#to “You pukes spewed into a dirty toilet!”!!!

[palermosummer]

I love Diavolo so much!!! ☺️💝💝💝 what a cute man he is 😆😆🤭 I’m so happy!!! 😆

[shoechoe]

Okay Diavolo I love you but I'm pretty sure "Here I come!" is the lamest thing you could possibly say as a villain trying to be menacing ever

[sickiesope]

Hello! Can I request a sick jungkook sleeping in bed with one of the members and he wakes up nauseous and then gets sick everywhere? I LOVE your fics💗

:) A Jungkookie fic for JK weekend! 💜

A rude awakening

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Taehyung

TW: emeto

Jungkook had this strange feeling in his gut -- particularly his stomach. He feels like something bad might happen but can't describe it. There's a knot feeling there and he can't tell if it's nausea or something else. After staring at the ceiling for five more minutes, Jungkook's had enough. The maknae goes to seek out company from one of his hyungs; Taehyung in particular.

Jungkook is able to catch Taehyung in the hallway. "Hyungie.." he starts timidly.

Taehyung sees Jungkook standing there, slightly cowering in posture with a less than cheerful look on his face. "What's up Kookie? Have a bad dream?" the older asks gently.

"No, I can't sleep" JK moans. "Can you sleep in my bed just for tonight? Pleease?"

Taehyung's a bit concerned with JK. There must be a reason the younger sought him out. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know.. I don't wanna be alone though" Jungkook sighs forlornly.

"Awwh, of course Kookie." Taehyung can't say no to those pleading doe eyes. Jungkook loves having Taehyung's presence in his room. He finds it easier to relax and eventually drifts off.

***

One hour later:

Jungkook may be asleep but his stomach is active inside and roiling away. Jungkook stirs in bed, furrowing his eyebrows. His tummy churning wakes him up and he feels nauseas."Mm...ugh.." 

Jungkook sits up and his stomach gurgles raucously, throwing up his dinner in a second. Jungkook gasps and spews out a torrent of sick across the bed.

Taehyung wakes and notices the sheets are wet and warm.

Oh no..

Taehyung sees Jungkook puking into his lap, bringing up thick liquids with every heave and cough. The sound of it gushing out makes him cringe inside. But Taehyung knows JK is in the worst of it all.

Jungkook looks down in horror that he's sitting in his own vomit. "Oh no!" he chokes out in a high pitched whine, breathing rapidly. The blankets and his clothes are soaked and feeling sticky, not to mention the horrid smell. Jungkook is panicking with tears streaming "H-hyung, what just happened?!"

Jungkook tries to move but his stomach launched another stream all over the place, now on the floor too. He groans feeling exasperated.

Taehyung's mind races about what to do but he remains calm for Jungkook's sake. The first task is to get him out of here.

"Oh my god, I'm so disgusting!" Jungkook weeps.

"Shhh, no you're not" Taehyung assures. "It was an accident. Let's move to the bathroom?" 

Jungkook looks up with a shameful expression, vomit and saliva dribbling from his lips. His eyes are red and his hair's a mess. He's overwhelmed with everything and his whole body's trembling. He doesn't get how Taehyung can stand looking at him. But the older is completely invested in helping his poor doseang.

Taehyung reaches out his hand "whenever you're ready"

"It's okay, take your time" Taehyung says patiently.

"..Ok hyung" Jungkook slowly moves one shaky hand off his stomach and takes Taehyung's hand. The older carefully walks him out, looking back at him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas.

Jungkook suddenly gags again and runs ahead, not wanting to make another mess. He throws up in the toilet but it doesn't come out as forceful. The worst of it seemed to happen in bed. His stomach squeezes out a weak stream and it faded off. Jungkook moans woefully, wiping his mouth. He knew something was off but underestimated the severity of it. His bed is now a foul vomitus swamp and it stank up the room. His soiled clothes sticking to him along with the cold sweat on his back. It definitely doesn't feel pleasant.

Taehyung took the dirty sheets and wiped the floor while JK stayed over the toilet. Jungkook feels so guilty that Taehyung cleaned all that up. "Hyung, I-I'm --" he coughs wearily.

"Don't apologize, Kookah. It's okay" Taehyung brushes back his sweaty hair. "Let me bring you some new clothes." Taehyung quickly goes over to Jungkook's closet.

When Jungkook finishes with the toilet he slowly stands up, his lower back sore from bending. Taehyung gives him the new clothes and swaps the others for laundry.

Jungkook cleans his face and goes to find a new blanket himself. He already feels bad that Taehyung did everything else.

Jungkook drags his tired out body to the couch, he doesn't want to burden Taehyung any more. The couch isn't as comfy but at least it's dry. JK sighs and shifts around for a bit before closing his eyes.

Then he feels the weight of someone sitting beside him and opens his eyes.

"What are you doing, Kookah? Come sleep in my bed" Taehyung says gently.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "Huh?? But aren't you worried that I'll ruin it?"

"It's okay, baby. I just want you to be comfortable" Taehyung murmurs. "I think you're mostly empty anyway."

Jungkook nods slowly, he was just dry heaving for the last few minutes.

Jungkook relaxes in Taehyung's bed, happy with the comfort upgrade. Taehyung put the garbage bin by JK's side. He also put a bowl on the bedside table as an extra precaution.

[jj-lynn21]

Party At Greenwald’s ch 3

Warnings, sex, drugs, angst, possessive relationship

Images courtesy of @dearcardan on twitter, @billofourtime,imdb, mood board my creation

ch 1   ch 2  ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

{flash back continued}

Minutes after you pull his arm around you for comfort and warmth he is up. He seems to roll over you to stumble to the bathroom to be sick.  

You get up to go take care of him. As he purges the night before concoctions you put a warm damp wash cloth on his neck and rub his back.

“I didn’t think you were going to be here,” Mark is on his kneed hugging the toilet as his stomach lurches and he spews more.

“Flight was cancelled,” You take the cloth off his neck, warm it and put it back on him. “I’ll have to rent a car and drive.”

“Bullshit,” He starts dry heaving.

“I’m going to get you some ginger ale.” You head downstairs to the kitchen for the drink to settle his stomach and yours.

Mark is sitting on the edge of toilet with his head in his hands. He looks up as you walk in with two cans of ginger ale. “Damn, that was an insane night. Now what’s going on with your flight, babe? I didn’t hear you because I was puking my guts out.”

“They cancelled my flight and closed the airport for at least a week.” You sipped at the ginger ale. “Like I said while your head was in the bowl, I’ll rent a car and drive home.”

“Oh yeah, that’s why I called bullshit.” He sipped his ginger ale. “I don’t like that plan. I’m going to shower. We can pack our shit in my car. And your going to be quarantined with me.” He grins.

“Oh, they will love that,” you roll your eyes.

“My parents fucking love you.” He strips. “They love you more than they love me, I think. Besides we barely need to see them. We can stay in the guest house.” He gets into the shower.

“I’ll talk to my parents to see what they think.” You head out the door.

You are completely surprised they like Mark’s idea. You haven’t told them much about your boyfriend, but they trust you made a good choose. It is too dangerous to drive eighteen hours. The hotels and motels are closed due to the virus. You would have no where to stop to rest.  You just have to promise to video chat them daily. You agree.

You join Mark in the Shower. He is just rinsing off. He smirks, “Good idea. Get dirty where we can get clean.”

You giggle, “my parents think its best I stay with you. Well, with your parents and you.”

“Fuck, that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” He pushes you to the back wall of the shower.

He kisses down your neck. Nothing on the mouth since neither has brushed your teeth yet. Last nights party, this mornings toilet trash does not make for a please breath. And you both know this. The smell of whatever and everything in your gut still permeates the air, yet that does nothing to slow Mark’s or your libido.

Mark has you crying out his name softly in minutes. The shower water cascading over you both. His hips slapping into yours as your bodies connected deeply.

Mark groans, “Its going to be fucking paradise to have you 24/7 with me. Ffff u c k i n g p a r a d I S E” He pulls out and comes on your stomach. Leans his forehead against yours. He reaches down to make sure you finish so you don’t withhold sex. He is practically terrified you will withhold sex if he doesn’t finish you off. You were already really close to the edge. So sensitive to his touch. You get what you need from him. He gets all he needs from you.

He steps out of the shower so you can actually take one since you are now partially covered in his seed. He brushes his teeth and messes with his hair before going to get dressed. You enjoy the hot water beating over your body. You power the shower nozzle over your body before even taking your favorite soapy bath sponge to all your part.   Brushing your teeth is a must when you get out.

Mark has made some toast for you both by the time you get downstairs with bags packed. “Its only an hour drive to my home. We’ll probably just chill tonight. May order in something unless my mom cooks.”

“I don’t want to even think about eating anything other than this toast for hours.” You eat and drink some ginger ale.

“Glad you didn’t want anything else,” Mark shakes his head. “I think I told everyone to raid the food supply since we all had to leave. I got so fucked up from that stuff Brian dropped in our drinks. I don’t even remember what it was.”

“Let’s not take anything from him again,” you smirk. “We don’t need to be so sick in the morning. And I like to at least partly remember the party.”

“Yeah, to fucked up,” He shakes his head. “I’m with you babe.”

This is a recurring conversation. When you get to that point where the hangover is worse than the high. You always make a deal to never do that again. It’s a deal you both easily break for a good time.

When you get to Mark’s hometown of Salem, it has the vibe of suburbia in a Steven King novel. There are joggers. People are walking their dogs. Little kids ride on bikes. They are all staying away from each other. At least six feet.  And there is an almost burned down home surrounded by caution tape in the middle of the street on one side.

“That’s Greenwald’s,” Mark points to the monstrosity. “I guess no one bought it to fix it up yet. His Father and him both got blown away. His Mother left town the next day. Its like this eye sore they keep intact from that night to remind people of the evils of social media.” His voice catches a little in sorrow. “Stupid Greenwald’s”

You didn’t really know how to react. Mark seemed so emotional about the place which usually wasn’t his thingl. You could swear there were tears in his eyes. He looked straight ahead blinking the tears away or maybe some bad memories away as he drove. You moved over as much as the seatbelt would let you, to lay on his shoulder hoping to comfort him. He took one hand off the wheel to wrap around your back. You were both quiet as he drove to his childhood home.

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 65c (NSFW)

"Need a wee!" The youngster complained.

"Tummy hurts." Emily whispered.

“Darling will you take Lottie to the toilet, please?" Charlie turned his attention back to Emily. "Your tummy hurts? Do you need the toilet?”

"Can you wait til we've done the cake Lottie?"

“Nope!”

"Fine!" Duffy sighed. "Do you want me to take Emily too?" She asked Charlie.

“Yeah please.”

“I go be sick.” Emily said.

"I had a horrible feeling you were going to say that." Duffy sighed as she led both girls out.

"I want cake!" Tilly whined.

“In a minute, Tilly.”

She folded her arms and huffed.

"Where's mum?" Peter asked as he joined the group.

Oliver began to cry from his carseat and Louis wandered off in boredom.

“Louis, come back.” Charlie called. “In the bathroom with Lottie and Em.” He went to pick up Oliver but Megan got in there first.

"I want to go home." Louis complained.

“Why?” Charlie asked.

"Bored."

Lottie came bouncing back over, followed by Duffy who looked a little stressed. "Em spewed!" Lottie explained, waving her hands dramatically and making puking noises.

“Louis, we can go home in a bit. Is she ok?” Charlie asked as Emily looked pale. He crouched down in front of Em, “Are you in pain? Is your tummy hurting?”

Em nodded as she clutched her mum's dress.

"I'd say we get this over with and then send the younger kids home with my mum like we planned." Duffy suggested.

“Where’s the pain, honey?” Charlie asked Emily. “Hmm...”

"I think she's just tired and overwhelmed." Duffy explained as Emily pointed to the centre of her tummy.

Charlie nodded, “Maybe.” He stroked Emily's cheek, “Just at the centre of your tummy?”

Emily nodded pressing her face further into Duffy's leg.

"I see you decided to join us." Duffy remarked a tad sarcastically to Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Sarah and I just got a bit of fresh air.”

"'Fresh air'?" Duffy repeated unconvinced. "I'll have to remember that excuse in the future!"

Peter blushed. “Mum!”

Duffy grinned wickedly at her eldest son. "Let's do the cake shall we?"

“Yeah please.” Peter replied with a smirk. “I heard you and dad say about the wall so I thought Sarah and I should get in there first.” He laughed loudly at the comment.

Duffy flushed scarlet, elbowing Charlie in the ribs.

Charlie began to laugh as he heard his son’s comment. “Son! There are ladies present.”

"You can sleep on the sofa tonight." Duffy muttered to her husband.

“But you’ll miss me.” Charlie whispered back. Eventually, they managed to do the cake for Peter.

Duffy wandered off to sort out the younger children ready for them to go home.

Before long it was just Duffy, Charlie, Peter and Jake. Louis had decided to go back with Kate and the younger four.

Jake wandered off to sit and play the games console he'd brought with him. He'd considered going home with the others but knew that his gran would just make him go to bed so decided to stay.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Duffy’s waist. “Sorry about that.”

"Which bit exactly?" She asked as she sampled some of the cake. "Mmm, not bad given I rarely bake."

“The having you against the wall comment.” He placed a dollop of cream on the tip of her nose. “We could have fun with cake and cream later. Make it up to you.” He took a bite out of the cake. “Hmm, gorgeous. But I know what else will taste just as gorgeous.”

Duffy nudged his hand so the cake smeared on his face.

“You’re not funny.” He said as his hand moved up the front of her dress.

She lent forward and licked some of the cake off his cheek. "Mmm!"

“You’re naughty.”

She winked before slowly sucking the icing from her finger.

His breathing got quicker.

"Follow me." She whispered.

He took her hand and followed her.

She led him out the main room and into the corridor but rather than heading outside she turned and led him further into the building.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

"You'll see." She giggled as she led him to a set of stairs that were hidden away so he hadn't noticed them previously.

“You’re taking me on a magical mystery tour?”

"Maybe." She let go of his hand as she climbed the stairs. She wiggled her bottom, letting out a dirty laugh knowing exactly where his eyes would be.

“Oh fucking hell.”

Reaching the top of the stairs Duffy pushed open a door that led out onto the roof.

He smiled as he followed her onto the roof. “To the stars and beyond.”

"I spotted the stairs after I got the kids into the taxi to go home. My curiosity got the better of me so I decided to take a look."

“This is perfect.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I thought it would be a new take on making love under the stars."

He kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Mrs Fairhead.”

"I love you too." She smiled softly as she played with the collar of his shirt.

“You look absolutely stunning.”

She blushed slightly. "I'm actually quite pleased with how this dress looks on." She smiled softly.

“It looks stunning on you.”

"I've gone back up a dress size." She confessed.

“You have? Wow that’s incredible. No wonder you’re looking so damn fine!!” His hands moved to her hips.

"The specialist wants another size increase but I'm not so sure."

“What size are you now?”

"An eight."

“Do you feel comfortable going up to a ten?”

"I'm not sure. What do you think."

“I wouldn’t care if you were a ten or an eight.”

"OK. I'll see how I feel." She smiled, placing a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled against her lips.

She giggled as she felt his hands move from her hips to her bottom.

He squeezed her bottom, “It’s nice to see you with your curves back.”

"I feel a bit more comfortable with them." She smiled.

“That’s good.” He smiled, “I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable.” He paused, his hand grabbing her bum again. “Bend over.”

She raised her eyebrow at him as she turned and did as he asked, curious to see what he had in mind.

He slapped her backside, “I’ve missed doing this!”

"Oh you sod!" She giggled.

He spanked her again, “You’re absolutely gorgeous!”

She moved her hands to grip the railing in front of her.

He bent down and lifted up her dress, kissing each arse cheek.

She squealed as he then pinged her suspenders.

He moved his lips closer and closer to her centre, teasing her.

She widened her legs encouragingly, leaning further forward in her heels.

“Those heels are proper fuckable heels.” He told her.

"I was hoping you'd think so."

He parted her knickers slightly to the side and planted a kiss against her.

"Fuck!" She gasped.

He kissed her again.

She moaned as she felt his tongue flick against her.

He moved his head away and tore her knickers off.

She giggled as she imagined what she must look like bent over grasping the railing, her dress up over her waist, her legs clad in just stockings and stilettos.

“You are hot. So fucking hot!”

She felt him pressed against her. "Impressive given how cold it is out here." She smirked.

“It’s seeing you bent over in that position that does it.” He paused, “Come and sit on my cock gorgeous.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him, a coy smile on her lips. "Where do you want me?"

He lay on his back and fondled with his belt.

She moved to sit straddled across his lap as he lent back on the ledge that ran around the roof next to the railings.

He kissed her passionately.

"Let's see if you live up to the hype in this chill." She teased.

“Oh I definitely will.” He grabbed her breasts.

"Promises, promises." She giggled.

“You’re making me so painfully hard right now.”

She cackled wickedly as she rubbed herself against the bulge in his trousers.

“Duffy!” He pouted.

"What?" She asked innocently.

“You’re so wet. You’re gonna leave a wet patch against my trousers if you’re not careful.”

She shrugged. "I was looking forward to seeing you try to explain it when we went back inside." She grinned. "Consider it punishment for earlier."

“Maybe I’d just tell them the truth...” He winked.

"Oh the boys will love that!"

“Duffy, will you please just fuck me?” He begged.

"I thought you'd never ask!" She giggled as she began to undo his trousers.

He watched her, his hands running up her thighs.

She laughed at the way his cock twitched in the cold air as she freed it from his boxers.

He moved one of her hands and placed it onto his cock and sighed.

"Wouldn't want him getting too cold!" She remarked as she began to slowly slide her hand up and down.

“No.” He began to moan.

Conscious of the fact they'd already been away from the party for a while and risked getting caught Duffy moved forward and took him inside her in one swift motion.

“Holy fuck!!” He moaned loudly as he filled her. God. She felt so fucking good!

"Sure tell the entirity of Holby what we're doing up here!"

[elliotlikespuke]

Plz post them!!

why can I never just post a short thing. why can I never just say “hey wouldn’t it be cool if [this thing] could happen”?

knee injury (I just learned that a paramedic and emt are not the same thing??? So pretend this says paramedic and not emt) -I’m so torn, because I don’t want him to have to take time off from competing, but every athlete will at some point -at some point during a gp series, yuri dislocates his knee -he’s been a skater for a long time, and he knows how to take a fall, and therefore its so so stupid that he managed to slam his kneecap into the ice at an awkward angle -it had happened before, sure, usually leading to some swelling and an intense bruise. it had also happened on his hips, ankles, elbows, you name it -this time though, the pain cuts through him before he’s aware of anything else, and suddenly he feels like he’s going to be sick all over the ice, or pass out, or both -he can’t even cry, he can barely make a sound the pain is so extreme -since the rink he skates at is always full of skaters, someone helps him off the ice and onto a bench before he dies, since it looks like he might do that from the shock -an ambulance is called immediately, because in the leggings he wears you can clearly see his right kneecap is well off from where it’s meant to be -he can barely get words out, but when yakov makes a move for his knee, ready to poke around it to assess the damage, yuri all but squeaks at him not to -he doesn’t want to look down at his leg, and is almost certain that if he does, he’ll puke -he doesn’t know why yakov asks him to straighten it, it’s clearly dislocated, what good could that possibly do, but he tries, and that’s when he starts crying -theres no warning, no possibility of holding back any tears, one minute his eyes are dry and the next his cheeks are wet with big fat tears -from what we saw at the 2016 gpf, he’s not a pretty crier, nor is he a quiet one -injuries aren’t uncommon in the rink, but injuries to this degree definitely are, and everyone collectively comes to a standstill -yakov stays beside him, handing him tissues to press his face into since he hates letting people see him cry -yakov keeps talking to him, telling him the ambulance will be there soon and to just keep holding on, but yuri still feels like he’s going to pass out -yakov feels a responsibility to his students to go with them when they are injured, and this is exactly what he does -he dismisses the rest of his students for the day, understanding that viktor, yuuri, mila, and georgi will likely meet him at the hospital -the ambulance finally arrives, and yuri’s troubles had only just begun. -the first thing they did was brace his leg. one emt grabbed yuri’s leg, above and below the knee, and he cried out. touching any part of his leg was absolutely torturous, sending pain through his whole body, and making his vision go white -the other tapped his foot, asking him to move it. he did, against his will and his better judgement, letting himself explode in pain again. the second emt began to press his toes, making sure he still had feeling -fuck, he had feeling. he had way too much feeling -once the board and bandages came out, his stomach gave up the fight. it was either puke or pass out, and he wished so dearly he could pass out -he barely got the words “m gonna puke” out of his mouth before he was heaving. a bag was pushed under his chin to catch what they could. -“alright,” one of the emts said “when we get you in the ambulance, we’ll get you some medication and have you feeling a lot better” -viktor and yuuri had floated over, after rushing to change from skates to street shoes. yuri couldn’t be assed to pay attention to them -the emts counted down, and lifted him from the bench to the stretcher, and walked him to the ambulance with yakov following behind, carrying a bag of puke -once he was in the ambulance, everything got a lot easier. the man in the back with him and yakov gave him a needle to the arm, full of heavy pain medication, and very quickly he felt much better -“how do you feel, yura?” “better. tired.” -the medication definitely helped. he felt a bit floaty, a bit tired. -“how do you feel, yakov?” “i’m fine, yura”

heat exhaustion -japan, especially a southern town like hasetsu, got much, much hotter than st petersburg -visiting japan in the off season had become one of yuri’s favourite things since his first time, and having otabek there made everything so much more fun -the only thing he didn’t count on was that otabek loved the heat, arguably more than he should. he must be used to it, yuri supposed, because almaty was just as hot, albeit less humid -yuri felt like he was suffocating. he’d never been very good at thermoregulation, given his stature and lack of body fat, and blood the consistency of rabbit piss, apparently -runs every morning, usually followed by skating or ballet, which otabek skipped in favour of something more suited to him -today, however, the sun was out, the weather was “beautiful” (according to otabek) and they were on vacation, so after their morning run otabek decided he wanted to go shopping -it was somewhat of a tradition ever since barcelona, to shop together around whichever city they found themselves in. yuri, ever impulsive, usually ended up buying more than otabek -he’d noticed it first on the run with otabek, and then again about an hour into shopping. his thigh muscles would cramp for a few minutes, almost halting him in his tracks, or forcing him to the ground. -the next thing he noticed was a faint sense of dizziness. he went through a mental checklist. he’d eaten breakfast, had water before and after his run... -otabek noticed something was off fairly soon after. -“can you blame me? i'm fucking boiling. i feel like a lobster.”“you're starting to look like a lobster. did you put sunscreen on?” -otabek pulled his bag off his shoulder, and offered him a water bottle. yuri accepted it gratefully, the liquid inside the metal bottle somehow not boiling from the heat of the sun. he only took a few sips before handing it back to otabek. it was making his stomach twist -otabek raised his eyebrows but said nothing other than “do you want to head back?” and yuri nodded, not having bought a thing in his sour mood -the walk back was harder. they’d walked further than he thought from the katsuki’s inn, and his stomach was really starting to turn. everything in it felt undigested and heavy, and he was forced to stifle burps into his hand to relieve the pressure -he started salivating. weird, because he could have sworn any liquid in him had been sweat out of his pores. he desperately gulped it back, so glad otabek wasn’t much of a talker, but wishing he wasn’t either, so the lack of conversation wouldn’t be so noticeable -“fuck,” yuri said “this is disgusting”otabek hummed a question“it’s so fucking hot.” -walking into an air conditioned room somehow broke him, and he made a beeline for the nearest bathroom, ignoring the dizziness and confused looks from the few people in the lobby -he collapsed in front of the toilet, his whole body shaking with the desire to vomit, and the desire to do absolutely anything but that -what he desired was irrelevant, because soon enough he was spewing into the toilet, a torrent of near-projectile strength, the meagre water he’d taken from otabek, all the food from breakfast and a good deal of stomach acid -he heard a door and felt his long hair being gathered up, but couldn’t turn much given the almost constant retching -he’s just wondering to himself how on earth someone his size could possibly hold so much vomit when the retching begins to taper off -“do you have a headache?” yuri thinks its a strange first question to ask someone who’s just vomited so roughly there are tears streaming down his face, but he answers “no, i’m just so dizzy.” -otabek’s hand is still fisted in his hair, rather roughly, but yuri supposes he’s glad, because his shoulder-length hair would definitely have gotten dirty -“and you’re still sweating, that’s good.” yuri’s about to reply that it’s nearly forty degrees and humid, of course he’s fucking sweating, when otabek says “that means it’s not heatstroke at least.” -they spend the better part of an hour camped on the bathroom floor together, yuri occasionally heaving, and otabek holding an ice pack against the back of his neck

allergies and nosebleeds -you know what else hasetsu has a lot more of than st petersburg? ragweed. the plant that torments yuri the most -it’s no wonder he picked a winter sport when just a few minutes outside in the summer will give him sneezing fits, leaving his nose and eyes watering, and his mouth itching -allergy medicines are always trial and error too, some years they work and some years they don’t, and this year they definitely don’t -yuuri and his family have become so familiar with the phrase “but’ zdarov’” that they’ve started using it themselves -for what it’s worth, otabek thinks his sneezes are adorable, especially when they’re directed into his sweater paws. -yuri usually doesn’t stifle, since he tries not to do anything by half, but in the crowded restaurant at the katsuki inn, he doesn’t have much of a choice -his nose is still tingling from being outdoors that day, and no amount of nose blowing, showering, or steam from the hot springs will clear it -he directs his stifles into his fist mostly, lacking tissues with him and enjoying his meal with otabek too much to get up and grab them -otabek is telling him a story when suddenly he stops, looks intently under yuri’s nose, and says “I think your nose is bleeding” -yuri swears and swipes at his nose with the back of his hand. otabek is right, a thin trickle of blood is starting to flow from his abused nose. he swears again and grabs one of the hot (now cold) towels from the beginning of their meal and bring it to his nose -luckily it’s black, but he’s not sure if the restaurant will be able to reuse it after this. it’s still better than bleeding all over himself and his meal -otabek will joke later that it was he who gave yuri a nosebleed, because yuri finds him just so irresistible

[fairyscribbles]

Boop. (Chanyeol, Cutest Things)

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The whole world felt weird. There was a string of facts that shouldn’t be happening.

You shouldn’t be hugging the porcelain of the toilet, cheek pressed against the cold material, gently grounding you and making the putrid stench coming from the bowl more bearable.

You shouldn’t be sitting on the bathroom floor, barely holding onto consciousness.

You also shouldn’t hear the two friends bicker in the background.

“Don’t be so stubborn, ___! Just try it, ___!” Baekhyun made a very annoying and yet very realistic impression of Chanyeol somewhere behind you.

Oh yeah. Chanyeol did say something like that in the beginning of the night.

“I had no idea it would be so strong! Not to mention the fact that she would drink it so quickly!” came the explanation from the taller male as he lumbered down next to you awkwardly.

AS he brushed your hair away from your face, your eyes fluttered open, catching the concerned look Chanyeol gave you. You hoped that what you gave him in return was a reassuring smile.

“I think I’m done…” you slurred, hand blindly reaching for the flusher. Chanyeol found it at the same time you did, and if you were sober, you would’ve blushed at the hand contact.

“Minseok-hyung will kill us.” Baekhyun hissed behind you, but nevertheless slipped an arm under yours to help you stand, with the echo of Chanyeol’s “slowly, steady” in the background.

“Is oppa here?” you perked at the mention of your older brother’s name, and Chanyeol shook his head.

“Thank you,” Baekhyun added snappily.

“I don’t think…” you hiccupped loudly, your whole body flinching aggressively from it.

“Oppa would be too…happy, to see me like thish, right?” you knew it was bad when even you yourself could hear the level of your slurring.

“Yeah, oppa wouldn’t be too happy,” Chanyeol hummed in agreement, before he made the mistake to attempt to take you away from Baekhyun’s arms and pick you up. The world immediately lurched, and with it did your stomach.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait…” you mumbled frantically, trying to squirm out of Chanyeol’s arms in time not to puke all over yourself. He seemed to get the gist of it and dropped you back where you knelt, seconds before another wave of sick rose from your throat, this one leaving you sicker and weaker than the last.

“It’s better out than in,” Baekhyun soothed from the hallway, desperately trying to air out the rancid smell from the room.

“How were you even able to drink so much, ___?” this time, his question was aimed specifically at you, and you groaned, resting the side of your face against your arms.

“Nervous, okay?! I was…nervous…” your outburst quickly sizzled down into a soft murmur as you reached for the flusher blindly. Once more, Chanyeol beat you to it.

“Why were you nervous?”

“Because Chanyeol.”

Both men paused after your utterance, glancing over at each other with confusion over their faces. You sighed again.

“I kind of wanna…hold his hand…and…and maybe smooch his ears…and like…sit…sit on his lap…” in a sudden bound of fear that your rambles might turn sexual, Baekhyun did the most sensible thing, and he disappeared from the bathroom with his ears covered and the innocence you seemed to personify for him intact.

The same ears you were just rambling about turned red, bracing for the impact of hearing his oldest bandmate’s baby sister, exactly the one he was harboring feelings for, spew out some filth, Chanyeol thought about plugging them.

“I just really wanna…boop his nose with mine.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah.” You slurred, lifting your head and then jamming your nose against your forearm.

“Like that.” It didn’t look too gentle, and you probably seemed to agree with his internal opinion.

“But like…softer. Because his nose is…” You sighed again, your head falling back down, face covered by your hair.

“It’s just so cute…” you mumbled finally and Chanyeol’s heart positively melted.

Out of all the scenarios in his head, he never would’ve thought he would hear a confession like this.

A dirty, smelly, soft, most innocent confession he had always wanted.

Chanyeol knelt next to you, unable to keep the grin stay off his face. How could he, when the girl he was pining after wants to boop noses with him?

You were softly breathing, almost as if you were asleep, eyes gently closed. You were breathing softly through your mouth; each exhale made the strands of hair that slipped from behind your ear sway to and fro. Luckily, they weren’t so long that they would dip into the toilet water, but Chanyeol could imagine that the tickle on your face doesn’t have to be too pleasant.

He didn’t dare move you yet, not after the last attempt. Instead, he gathered all your hair to the back of your head, gently combing through the knots that formed over the day before dividing it into what he deemed three equal parts. You roused at the movement of your hair, a confused groan escaping your throat.

“Wha-?”

“Shh, I’m just braiding your hair…” Chanyeol’s voice soothed your temporary distress. You swayed slightly as you leaned away from the toilet bowl, back straight and head slightly leaned back as you let him do what he wanted.

“How are you feeling?” you could swear on your firstborn, Chanyeol’s voice was a remedy to a dizzied mind like no other. The distressed discomfort that stuck to you like taffy to teeth was slowly disappearing, leaving you with overwhelming exhaustion. You hummed in reply, deeming it enough to tell him that you were finished.

“How about we wash our teeth and head to bed?” that idea seemed perfect, honestly. The prospect of a soft bed and slumber and maybe…

“Bed time for you too?” Chanyeol confirmed with a small sound, and you were glad the alcohol gave you the courage and the excuse in case your next question backfired.

“And cuddles for us?” He finished with your braid, a creation that wasn’t anything a hairstylist would be proud of, but something that would hold until tomorrow. He chuckled at your next question and couldn’t hold back the kiss that he pressed against the crown of your head.

“When we wash our teeth, sure.”

“And what about…” you turned around to face him, the smile so blinding you had to softly cup his cheek to ground yourself (at least that is what you were going to tell him the next day, if asked). Chanyeol seemed to understand, and he did the same to you, his large palm cradling your face, making you feel oh so safe.

“What about those nose boops I was talking about before?”

Chanyeol tilted his head back in laughter, shoulders shaking in mirth. Oh, how will he survive this cuteness every time you get drunk like this?

“Shouldn’t I first take you out, so we see if I’m worth giving one?” he teased, thumb gently stroking the skin of your cheek. You pretended to think for a moment before grinning, shaking your head.

“I think nose boop should be first. And then maybe a movie. And then maybe more boops.” With the next soft chuckle, Chanyeol raised his other hand to cup your face, bringing his own down to gently rub the tip of his nose against yours. He finished it by pressing a small kiss against it, before giving you such a charming smile, you were unsure if you were still alive, or this was an illusion heaven has created for you.

“Alright, now you’re ready to brush teeth?”

“Yes please.”

[littlemisskookie]

Scott Pilgrim

Playgirl: Kiwi Black Sheep Scott Pilgrim Horns LA Devotee S.L.U.T. Boy Ship: Playgirl!Reader | Hoseok Description: You end up taking care of an extremely drunk friend, and find out you have to help the induction for the frat you hang with. Warnings: Intercourse, Lots of Puke, Deepthroating, Face Fucking, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Slight Exhibitionism? Biting, Breathplay Word Count: 5,009 Song: Scott Pilgrim by Plum Tree

"Fuck you, Jung Hoseok!"

You watched as the door you were standing next to swung open, a girl in just her jeans a skirt, tugging on a shirt, storming out. She looked like she was fuming, her face red and hair messed up. The man that followed after her stood only in his jeans as he walked out and into the doorway, giving her a blank stare as she stood in the hallway. He looked incredibly drunk- almost tired.

"You know, you need to grow up and realize you can't just fuck around for the rest of your life- because soon enough you'll be in your thirties, bald, and no girl will want you anymore," she seethed, glaring at him. "And you're going to regret not taking chances when you were younger."

The man- Hoseok, you presumed- simply quirked a brow. "Jess, I told you before- I wasn't interested in a relationship. You said you were interested in just hookups, and I made it explicitly clear that was all I wanted- so you're in no right to act as though I owe you a relationship."

Ah, now it clicked.

Jess spat at his feet, stomping off, tears streaming down her face as she shoved past nosy bystanders. You and Hoseok make eye contact, and you raise your brows playfully, taking a drink from the classic red cup. "Friend of yours?"

"Her and about every other girl at this frat party," Hoseok sighed.

"Really? Guess you and I aren't friends then," you smile.

"You know what I mean," he drunkenly slurs. He gives you a mischevious grin, however, despite his sleepy gaze. "But we could if you wanted to be."

"Ah, well-" You were rudely interrupted when he curls over himself, bending over as he threw up all over the floor. "Oh, shit, Hoseok how much did you fucking drink?" you curse, stepping back as the vomit splatted all over the floor. The people nearby quickly left, not wanting to witness the grossness of the situation- or not wanting to smell it, more likely.

"Not much," Hoseok lied, only for more vomit to spew from his lips.

"Oh, gross," you hiss. You reach over, careful not to step in the vomit as you tug on his arm. "C'mon, let's get you to the restroom or something."

You dragged him along, careful not to breathe in, almost as though you were afraid just smelling the stench would cause you to barf as well. The two of you got to the bathroom door, and you swung it open.

You were completely surprised to see Taehyung locking lips with some random girl.

It had only been... what, two weeks since his break up with Soyeon? It shocked you how he was able to move on so quickly.

Taehyung and the girl both whipped their faces to turn to you and Hoseok, both shocked. A wave of guilt washed over Taehyung's face, and he stammered to talk to you. "Val-"

"Just get out," you said, interrupting his words. You didn't want to talk to him at the moment.

"We got here first, you can find somewhere else to fu-" the girl began.

At her words, Hoseok choked up more bile, spitting it out on the floor.

"Oh, shit, ok, let's go," the girl yelped, dragging Taehyung out of the bathroom. He looked back to you with one last guilty expression, but you didn't want to hear it. Taehyung didn't owe you an explanation- it wasn't your relationship, after all. You knew you'd probably have to inform Soyeon about it, though. It shouldn't be surprising to see him there, though. After all, he was living in the frat house again.

You chucked Hoseok into the room, leaning him over the toilet as he puked a bit more.

"You're lucky that girl walked out. You could've thrown up while locking lips with her," you grimace, patting his back.

Hoseok spat out a bit more vomit, wiping his face. You handed him a towel, which he used, but he stayed hunched over the toilet. "Why'd Tae call you Val?"

"It's just an old name I used to go by. Me, him, and Soyeon knew each other early in freshman year before I went by Vee. He slips up sometimes," you shrug.

"Why'd you change your n-" He proceeded to hork up more puke.

You crinkled your nose. "What is that, breakfast? And it was just to make sure people wouldn't make the connection. I didn't want anyone from back home visiting or something and hearing about me. My folks would throw a fit."

"Can I call you Val?" Hoseok grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "No. It's Vee to you."

"Fair enough," he said, hugging onto the toilet again.

"Hoseok, why did you even drink so much? Seriously, you're not even a lightweight," you groaned, rubbing his back. "I'll have to babysit you for the rest of the ni-"

The door swung open. "Hey, Hobi, I heard you're fucking wre-" Eyes met your own, and you looked at Jin with an awkward gaze. "Ah, shit, sorry." He slammed the door shut, and you locked it behind him, blushing hotly. Why did your love of parties override your need to avoid the various frat guys here?

Hoseok leaned back, done puking his guts for the time being as he leaned against the wall. "You guys still haven't talked?" he questioned.

See, Hoseok was easily the sleaziest fratboy of the bunch. He slept with more people than you did, and he was an even bigger heartbreaker. The difference was that he was chased after because of it, while you were shunned. That being said, he was by no means a "bad guy". Hell, he was one of the best guys you knew- close to being the male version of you. But one thing that drew the line between how impeccably different the two of you were was how you liked to keep to your business and Hoseok... did not.

"It's complicated, Hoseok. You of all people should understand," you sighed. "Feelings are just... They make everything a lot more intense. And I don't do intense."

"I remember how everyone thought someone had broken your heart back in the day, and that's why you fucked all the time," Hoseok drunkenly laughs. "But I think I was the only one who really understood. You don't always need an explanation for why you are the way you are. I think that's why people always put such deep backstories behind villans, as ridiculous as they sometimes are- to make them less scary. Because anything that doesn't have an explanation is automatically scarier."

"Look at you, getting philosophical," you chuckled.

"Am I right?" Hoseok guessed.

"Dunno," you shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't exactly focus on that kind of stuff."

Hoseok doubled over, hugging the toilet seat as more vomit spilled out of his mouth to dribble down his chin. "Ugh- and we begin initiation tomorrow."

"Seriously? You begin initiation for those new frat members- and today of all days you decide to get drunk?" you chastise. "Hoseok, how stupid can you be? You're going to be hungover as hell."

"I wasn't thinking, ok?" Hoseok shot back.

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, I'll get you a glass of water and then clean up the mess you left outside your bedroom door. Then we're getting you to bed, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Hoseok agreed.

"I swear, I'm like the older sister for you frat-fucks," you mutter under your breath, opening the door to head to the kitchen. You rushed down to the kitchen, opening the various cupboards in hopes of finding a cup. You find a plastic one, and figure you could just fill it up with the tap water in the bathroom.

"Oh, Vee! I've been looking for you everywhere- I knew you'd be at this party," a familiar voice calls. You turn, seeing none other than the frat's president in place. You look at him with surprise. "Jin just told me that you were with Hoseok, so I was about to head up there."

"Hey, Joonie," you greet. "Though you should've kept a better eye on Hobi. Seriously, the dude's plastered. I wouldn't be surprised if he were still drunk when he woke up."

"Sorry," Namjoon blushed, scratching the back of his head. "I was... busy."

"Balls deep in someone?" you quirk a brow.

"Something like that," Namjoon admitted. "Anyways, I'm not sure if anyone told you, but we're beginning initiations for new members in the frat."

"Hoseok mentioned it between puke breaks," you recall. "What about it?"

"I was thinking about getting your help," Namjoon said. "You used to be in our sister house."

"Joining a sorority was the worst decision of my life," you grimaced. All the girls hated you and slut-shamed you- it was nauseating. "What of it, though?"

"Well, despite that you're still close to our frat. So we figured you could attend the meeting we're holding, and I don't know, give some pointers on what we do. I'd do it myself, but the guys here are so drunk already that I know they're not going to really be up to it- hell, they'll probably drive everyone away. Besides, I'm sure they'll want to join and pay attention if a girl's helping me with the presentation," Namjoon explained.

"Uh, sure, I don't see why not," you smiled. "I'd be happy to help!"

"Great!" Namjoon grinned, letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank God- you know I'm terrible at presenting by myself."

"I remember. You passed out in front of the class freshman year during Psych," you laughed, remembering the young 18-year-old passing out on the floor. You were the first to get to him, being the closest. "Don't worry, just let me do the talking. Though you should probably give me pointers on what to say- I may fuck it up with a slip of the tongue."

"Nonsense, you'll do great," Namjoon encouraged. "Oh, and do you think you could bring Soyeon?"

You frowned. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Joonie. Especially after the breakup."

"I know, but Taehyung seems pretty wrecked over it," Namjoon sighed. "At least the two of them could get closure- I've never seen the dude so torn up."

"Funny you say that- I just caught him sucking face with another girl in the bathroom," you admitted, eyebrows raised. "Doesn't seem too heartbroken to me."

"Oh. I was... unaware of that," Namjoon blinked.

You place your hand on his shoulder, giving him a wince. "Look, Joon, I know you're only wanting to help. Hell, I'll tell her your suggestion- but I think it'd be best not to push the two of them. Maybe let them work things out on their own separately, y'know? The wound's still fresh, so I don't see it going down so well."

"Yeah... you're right," Namjoon corrected. "I guess I just feel a need to push them towards what I think is best."

"I get that," you nodded sympathetically. "I think we just need to remember what they want- and not what we'd want in their position. After all, people are different, and might not want the same things you would."

He nodded along, and you let go of his shoulder. "Now, if you excuse me, I've got to take care of your drunk friend. Oh, and do you know where I can find any rags? I need to clean up his mess. It reeks."

"Oh yeah, they're over here," he said, leaning down to open a drawer, pulling out a towel. "Use this."

"Thanks," you say, grabbing the towel and returning upstairs to your drunk friend. You're thankful he's still there hugging the toilet- though it's not like he had the option of going anywhere else. You fill the plastic cup with water from the sink and hand it to him. "Have you stopped throwing up."

"Yeah, a bit less. Thanks," Hoseok slurs, taking the cup. He greedily gulped it, though a majority fell down his torso. You sighed, leaving him be for the moment as you went to his bedroom door, dropping the towel on the puke as you stepped on it, wiping it up. You squeezed your nose with your hand, not wanting to inhale the horrible, distinct stench.

"Vee, you really shouldn't do that," a voice says.

"What's up with all of the frat guys trying to talk to me today of all days?" you huff, turning. It was Jimin. "Hey Jimin. I'm just cleaning up your friend's mess."

"Nonsense, you shouldn't be doing that. That should be the frat house's responsibility," Jimin insisted, waving you away as he stepped on the towel in your place. "Woah- that's a lot of puke."

"How come you're not plastered like everyone else? Namjoon said all of you guys seemed to be drunk out of your minds today," you mentioned.

"Oh, well most of them just don't want to help the induction thing. They're not a fan of giving speeches to a majority of freshmen dudes. I'd do it, but I'm going away tomorrow and won't be able to attend the event. Also, he's been waiting to sleep with you for a while- so I wouldn't be surprised if he were using it as an opportunity to talk his way into your pants," Jimin laughed.

"He wouldn't have to do that. He's handsome enough," you shrug. "Are you sure I should leave you with this mess by yourself?"

"Yeah yeah. Don't worry about me. You should probably get Hoseok in bed, though. He's a sleepy drunk, and the last thing you'd want is for him to fall asleep with his head in a toilet bowl filled with his own puke," Jimin assured you.

You grimaced. "Oh, I so did not need that image in my head. You're probably right. Hopefully, I'll be able to drag him out." You leave Jimin to return the restroom, yanking on Hoseok's arm to pull him to a standing position. Hooking his arm around your shoulders and dragging him to the bedroom and pushing past the cleaning Jimin. And to think you were planning on getting laid tonight- but you weren't really in the mood with some of Hoseok's bile and spit on your shoes.

You sighed, shoving him onto the bed and lifting his feet onto the bed. You lift his head, placing the pillow underneath as you roll your shoulders back. You had enough of this party- you just wanted to go home now.

"Thank youuu," Hoseok drags out in a deep, sing-song voice.

"You so owe me one," you huff.

"I'll give you the best dick of your life tomorrow," Hoseok promises, his eyelids drooping as he tried to lift his finger to you, emphasizing his point.

You roll your eyes at the one thing that was always on his mind. "Sure- if you remember this conversation by then."

"Really?" he asked, rolling over to his side in surprise. Your eyes widen and you quickly get him on his back again to prevent him from falling off the bed.

"Yes, Hoseok. Sure," you roll your eyes. "Really."

You looked out to the crowd, leaning against the wall. You could barely see anyone's face because they had dimmed the lights, and it was past evening. The only light that illuminated the room was the projector. The frat's house came with an open concept basement, which was where they decided to begin their introductions for inductees.

You laughed, seeing all of the hungover frat brothers, who looked like they wanted nothing more than to go back to bed.

"You nervous?" Namjoon asked, walking towards you.

"No, I'm good," you answered honestly. "It helps I can't see their faces."

"Well, I'm nervous," Namjoon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked out. There were perhaps twenty-something or more dudes here- but not all of them would be accepted. Even you knew that. This frat might be known for their parties, but it was still rather selective and exclusive. Mainly because of how big their budget was from their sponsors and how successful their fundraisers were- which was typically due to the boys' outrageously gorgeous faces.

"Don't be, you've done this before," you encourage, rubbing his back. "We should get going."

The two of you stood before the crowd, Namjoon holding a clicker in his hand as he went through various slides. You followed along with the words and pictures on the screen, careful to pick up after Namjoon whenever he tensed up or froze.

"Remember- being in a frat is a privilege. There's more to it than just getting drunk and throwing parties. You've got a lot to contribute towards fundraisers, and you do have to get along with your brothers and other students," you say. "Just because you're in this frat doesn't mean you won't be 'invited' to leave campus. It's happened before, and I've seen too many guys think that just because they're in the top frat they're above the rules."

"Another thing-" Namjoon continued. "We want a safe campus and a clean reputation. That means no crime will be tolerated, and everyone should be respected at our parties. AKA- no taking advantage of people. More specifically no sexual assaults or roofies. It's a sensitive subject, but we want it to be clear that that behavior is intolerable and illegal. Once you do something as sickening as that, you're no longer a brother of ours. We say this because it's been noted that other frats got caught up with scandals like that, and we want to firmly distance ourselves from that sort of behavior."

Ah, yeah. You recalled how back in freshman year the vice president of a rivaling frat was caught roofying one of your sorority sisters. It caused a huge scandal, and ever since the campus became even stricter with punishments and action towards scandals such as that.

This frat was perhaps the most serious about it, which is why you preferred the parties here. Something about it made you feel more secure. Maybe it was when you saw the frat guys move passed out girls and make sure they're safe and out of harm's way, protecting them from predators. Or how they refused to have punch and only served beers that had to be opened. Things like that. It was tight-knit and you were grateful of their preventions regarding date rape.

"Now, any further questions?" you asked. You saw movement and pointed to it despite not being able to see the face.

"Uh, yeah, will there be easy pussy like you there?" the guy asked, a douchy laugh following after.

Your face got hot, and you instinctively throw your arm out in front of Namjoon, who was stepping forward, fists clenched. You spot Hoseok and Yoongi grab onto the arms of the stranger, dragging him out of the room. Where he was going, you had no clue, but you were sure he wasn't going to be assaulted.

"Let me make this clear- we don't tolerate douchebags," Namjoon piped up, jaw clenched. "And this girl is a close friend of ours- so I suggest you don't get on her bad side."

You didn't even have a bad side, truthfully.

You stepped away, your part of the presentation over. Namjoon was explaining what their mission was to prove themselves worthy, and though you knew only a little bit about it, you still had a lot of blanks to fill. Currently, he was stammering, explaining how the inductees were to throw a themed party for the frat. Didn't surprise you- showed responsibility since they'd be hosting it.

You walk outside, running into Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and Hoseok had his fists curled into the guy's collar, his eyes scary and piercing.

"Guys, this is unnecessary," you scold, tugging Hoseok back by his collar. "I'm sure he's learned his lesson- he already ruined his chances here."

"I wonder if he knows that he's banned from the frat house," Yoongi mumbled.

"Just let him go," you sigh, looking over to Hoseok. "C'mon."

Hoseok didn't stop glaring at the guy, gritting his teeth. His chest was puffed out, and you could see the veins pop out along his arms and neck. You wrapped your arm around his, brushing your fingers across his veins to soothe him. "He's not worth it."

Hoseok reluctantly sighed, releasing his pent-up tension. "You're lucky she's here, or you'd be dead. Scram."

The guy spat on the floor, storming off. You looked back to Yoongi, concerned. "You guys didn't have to kick him out."

"It's not just him disrespecting you. Acting rude during a meeting is disrespectful to the frat," Yoongi explained. "We would've done it no matter who he insulted."

You frown, shaking your head. "Why don't you head back to the meeting."

"Yeah, sure. See you later," your ex-roommate shrugs, entering the room again.

You look to Hoseok, concerned. "How's your hangover?"

"I took about a dozen meds, so don't worry," Hoseok says, offering a small smile as he cooled off, leaning against the wall. He grips your waist, pulling you in. "And... about last night."

"You're welcome," you laugh, adjusting the backward hat he had on. "You'll be glad to know I got the barf stains out of my shoes. Though, I'm surprised you even remember me taking care of you last night. You were positively wasted."

"I'm better now," he admitted, though you were sure he probably still had a headache. Even the slightest wince would confirm it. "And I remember something else, too."

You grin despite yourself, dragging your finger along the collar of his shirt. "Do you?"

"Mhm," he hummed, face dangerously close to yours as your chests pressed against each other. "Guess I wasn't drunk enough."

"The puke Jimin cleaned up would say otherwise."

Hoseok grimaced. "You're ruining the mood."

You laugh. "Sorry."

"So did you mean it?" Hoseok genuinely asks. "I mean... I promised... and so did you..."

"Yes, Hoseok, I did mean it," you chuckle, reaching up to pinch his cheek. "And if I recall correctly, you promised me the best dick of my life."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Hoseok asked, eyes lighting up. You feel his hands reach down to cup- what was surprisingly not your ass- but instead your thighs, dragging it up where you had no choice but to jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gripped on tightly to his shoulders, eyes wide.

"Right now?" you asked. "We can't just do it in the hallway, Hobi."

Hoseok looks around, spying a closet at the opposite end of the hallway. He marches over, and you laugh at his eagerness as he starts nibbling on your neck, and you open the door as he stumbles in. You feel your body slam against the door as Hoseok presses against you, your lips connecting as your tongues sloppily clash against one another.

He runs his hands up and down your body as you lean back, legs firmly wrapped around his lithe form. His hands reached up to grip your breasts, squeezing at the soft flesh as he nipped along the side of your neck. You unabashedly whimper, though try to conceal it, knowing you'd have to be quiet in case someone was outside in the hallway.

Hoseok's tongue ran over the expanse of the skin along your neck, and you tapped his forearms, urging him to put you down. He did so, and the moment you were on your feet you sunk down, hooking your fingers into his briefs and sweatpants, yanking them down to reveal his dick. You crept your hand up, pumping his length as you put it in your mouth, bobbing your head.

"Fuck," Hoseok cursed, walking forward. The back of your head hit the door, and soon enough he was fucking your mouth, hips slamming into your face as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax your throat as your nose repeatedly buried into the fine pubes.

He skull fucked you rigorously, holding your head still with both hands as he moved his hips in languid movements. You relaxed your throat as best as you could, feeling his cock repeatedly slam into the back of your throat. Thank goodness you were used to deepthroating- otherwise, you'd be gagging and spitting every five seconds. That was probably how Hoseok knew you could handle his rigorous movements.

Your lungs began to burn, and your nose stayed pressed into his pubes as he took a minute to relish in the feeling of your throat contracting around his cock. You dug your fingers into his thighs, and he immediately pulled out, panting and breathless. You doubled over, coughing, feeling how raw your throat felt.

"Shit, did I go too rough?" he asked, reaching up to grip your chin, making you look up at him. "Sorry, your mouth felt so good."

You managed to let out a hoarse whisper. "You should feel my pussy, then."

Hoseok grinned mischievously. "We've got a dirty girl here, don't we?"

"Mhm," you hummed as he dug his fingers tighter into your chin, dragging you up to your feet. You feel him bury his hands into the waistband of your skirt, diving into your panties as he spread you with two fingers, running them along your folds to tease you.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he questions, thrusting three fingers into you immediately. You were so wet you were able to take him, but the stretch still hurt, and you were gasping, clawing onto him as you tried to adjust to the girth of three fingers.

"I do," you admitted. "Rough, hard, and fast."

"Then you came to the right place," Hoseok chuckled, curling his fingers as he began to pump them, aiming for your g-spot. You squirmed and mewled the moment that he found it, and once he felt you clench down on his fingers, he repeatedly aimed there, causing you to wantonly moans.

"Fuck, Hoseok, right there," you encouraged, biting down on your lip. "You fuck me so well with your fingers."

"Just wait 'til you get my dick," he grunted, pulling out his fingers, wiping them off on your cheek. He dragged your panties down your legs, and you kicked them away. He reached into the pocket of his sweats, retrieving a condom and ripping open the package with his teeth. Before you knew it he was picking you up again, and you were aligning him with your dripping entrance, and he was pushing into you.

Hoseok slammed you into the door, thrusting up into you as he supported you. You spotted the veins along his neck pop as he continued to pump into you, and you were moaning, feeling yourself bounce on his cock. He was repeatedly hitting that spot you craved, and you felt your eyes rolling back in the pleasure you felt.

Hoseok sunk his teeth into your collarbone, leaving a mark. You had no doubt he could taste the sweat and blood, but you didn't care, feeling his tongue run over the teeth marks he imprinted into your skin.

Your hand went down between your smacking pelvises, toying with your clit as you tried to push yourself to the edge.

"That's right- touch yourself for me," Hoseok encouraged, his fingers digging into your thighs. You could tell he was close, and you rubbed yourself faster, mouth parting open as you let out loud gasps.

Your head slammed into the door when you tilted it back, feeling your high override you as you came over his cock, and he continued to drill himself balls deep into you, chasing after his own high. The two of you were sweaty messes, clothes clinging to your skin as he finally put you down. You felt weak, and you actually fell down from the ache between your legs.

God, you weren't going to be able to walk properly tomorrow.

"Shit, you ok?" Hoseok asked, helping you up as you leaned on him for support.

"I think I need a wheelchair," you grunted, grabbing onto your panties. You pulled them back up as you leaned on him, smoothing over your hair and fixing your clothes.

Hoseok laughed, pulling his pants back up. "Man, your lips are swollen."

"You fucking face throttled me!" you whined.

"Who the fuck calls it face throttling?" he questioned, a grin on his face.

"I don't know, I think you fucked my brains out of me," you murmured. "Ugh, I need crutches. We've got to get out there- they probably notice we're gone. Or at least you. I'm sure the meeting is over by now."

The two of you step outside of the closet, and it's at that moment the door to the meeting is swung open, and various men are spilling out. Namjoon approaches the two of you, and you try your best not to look like you had just gotten fucked ten ways to Sunday. Of course, Namjoon could smell the sex reeking off the two of you, and he grimaced.

"Did you two seriously just fuck?" he questioned, eyes wide.

"Don't worry- Jimin already told me, so don't get jealous," you laugh. "I promise next time can be your turn."

Namjoon's face burned, and Hoseok laughed as you gripped onto his bicep tightly. Dear God, when was the last time someone actually destroyed your pussy? You usually had to wait at least the next morning for the familiar ache to be down there. "Hoseok, I think you'll have to carry me all day," you groan, causing him to ruffle your hair.

"Valarie?"

Your face drains of blood at the name, and you turn back to an old friend of yours who you would've never thought you'd run into again. Your eyes widen, and you feel your blood run cold.

"J-Jungkook?"

[moonluneqs]

You dirty. Stuck up. Sadistic, shit-eating, cocksucking, butt-fucking, penis-smelling, crotch grabbing, ball licking, semen drinking, dog raping, Nazi loving, child touching, cow-humping perverted, spineless, heartless, mindless, dickless, testicle-choking, urine-gargling, jerk-offing, horse-faced, sheep fondling, toilet kissing, self-centered, feces puking, dildo shoving, snot-spitting, crap gathering, big nosed, monkey slapping, bastard screwing, bean shitting, fart knocking, sack busting, splooge tasting, bear blowing, head swallowing, bitch snatching, hand-jobbing, doggie caressing, mucus spewing, anal plugging, hole grabbing, uncircumcised, sewer sipping, whore mongering, piss swimming, midget munching, douchebag, hoe biting, carnivorous mail-order prostituting ASSHOLE!

[seaserpent-i-guess]

Last volume of Jojo’s Part 5... I am absolutely ready to have my heart torn to shreds... (Vol 17)

Oh geez oh fuck oh geez

Flying arrow?

FUCK YEAH TRISH!

LEAVE TRISH ALONE

TRISH FUCK NOOOOOOOO!!!!

OH FUCK NO

...What’s going on?

BUCCELLATI NOOOOOOOO!!!! I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT STTIIIIIIILLLLL

“You pukes spewed into a dirty toilet” Great insults there Diavolo

FUCK MY HEART I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED IT ANYWAY. FUCK.

Asshole’s got a superiority complex, geez

Of fucking course the sun comes out while he’s dramatically holding the arrow

Aaannnndddd dramatic glowy stabbing

WAIT FUCK WHAT

NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

Did... Did Gold Experience just fucking molt?!?!?

Gold Experience Requiem has seen some shit

That’s a lot of scorpions

Fucking remind me about the people who died during this... fuck...

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Did Giorno pull a Jotaro and break into Enemy Time Bullshit or something?

Ok, enemy ability reversal works, I’ll take it

Wait, does Gold Experience Requiem talk?

FUCK YEAH PUNCH THE BITCH

Did Epitaph just pop off?

WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE

Did- yeah he just got stabbed a bunch of druggies. Poetic...?

Why is he now in a... morgue I think?

HOLY FUCK

Holy shit that’s dark

WAIT WHAT. WHY IS MISTA HAVING A MEAL WITH FUGO, NARANCIA, AND ABBACHIO??? WHAT THE FUCK???

OH FUCK MISTA AND TRISH DON’T KNOW BUCCELLATI’S DEAD

JUST TURN MY HEART TO PULP, I DIDN’T NEED IT... At least Abbachio, Buccellati, and Narancia seem to have regrouped... ; ;

Ok, what’s going on with this meal? Literally everyone’s here

Oh fuck that’s from when Luca accidentally offed himself

So... before meeting Giorno, Buccellati’s group was asked to kill a man?

Mysterious orb appearance?

Sketchy stand orb?

I am so confused

...Jesus?

Oh fuck it really was predicting Buccellati’s fate?

This... does not make a whole lot of sense...

So Rolling Stones tries to give people a painless death...?

MISTA WHAT THE FUCK

What the fuck Mista

Rip Fugo, he must be so confused

I DIDN’T NEED THE FUCKING REMINDER ASSHOLE

Yeah, everyone in this group is nuts

Why the fuck is Rolling Stones back???

...Polnareff survived...?

Mista and Trish have attained A rank support

So I guess Giorno now runs the show?

Holy shit that was a ride. I am officially dead inside.

Fuck.

[neverending-hurt-comfort]

Riverdale Prompt fic

Author’s Note: FINALLY DONE. New jarchie fic based on a prompt. Heavy vomit warning. 

Archie stood at his locker, putting away the books from all his morning classes. He couldn't help but smile. All the different aspects of his life were finally coming together. He was back on track with Betty and Veronica. The Pussy Cats were really beginning to really accept him and his help. Football was only getting better. And Jughead was his friend again. It had been a long, long summer without him. Just as he shut his locker, Jughead Jones himself came running up to him. "Okay, so I have a plan to get the drive in reopened. But I need your help-" "Jug, what’re you talking about? The demolition started already," Archie grinned. It was so rare to see Jughead so passionate about...well anything really. "No listen, okay, so first we need talk to all the old people who hang out at the alternative bookstore-" "Jughead," Archie's smile slipped. Jughead didn't look right. His eyes were wide and glassy, his lips dry and cracked and his face pasty white. "Slow down, dude. What's up?" Jughead stopped dead. His eyes lost focus and he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I think I'm gonna be sick," he whispered. "What?" Archie asked, closing his locker and turning to face his friend. "Wait, what?!" Jughead gulped again, the muscles in his neck straining in a silent gag. "Okay, it's okay." He grabbed Jughead by the shoulder, looking around desperately for the nearest restroom. Shoving the swinging door open with his shoulder, Archie just barely managed to get Jughead into a stall before he retched and heaved. The first wave of vomit spewed, missing the mark and splattering against the floor. Archie winced, the sour smell twisting his own stomach. But he pushed through, gently guiding Jughead so he was directly over the toilet. The poor guy coughed and gagged again, more liquid forcing its way out of his stomach. When he swayed slightly, Archie placed a firm hand on his neck keeping him balanced. The skin was hot and clammy under his palm. As Jughead retched once more, Archie pulled off his ever present beanie, in a feeble attempt to help him cool off a little. Wasn't it a thing that you lost like 80% of body heat through the top of your head? Archie thought he'd heard that somewhere. Jughead's thick black hair was matted with sweat and grease. Clearly, his friend had NOT showered on this particular morning. He couldn't judge too much though. The Jones' had issues with their hot water more often than not. That would also explain why Jughead was wearing the same wrinkled, slightly musty clothing as the day before.

Should I offer to let him shower at my place? No, that's weird. But everyone used to tease him about being dirty and smelling bad when we were little. Well, not everyone and they had to have outgrown that, right? As if summoned, the door banged opened and Reggie clomped his way in. "Hey Andrews, holding back your girlfriend's hair while she pukes?" "Reggie, shut-" Archie started to speak but was cut-off by Jughead coughing and choking out, "Very funny, Reggie I'm a girl. Creative." Then Jughead lurched forward again, as he managed to retch up even more of his stomach contents. Bile was Archie's best guess. There couldn't be much else in there at this point. Suppressing a sympathetic gag, he glanced back at Reggie. He was just standing arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Maybe taking mercy. Or maybe just respecting Jughead's commitment to snarky comebacks. "Should I...get someone?" Reggie asked, voice wavering. "Like a teacher? Or the nurse?" Jughead startled slightly, shaking his head with shocking insistence. "No," Archie relayed his message. "We're good. Thanks?" Reggie nodded, slowly backing away. "No...um, no problem Andrews." And then he was gone. "So..." Archie spoke after a silent pause. "You feel like you're done?" There was no verbal response. Jughead just lurched forward, his whole torso contracting, followed by the sound of liquid splashing into liquid. "That's okay," Archie spoke quietly, rubbing a hand in firm circles across his back. "Just...get it all up and we'll get you home." Jughead jumped again, his pale, bloodshot eyes making the briefest contact with Archie's. "Can't," he gulped, his face coming to rest against the toilet seat. Archie winced. "Juggie, that's so dirty. You can lean against me-" he tried to pulled his fried back, but as his hands gripped his bony shoulders, Jughead jerked away. "No," he spoke, his voice hoarse but firm. Archie let go immediately. Sometimes, Juggie did not like to be touched. And Archie knew that he was one of the few people who respected his best friend's right to personal space. "Why can't you go home?" He asked calmly, guiding him, so was leaning against the wall instead. Long silence. Jughead blinked, his gaze losing focus. "...forgot my key," he finally whispered. Archie chuckled. "That's not a problem, dude. Even I know where the spare key is. Didn't you say the only thing that was stopping you from being robbed is the fact that you have nothing worth stealing?" Jughead didn't look at him. He dry-heaved once, moaning as he jerked forward towards the toilet again. "Th'll be mad at me..." he groaned. Archie sighed. The Jones' had problems. He knew that. And he'd always known that, to a certain extent, as far back as Pre-K. "Fine, Juggie. We'll ditch and you can sleep it off at my house, alright? Sound good?" Jughead responded with a gurgling noise, wet in the back of his throat as he gagged up another mouthful of vomit. "...okay... he whispered, spitting into the toilet. "Okay buddy, let me know when you feel like you're ready?" Jughead nodded, his body rolling in another dry heave. "Don't worry. No rush." Archie reassured him, moving from kneeling to sitting cross-legged on the cold floor behind his friend. Archie would take Jughead home and get him resting on the couch. And when he felt better, he would let Jughead shower, and wash his clothes, and eat as much as he wanted, replacing everything he'd just lost. Maybe he would get Jughead to talk to him, but maybe not. Either way would be just fine.

[little-owly]

THIS IS TOO PURE?? O NO POOR EVIL BAB ALSO SORRY, THIS IS V LONG AND UNEDITED BUT SOMETIME I'LL TRY TO MAKE THIS A DETAILED FIC "so around 1, right? nice, yeah!! i'll have anti ready -- thanks for making this work out, doc." chase ends the call with sch//neep, crouching down to anti -- who's sitting on the floor fiddling with his overall's bib. "hey bud? marvin's gonna be here any second, can you stay right here while daddy gets your playroom ready?" anti nods, smiling behind his paci. of course, his dark blood slowly trailing down his neck as always. chase attacks anti with ticklish kisses all over his cheeks before leaving him be. anti looks around him and stands to his feet, pocketing his paci. his poor tummy growling -- needing food!! he pauses and peeks into the fridge. his eyes falling to the banana pudding daddy made a few nights ago. sneaking out a cup and using a big boy spoon to dig in -- remembering not to get too dirty. he kicks his feet and hums happily -- so excited to show marvin his blocks, draw with marvin, and maybe even play dress up!! hes so caught up in his day dream he doesn't notice how quickly he ate the pudding. throwing the cup away and washing out the spoon like a good boy. just like how daddy wanted him to. // he skips over to his playroom to see chase opening up the curtains to the room. "daddy? need help? wan' help so marvin is super happy when he comes!!" chase looks over and smiles, "can you pick up the plushies? it'll help daddy so much." anti nods and gets to work. setting the plushies back to their respectable spots in the room. "mister elephant go here...miss birdie go there, and and and sammy stay wif me cause he wanna meet marvin too!!" "good job!! daddy's so proud of you!! now, can you help fold the blankies for daddy?" anti nods and gets to work on helping daddy. grinning from ear to ear, knowing he's being just what daddy wants: a good boy. // chase finishes up just as anti does. the two closing the playroom's door, standing in the hallway. chase noticing a smudge of something on anti's chin. "bud? whats that--" he's cut off by his phone ringing again. answering it, just as anti makes his way to the bathroom. his tummy growls again -- loudly. not from hunger. a...weird feeling. one that burns the bottom of his tummy. making him whimper in pain. what was it? why did it hurt so much? tears begin forming at the corners of his eyes as he gags. spit falling from his pale lips as he grows more scared. standing in front of the bathroom sink, the back of his throat burning. "yeah, just pick him up around 3:30, see ya soon!!" chase ends the call, "anti? bud? marvin's gonna be here any second, can you help with--" a hard gag echoes throughout the apartment. followed by panicking sobs and cries, "d-d-daaaaddy!!" chase rushes towards the source of the sound. heart beating, wondering what's happened to his sweet baby boy. wincing as he sees him. anti puking up his pudding. eyes wide as it continues to spew from his lips, clutching his tummy as the sammy plushie sits atop the shelf above the toilet. sick sinking down into the drain, down his overalls, and even down his chin. "ssh, let it out bud, daddy's got you, daddy's here," he tries to comfort. patting anti's back as he gags more. puking with a shudder. anti's mind jumbles with the feeling of letting his daddy down, of the pain in his tummy, of the disappointment marvin will feel. making him cry harder, body shaking and doubling over. finally done. chase panics. rushing to undress anti -- comforting him all the while -- getting him in the tub before he hears the doorbell ring. he curses under his breath before turning to anti, crying with shampoo in his hair. "anti? buddy? can you stay right here while daddy gets the door? he'll be back in a sec." // the bath was fast, clean up was hell but he managed it all while anti's playmate waited for him. the two caregivers musing over what had happened. "i don't think the pudding agreed with him." sch//neep says. the two finding the discarded cup in the trash. marvin standing in his regular play clothes and black cape. red backpack on his shoulder. "mister chase...where anti?" the two exchange worried looks, "well, he's resting right mow because he's a little under the weather, kiddo." chase answers him, hand on his shoulder, "but you can say hi to him -- would you want that?" marvin nods, following the two. anti's curled up in his crib. footie pajamas and still crying. he takes one look at marvin before hiding under his blankie. thankful his daddy and marvin's papa are downstairs. leaving the two be. "...'m marvin, nice to meet yoo." he waves, sitting down in front of the crib. anti lowering his blankie cautiously. "...wan' see magic twick?" that...actually intrigues anti. nodding through teary black eyes. marvin wooshes his cape back and forth before anti before producing a plushie rabbit out of thin air. anti gasping and dropping the blankie, "how do that?!" "it's twick!!" marvin giggles, "'m sowwy you're not fweeling well..." he replies, tippy-toeing up over the crib to hand the plushie rabbit into anti's hands. "bunnie make me happy when icky, he'll make you feel happy too." anti wipes at his eyes, touched by his new friend's gift. making up for the bad feelings and pain from before, wishing he could hug his newest friend. "t-tank yoo!!" he smiles, cuddling the rabbit plushie to his chest, "...more twicks, please? pretty please?" marvin nods and empties his backpack, ready to help anti feel better and happier with all the magic tricks he can!!

[sickiesope]

Hello! Can I request sick jungkook with a bad stomach bug and he’s sick all night? Any caretaker is fine

Another sick JK fic! :) I couldn't decide on a caretaker so I chose two, I love the maknae line together 💜

Up all night

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Jimin and Taehyung

TW: emeto

It's 3 in the morning and Jungkook is throwing up into the toilet once again. He's been going back and forth from his room to the bathroom all night. He caught a vicious stomach bug out of nowhere and took a turn for the worse after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin are both up taking care of the maknae. Jimin rubs his back while Taehyung went to get water.

Jungkook leans in front of the toilet as his stomach cleches and he pukes up his dinner. Little pieces of undigested bibimbap floating in the bowl, he stares at it glumly.

Jimin feels so bad seeing the youngest like this. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook seemed like he was struggling a bit at dance earlier. His face looked pale and he seemed to get tired faster...and now he's hunched over the toilet throwing up everything he ate.

Jungkook is shaking all over as he holds himself over the bowl, breathing shallow. He upchucks another lumpy wave, filling the bowl more. "Hyung.." he whimpered "I hate this."

"Awwh, it's okay Kookie" Jimin coos, rubbing circles into his upper back. Jimin feels his back muscles tense up when he heaves and sways forward, projectile vomiting. The older grimaces at the awfulness, that was an especially bad one. Jungkook is coughing and spitting repeatedly and sweating profusely. His stomach is in shambles and he has cramps from all the heaving. When he finally finishes spitting he's catching his breath.

"Finished?"

"Yeah.. for now" JK wipes his forehead.

Jimin flushes it for him and wipes his face with a towel.

Taehyung is waiting for him outside with water. Jungkook takes a sip and swishes his mouth and spits into the sink. He doesn't want to risk swallowing it and getting sick again.

"You should drink some as well Kook"

"Ugh, I'll just puke it up again" JK whined.

"You don't want to get dehydrated" Taehyung advises.

Jungkook sighs, looking at the cup. He takes a few tiny sips and holds his breath, seeing how his stomach reacts. It seems..fine. For now.

"Let's get you back to bed" Taehyung murmurs, leading him out.

Jungkook holds his middle as he trudges back to his room. But as soon as he gets comfortable back in bed, his stomach starts roiling again. "Ughh, come on" he moans, sitting up and taking off the blankets. He gags and gets up in a panic with a hand over his mouth. JK races as fast as he can to the bathroom but he doesn't make it; he threw up all over the floor in an instant. "Ahh fuck.." His stomach forced it up so fast within 5 seconds. Taehyung and Jimin gasp and rush over.

"Oh no, Kookie! It's okay, come here" Jimin gets him to the toilet and he spews up more liquid.

"Oh no I'm so s-sorry" Jungkook's choking out sobs.

"It's okay it's not your fault" the elders both reassure him. Jimin goes back to rubbing his back and Taehyung cleans the floor. They give him another set of clothes to change into as he got the other ones dirty. They also give him a trash bin for his room.

Jungkook sits in his bed with it as he doesn't trust his stomach enough to lie down again. And right he is. He burps and out comes a bitter tasting mouthful of liquid. He's dry heaving and coughing over the bucket on the corner of his bed. He's exhausted. "No more throwing up..no more.." the maknae whimpered to himself, eyes tearing up. Jungkook throws up more water and it comes out his nostrils too. Now it burns breathing through his nose and his eyes are really watering. He spits out bile and wipes his eyes with a tissue.

"N-no more.." Jungkook looks at the bit of vomit in the bin and sighs. He rubs his stomach trying to calm it. He can feel exhaustion taking over and he flops back against the pillow. It's almost 5 now and his body is just done.

Jimin and Taehyung join him in bed to make sure he's okay and they're tired as well. Jungkook soon drifts off into a deep sleep.

[llybian]

JJBA Vento Aureo, Vol. 17 Impressions

The Ants Are The Real Heroes

RIP Man With Too Many Eyes

Viva Forever

You’re THE WORST DAD

TRISH NO

Soul Swapping

Leave My Body

TRISH YES

BUCCELLATI NO

“YOU PUKES SPEWED INTO A DIRTY TOILET! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!”

Oh Mista. I’m So Sorry.

He’s Literally With The Angels Now

Back To What Passes For Normal

Wait. That Means Polnareff Is Gone Too. POLNAREFF!

Giorno Majestically Holds The Arrow Heavenward

Running Away Is A Proud Joestar Family Tradition, But You’re No Joestar

UM

It Ate The Arrow, I Think

So Is This Platinum Experience Or...?

It Has The Crazy Eyes

Did You Shoot Him With A Scorpion

Here’s Blood In Your Eye

(Flight Of The Bumblebee Starts Playing)

Erase And Rewind

You’re Vincible

Find The Body Find The Body Find The Body

Oh No! Sewer Junkies!

You Protect That Coat, Sewer Junkie

…Dude, I Think You’re In A Morgue

DUDE! YOU’RE GETTING AUTOPSIED!

DUDE! YOUR LIVER IS HEALTHY AND A GOOD COLOR!!!

Scared By A Poodle Into An Oncoming Car

Did You Banish Him To An Infinite Painscape Where He Can Never Die?

Everlasting Life, Everlasting Death

“So, Human Flesh… If You Ate It, Would It Taste Good Or Would It Taste Bad?”

No Cannibalism Talk At The Dinner Table

He’s Dead, Jim

Lion King Ghosts In The Sky, Man

Right. We’re All Agreed That No One’s Eating Cats.

Wait. Is This Related To Your Earlier Non-Sequitur About Vegetarians? Are You Going To Try To Eat A Vegan?

Or, Rather, I Guess It Would Be Your Later Non-Sequitur Since This Appears To Be A Flashback. So This Is An Idea Mista Has Been Developing.

A Suspicious Death

Manful Tears

Wait. What Is This Ominous Ball.

IT’S FOLLOWING YOU

SLASHER BALL! SLASHER BALL!

BALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALL

Among Trish’s 3 Least Favorite Things Are “Anything That Isn’t Beautiful”

Spongebob Also Used That Sculpting Technique

LIKE A ROLLING STONE!

Dr. Deathstone

Fire Wildly Into The Air!

Run From The Statue!

(Falls Onto Your Car From The Seventh Floor) ‘Sup?

A Grim Omen

POLNAREFF YOU’RE ALIVE AND STILL A TURTLE!

POLNAREFF: GHOST TURTLE

Maybe You Both Have Learned Something From Being Each Other

Long Live King Giorno

[emetofiend2dand3d]

Hey I was wondering if you could do J3 rin/haru with rin sick and haru caregiver? Thanks so much ily!!!!

J3. “Drink this, it will make you throw up.”

Certainly! Please enjoy! ❤️(Author’s note: ¥32,000 is about $300)Please see the tags below* thank you!

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“You’re shitting me.” Rin stood jaw dropped with Haru standing in front of him.

“No.” Was all Haru said in reply.

“You’re not actually serious?” Rin’s voice cracked and he pinched his temples.

“There’s no other place it could have been, right?” Haru double checked.

“How could you be so careless!” Rin shouted at him with his hands in the air.

Haru raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t even making the main course. I was chopping vegetables for salad.”

“Well you should have told me to take my coat off so I wouldn’t drop things in the food!” Rin cried.

“I did.” Haru reminded him. “I told you you should take off your coat so you don’t get it dirty.”

“Well you should have given a better reason than that!” Rin covered his face with his hands and sat down in despair.

“If it was really worth that much why were you wearing it?” Haru sat beside him.

“I just wanted to wear something nice for the ceremony, this is all I have.” Rin shook his head. “Gou’s never going to let me live it down if I miss her wedding for something as stupid as this.”

Haru sat and thought for a moment. “You could try getting it out.”

Rin looked up at him like he was insane. “It’s not as easy as it sounds Haru.”

“I know.” Haru blinked.

Rin groaned and laid back on the couch. “Why did this have to happen today?”

“We still have time.” Haru told him.

“I’m not ganna hack my guts out just to get back a stupid cuff link!” Rin sat up and crossed his arms stubbornly.

“How much did you say they were worth as a pair again?”

Rin’s arms fell and his head drooped forward. “Over ¥30,000.”

Haru patted Rin on the shoulder. “Good luck.”

He got up and went back to the kitchen to finish cooking and Rin clenched his teeth, trying to decide what to do. “Fine! I’ll do it!” He cried, even though he knew Haru couldn’t hear him.

He went to the bathroom and sat over the toilet hesitantly. Rin took a deep breath and with two fingers, he pushed them far into his throat and lightly touched the back of it. He gagged, pulling his fingers out quickly and coughing over the toilet. His eyes watered but otherwise it had little effect. He tried again with the same result. And a third time, still failing miserably.

Haru pushed the door open and came into the bathroom with an apron on. “Did you find it?” He asked.

“No!” Rin barked at him. “Ah, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to sound angry. It’s just frustrating is all.” He leaned over the toilet, resting an elbow on the seat and running his hands through his hair.

“I’ll be right back.” Haru told him. “I think I might have something that will help.”

He returned after a few minutes and Rin was starting to get impatient. He got up and opened the door to see Haru walking in. “Oh.”

Haru held out a small bottle for him. “Here. Drink this, it will make you throw up.”

Rin’s jaw dropped. “huuh? You’re shitting me.”

“For the second time, no.” Haru said with a straight face.

Rin shifted his weight to his other leg and pushed his bangs back between his fingers. “Honestly.” He sighed, swiping the bottle.

Haru gave him a spoon and Rin poured himself some. It was thick syrupy liquid that was dark like molasses. He stared at it nervously, trying to keep his hand from shaking.

Haru turned around to leave but Rin stopped him. “Wait-”

Haru looked at him. “What is it?”

Rin lowered his head, his hair casting a shadow over his eyes. “Will you… stay with me?” Then he retracted. “Just to make sure I don’t die or something!”

Haru stood staring at him blankly.

“I mean… it’s not very fair to Gou for her brother to die on her wedding day. It’s supposed to be a happy occasion!” Rin stumbled on his words and Haru continued to stare at him.

“I mean…” Rin’s voice got quieter. “I guess I’m a bit scared.” He admitted.

Haru untied his apron and hung it on a hook then joined Rin in the bathroom. He took the spoon from Rin and suddenly shoved it down his throat.

Rin coughed but managed to swallowed it down. He shuddered from the taste. “That was disgusting.”

“I should hope so.” Haru took the spoon and ran it under the tap.

“Well…” Rin was confused. “What now?”

Haru went over the the toilet and lifted the seat up. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and directed Rin towards the toilet. Rin got down on his knees, looking at Haru expectantly.

Haru crossed his arms. “Now, we wait.”

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The two of them waited in silence for about ten minutes. Rin noticed himself starting to salivate and he spat into the toilet. “I’m kind of thirsty…” He noticed.

Haru stood up. “I’ll get you some water.”

Rin waited anxiously, staring at his reflection in the toilet. Even in the reflection of water, he could see that he had become very pale and he realized he had goose bumps on his arms. He spat out another mouthful of saliva and breathed through his nose. He suddenly felt an unpleasant, nauseating feeling and shut his eyes to try to overcome it. Next, he was stuck by a feeling of urgency and felt his stomach muscles clench up on him.

Rin leaned forward with a gag and as if some powerful force from within him was trying to escape, he heaved up flood of his stomach contents. Haru returned at that moment with a glass of water.

“Sorry Rin, I had to take the food out of the oven. I was afraid it would bur-” he looked up to see Rin and ran towards him, setting the cup on the sink. “Rin, you’re going to get vomit in your hair.” Haru brushed Rin’s bangs out of his eyes, behind his ear.

Rin hiccuped and burped simultaneously, following with another flood of liquids. He came up panting heavily. “Wa-water.” He begged.

Haru jumped up to retrieve it for him and Rin downed the entire cup in under thirty seconds. He came up panting and Haru sat staring. Rin happened to notice that Haru was biting his cheek and rubbing his arm up and down absentmindedly.

“I’m-glp- sorry if I scared you.” Rin said.

Haru shot him a look. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t have to worry. It’s not that baaahCK-” Rin pitched forward coughing into the toilet again.

“Rin!” Haru cried, instinctively holding him by the shoulder.

Rin burped up all of the water he drank in a few heaves until more of his stomach contents made their way up. He expelled a surge of vomit and it splattered into the toilet. Another gag was enough to bring up a waterfall of liquids that didn’t seem to want to stop. After his long bout of puking his face was dripping with sweat and he was gasping for breath.

He glanced to the side at Haru, whose mouth was open as he gaped at Rin, never letting go of his arm for a second.

“Okay… I admit-urp- that was pretty bad.” Rin tried to sound light hearted.

Haru finally let go, realizing he was clinging to Rin and looked away casually. “I’ll get you some more water.”

Rin sighed and reduced himself to the task of looking into the toilet to see if he had happened to puke up the cuff link. He didn’t see it and gratefully flushed the toilet. He sat back, his breathing slowing.

“Nothing?” Haru asked when he came back.

Rin shook his head. “I hope it’s not too late…” Rin said nervously. “I really don’t like the idea of going to a hospital and letting some doctor fiddle around with my innards.”

They sat without talking for a bit before Rin suddenly moaned and crinkled up his face.

“What is it?” Haru asked, despite already knowing.

“N-nauseous.” Rin clutched his stomach and situated himself back over the toilet. Shortly after, he let out a deep gag and a waterfall of liquids poured out of him. He spat once before an air bubble escaped and he was back spewing up more liquids into the bowl.

Suddenly he started coughing, differently than before, like he was choking on something and Haru grabbed on to his shoulder and back in a panic. “Rin!”

Rin coughed painfully, tears streaming down his cheeks, when his eyes widened and he turned away from the toilet.

“What are you-” Haru was in shock until Rin let out a final cough and he heard something tinkle on the floor.

Rin panted, but seeing the cuff link, he leaned his weight onto Haru with a loud cry of relief. “That was seriously unpleasant.”

Haru said nothing, and Rin looked up at him to see he was in Haru’s arms. He jumped up and turned away, his cheeks turning red. “Sorry.”

Haru placed a hand on his shoulder and Rin turned back. Haru smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

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Nostalgia Critic, 2008