#asthma tw

[fortitudina]

*OOC. ------ Also, small health update: The doctor from my GP that rang me this morning, thinks I have pneumonia over a chest infection. They've prescribed me steroids and more inhalers, on top of my current inhalers and the antibiotics I'm on and they've said that the x-ray department should ring me to see them by the end of the week. Even they're concerned that with how long I've had it, that it's done even more damage to my lungs than what is already there, with my asthma.

[stigmvtas-archived]

EDEN SHEPHERD — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, EDEN SHEPHERD ( cis woman, she/her ) ! they are a THIRTY TWO year old who has lived over on PROSPECT HILL for HER ENTIRE LIFE and works as a ANTIQUE'S SHOP OWNER. everyone says they look a lot like GRETA ONIEOGOU. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF ASTHMA / MEDICAL CONDITION.

profile.

full name: eden beatrice shepherd.

birthday: september 4th, 1991.

astrology: virgo sun, cancer moon, sagittarius ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: simulation swarm by big thief.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

grew up on a commune in prospect hill, not too far off from the rest of the island but far enough. it's very much a like, down to earth, all natural - holistic, hippie community.

asthma / medical condition; from childhood, eden's afflicted with asthma. it's bad enough that she spends more time in town, staying with her grandmother in hyland park, than at the commune.

in high school she decides to move in with her grandmother, her condition never worsening but never getting better - it's easier to be closer to the hospital.

is kind of outcasted in high school because she's known as the weird commune girl, walking barefoot around town just because shoes hurt. eden rarely let it phase her, though.

goes to college for bioengineering, because it feels like a combination of what she loves, and what she experiences on the day-to-day. is accepted to ivy leagues, but chose to stay in marina for her education.

meets someone during her masters program, a tourist who'd been traveling the world, and shortly after her graduation from the program she just. runs off and travels with them. they're kind of serious, but eden doesn't realize that they're that serious until they're proposing to her.

says yes, because what else do you say? they stay together for a good amt of years and are set to marry in greece, but eden gets cold feet and promptly. abandons her fiance at the altar.

moved back to marina after that, and hasn't left again since. it's been a few years since then.

inherited her grandmother's antique shop, but her grandma ada's still alive and kicking, she just didn't want to fuss with the finances anymore. the shop is essentially just ada's home in hyland, but the first floor's taken up by shelves and books and tables filled with old knick knacks, junk, and the occasional actually valuable antique.

facts & temperaments.

asthma / medical condition; took a big risk traveling with her asthma, because after years of being stagnant in progression, it's becoming resistant to treatment. is currently on an experimental medication for it. but she has that thang on her at all times.

a peacemaker. would rather solve other's problems than add to them, or fight with anyone - hates conflict. professional at running away from it. everyone in her family jokes that she should've become a therapist instead of a bioengineer, since she hasn't done much with her degree.

will help you with any task, big or small, without question. will only tease you a little bit, but knows when to let up. likes to be a comforting person, and is personable in the sense where she'll know all your favorites, but you won't know much about her or her issues.

doesn't like to be fretted over, very much likes to do things herself. knows how to fix most things herself, and is constantly doing DIYs around the commune and her grandmother's house.

can be a bit high strung even if she tries hard to not come off like it. needs things under her control, despite how much she says she can go with the flow. very anxiety-ridden!

is very sentimental and doesn't throw away anything that provokes strong memories for her. is minimalist on the outside, but keeps at least one closet just filled with shit that she can't bring herself to throw away, even if it doesn't fit her aesthetic.

doesn't do committed relationships very much, because they kind of scare her? doesn't know how to be fully emotionally intimate, so settles with hookups.

overthinker. can be brutally honest at times, but probably doesn't want to hear it from others. anger is slow and quiet, builds if provoked. master at the silent treatment, and is a lifetime grudge-holder if you do manage to get on her bad side.

[wearejericho]

parameddic asked: “That cough sounds pretty bad.” for your human connor maybe? if you want!

    ❝ i asked him to stop smoking. ❞ connor had opted to take an uber home from work, already not feeling well enough to drive. the moment he sat inside the driver lit a cigarette — connor’s worst asthma trigger. he tried to explain, but it turned into an argument and before he knew it he was being booted from the man’s car. the driver took things a step further before connor could step out, blowing a large puff of smoke in his face.

    he screen-shotted the driver’s information before it disappeared, the intent to file a report for assault and battery. but first, he needed to breathe. of course, he didn’t have his inhaler on him. he had one at his desk, and one at home. the heavy smoke, added on top of the cold he was likely coming down with was proving to be a bit too much for his lungs. every attempted deep breath sent him further into a coughing fit. he doesn’t waste his breath explaining himself. 

    ❝ it’s asthma. ❞ connor offered simply. granted, downtown detroit probably wasn’t the best place to go looking for fresh air, but it’s where he’d landed. 

[nicolepeterson]

Introducing Nicole Peterson!

Nicole Peterson is 27 years old and was born in Kismet Harbor, Oregon. She is currently single and lives in a 3 bed, 2 bath home with her son. She is the daughter of Kathy & Gus Peterson and the sister of Gale Peterson. She is also the mother of Ryder Peterson.

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TIMELINE

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[nemesyaaa]

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader (how they met, and their first night together.)

you were red and you liked me 'cause i was blue. but you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky.

warnings : lmfaooo this part always killing me but here it is....rafe being 90% of the warning part and the menace he already is, kidnapping, daddy issues, urge of sexualing your own self, slight of stockholm syndrome, dubcon, smut, dark!rafe, violence, mentions of threats, r being a missing girl, age gap, size difference, choking. rafe being mean to the reader. slight of daddy kink. sick attitude. dirty talk. attention whore. just minors DNI. (why it's bigger than my grocery list actually...). please carefully pay attention to the tags !!?

author's note : it's my first time writing a dark fic so don't expect too much 🙏🏿 you can read this without watching buffalo 66.

some girls were the trailer park princess, and others the queen of the gas station.

as the girl of the gas station, you were there all day on the road of these men much older than you, who had and drove pretty vintage cars who were literally bigger than you. those rich daddies surely had more money than your poor father who was always sitting behind the desk of his shop waiting for the night.

your father never gave you any attention, not even a look, he didn't care about what you did on your summer days as long as he never saw you. so you stayed all day at your playground queendom across from the pitiful, filthy motel where you lived. because here at least the men were looking at you.

of course they were looking at you, you always gave them something to look at with your tiny dresses that showed your naked thighs, your tits pressed together in that backless top. you always dressed in that soft and milky blue shades. as the sea and the sky, you were blue.

while their wives found you sick, you could feel their stares every time you leaned down to grab the keys that they forgot to give you each time. you could feel their eyes completely charmed by the way your summer dress rode up above your ass, and your panties stuck out.

fully bent over, you could hear the groans of these old men, the way they forced their hands themselves to not touch you when you wanted nothing more than to see them give in to the young temptation that you were.

you had a power in them and you loved to see them completely crazy.

you worked as a gas pump attendant. in reality, you did it behind your father's back because it allowed you to stay in the company of these men who only had eyes for you.

you always put on a show for them, and it always worked because you were irresistible.

but there was this guy every time, a regular customer, cold and short-spoken who never spoke to you.

he had a beautiful and luxurious car and you always wondered what job he did to drive such an incredible vehicle, and to spoil you so much with all this money.

he never said thank you for your service. after all, you were paid for it. his eyes were blue as you. he could park and glare at you for hours, sitting deep in his seat, a cigarette stuck between his opened lips.

he was so much older than you, so much to the point it was indecent. when you had first seen him, you had melted like sugar.

as you were coming back from the ice cream parlor, your lips sucking that delicious vanilla ice cream, you sat on the edge of the gas station, right in front of his car, your legs completely spread, white cream melting and dripping between your thighs. he rubbed his painful boner through his boxer.

you were sick, you let him look at you with this completely perverted stare while you let chunks of ice fall into your cleavage.

his eyes were all over you, but this time it was different, because this time it was him who was thinking about you while touching himself. this time it was him who was sick about you , him who had all these furious ideas about you. he pumped himself so hard, biting his lips harshly. and you continued your depraved show, while he jerked off, his big cock shaked and leaked in his own hand, his thick and already experimented fingers moved around his length faster and faster, the sweaty and dirty sound of his balls slapping, the squeaking noises of his chair, his arched back making the chair shaking. you thought of the veins of his dick engorged of blood pulsated against his hefty strength. that was enough to make you fully wet.

you wanted nothing more than to make this old man reach for you. but the problem was, you were too young and naive to know how mad he was, and what he really wanted to do with a pretty doll like you.

you stood up when you finished your ice cream, putting your dress back on neatly, and leaned down, leaning your porcelain princess arms over his car window.

you shuddered when he spread his cum on your face without any warning, smeared the remains of vanilla ice cream over your sloppy lips gloss with lick of drool.

he pushed his big thumb against your little mouth, pushed it into an o shape, and you closed her to start licking up the drops of his cum.

but like every time he came here, he never spoke to you. you had just seen the car leave, while you still had the taste of him on your lips. it was rude.

the next day, your father sent you out to do some groceries on a sweltering hot summer day, tired of seeing you around doing nothing. what he didn’t know was that this was probably the last time he saw you. and even shoupe that you had seen earlier in the morning, and who had told you to be careful, something with a killer around.

when you were done with the grocery, you started walking through the empty parking lot.

you thought you were alone, even though there were a few empty cars.

but it was a mistake, a terrible mistake that you were going to regret.

“didn't shoupe tell you to be careful this morning, sweetheart ? because i'm pretty sure, he did. ”

you screamed when the man grabbed you by the waist, pressing your little ragdoll body against his chest much stronger. the stranger quickly covered your mouth, and bruised your pretty lips with violence without any caring, shoved down his fingers between them to the point that you almost choked with your own breath and saliva.

“ you hurt..me…! ” you tried to say with a lot of difficulty, as his firm grip crushed against your breasts.

“ not yet actually, doll. but i promise, i will if you continue to fight. so beware, or i will fucking kill you. not a threat, sweetheart. it's a promise. “ and you knew that even god couldn't save you at this time.

you tried to bite him, but your teeth barely touched his skin. his lips hovered above your ear, you could hear his deep older voice warned you.

" bite me one more time, and i will break you. i love wrestle with you little girl, but i think you will really hate the way i fight. because when daddy fight sugardoll, he kills. and tiny things like you are so easy to wreck. and you dont want to die today, right ? you're too young for that. do you got it ? nod if you got it, yes. smart baby, understand easily that she needs to listen and not fucking run away. ”

his strength was heavy. you had stopped resisting a few minutes ago, even when he put you in his car.

he started driving, with a smirk, he looked in the rearview mirror before telling you.

“ what's the matter, sugardoll ? don't want to put a show for me, anymore ? ”

he had taken you to a shitty old motel down the road, where no one would be able to pick you up here. you knew he was intelligent, you knew it because you understood that every time he came to see you, he tried to learn more about you, but not to know you no, but to know when would be the right time to kidnap you. you knew it because he had stalked you carefully.

he had tried to tie you up while you tried to struggle one last time. but he had grabbed your jaw so violently that you felt your face shiver in his hands. “one more move, and i’ll show you how dolls are really treated, how i have no fucking bother to kill a tiny thing like you. ”

“i’m not going to run away.”

"i know.” he shushed you with a sick evil smirk. “ but it's not because you don't want to, sugardoll .but more because you can't.” he said, while releasing your jaw.

“ that's the small but important difference. i kidnapped you. do you even know what it means ? "

you started to cry, tears running down your cheeks.

“ you want a real reason to cry? fine. i can do that for you. i kidnapped you but you want to know the big part of all this? is that no one will come for you. your father doesn't love you , and that's why you work in this stupid gas station. you love the attention of these men so bad that you feel obliged to sexualize yourself to feel desired but me, i wanted you the first time i saw you. i let you do it, i let you play with them, but now it's all over. since i own you, this game is fucking over. ”

“shoupe will come after me ! ”

“but maybe you won’t be around to see it anymore.” he looked at you, and shushed your tears, while staring in your wet eyes. “ yes, i really like when you give me those tears, cry to me, little girl i'm the only men that really got you. ”

you glared at him as if he had fallen from the sky.

“ but now you have to be careful, don’t get on my nerves. i know it's hard for you, but don't do stupid things. ”

he placed your hand on his lower back, where you had felt the metallic coldness of the gun. and you shivered.

"yes, you got it. don't ever get on my nerves.”

“ how can i get on your nerves ? you don't really seems like a bad guy. more like a sweet guy ? ”

“ i'm not. and i'm not trying to be so watch your mouth. “

“ but i really think you are. can i hug you ? ”

“ try it, doll, literally try it. just try to touch me, i dare you. and i bet you will never tell me i'm the sweetest guy again. ”

“ can you at least bathe me ? ” you asked seriously.

“ jesus, do you think i'm your slave or whatever ? do you forget which position you are in ? in the captive one. so do not ask me those stupid things again. and don't try, no, never try to run away because, i can promise you that when i will find you, it will not be a pleasant time for you. and not even a little, but to the point, you will ask me to kill you. and i will be in a mood to accept your request ? yes, me. ”

you nodded as the kind and little girl you are who cannot argue against this tall man. he released your small face, and you were bathing alone. while you were taking your bath, alone in the tub, you heard rafe on the phone without being able to understand what he was saying but after that call, he left the room.

you had decided to buy some food with the little money you had at the food and drink vending machine.

with a happy smile, you went back up, hoping to please him. but you had found him on the chair in front of the TV.

“look, what…”

“i think you’re really nice. but not at your own good, sugar. ”

“ i just wan…”

“ get on the bed, now. ”

he couldn't help but relaxing when he saw how your blue dress was so tiny, already showing your soaked underwear.

" no whining. " he said as he shoved himself deeply in your tight abused cunt, your ragdoll body pressed down in the mattress, his thick stronger arms hugged your small waist, while thrusting harder and harder, your walls clenched around his fat cock. you can felt the size growing bigger in your wettering pussy, as he turned you into a real crybaby, tears flowing down your cheeks. you were caged by his beefy and muscular body on the bed, gasped on the edge. “ you wanted to act like a big girl ? then take it like a big girl. no fucking whining, i'm just giving you what you want. ”

he was literally buried inside you, snapping your hips, moving in and out. the atmosphere was hot, you felt the heat, there were trails of saliva around your mouth. “stop whining babydoll, daddy is not at his worse actually. and you don't want to see this happen.” you wanted to hate him but it was like you appreciated him being so mean to you, your pussy was dripping, your fluids drenching him, your sticky walls surrounded his girth. " yes, that's it. pull up some juices for daddy, make it easier for him to destroy you. "

everytime you runned away from him, he lifted your head with a grunt, and with a wild thrust inside of you, making you drip even more as his glistening tip reached your spot, the dirty and wetness sound of his moves echoed in the room, your body trapped against his taller one.

with a hand on your throat, you were arched to the point where he could see your wetted eyes rolled up. "try to run away again, and you will have the fucking pleasure to be a momma, as well as a missing girl. i'm not asking you to take my cock better.” he said with a threat. “ no, i'm telling you to do it as your fucking job. ”

all teary, you could bet that rafe didn't know how big he was for telling you this. you were trying your best actually. he was rutting in you, holding your tiny size with one big hand, getting so feral everytime he saw your small body twitching when he pushed himself further. your moans were loud, as your squirted more than one time on him, your dripping walls clamped his hard cock. even when your third orgasm flowed against your bulging pussy, creating a mess at the surface, he continued.

" you know sugardoll, you better work faster for my cum, because i will only stop when i will see how creampie your pussy is for my dick.”

he stuffed your puffy messy cunt, while your pumped his fingers who slidded deep down in your throat, your warm and bullied tongue fighting to not dropped them.

you slobbed more with the overstimulation. you felt like this man was insatiable. rafe loved to see you, his sugardoll in pain, taking so much for him.

when he finally stopped teasing you, and fighting himself to not cum, and clearly toying you, he exploded, making you cried out. all your body was filled with spasms.

you expected something from rafe when he pulled out, a little soft spot, or at least, just one look but he just went to the bathroom. alone.

you expected him to be sweet for you, like the sugar you were for him. and you knew, that you will work for this later.

when he came back, you looked at him, always attracted by his charisma, the way he made you felt so tiny by his big size, the way he was old enough to make you feel like a little girl, just the way his raised voice made you feel so small.

“ can i sleep with you ? ”

“ whatever. just don't touch me. ”

“ you're not gonna be my big spoon ? “

“ what the fuck is this ? i'm not gonna be your spoon. jesus, can you just sleep and not ask for any stupid things that you think i will do because you're already so obsessed with me ? and give me your hands. ”

he tied them up on the bed with your little blue ribbon.

“ just in case you think you can escape me. ”

“ i can't sleep like that ! ”

“ i fear it's not my fucking problem, sugardoll.”

“ fine. i will talk and talk all night. ”

“ i can fuck you all the night too. but one of us will not survive this. so stop being so damn annoying. ”

“ what if i want to pee in the middle of the night ? ”

“ you're strong enough to hold it. and you fucking better be strong enough to hold it. ”

“ why are you so mean to me ? why you kidnapped me ? ”

“ sugardoll, listen to me. look at me, yes. eyes on daddy right now. i swear, and you need to listen carefully because i will tell you once, just once, so your dumby brain need to pay attention, if you're talking another time, even if i see your lips moving, just a twitch, i will put my dick right in your mouth, making you suck it for without a break until the sun rises again. and i can promise you that after, you will never talk to me because you will never be able to open that mouth again. do you got it ? nod your head if you got it, doll.”

and you nodded.

as a doll, you were conditionned to listen to your owner, even if he was so mean to you. but you were as soft as sugar, always melted around, already thinking he was the best guy around.

“ sweet dreams, sugardoll. ”

i promise one day i will write something very good, just give me a chance. i think the only sweet thing in this work, it's rafe calling r " sugardoll ", he's so mean please 😭😭 i think i make him a little too dark to the point, i'm questionning about how he can be sweet to the reader now ????? but i guess, it's part of the game. tysm @bunnyrafe and @fae-of-prey me a lot !

[the-blackest-spider]

Reblogged a couple of memes, which I’ll answer tomorrow after work because my breathing is not good, stupid allergies so I’m gonna take stuff and head off to bed a little earlier than I might normally even for a work night, so have a good night or day depending on where you are!

[vampvelvet]

we as a society dont really like. put any weight to asthma as a condition. like its been getting better the past few years, but growing up with like asthma as the butt of jokes in tv and movies and nobody ever denouncing those jokes irl, i didnt realize at the time how much that sucked. asthmatics in media at least back then were made out to be like sensitive weak and pathetic, like as if it was some kind of personal failure. they were losers, nerds. not athletic. it was funny for them to be out of breath after a short exercise that the other characters were fine about. people dont realize how scary it is. can you blame me for not being athletic because i dont want to put myself at risk of an asthma attack? it feels like youre literally dying. there isnt oxygen in your lungs. is that not terrifying? does it not absolutely suck to go outside on a humid or dry day and feel like your body is working against you? or to feel like youre being a burden to ask people to stop smoking around you? its not a fucking joke.

[kinokoshoujoart]

“you should’ve seen how nasty the AWL boys used to look, poor pony” WRONG. pony came stomping into the valley to start the world’s worst trashboy polycule of all time on purpose

[mostlycatsmostly]

Poor guy had an asthma attack in the middle of the night but we didn't hear him. He climbed up on the bed & puked on me. Gross but I immediately knew what was going on and grabbed his emergency inhaler. He is back to normal today. Good, smart boy.

[italiantea]

bit of translation+parsing through the shooting scene

saw someone say they didnt know it was a model gun so yeah. gun's not real guys free my boy he did nothign wrong

so the insomnia mv was edited together in a purposefully ambiguous way, with scenes that are nonchronological or metaphorical, representing fuchi's chaotic mental state.

first there's the shooting

then this shot of a truck driving itself

which then cuts to the seven car pileup

and then transitions to the news story covering it, presumably the next day

translation: indiscriminate shooting with a model gun at shibuya scramble crossing. an indiscriminate crime?

below that: passenger car, truck, minivan etc. involved in seven-car serial collision incident

the date and time is 11pm on the 28th of march, which happens to be 1 hour before what I'm assuming is fuchi's 18th birthday

sidenote: this crossing is literally the busiest pedestrian crossing in the world

anyway the police come for him and he runs for it.

'under arrest: occupation unknown, suspect fuchi sunao (18)'

then there's this sequence of him wrestling for control with his inner child, which is obviously not meant to be taken literally

along with this shot of him tumbling down the stairs into the path of a truck

however, that stairwell is nowhere to be seen in the shot after he's actually been hit by the truck, and if you look closely he still has both shoes on his feet

so we can infer that the whole sequence did not happen in reality

then there's this newspaper from the 30th of march. the headline says 'successive accidents in tokyo'. on the right: 'collision with a driverless* truck' and on the left: 'accident in the same spot as...' (cut off) *literally: in motion with no driver(human), not referring to self-driving technology

the words are blurry but basically the right part describes the seven-car pileup from the 28th again, and the left part describes fuchi's collision with the self-driving truck. the good news is at least the pileup doesn't seem to have killed anyone, with the text describing 10 people with light to severe injuries, and 2 people in a coma.

the caption to the left of the photo says it's the scene of the accident, taken at 11pm on the 29th in shibuya, tokyo

so yeah piecing all that together, fuchi went on a sleepwalking shooting spree with a model gun on the night of the 28th of march, caused a massive traffic accident that injures several people, presumably just??? left?? and went home?? they just let him? i guess all the people ran away or were too busy dealing with the 7 smushed cars. then on the night of the 29th he sees the news on the tv, the police knock on his door and he runs. one mental breakdown and dreamworld sequence later he ends up getting hit by a truck in the same intersection as before.

edit: as some in the notes have pointed out, the truck is reported as 'driverless' because his zingai mr. creepypasta was the one driving it, and it's invisible to most normal people. it's also foreshadowed (represented?) by this shot during the scene where his child self is rampaging.

anyway now he's in jail. rip.

[ladyfarona]

Silly and random ObeyMe headcanons!

Beelzebub can summon a hoard of flies using just the sound of his wings. One time, because he hadn't done it in a while, he accidentally called a hoard of butterflies instead.

...Mammon is terrified of butterflies. The above incident did not end well, and yes, fire was involved.

Leviathan almost died laughing due to the butterfly incident. It's how he found out he has asthma. Levi always carries an inhaler with him, and all his brothers know what to do when he's having an attack, though surprisingly, Asmodeus is the most helpful and soothing, and is Levi's go-to person when he is sick.

Once when Asmodeus and Satan went to the carnival together, Satan got separated and couldn't find Asmo for hours. Satan later made the mistake of going to into the House of Mirrors, where he found his brother having a "good time" with several park guests. Everyone involved was kicked out of the carnival, including Satan, even though he had nothing to do with it. The only thing that saved Satan from having a wrath meltdown was the cute kitten keychain he'd won earlier that day.

When Belphegor was a baby angel, he used to sleep on stars. If he feels particularly down, Belphie will wander off into the magical firmament high above the Devildom to nap on one of the stars Diavolo created. The warmth always comforts him.

The local barista always has Lucifer's morning coffee ready. Being a creature of habit, Lucifer has ordered the exact same thing for several hundred years so the barista never has to question his order. Lucifer usually comments on how good the coffee is and tips well, making him the barista's favorite customer.

[ladybirdmacbeth]

this is modern kanej at some fancy event for Kaz’ job, gossiping abt the stuff inej has overheard his business rivals saying. cuz u know our girl is tiny and silent and snooping in every au

[scrapnick]

Fuck thinspo all my homies hates thinspo, I just don’t want my joints to hurt when I’m old

[rachi-roo]

loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 32: Am I My Brother's Keeper?

(This chapter features a character getting kidnapped. Take care and read at your own risk)

With every passing moment, Art and Fritz grew more frantic in their search of Gaston. 

They had found his meatball cannon where it had tumbled in the bushes. He carried that little cannon on him everywhere he went so… why was it here? Where was Gaston?

More agents were beginning to pull up to the school and tape it off for searching. They couldn’t stay here or they’d risk being caught. “He’s not here. Is it possible he ran off?” Fritz looked over at Art. The spaceman was watching the agents out the window, the meatball cannon in his hands. 

“No. He never goes anywhere without this cannon. If he’s not here… He’s with them.” Art’s gaze narrowed at the men. The events from last night flashed through his mind. These people thought they could stroll in and take his family away?

Art’s fist clenched at his side, the other one tightening on the cannon almost enough to damage it. Fritz looked up at him fearfully and took a couple steps back. Art was such a gentle giant… he had never been known to get violent. Not before this, anyway. He was the peacemaker of the family, always stepping in and calming everyone down if there were ever squabbles. But nobody had ever taken his sister or brother from him before.

Art’s entire body shook with anger. Fritz’s eyes widened. Suddenly, Art seemed to snap himself out of it. He stopped and took a deep breath, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. Art looked down at the cannon in his hands. Fritz exchanged a glance with Petunia and slowly approached Art again.

The bigger man held the cannon to his chest and closed his eyes, as if whispering a silent prayer. He stayed there for a moment before he opened his eyes and looked at Fritz.

“Let’s go.”

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Franny tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as she waited for the others. Initially she was going to go look with them while Carl stayed with the boys, but every time she tried to leave, Wilbur would beg her not to. 

She also hated the idea of being away from him while the agents were here. She wanted to be where she could keep an eye on him. She had the A/C in the car way up to help him feel better. They were parked around the side of the school so as to stay close enough the family could find them, but not so the agents would see them right away.

It was about ten minutes into her wait when Bud, Laszlo, and Tallulah crashed next to the car. Laszlo’s helmet was built only to carry one person at a time, so what was so urgent that they all had to fly here? Franny leapt from her seat and stepped out of the car, instantly sensing that something was wrong. Where was Tiny? Wilbur instantly perked up and moved to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Franny stopped him. “I’m just stepping outside of the car, bud. I’m not going anywhere.” He seemed to settle a bit, but stayed aware.

“Tallulah! Bud!” Franny sounded relieved, but waited expectantly for the bad news.

“They got Tiny,” Laszlo huffed, trying to catch his breath. “I hit a dead end and… they caught up to us…” he coughed. “I’m sorry, I went the wrong way…”

Tallulah, also doubled over to catch her breath, tapped at his shoulder to get his attention. She was wheezing pretty hard. Her brother quickly felt through his pockets and pulled out a backup inhaler, shaking it and handing it to her. She took a puff and kneeled down in the grass, letting it kick in. Laszlo had his hand on her back. She flinched slightly in pain. “Breathe, Lu. Do you have your inhaler?” She shook her head. “No… Lost it,” she wheezed between words. “When the car flooded… in the canal..” 

Tallulah tried to hand the inhaler back but her brother shook his head. “Hang onto it.” He made a mental note to ask her about the canal later. 

Franny kneeled down on Tallulah’s other side, making sure she was breathing alright. “This is worse than we thought. When Gaston gets back, we need to-.”

“Gaston’s not coming back…” Franny looked up in shock. Art stood next to the car, looking grim and holding the meatball cannon in his hands. Franny felt like the air was stolen from her lungs. “What do you mean…?”

“Those people got him,” Art spat. 

Franny felt her limbs go numb and her body go cold. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. For a moment she wondered if she should use Tallulah’s inhaler on herself.

She had never heard her brother use such a bitter tone before. Something about his expression gave her chills down her spine and made her stomach turn. She hadn’t seen it since her brothers had gotten into a terrible fight many years ago. It was before Wilbur was born. Hell, it was back before she and Neil got married. 

Fritz hurried over to his daughter and wrapped a gentle arm around her. “Honey…”

He moved to grab his spare inhaler from his pocket, but Tallulah stopped him. “I already took a puff. It’s working, I can feel it.” Tallulah was still breathing rough, but much better than before. She wrapped her arms around her father and brother, fully appreciating the fact that they were all four together for the first time since they were all separated.

Franny didn’t realize she was crying until Art set a gentle hand on her back. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Frankie hopped on her shoulder and put a comforting hand on top of her head. “Let’s go home and regroup. The family took a big hit, and we need to get out of here before the agents find us.”

Franny looked around. Her brother was right… Carl was still not caught up, Wilbur was shaken up, Art was close to losing his temper, Tallulah overdid it already and needed to recover, half the family was missing, Gaston was gone. 

The family was in rough shape.

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Gaston tried to shout, but his voice was muffled behind cloth.

“Damn, he’s awake already?”

“Seriously, what are these people made of? They’re tough as hell.”

He was in a vehicle, his arms zip-tied behind his back and a cloth over his head. It must’ve been a sweater or a bag or something. It was small, but thick.

Last thing he remembered, he was thrown off of Tiny and went crashing into the bushes. As he was getting up, a bag was thrown over his head and something stuck into his shoulder.

He woke up here.

There was no telling how long they’d been driving, or where they were going. All Gaston knew was that he didn’t want to be here. Gaston writhed around and tried to get loose until he was stuck with something again.

In the blink of an eye, he dropped like the dead.

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