#sick!bts

[sickybubbies]

Hi??

Just wanna say that I'm alive! I miss everyone very much.

Had no idea when my life started to get so demanding— full time job in the legal industry and juggling study on weekends. Total brain fry.

Not gonna act like I haven't been thinking of courtroom sagas and the boys vomiting in black suits and tuxes everyday (especially hyung line) cause ABSOLUTELY have.

Gosh so much I wanna say but can't think, I will be dropping content very soon with zero confidence in my writing skills but LMAOO. See you soon lovelies lysm

- J <3

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘a dead leaf of a sick branch of a rotting tree’.

[text id: i am running out of metaphors / to hide this sickness in]

[lacebird]

STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) AHSOKA: 'PATH OF THE APPRENTICE' FEATURETTE (2024)

[jkvjimin]

[24/?] random gifs of maknae line

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

BTS 'ON' Kinetic Manifesto Film Shoot Sketch

[yooboobies]

Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes? | for @jung-koook ♡

{cr. 0613data, ouranxingg}

[sugar-petals]

bring back k-pop music videos with oddball physical sets that are actually real or even just remotely built — and no, we left `dudes trapped inside of a cheese grater tunnel´ behind! — instead of hyper HD cameras doing 360s every two seconds in front of floating metallic green screen AI slop stickers. this ain’t social media @ directors, a k-pop video is supposed to tell a zany plot on a random alien planet where idols wear extensions and invent new words!!

[edsbacktattoo]

can you believe stede fucking bonnet went from “do you want to live?” “that’s a tough question” to “let’s live if possible. i mean i just got back together with my boyfriend :D”

can you. eve n. beliegve that??,, wows. stede bonnet wants to live because he just got back together with his boyfriend d.

[itacats]

Through Sickness & Solace (mini-series)

FT: Simon Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: being sick (fever), being dumb while sick and making it worse, passing out, scaring the metaphorical shit out of Simon, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: Since it’s flu season, I thought some of you might appreciate a little something to keep you company during your battle with the sniffles (and hopefully nothing worse!). Whether you’re curled up with a blanket, hot tea in hand, or just trying to power through, I hope this brings a smile to your face and a welcome distraction from the discomfort. Stay cozy, take care of yourselves, and get well soon!

SUM: A fever has left you vulnerable, and Simon’s worry is tangible as he battles his own fears while caring for you. When you collapse in the shower, he’s instantly at your side, his strength and tenderness becoming a lifeline.

Soap MacTavish John Price Gaz Garrick

Hot Showers

The room was a soft blur, dim light spilling through the curtains as shadows danced across the bed. Fever had its grip on you, pressing down like a heavy blanket, clouding your senses and blurring the edges of reality. Simon had always been a constant, a steady presence in your life, but his past loomed over him, casting a shadow that seemed to creep in at moments like these. You knew of his struggles—the pain, the trauma, the memories that haunted him. And in quiet moments, you saw the worry flicker across his face when he thought you weren't looking.

You wished you could reach across that gap, bridge the distance to ease the burdens his past had placed on him. But tonight, lost in the fever’s haze, you were the one who needed strength. The chill in your bones clawed deeper, wrapping around your spine as the fever rose, each pulse of heat making you shiver. Simon had been by your side all day, checking your temperature, trying to mask his worry, but you could see it in his eyes each time the numbers climbed. He was a soldier in a battle against the sickness that gripped you.

The warmth of a shower called to you, promising relief, a balm for your aching body. You’d promised Simon to take it easy, not to push yourself, but as the hot water poured over you, easing the chill, you felt a moment of reprieve. Your mind drifted, lulled by the comfort, until suddenly, the walls seemed to close in, and the steam grew too thick, too stifling. Dizziness crept in, and the grip on reality slipped away. You staggered out of the shower, clutching at the door frame, the room spinning around you. Weakly, you tried to call out to Simon, but your voice barely whispered his name before the darkness began to pull you under.

Downstairs, Simon’s thoughts had drifted, but the sound of your fall shattered his focus. His instincts took over, and he raced up the stairs, fear gripping his heart like a vice. When he found you, half-conscious and feverish, the worry that he’d tried to keep at bay flooded back in. Gently, he lifted you, his voice breaking through the fog as he urged you to stay with him, desperation clear in every word.

Each movement felt heavy, each breath a struggle, but you were vaguely aware of his touch, guiding you back to safety. Simon’s hands trembled slightly as he tried to lift you, but you were limp, your head rolling back against his shoulder.  Despite the fear that threatened to boil over, he moved with a precision born of years spent in the line of fire, but there was a softness too—a fear of losing something he couldn’t bear to face. Without hesitation, he filled the still warm bathtub with cold water, the shock of the chill cutting through the air, and carefully lowered you in, his hands steadying you, offering reassurance even as he fought back the fear in his throat.

The icy water jolted through your system, muscles tensing as it pulled at the fever, a strange kind of clarity beginning to pierce the fog in your mind. You became aware of Simon’s touch, his hands warm and sure, his presence grounding you in reality. Through the haze, his voice reached you, low and urgent, telling you to hang on, to stay with him. His words were an anchor, pulling you back, tethering you to the world outside the fever.

As the fever began to break, you took in the room, feeling a chill not just from the water, but from the vulnerability hanging in the air. Here was a man who had faced battles of his own, who had endured hardships that had left him scarred, yet he was here, pushing through his own pain to make sure you were okay. You realized, in that moment, just how deeply he cared. The weight of his worry, his love, settled over you like armor.

The night stretched on, and he stayed by your side, offering you sips of water, feeding you bits of crackers, each small gesture a testament to his steadfastness. His eyes never left you, a silent vow that he’d be here, no matter how difficult it became. Even in your weakened state, you’d never felt safer than you did in those hours, each touch, each quiet word building a bridge between you that hadn’t been there before.

As dawn’s light crept over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window, you looked over at him, a soft smile breaking through the lingering haze of the fever. "Thank you, Simon. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Your words held a weight, a gratitude deeper than you could express.

A small, relieved smile spread across his face, his voice breaking with a chuckle as he replied, “Just promise me—no more hot showers, alright?”

Laughter bubbled up between you, breaking the tension, and for a moment, everything felt light. In that shared laugh, that quiet moment in the first light of morning, you understood that whatever challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together, one heartbeat at a time, each of you a shelter for the other.

Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

[jimpagne]

sometimes as a writer I think “I wish the fic would write itself”, and then I remember that some people legitimately use generative AI to write shit for them. So no, I will think that now to be a terrible thought. I will write. And I’ll do it with tears idgaf 😭

[joongdunking]

JOONG GETTING BABIED BY DUNK!!! 🥹🥹💛💛 That's Dunk baby right there! 🥹🤏

[jjksdoll]

ANCHOR | jjk

in which. you’re pregnant and battling relentless sickness through the night, but your husband won’t leave your side.

pairing. husband!jk x female!reader

aus. non idol au, established relationship au

words. 882

warnings. gagging, retching, sickness

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it’s been seven months.

seven full months, and god, despite the deep, almost primal longing you’ve always had to be a mother, you’re starting to question your life choices.

this is hell.

you don’t remember the last time you slept more than six hours. or the last time you comfortably laid on your stomach. ate something without feeling sick. walked without having to pause and catch your breath.

pregnancy isn’t for the weak.

and tonight is just another brutal reminder of that.

it’s 2am, and you’re on your knees, hunched over the toilet, clinging to its edge for dear life for the third time tonight.

you hate this version of yourself. the weak, exhausted, helpless version. the one who can’t stop what’s happening. can’t control it. can’t fight it.

all you can do is cope.

but at least you don’t have to cope alone.

your face burns with heat as your stomach turns violently again, forcing out another wave of nausea. you retch, liquid and bile pouring into the toilet, eyes stinging with tears from the sheer force of it.

you groan, breathless between the gags.

you’re so, so tired.

then, a knock at the bathroom door.

again.

“baby? you okay?”

and just like that, again, his voice is the only thing grounding you.

you thank god for giving you a man like him.

the door creaks open after barely two seconds of silence. jungkook finds you there, exactly like before - collapsed on your knees, your face inches from the toilet seat, shoulders trembling, breath ragged.

he doesn’t hesitate.

within seconds, he’s beside you, sweeping your tangled hair into one hand, the other gently rubbing circles on your back.

you exhale in shaky relief, until the next wave hits. and you throw up again.

a small part of you hates that he’s seeing you like this. so broken. so unwell. so far from the version of yourself you want him to see.

but then you remember everything.

how he’s never left your side, not once. not during the glowing moments. not during the ugliest ones. he’s never doubted you. never judged you. he’s never let you feel alone.

and god, you’re so lucky.

so, so lucky.

your throat feels like it’s on fire. the pressure, the acid - it burns, making your eyes water all over again.

“shhh, it’s okay, mama. it’s okay.”

his voice is quiet. steady. soft in a way that almost makes you cry.

he keeps rubbing your back, slow and gentle, up and down, kneeling beside you, almost behind you, whispering comforting words by your ear.

finally, the gagging slows.

you can breathe again.

you let out a shaky sigh and close your eyes, leaning your cheek against the cold surface of the toilet lid.

jungkook strokes your hair. tells you that you’re okay. that you’re amazing. that you’ll get through this.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re okay.”

he brings his hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb softly across your flushed skin. you open your eyes slowly, brows furrowed in fatigue.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, sinking into the warmth of his touch. you hate that he keeps waking up every time you get sick. hate that he has to see you like this. even though it’s out of your control.

but it’s jungkook you’re talking about.

“nonsense,” he murmurs, thumb still stroking your cheek. “if i could take your pain and carry it myself, i would. every last bit of it. it kills me not being able to make it stop.”

and somehow, just like that, the pain dulls.

because oh, how you love that man.

“let’s get you back to bed, hm?” he says softly, noticing how your body’s starting to sway with exhaustion.

you hum quietly in agreement, feeling his strong arms secure around your waist as he lifts you gently. once you’re both standing, he brings you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding you slowly toward your shared bed.

he helps you sit down carefully, kneeling in front of you, cupping both sides of your face with his big palms. “stay right here, yeah? i’ll get you some water.”

you nod wordlessly.

as he moves, your tired eyes follow him, catching a glimpse of his face in the soft lamplight. the dark circles. the swelling beneath his eyes.

it makes your heart break a little.

you barely manage a breath before he’s already back, holding a cup of water and a pill. he places the glass on the nightstand, gently takes your hand, and gives you the pill, lowering himself to eye level again.

his gaze doesn’t leave you. not for a second.

you swallow the pill. take a sip. exhale.

“you okay?” he asks, his tired, loving eyes locked with yours.

you nod again, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair. it’s soft. familiar.

he stops you only to bring your hand to his lips and kiss it.

and once more, you’re reminded just how blessed you are.

jungkook stays by your side that night, never leaving your warmth and curling up behind you. his arm remains wrapped securely around your body. fingers tangled gently in your hair. his breathing slow. steady.

a quiet promise that you’ll never have to go through this alone.

not even for a second.

[jimzittos]

⠀ ܢ ⠀⠀ ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬   ㅤㅤㅤㅤℐn my restless 𝒟reams

 ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤℐ see that townㅤㅤ` ㅤ 𓃨ㅤㅤㅤ ݁ᅠㅤㅤ᜴ 𑣿 ⠀ㅤ

 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ 𓐩 ׄ͏͏𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ㅤㅤㅤ𝒮ilent ㅤhillㅤㅤㅤ༄ㅤ

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

BTS Memories of 2020 On Kinetic Making Film cr. 0613data

And here they are without any coloring because the second one is still too pink but I need y'all to know why I can't fiddle with these anymore 😭😭😭

[biconbuckley]

i want to [remembers i shouldn't be making jokes about suicide] watch eddie and buck say goodbye in the rain

[loki-hargreeves]

Because of what's been happening in the notes of [this] post, it has been decided that Jake also deserves a Britney Spears anthem scene

Enjoy 💗

@angel-of-the-moons & @my-secret-shame this is on you