#tw asthma

[popcornpoppypop]

Asthma Attack

Summary: Request: Jack's teenage daughter has an asthma attack.

Jack was sound asleep at night. A miracle. It was a rare night off, and he was happy to sleep like a normal person for once. Normally, he’d need to take a sleep aid to get to pass out at regular hours, but he’d been working overtime and was exhausted. He was sleeping so well that a bit of drool dribbled out of his mouth and soaked the pillow. It was bliss.

But this was the Abbot house. He didn’t get to sleep peacefully.

The banging on the door made him groan. For a second, he thought about ignoring it. But the banging intensified.

“You can open the door, Olivia,” Jack grumbled as he sat up, turning the lamp on his side table on. That’s when he heard the wheezing.

He grabbed his crutches and rushed over. He opened the door to find his daughter hunched over, clutching her chest and gasping for air.

“Where’s your inhaler?” He asked as he brought her over to the bed to sit down.

“In…my…backpack!” Her voice was garbled and strained.

“Okay, sit upright. Nice and tall. Good girl.” Jack forced her to sit up. “I’ll be right back.”

Jack rushed to the front door, where Olivia’s backpack sat in a crumbled mess. He dug through it until he finally found the inhaler. His crutches pounded against the floor as he sped back to the bedroom.

“Here, Baby.” He put the inhaler to her lips. Olivia grabbed it and puffed the medication into her system. “Big deep breath. Hold it, good.”

“Hurts…” She wheezed.

“I know. Your lungs were straining hard.” Jack rubbed her back, watching her ribs flare out.

“Breathe with your belly. Take another puff.” He instructed. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get the shower going.”

Jack went to the En Suite and turned the shower to the hottest setting, filling the room with steam. He let the steam roll through the room before going back to Olivia. This was their routine. She’d had asthma since she was eight.

That first asthma attack almost killed him. All his years in the ER and combat and watching his baby gasp for air brought him to his knees. He forgot all of his training. Thank God his wife kept her head on straight. Robby still uses that story to teach his students about why you never treat family.

“Alright, come on. Sit on the toilet.” He perched her on the closed toilet. He watched her for a moment, noting that the blue around her lips was starting to dissipate.

He went and threw on one of his prosthetics and went to the kitchen. He turned the kettle on, grabbed a mug, and a black tea bag.  He was always impatient for the kettle to boil. It seemed to take longer on nights like these. He never waited for it to whistle. He just let it get hot enough to steep the tea.

Once he was happy with the color of the tea, he brought it back to the bathroom. Olivia was sitting on the toilet, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

“Drink the tea, Honey.” He put the mug in her hands. She sipped it.

“I feel better.” She sighed.

“Good. Where’s your pulse ox monitor?” Jack brushed the hair from her face.

“Next to my bed.” She said.

Jack marched into her room, grabbed the device, and marched back. He clipped it to her finger and waited for a reading.

“96 isn’t bad. Not great, but not bad.” He hummed, leaning on the edge of the sink.

“Sorry, I woke you up.” Olivia always felt guilty when she had to disrupt Jack’s sleep.

“Nothing to be sorry for. You couldn’t breathe, Liv. You wake me up for that.” Jack rubbed her back. The soft, soothing circles made Olivia want to fall asleep.

“My chest doesn’t hurt anymore. Can I go to bed?”

“Let me see,” Jack looked at the pulse ox again. “98, I’ll take it. You can go to bed.” He nodded, taking the mug from her. He dumped the tea in the sink and left the mug on the counter to be tomorrow’s problem.

“Can I sleep with you?” She looked up at him with wide eyes.

Olivia had to be a strong person. Loss forces a person to be. But when she was sick, Jack was reminded that she was just his little girl. She still got scared.

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled. “Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and they went back to the bed.

Jack popped his leg off and got comfortable. Olivia wiggled under the covers and crawled over to wrap herself around Jack. He held her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Love you.” She mumbled into his chest.

“Love you, too.”

[kassachilles]

⤷ FULL BIRTH NAME : Connor McQuary

✰ ─ CURRENT NAME(S) : Connor McQuary

✰ ─ NICKNAME(S) : Conman, Connie, Con, Connieboy

✰ ─ MBTI : ENFP

✰ ─ ETHNICITY : Scottish-German-American

✰ ─ BIRTHDATE : December 21, year unknown, 18 during the events of the movie

✰ ─ SEXUALITY : Demisexual, gay

✰ ─ BIRTH PLACE : Tennessee

✰ ─ HOMETOWN : Some town in Tennessee

✰ ─ GENDER : Male

✰ ─ EYE COLOR : Blue

✰ ─ HAIR COLOR : Blonde

✰ ─ PIERCINGS : Earlobes

✰ ─ TATTOOS : Small heart on left wrist

✰ ─ LANGUAGES : English, a little Spanish

✰ ─ SIGNIFICANT OTHER : N/A

⤷ PERSONALITY TRAITS ⵓ

Kind, brave, creative, intelligent, stubborn, impulsive, friendly

✓ LIKES ⵓ

Reading, writing, acting, singing, music, dancing, talking, swimming, etc.

✗ DISLIKES ⵓ

The government, the Walk, the Major, etc.

⤷ DATING HISTORY ⵓ

♤ past : N/A

♤ current : Single, has a crush on Art

☻ FAMILY CONSISTS OF ⵓ

Barkovitch (cousin), his parents, aunt, uncle, cats, grandparents, other cousins, dog, frog, etc.

Connor becomes close friends with Harkness. He is asthmatic. He dies from an asthma attack after his inhaler breaks. He dies between Barkovitch and Collie.

[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.

[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, Akutagawa 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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Thanks for reading!!

[bookishbrigitta]

Trick or treat!

Wait, I'm not following you? How is that possible? Now I'm following you.

Also boop (second or third probably lol)

Thanks for the ask, the follow, and -- most importantly -- the boop!

Here's an excerpt for our shared Asthmatic!Luke headcanon:

Luke was stunned by the cold air on Hoth at first, but not incapacitated. He breathed slowly in and out through his nose as he drank in their new base and assured himself he’d get used to the cold soon enough.

Later that day, he was helping haul boxes off the Falcon and into the hangar. After just the first load, his scarf was uncomfortably damp with condensation from breathing. There was something oddly difficult about moving things around in the cold. He dragged the scarf down past his chin before grabbing another box and jogging back down the ramp.

Then it hit him. 

It was as if someone had jammed something hard and solid into his windpipe, preventing air from getting in and making the muscle clench around it. He tried to call for help, but trying to get his throat or even his mind to cooperate. All he managed was a wheezing, pained squeak.

His chest felt tight, like all his muscles had frozen stiff into a band crushing his lungs. Each time he tried to take a breath, the air scraped its way down his throat and stopped, paralyzed, at the top of his chest.

Distantly, he heard the box fall to the ground.

[jubilee-station]

Jubilee has been at the hospital for around two days. It's not the first time she's been sent to the hospital because of her asthmatic attacks.

Most of the doctors and nurses knew who they were, not only because of their asthma attacks, but also because he had to bring someone else to the hospital some years ago, several times. Let's just say that dealing with hypothermia without medical check-ups can be extremely lethal.

One of the nurses ended up scolding Ju again for forgetting their inhaler, she has heard that talk a bunch of times, but she just always forgot about it. Once the scolding finished, she was finally allowed to go back to their appartment.

The pollution in the air was horrible, and they didn't give Ju a face mask, so she was pretty much covering both her mouth and nose with her hand, regulating her breathing. She should've taken a bus, but they decided to go walking, which was not a good option, but she didn't like public transport.

When he got to her appartment, they took a deep breath, and went to find their inhaler. They coughed a little, before placing the inhaler on both his mouth and nose, and began inhaling the broncholidator she used. The air pollution from the air was so bad it almost sent her into another asthmatic attack.

But they were fine now. Ju decided to just lie down on her bed and use her phone for a little, until they fell asleep, which was like some kind of miracle, since they never fell asleep that easily.

[shoot-of-corruption]

((venting below cut, tw illness))

I understand that it's difficult to man your shop when there is a complete wave of sicknesses all around. it's shit when suddenly 20 people are sick, i absolutely get it.

It still makes me mad, when I have to stay at home, when my whole vacation time was literally shit, when I cough my lungs out and barely get enough air. It feels like I am getting better extremely slowly, but I still get coughing fits, I am still asthmatic. Everything is SHIT.

And when I call in, knowing it's losing believability to my collegues fast that I am this sick and I tried everything and it's just not getting better.

And I get told by my collegue, not even my boss, while still coughing on the phone: "YOU ARE SICK EVEN LONGER, BECAUSE OF A COUGH??"

Like my blood is boiling. I am so mad and fucking miserable and I want to cry but I don't want to make everything even worse.

And then he has the fucking gall to tell me: "Yeah, what? I can't do anything about it." as if I was refusing to get better, as if I was FAKING this shit.

... I don't trust him to relay what I told him to my boss, so I sent her a message, as shit and impersonal as that is... and I didn't tell her what he said to me.

I still want to fucking cry.

[vampy-queer]

Karl Heisenberg x asthmatic reader 🫁🧣

Warnings: asthma stuff, smoking

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You made sure to be upfront about your asthma when meeting him, even before dating, considering the man’s penchant for smoking.

“What, do I smell or something, sweetheart?” Karl teased with a grin, cigar in hand, as he leaned back against the wall. You were stood away a few feet from him, shirt collar covering your nose and mouth. You shook your head quickly, worried that you had unintentionally insulted him. You soon clarified your situation to him.

*Insert joke about him taking your breath away.*

Even after a little while of dating and him knowing about your asthma, you still have to constantly remind him that you can't be near him while he puffs away.

Naturally, the hot-headed man grows slightly irritable about this at first as he’s not used to being told when and where he can smoke: something that he’s been doing for ages with no problems.

He looks past this once he reminds himself (and you reminding him, of course) that your condition is not something to take lightly. You're human, and your body is not as resilient as one infected by cadou.

“Sorry, darling, my bad,” Karl apologized as he put out his cigar on the elevator wall, the cylinder not being lit only moments before. You didn't even get the chance this time to scold him; he was getting the memo.

He knows that the heat of the factory can cause flare up’s, prompting him to install an air conditioning system after all these years, which ends up being beneficial to both of you.

On the other hand, you also have to deal with the harsh cold of Romanian winters as a possible trigger.

Karl will not hesitate to carry you if you're feeling out of breath, whether in the factory or out in harsh weather. Many times he’ll pick you up before a journey even barely starts, just wanting to hold you in his arms, sometimes to your annoyance.

On the rare occasion that you leave the factory by yourself in the cold weather, Karl always makes sure that you have your essentials.

This includes your inhaler, your phone in case of an emergency, and the scarf that Alcina gifted you to protect your lungs from the sharp and chilly air.

Occasionally, you'll get Karl to ask Donna to make herb blends to soothe your symptoms.

To prevent you from losing your inhaler (God forbid you lost it in his maze of a factory), Karl crafted you a leather carrier with forged metal studs and a clasp so it can be attached to your clothing.

If you do end up experiencing an asthma attack, Karl will be by your side the entire time and will drop everything he’s doing in order to help you.

“It’s gonna be okay, buttercup. Remember, slow, steady breaths, okay?” He reassured you as he knelt by your side. You were sitting on one of the chairs in your shared bedroom, Karl slowly rubbing your arm with his hand. His other hand held your inhaler, cap removed, prepared to give it to you when you motioned for it.

Overall, he tries to help as much as he can so that you can avoid any flare-ups or attacks.