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urhoneycombwitch · 11 months ago

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rommate thoughts

getting up early in the morning to go to the bathroom and the world slows down down down to a viscous quality when you pass your roommate's door... are they still asleep? or will you bear witness to early morning noises? and what story will tell you? the sharp clicking and clacking of hurried dressing and rushed getting ready? lazy yawns and rustling sheets as they turn around for ten more minutes? maybe soft singing to shoo some lingering nightmares away? or other... soft things?

you know? <3

foreword: oh, Somna. I needed this softness today. this one goes out to those who might need it, too <3

cw: mentions of prescription drugs and weed

wc: 1.2k

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When the last of the summer sun slips behind the edge of the city, you and Eddie open all the windows in the apartment.

Moving with practiced fluidity, you slide the little window above the sink into place, the larger one by the breakfast nook gets the same treatment; Eddie’s tall enough to reach the hand crank for the pane overlooking the shower, then ducks into both of your rooms to undo the last two latches.

You talk the whole time, exchanging laughter and comments even on opposite ends of the apartment. Cool night air floods the whole space, lush and floral from the hydrangea bush on the ground floor. This is the only ritual that makes sleeping in the summer months bearable.

Some nights, Eddie rolls up and you choose the record, legs slung over each other laps, talking over the hazy smoke and crooning speakers. Others, you get takeout and watch whatever’s good on TV, Eddie’s legs making the perfect lean-to for your back.

Some nights, you fall asleep on the couch- when this happens, come morning, there’s always a blanket tucked carefully around your form. Others, Eddie’s the first to drop- cheek smushed to your thigh, snoring lightly. You’re always gentle with him, rubbing his shoulder to get him up and in the comfort of his own bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders as you walk him down the hall.

Last night, both of you turned in early. Eddie’s got a bad case of allergies, and you were tired from work, so you took your respective medicine and leave, evening ritual shortened and performed apart with just the bedroom windows.

In the morning, the air of your room is still cool. Birds twitter with the rise of the sun. Soon, it will be time to close everything up, to keep the temperature down and the summer heat out. For now, you yawn, stretch, kick your way out of the comforter, and pad down the hall.

Eddie’s door is slightly ajar. His room is dark, but you can just make out the tangle of his curls on his pillow, sheets tucked under his chin covering the length of his body. You move on carpeted footsteps, approaching bedside with quiet intention.

Without his eyes on you, it’s easier to indulge, taking your time to drink in his sleeping face. You sink to your knees beside the head of the bed for a better look- in the muted morning light peeking through his blackout curtains, Eddie looks peaceful.

His normal is theatrics, raised brows, sweeping expressions that draw you in and ebb like tides. In dreamland, he looks years younger, smoothed brow and lips parted slightly, breathing steady and sure.

“Hey.” It’s barely a whisper. You pair it with a soft touch just under his bangs, skimming your fingertip across his forehead. “Eddie. Gonna wake up?”

He must have taken Benadryl last night- he’s usually first to wake, tapping on your door with breakfast options and being a hurricane of noise until you’re forced to join the party.

You have the simple joy of watching Eddie’s face as he returns to you, to the waking world- a twitch of his lip, a couple of long, slow blinks. Consciousness crawls to the surface, leaves him rosy-cheeked and frowning, chasing your hand with his temple like a puppy.

You lay your fingers flat to his skull, thumb at the indent of his nose, and Eddie sighs, content. His eyes flutter shut again when you speak again. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” The sheets shift as he lifts a heavy arm to stretch over his head, revealing a bare torso littered with ink. “Z’you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. ‘M gonna… get up ‘n make breakfast…” His words are clunky, slurred and stuck to each other, lids heavy with sleep still.

From the floor, you sink a bit lower, scratching softly at the back of his head, grinning with amusement. “I don’t think you’re allowed to operate a stove while under the influence.”

His frown deepens, but he won’t make it stick, not for any length of time around you. Faux-upset ebbs, recedes, floods into a tired smile that takes up half his face. “Uh-huh. Might burn my eyebrows off. Would you still love me?”

Pretending to give it some serious thought, your hand slides down, a familiar weight at the side of his neck. “Hmm. Maybe we should stick to cereal today.”

“Asshole,” Eddie replies, fond and trying to draw out the jokes, sliding his own hand to your wrist to keep it in place. “What the hell. Can’t a guy lose his brows in peace?”

“We’ve got Cheerios, Golden Crisp, Cocoa Puffs-” Your valiant attempt to keep on track is overturned when Eddie tugs at your wrist with a whine.

“Christ. My brain is soup, maybe you can eat that ‘nd it’ll tide you over until I can move.” More insistent now, Eddie pulls at your elbow, then your upper arm, your other hand snapping out to brace on his mattress before you tip. “Jus’... lay with me for a bit.”

Closer now, your breath fanning over his ear as he pulls and you give your last bit of resistance- “You’re wearing boxers, right?”

“Jesus. You really think I’d subject you to the Morning Wood Show?”

“Okay.” You don’t sound half as exasperated as you’d like, moving with the help of his gravity; you sidle close to the wall, lying on your side and over the covers, propping your head up with one arm. “This bed really wasn’t made for two people.”

“Sure it is.” Eddie reaches for you again, and you go easy, let him pull you to his chest. Under your ear, his heart thumps, whooshing like a seashell that’s captured the sounds of the ocean. “See? Now will you kindly shut up. I’ve got meds to sleep off.”

“Coffee would help.” It’s a baiting tease. You don’t actually want to get up- far too comfy with the curve of his bicep across the blades of your shoulders. With your nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, you can smell everything that his skin has kept overnight- faded cologne, bar soap, sweat and earthy sleep.

“Shhhhutthefuckup before I eat your brains.” He already sounds like a faded version of himself, rasp lowering into that pre-dream tone. For comedic effect, Eddie opens his jaw to press the outline of his teeth to the crown of your scalp.

It makes you tremble with giggles, burrowing further into his body to get away. He soothes a palm down your back, and you settle again.

Under your ear, his heart beats slower, then slower still, until you can feel the rumble of a snore build. Your lashes brush against his bare skin, lulled by the stillness of the room, the shared warmth of your bodies even through the layers of fabric.

When late morning arrives, you’ll make the coffee, and Eddie will do the dishes. For now, the air stays cool and ushers in the sort of slumber that only comes from sharing space with someone precious.

#roommate!Eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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ruggiesbiologicalfather · 7 months ago

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NRC Boys When They're Sick

it's illness season baybee! so here you go!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle - it's a rare occurrence for him to fall ill but on the off chance that it happens, my boy is ready. he has a strict regimen of remedies on hand including face masks in heartslabyul red which he wears religiously. sadly, he sees illness as a moral failing and spends his time wondering how this could've possibly happened. he did everything right! curse this common cold! he makes trey take expert notes in class and deliver his homework to him so he can complete it immediately. no rest for true scholars!

Ace - massive baby. constantly whining. lord help his roommate. he's not NEEDY per se; he doesn't ask anyone for anything, he's just constantly reminding the world that he doesn't feel good. pity him or he gets grumpy

Deuce - tries to fight through it and convince everyone that he's not sick. the boy could be literally swaying on his feet and congested past the point of coherency and still say, "honor students don't get sick." slip him a few benadryl in his tea and he'll recover

Trey - two words: comfort snacks. he's pretty brave about being sick but he takes time off from classes and extracurriculars to make himself (or scavenge) some snacks. also hydration is key! he's a hot water with lemon kinda guy. god forbid he has the stomach flu and can't eat. he gets MAD

Cater - he never stays sick for very long. his recovery time is pretty impressive. however, while he's down he gets BORED. he starts out just playing on his phone in bed but without actual interaction he gets a little stir crazy. expect to receive a million messages while you are in class, several thousand of which are nonsensical videos that he finds hilarious due to copious amounts of benadryl

Savanaclaw:

Leona - barricades himself in his room with an "enter at your own risk" sign on the door (courtesy of ruggie). he spends his entire time trying to sleep but he's usually coughing so bad he keeps waking himself up. he's even more irritable than usual. ruggie manages to sneak in every few hours to deliver meds and snacks before fleeing the scene. once the sickness has passed, no one is allowed to mention it. business as usual

Ruggie - seasonal allergies warrior (sorry son, you get that from me :/). every time the seasons change, he gets a terrible case of the Yuck. luckily, he can always feel it coming so he pops four zyrtec a day (instead of the recommended One) until he obliterates the allergens. the grind never stops. godspeed my boy

Jack - the grind never stops but at what cost? he's so tired... so so tired. he tries to power through like a champ though. he spends his time off either studying or doing lighter versions of his regular workouts. and if you try to tell him to take it easy, he'll hit you with: "actually it's fine to do moderate workouts if your symptoms are all above the neck." alright big dawg.

Octavinelle:

Azul - disappears. just straight up hides. people joke that it's because if the twins see any sign of physical weakness, they'll eat him. you laugh... but it might... nevermind. he doesn't want anyone to see him sick. but if you manage to get a glimpse, you'll see he looks absolutely AWFUL. like moments from death. just let him hole up in the dark for a while. after all, that's the octopus instinct

A Note About The Twins - they always fall one right after the other: jade goes down first, floyd goes down harder. and it's always in the most inconvenient way. jade will be down for a few days and just when you think he's over it, floyd goes down in the exact same way

jade - he's fucking MEAN. he drops the snide, tongue-in-cheek, gentleman act and is a nightmare to interact with. if azul tells him to do literally anything at all, instead of giving his usual mischievous compliance, he will straight up tell him, "i hope someone deep fries you." it's terrifying. while he's in the throes of illness, azul makes himself scarce. and you do too especially after last time when you found out that moray eels actually have two sets of teeth. yeah... never again

floyd - immediately turns into a ragdoll filled with concrete. he's always found face-down in the middle of his bedroom floor and cannot be convinced to move. if you want him to rest in bed, you best prepare a team to haul him up there because he will not do it on his own. and he always spikes a fever of over a hundred no matter what kind of illness it is. it's kind of scary and you think he's gonna die. but then he just pops back up like it's normal. no easing back into health. just boom, bang, back to work

Scarabia:

Kalim - Must! Be! Babied! because he's so well taken care of all of the time, he doesn't get sick with minor things. it's always a huge event. he gets whiny and clingy and doesn't want to be by himself. jamil, of course, is constantly hovering through his recovery. however, as he's being babied, he's really in remarkably high spirits. just get him some soup and play a game with him and he'll be fine

Jamil - you'd have no idea he was sick if it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes. as you know, he's very dedicated to his job so he doesn't take time off if he can help it. sometimes he can't help it, especially when it comes to stomach viruses. he is EXTREMELY emetophobic. he would rather lay completely still, barely breathing, than throw up. kalim tries to reciprocate the babying he enjoys but jamil is not receptive. just leave him alone

Pomfiore:

Vil - very self-sufficient. he insists that rest and hydration is the key and has a million little holistic remedies for any ailment. he is GLUED to his humidifier. he also takes this time to have a little self-care day. extra-long bath, face mask, mediation, the works. it's really quite peaceful. but NO ONE under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES is allowed to see him. the only person allowed in his room is rook (to deliver supplies) and even then the lights are off and vil is hiding. he declares loudly that he's HIDEOUS but you doubt that's true

Rook - never gets sick. like... to a suspicious degree. he could tongue-kiss patient zero and skip away merrily like nothing happened. there has been one time in your entire time knowing him that you've seen him almost sick and it was barely a sore throat. according to him, it's due to a combination of a naturally strong immune system and pomfiore's dedication to wellness. whatever it is, you can't help but wonder if he's lying

Epel - comatose due to horrific amounts of cough syrup. he doesn't have time for illness; it's harvest season and country boys make do

Ignihyde:

Idia - gets sick ALL THE TIME. styx was such a sterile environment that he never built immunity to common viruses. any time he needs to be out and about for whatever reason, there's a 50/50 shot he's going to come down with something. and you'd think he'd be a whiny baby about it but ortho always discovers him lying in his bed in a mostly dissociative state. because he never got sick as a kid in styx, he never learned to take care of himself so it's up to ortho to get him back on his feet

Ortho - with all due respect, this is a robot. you'll be involved in the next post buddy. hang in there

Diasomnia:

Sebek - his ears get clogged every. single. time. so imagine sebek's voice right... now imagine he can't hear. the entire dorm is aware when he's feeling stuffed up. of course, he insists on staying up malleus' ass as usual but he does so with kn95 masks, surgical gloves up to his elbows, and an honestly insane amount of hand sanitizer

Silver - i feel like it's obvious that his way of dealing with sickness is to just sleep it off. his body is already so prone to exhaustion that any fatigue just makes it ten times worse. but he doesn't like to fight through it alone. any time he gets sick, he makes his way into his father's bed and curls up there instead of in his own. lilia knows all the ways to make him feel better. he teases him a little, saying he's far too old to be coddled and soothed to sleep. but in reality, he doesn't mind. it's nice to have his little boy back for a while

Lilia - being sick doesn't really bother him much. it's a part of life and he's been around long enough to know how to deal with it. the biggest problem comes from his back. the physical exhaustion from illness means that the pain he feels is intensified. sometimes, he's bed-bound for a day or more. in those times, it's silver's turn to take care of him for a change. he likes to make little jokes about it, saying things like "ah yes, this is why you have children. good job taking care of your old man." he doesn't want anyone else to know what's going on and silver would never tell

Malleus - you always know malleus is ill by the wailing cry that emanates from sebek. he has failed his lord! how could he possibly forgive himself!? sebek tries to help but lilia has to shoo him away. in times like these, his reptile instincts kick in. he squeezes himself under his bed and barely moves at all. every few hours, lilia wiggles under there and asks if he needs to moisten him with a spray bottle to which malleus responds with spitting a few sparks directly in his face as a warning. he doesn't like to be bothered. he'll crawl out when he's ready

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jujutsukgojo · 21 days ago

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The Baby Project Chapter 13

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Midoriya izuku x reader

Summary: Only a few more weeks to go, if that. note: fluff, mention of death

You lie on your back with books and papers around you. So far, you’ve finished your homework and submitted the digital versions. All that’s left of that is to turn in the rest. You groan as you stretch on the floor. Right now, Noa is hanging out with his dad, who felt awful about Valentine’s Day and for missing Noa turning six. From what you know, they went shopping and then went to the training grounds. As long as they are safe and you get time to yourself, it’s fine.

The brat has reached a stage that is almost impossible to handle. He is incredibly moody and has been asking questions. You haven’t come up with a correct answer yet. Because of this, he’s asking for a sibling!

It’s crazy what he’s accomplishing. He’s like a real kid. Unfortunately, that comes with social behaviors. You don’t know which fucker it is, but one of these little bitches is teaching your kid stupid stuff. Not only that but there’s also something else at play. These little assholes dare to pick on your kid. They’re forming what looks like cliques. Normally, Noa is one of those kids that go as he pleases. He’s the big brother of the group it seems. However, that role is fading. When he first came to you, you couldn’t believe he had a black eye. He hasn’t confirmed anything, though.

You clench your fist and take a deep breath. If you keep thinking about that, you’re liable to barge into every single room and fight somebody.

Then again, he’s also becoming embarrassed. If you intervene, will that backfire on him? Going up to the bully isn’t right since they’re kids. For all you know, it’s one of the ones who are still quite young. The youngest of the group is still two years old while Noa is triple that. Should you trust Noa to handle it or go to their parents, whoever they are?

Hopefully, Noa tells his dad since he’s tightlipped with you. Who knew six-year-olds could be this way? He must’ve gotten this from his father. Izuku never told Inko about his pain to spare her feelings, if you remember right. He decided to suffer in silence, as always. Even now, he won’t talk if something’s bothering him. But let it be you? Absolutely not.

You get up and pick up your things. It’s a blessing that Izuku and you have managed to be a good team. Although he's busy most of the time, when he’s here he goes full throttle with his daddy duties. They’re practically attached to the hip. You take whatever you can get as far as space. Without distractions, you can tackle homework with ease, not to mention the damn report. Thankfully, you don’t have to have Kaibara with you but damn! Thinking of him makes you want to drop-kick his chest. What would happen if he was involved in the boy’s life?

You remember how you tried and tried to get him involved. It was impossible to get him to take responsibility. You had a child together, as weird as that sounds. Then, he asked to be involved after all the hell. After the tough stuff where Noa couldn’t speak and tell you what was wrong or when he’d wander off; the sleepless nights and tough mornings; allergies and colds and tantrums; those are just the tip. Especially when he’s still going through some of these things. Imagine if Sen Kaibara looked after him. The same guy who gave the baby to Ken, whom he did not know and was in a dark alley. Kenji Hara, an ex-villain who had a pension for eating his victim’s bones (because of the nature of his quirk’s side effect), was in a dark alley. Granted, he’s the sweetest man you’ll ever meet and a damn good dad now that he’s out of prison, Kaibara didn’t know that. Then again, Kaibara investigated who Ken was and handed Noa to him anyway, without knowing how Ken is as a person now!

Shaking your head, you finish cleaning up the area. Sara, who is battling allergies and has Benadryl on her at all times, walks with Akane. You notice that she doesn’t have Etsuko with her. You’ve come to really like that girl. She’s looking like a mix of her parents but mainly Shouto, surprisingly. From what you’ve heard, she’s a daddy’s girl. The same goes for Mira who just happens to still call Kacchan ‘bitch’.

“You feeling better?” You ask.

“Barely. I hate this season. I hate pollen.” Sara wipes her buttoned nose. Her doe eyes are red and glossy from her allergies. She has a weak constitution, she admits.

You smile at her. She says, “We were just talking about the project.”

Akane takes a deep breath. “I’m getting tired. Sero isn’t helping at all. Well, he did somewhat for a while then it suddenly stopped. He texts and facetimes but everything else just went out the window.” She has bags under her eyes, “As much as I love my son, I can’t do this,” she whispers, “Maybe it’d be better if I knew his dad wasn’t there, y’know? Like, the possibility of a break was impossible.” Akane pats her son’s back as she holds him.

“I felt that way, too.” You stare at her weakened and tired state. Akane has gone through this for a while, probably longer than you did. Sero was more involved in the beginning than Kaibara was but at least you now have support. Akane doesn’t.

“Why not just hand pumpkin-butt over like we did last time. Just go up to Sero and hand him over.” You shrug. That probably happened a few months ago, if you remember right. Eraser nearly had a stroke. There are finals to study for and all-nighters to pull. Sero is going to have to help.

“ Pumpkin butt …” she says lowly.

Sara shakes her head. “That may not be the best thing. They have some pretty intense tests.” Etsuko went with her dad, but Sara never voiced how she felt about it.

“They give them to Mei or put them in a room. I’m sure it’s fine. Besides, it doesn’t have to be during class hours. You can do it afterward.”

Her son groans and rubs his face on her shoulder. He hiccups and sniffles. Akane sighs. “If you’ll excuse me,”

You and Sara share a glance. “Is it Grease Lightnin’?” you tease.

His blond head pops up and looks around. His face is identical to his mother’s. “Damn it, (Y/n)! You are not funny!” Akane takes off.

“Mom!” You turn around to see Etsuko come darting towards her mom. You smile at the little girl who is, if you guess correctly, five years old and soon to grow six. They’ve been doing great compared to how they used to. Once they synced, Etsuko’s been on a roll.

The little girl sees you and makes her way slowly as if she’s hunting you. “Mm…” One day you will not have that damn name.

“Hm?”

She growls and squeezes your legs. You give a fake shriek then laugh. You pick her up and give her a kiss on her cheek. “I was scared for a second, little one! What’ve you been up to?”

She opens her mouth to speak. Etsuko talks fifteen miles a minute. It was a terrible question to ask. Months ago, she used to be so shy and reserved, much like her father and mother, if you’re right about Sara. Geez Louise, she grew out of that quick.

“And then-!”

“Okay, okay, c’mere.” Shouto takes her from you.

“But my favorite color!” Etsuko whines.

“You already told us, remember?”

“No! My other one.”

Shouto smiles at her fondly. “You told us that too, thank you by the way.”

Etsuko groans. “No! My one on Tuesdays!”

You laugh at her insistence. Shouto caves and asks her what her favorite color is on Tuesdays. “I don’t remember now.”

“When you remember, you can tell us. We came here for something else, didn’t we?” Etsuko giggles and goes behind him. She comes up with a pretty bouquet of lilies, five flowers to count, with a Hello Kitty ribbon wrapped around them. Etsuko’s eyes sparkle at her mother’s appreciation. The last time Noa did anything like that for you, he picked some grass and insisted on it being put in a watered cup. He said that they’d turn into budding flowers soon.

Shouto’s eyes find yours. From behind him, he pulls out another gift, this time for you. It’s another flower, a lily. You look at him confused. “What’s this for?”

“It’s White Day.”

Your face is warm. You accept the flower and smell it. You take your eyes off of the flower and away from Shouto lest your internal squeals come out. Etsuko is getting kisses from her joyful mom.

“Thank you, Shouto.” you poke his foot with yours. “I…I don’t blame you entirely. You are on thin ice, though.”

“Luckily, I’m an expert.” He smiles warmly and subtly plays with the zipper of his hero costume. “I would’ve gotten you guys chocolate.”

Sara picks Etsuko up. “You don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t mind some, but yeah.” Sara shoots you a look. You shrug and smell your flower again.

“Um, well, when we went to go get them, we ran into Noa and Midoriya. Noa said I should make them homemade,” you peer up from your flower, glaring at nothing. Sara holds in her laugh, “then went back and said it’d be too much for you.”

Sara howls and cackles. You haven’t moved or looked anywhere else. Shouto rubs his head. “His words, not mine.”

You groan and stomp your way to the kitchen and away from the laughter. The room is empty and somewhat clean. There are a few dishes in the sink and a stain on the counter, no doubt from a classmate’s child’s attempt to pour juice.

You go get a cup for your flower. “Sugar and vinegar?” you whisper to yourself as you look at the screen to figure out about floral life.

“Whatcha got there?”

You shriek and turn around. Hitoshi stands there with a devious look on his face, twirling a single white rose in his hand. He’s in his hero suit and lowers his mask. “Well, well, well. Someone’s made you feel more important than you are, huh?”

“Pardon?”

He sucks air through his teeth. “I don’t know if you deserve all of these flowers.”

You lean against the counter and cross your arms. “And why not?”

“For one, you’re way too bratty. Two, because I wanted to be the one to make such a useless endeavor.” Hitoshi comes to you and holds it out. It’s bright white and hasn’t been trimmed. His hands have gloves that only allow the thumb and forefinger to be bare. Still, he barely misses the thorns that poke through the stem. You grab the flower, nearly poking your fingers.

“Could’ve least dethorned it or something,” you murmur.

“Is the princess brat complaining? After all the trouble I went through?”

“From what? You robbed somebody’s grave, didn’t you? I told you to stop that.” You smell the flower.

“You told me no such thing, liar.”

You roll your eyes and look around him. “Where’s my main man?”

He raises a brow. “Then what am I?”

“Chopped liver. Now where’s my boy?”

“Kenji’s hanging out with Kaminari’s kid. Guess he’s finally gonna take his shot with her.” Hitoshi shrugs. You can’t remember how many times Kaminari has seen Haru let alone raise her. Does he even know what to do? Even though Haru or Kenji aren’t your kids, they’re still babies you’ve watched grow up and one you even named.

“How old’s my boy anyway?”

“Four.”

“Wow! His quirk come in yet?” you cut the stem and put it in the vase as well. “At four, they usually pop up.”

“Yeah. It’s mine but not as intense. He makes strong suggestions and he uses that.” Hitoshi opens the fridge and snatches a fruit. “Last night, he suggested I give him a cookie.”

You chuckle. “He’s a cutie.”

“He’s a menace.” His phone rings. He begrudgingly answers it with a mouthful of apple. “Mm, coming.”

He hangs up and begins to walk away. “If you’ll excuse me, princess.”

“That’s Benio’s apple!”

“Put it on my tab.”

“He doesn’t even know you!”

“Put it on yours then.” You scoff.

“Wait, where are you going anyway?”

Hitoshi swallows his bite. “Training. Kaminari’s given the kids to his partner or whatever.”

You roll your eyes. “Go get him and take care of him yourself.”

“I’ll pay the partner, I swear. But we can’t miss this. We need all the help we can get.” He takes another bite.

You tilt your head. “What’d you mean?”

“What I mean is that tomorrow is our final exam. It is a real battle. No handicaps, no breaks, nothing. So, I’m giving Ken to Mei before it starts. We’ve got to prepare, y’know.” He tosses the core into the trash and smirks when he makes it. “We’re studious. If you know anything about that…”

You balk at him. “Excuse you, boy! We are just as studious and our exam is just as important, brat. ”

He sucks on his teeth and then puts his hands up. “I remember. I know. I’m just teasing, little girl.”

“Mhm,” you glare. “Shoo!” you motion your hands for him to go.

“Oof. Don’t make that face. You look like Ken when you do that.” He takes a bow and leaves. Even though he said he was teasing, something deep inside says that there are some of his true opinions in his words. Hitoshi laced his subtle belief in his ‘teasing’.

You look at his rose and want to snipe the flower but refrain.

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“Happy White Day!”

You gasp and drop a dish in the sink. That is the second time today! The last time it happened was Hitoshi hours ago. You turn around and see your two boys standing there with big smiles. One is bouncing in excitement with colorful marks on his left hand and the other has a small blush on his face.

“Whatcha got there?” You point. Noa squeals and looks at his dad. You can’t help but get a little anxious. Not from fear, but from the excitement as well.

“Can I ?” Noa repeats the question several times. Izuku nods, letting Noa run to you and give you a big card. It’s thick and has tape in a few places. You dry your hands and sit on the floor. “Alright, lemme see.”

You open the card and are met with pop-ups. The first page is a big crinkled heart. You laugh. “This is amazing!”

“Keep going!”

“Okay, okay,” you begin to read his shaky handwriting, “thank you Mm,” you glare at the boy, “for everything.” You flip the page and see three people. It’s fragile and mainly attached by tape.

“Mm, I’m happy.” You try not to cry. “This is us holding hands.” you chuckle and flip the page again.

“Thank you for the Valentimes candy even though they were fake. Oh my God, Noa.” you laugh. You flip the page and out comes a big heart. “You are the biggest heart ever.”

You blink rapidly and continue to the next page. “You are so nice to me and my friends. You give me kisses and hugs and thank you.”

You flip to the last thick page. On it is a flower made from pipe cleaners. “I love you!"

You begin to let the tears fall. On the page is Noa’s handwriting continuing the words. The handwriting slowly turns into a different writing. Slightly sloppy but sturdy. “I love you; I love you, I love you,” they continue for the rest of the pages.

You bite your lip when the card is done with the last words being ‘I love you’. You hug Noa and look at Izuku. His eyes are shiny from tears. You reach to bring him to you so you can hold them both.

What a silly thing to cry over. Your son telling you he loves you and a guy who you are too shy to tell. He kisses your shoulder. He hums and backs up. “Whose are those?”

You look back at the cup. “Are those your friends?”

“No, they’re mine.” He tenses up.

Izuku gives you a closed eye smile. “You should get rid of them.”

“What?”

“I’m serious. You should get rid of them,” his eyes open. “They don’t last, anyway.”

His sweet smile is fake without malice. “Izuku, these are my flowers…”

“Aw, I know honey,” he traces your jaw with his calloused finger, “but you don’t need them.”

You suck in your lips in an attempt to conceal your smile. “Are you jealous? ” Izuku tilts his head.

“Why would I be jealous of disposed flowers?”

“Izuku…” you look back at them, “these are my first flowers. I don’t want to get rid of them.” You know they won’t last but they mean something to you while they do.

He relaxes. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He cups your cheek. It was very flattering, truly, but these mean something.

“Noa and I will make more flowers, so you don’t have to worry when those ones��wilt."

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“So, I have everything on hold. I’m just waiting for your word. Would you like dinner and a movie, just dinner, some dessert, a game-I have everything ready. I-uh-been planning this for some time.”

You smile and shake your head. “We just had dinner.” Tonight, Izuku and Noa tag-teamed and made you your favorite. Noa insisted on doing so since it is his special gift to you. Going to dinner after already having dinner is superfluous. And it’s too late to go to the movies because one: no babysitter. Two: Noa’s bedtime is coming up. Three: there may not be any movies available. And you’ve already played games, including Twister.

He and Noa took a while to get their stuff together which is fine. It’s a special day that was just for you. They made it a homey holiday that centered around you and your wants.

“Other than a massage,” you don’t know how you feel about that. “I’d like to sleep with you again.”

“What?”

“We haven’t in a while, Izuku. I want to sleep with you again. I want to dream with you.” The medicine you take suppresses your quirk so it doesn’t come out. However, if it has an outlet, you’ll be fine. The problem is that not everyone wants you to be inside their head; especially when there is the possibility of you releasing it. If it were a nightmare, it would be hell to deal with. Yet Izuku trusted you.

“Will you let me in?”

“You’ll never have to ask me for a thing.”

With Noa asleep and the two of you are cleaned and ready for bed, he lays his head on your chest for the night. Through your bedroom window, the moonlight comes in with a view of the sparkling stars above. He listens to your heartbeat intently and you trace your hand on his back. You wonder what it’d be like to do this forever, even after Noa is gone. You look to where Noa is, in his new All Might bed since he outgrew the other. His toy bin is now neatly filled and closed with only a few plushies and books on top of it, including The Greatest Love Story and your gifted cookbook.

This will end in a few weeks. Noa will be gone and most likely, no, definitely, Izuku, too. You’ll miss this and what it’s brought. Not just for your quirk to find a release so you don’t have to take your medicine, but for the comfort and joy you have with these two. No, no, Izuku won’t leave after Noa.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku asks. You take a deep breath and pet his head.

“...Did Noa tell you what’s been happening with him?” you hesitantly ask. It’s been bothering you, surely the feeling’s mutual. Izuku sighs and nods.

“I took care of it.”

“Ah? Who was it?”

“Mm, no. We made a deal that you would not be included in that situation.”

You gasp. “Pardon?”

“You’re pardoned.”

Your fingers grasp his curls tightly. He groans but shows no sign of pain. “That’s not funny. I deserve to know.” He chuckles.

“We decided that it was best to not tell you. It’s been handled and won’t happen again.”

You pull his hair one more time. “It’s White Day.”

He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Happy White Day.”

“No! Izuku, that’s not fair.”

“Sweets, please.” You groan and close your eyes. You release your hold on his hair, too. In time, you’ll figure it out. It sucks that you don’t know now and that the boys aren’t willing to tell you straight out.

“Are you mad?”

You pet his head again and answer, “I’ll be alright. I’m just waiting for us to sleep.”

“I’m trying, darling.”

“I am, too.” You know you're going to wake up in a few hours since Noa has this thing of waking up in the middle of the night to stare at you. Sometimes it's because he has to go to the bathroom, wants water, or wants to get into bed with you. Every time it happens it's a jump scare.

Soon after he says, “You have a beautiful heartbeat.” You feel so warm inside. You hug him.

You yawn and settle in. Izuku, without you knowing, fell asleep already. You join him, engulfed in the scent of lavender. Its flowers rise and touch your hands as you walk in the dark. A door’s creak sounds behind you as you follow the noise of a soothing beat. Once again, there is a shape that changes by the second. The surface is soft and warm. Without laying your dream, you go into his one hand at a time. A bright light flashes before your eyes. Your stretched-out hand grabs a handle.

You look down at yourself and see an outfit that isn’t too far off from your current style. The sun is shiny but it’s not hot out. You’re in front of a house. It’s not flashy or too modern. It’s two stories and looks well taken care of. The door handle in your hand slides the door. You are met with a short hallway with white walls and small drawings on them. Shoes and slippers on one side with a coat rack on the other. Letting the dream take its course, you follow its lead.

You walk into the house and see a cute setup. Nothing’s messy but it does look lived in. It isn’t something out of a magazine but seems normal. One bookcase is filled with books and another has a few but is mainly filled with notebooks and a few hero nicknacks. The only person to have anything like this stuff is Izuku.

“Babe?” You walk to the source and see Izuku with an apron on. “I can’t get these right.” he frowns. “Can you take the baby? Maybe with two hands…” He looks different. His scar is still there but his hair is trimmed and he’s a little bigger.

On his hip is a baby with a pamper and a boh-boh in their mouth. There are curls all over their head. The baby looks a little like Noa, just a smidge different and just as plump. You don’t know how, but you know this one’s real.

“Sure. Oh hey,” dream you say, “the daffodils are turning into roses! I thought they only did that in winter?”

If you were awake, you’d cackle.

You take the happy plump loaf from him. You’re met with a cheesy grin and a small hand on your face. Your words and actions are from Izuku. The space and dream are his, so you are just going with the flow. There is writing on a few walls and notches on a corner. On that wall, you see your names as the highest notches and a few smaller ones with blurry names.

“We have to go and dance now.” You see the scene change and disappear into a different thing. You are dressed in a gown you can’t quite see. Some of the faces are kind of blurry as well.

Izuku takes your hand and dances. Your movements are airy and swift. The only thing you can see is each other’s face.

He's a terrible dancer.

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Noa and a few other kids lay on blankets on the ground. They played hard today.

You lay on the couch with your head hanging over the arm of it. Benio finished showing Riko his picture albums of Kobeni. She looked so cute in her new dress. She was having a tea party with Benio. Momo or whatever her name is, being a rich girl, got Kobeni an expensive set. It was a beautiful set! However, the girl is a kid. And children break stuff. Of course, Benio had to capture her crying face which she apparently got from her mother.

You listen to the conversations around you. They range from diapers to the Golden Class of U.A. AKA the third-year hero course. When they graduate, the school will mourn and probably throw a humongous celebration in their honor. Knowing the so-called heroes, they will give them all or at least the majority of the credit for the kids. You want to scream about that possibility. Not just about the credit, but all of it. How can they worship some bratty teenagers who happen to have muscles?

“Y’know, what I’m gonna miss about the kids?”

Benio hums. You answer, “I’m gonna regret the things I should’ve done with him. Like, take Noa to the beach or make some snowmen.”

“If I remember right, Deku did make snowmen with Noa.” He must’ve done so when you were working.

“Okay, the beach. I haven’t taught Noa how to swim. Would the teachers give us permission to use the pools?”

Ema shrugs. “I don’t know, hon. It’s probably too late. Besides, I’m pretty sure the only pool that’s allowed year-round is for the hero courses because of aquatic quirks. It’d be nice to use since it’s indoor, I think.”

You groan. “Maybe I can ask Izuku to sneak us in…”

“Count us, too! We went to the beach but Mira might like to try again.” Sakura adds. She finishes painting her nails and blows on them. “I need a good swim without Bakugou yelling.”

“What’d Kacchan do?”

Sakura’s eyes bug out. “You call him that? Like, you actually call him that?”

“Yes.”

“To his face?” She gasps.

“Why not?” You shrug. You smile at her confused face. There is a light feeling in your chest from having something she doesn't or makes her uncomfortable.

Sakura slumps in her seat and huffs. She quickly recovers. “Oh well.”

You roll your eyes. The door opens and in comes Akane. She takes off her shoes and groans. You notice that she doesn’t have her son with her. She plops on a bean bag chair. She begins to take her textbook out.

“I gave him to his dad, who of course has an attitude about it.” You think Akane may be rolling her eyes. It’s impossible to tell since they’re entirely black. “Figures.” she scoffs. “So I just put him down and walked away.”

What was her baby’s name again? You remember Sero being her partner and the baby taking a while to develop. By the time Noa was a year or so old, her baby was still an infant. In fact, her boy’s still having trouble wetting himself even though he’s about three. His potty training is taking ages.

Suddenly, her words settle in. Your head pops up. “Wait, what is your partner doing?”

“Huh?” She tilts her head, making her long blonde hair move. It’s always been so pretty. It’s platinum, completing her elven appearance.

You sit up. “Is your partner doing the final exam?”

“Um, I don’t know. I’m sure he’ll just give him to Mei. Whatever, I need a break. I haven’t been able to do any homework. By Snipe’s grace, I got the extension.”

“Y-you said you set the baby down. Where did you put him? Does Sero know where he is?”

Your heart is pounding. Hitoshi was very clear on the importance of this final and how dangerous it is. Hitoshi was able to give Ken to Mei before the exam, saving him the trouble and Noa is taking a nap on the floor with the other kids. Izuku didn’t really talk about it other than how nervous he was. He didn’t go into detail on what it really is about. “Toots, you need to go get your baby now.”

“Calm down! I set him in a safe spot, anyway. Sero has watched him before.”

“No, no, no, no! Go get him!”

Everyone stops. “You? You’re saying that? You preach about making them responsible. It’s not like it’s Sero's first time doing this.” Jules points out.

Your breath hitches. “When did you do this?” you shout. “What time? What was your partner doing at that second? Were they waiting?” If Sero wasn’t up yet, she may have time. Then again, you don’t know what’s happening over there. It could be the entire class is in the fight together versus God knows what. It’s a battlefield in an uncontrolled environment over there. If Sero doesn’t know where she put the kid or isn’t careful, there is some serious trouble.

Your classmate pauses. “Waiting. Why? What’s wrong?”

“There is no safe spot because it’s a real fight! Go get the kid, Akane! There may not be any time to get to Mei-!”

The door opens revealing an angry Eraserhead. He points to Akane. “With me, right now.”

Akane gets up slowly. “Is something wrong?” in a quiet voice she asks. Eraserhead’s nose flares. He points to the door.

“Walk, now!”

Akane does as she’s told. His tone scares you. If it is affecting you, it has to be affecting Akane. You ask, “Is she in trouble? I’m sure there is an explanation.” His eyes glow red, whether from his quirk or rage, you don’t know. It sends shivers down your body.

He turns to look at Akane. “Because of your irresponsibility, your assignment is dead. It can’t be repaired. Now march!”

Akane stops completely as if she is frozen. Her eyes are already completely black but they now look lifeless. Everyone else is gasping and has round, worried, and shocked eyes. No one thought that could happen. How could a child die with a hero? How can they die in the first place? What was exactly said between the two partners? Did he try to save the kid? You can’t bring yourself to speak or breathe. Ema’s sparkly freckles increase and all of Jules’s eyes shed tears.

A baby died.

Akane falls to the floor sobbing.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 9 months ago

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Writing Notes: Poison Ivy & Poison Oak

Poison ivy and poison oak - plants that cause an allergic skin reaction in most people who are exposed to them.

Poison Ivy - generally thought of as a climbing vine, can also grow as a shrub or bush.

It has leaves that are elliptical in shape and grow in groups of 3 on a stem.

Common in the US, except in the southwest, Alaska, and Hawaii.

Poison Oak - grows as a shrub

Has leaves that are shaped like oak leaves and grow in groups of 3 to a stem.

Common in the US, especially on the west coast from Mexico to Canada.

Symptoms

The symptoms for poison ivy and poison oak are the same.

Usually the first symptoms to appear are: itchiness and

swelling in the areas of contact.

The itchy rash that follows is made up of small pimple-like bumps (sometimes referred to as papules), as well as

blisters that later break open, ooze, and crust over.

In most cases, the condition goes away in 2 weeks.

Not everyone is sensitive to poison ivy and poison oak.

However, 9 out of 10 people who come in contact with either of the plants will have an allergic reaction to some degree.

All parts of the plants are poisonous and the amount of time it takes for an allergic reaction to develop varies from person to person.

The extent and severity of the reaction depends on the length of exposure, type of contact, and how sensitive the person is to the plants.

If a person is going to have an allergic reaction, it will usually occur within one or two days of exposure. However, some people have a reaction within an hour, whereas others don’t experience a reaction until 5 days after the exposure.

Causes

The substance that causes the allergic reaction is the same for both plants. It is an oily resin called urushiol.

It only takes a small amount of the resin to cause a reaction.

The resin can be transferred to the skin by directly touching the plant or indirectly by coming in contact with something that has touched the plant, such as tools, animals, or clothing. Although animals are rarely affected, they can carry the resin on their fur and transfer it to humans.

According to the experts at the University of Maryland Medical Center, the ‘‘chemical [resin] can remain active for more than a year.’’

Treatment

Anyone who comes in contact with either plant should wash the exposed area with soap and water immediately.

Taking a bath immediately after contact is not recommended, because that could spread the resin to other areas of the body.

All clothing, including shoes and shoelaces, should be removed carefully and either washed separately or discarded.

For minor cases, hydrocortisone cream and Calamine lotion can provide relief until the symptoms disappear.

Over-the-counter Benadryl capsules help with the itching.

Some people find oatmeal or baking soda baths to be soothing as well.

Oral steroids, such as prednisone, are available for more serious cases, especially those affecting the face, eyes, mouth, or genitals.

If signs of infection develop, such as pus and a fever, patients should contact their doctors.

Patients should consult their physicians before they use any ointments that contain benzocaine or zirconium, because they can cause an allergic reaction that worsens the condition.

Antihistamine ointments are not recommended for the same reason. The experts at the Alabama Cooperative Extension System caution that ‘‘some people have severe allergic reactions to these plants and can have swelling in the throat, breathing problems, weakness, dizziness, and bluish lips.’’

Emergency medical care should be sought if any serious reactions occur.

Prevention

The best prevention is know what the plants look like and to avoid them.

A common saying should be kept in mind: Leaves of three, let them be.

People who plan to be in an area where poison ivy and poison oak might be found should wear protective clothing, such as long-sleeved shirts and long pants.

Eradication of the plants should be handled with care.

As stated by the experts at the Alabama Cooperative Extension System, ‘‘burning can be dangerous and is not recommended for disposal or as a control measure, because the toxic oil from the plant can be carried in the smoke.’’

Instead they recommend spraying the plants with glyphosate, which is commonly known as the brands Roundup or Kleenup.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Allergy Poison ⚜ Fictional Poisons ⚜ Fictional Plant Worksheet

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transformers-spike · 5 months ago

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So imagine the bots or cons taking in a semi feral human. If it's the bots, they're thinking they rescued him, not much different from how he adopt stray dogs or cats.

If it's the cons, semi same reason but more because they can rather than because they actually care. Initially anyway

Said human initially is rather resistant to being kept captive, too many bad experiences with that with humans.

With the bots, this makes taking care of them rather difficult, like, needlessly so. Ratchet can't even do a basic medical exam without getting bit. Bugger goes for the soft spots every time. Miko probably thinks it's hilarious. The human is able to frequently "escape" and disappear gods knows where in the base, usually takes a few days to find them and bring them back. Eventually this turns into a game with the human dropping down from above and scaring the frag out of unsuspecting bots. Especially bulkhead. He screams like a girl. Miko laughs until it happens to her. Everyone picks on Ratchet when it happens to him.

Eventually the human warms up to the bots and they're frequently found napping on someone's chassis during recharge. Cutest. Thing. Ever.

With the cons, well, only reason knockout was able to do a basic medical exam is cause the human was unconscious when brought in. Now that they're awake? Turns out the little human BITES. And they're FAST. Didn't take long after waking to disappear into the vastness that is the Nemesis. Only Soundwave is ever able to catch them. He's too good at the cat and mouse game. He's just as good as catching as the human is at escaping. But he's not always available to keep an eye on the human, he's got work to do.

Said human usually escapes within a matter of hours, sometimes even minutes once Soundwave is busy.

The cons end up having to leave food and water laying around so the human doesn't die and cause the place to stink because no matter how they contain them, they always escape. Even tried locking them in Megs personal chambers once. Not even that lasted long. Also tried locking them in Soundwave's chambers. Took a couple days but they did still escape.

Megatron is simultaneously annoyed at a human roaming freely, and impressed by their tenacity and elusiveness. It's no wonder they survived on their own for so long.

Said human soon learns that certain bots are jumpy and easily spooked. Doesn't take long for there to start being bets on how many times Starscream or Knockout scream like a little girl before the day is done. Definitely takes longer for the human to warm up to the Cons than they would the bots, but when they do, you can almost always find them following Soundwave like a little pup when they're not napping on his shoulders, if they're not with him, they're usually tailing Megs or Breakdown.

Just wait til they're comfortable enough to unleash the feral chaotic child energy

I love the idea of the Autobots having non-feral humans (Miko is partially tame) and then the Decepticons having the most fucked up wild human imaginable. They think their human is "unique" - just like a bunch of dumbasses "rescuing" a coyote thinking it's a dog, and feeding it benadryl so it doesn't maul them

#maccadam #transformers prime #tfp megatron #tfp soundwave #tfp ratchet #tfp knock out #tfp breakdown #miko nakadai

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batsu4eva · 2 months ago

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Crowdsauce oc for the little thing everyone in the fandom is doing yayyyy

Facts about him (alternating pronouns for him bc he’s meant to be a pretransition oc hehe >:3) plus the alternate vers of this image, warning for mild gore mentions, homophobia and also bad femcel politics but you know what webcomic ur reading lol

Kinda made her based off my username submission that shows up in the irl webcomic and got WAY too invested in character creation because of that haha. Anyways

FACTS ABOUT HIM:

- Has different personas in whatever internet space he’s in. He still believes himself to be a cisgender girl so on sites like tumblr he says so, but on Crowdsauce and similar sites he “pretends” to be a man to “avoid harrassment” but enjoys it too much for it to just be that

- because of the personas she goes from saying high heels are misogynistic on one site and saying the most homophobic slurs on the others

- “(while boymoding) There are no women on the internet, nice try (F SLUR)”

- Unfortunately a benadryl addict/ cough syrup abuser

- Likes d&d but only makes annoying ass edgy rogue elf girls and harrasses forum groups with them

- watches gore vids bc he imagines himself as the victims sorry guys bro is mentally ill (mostly dysphoric)

- also a lot of hentai in the ryona/guro genre for the same reasons

-lives in a shitty apartment with a roommate that HATES HIS GUTS because she never cleans up and brings up childhood trauma if you confront him about it

- Studying for a psychology degree because she wants to “help people”

- Lowkey probably would’ve been one of the players in the Final Fantasy House horror story

And um. That’s it!!!! I’m kinda proud of this one. He sucks <3

#nfrtg #newfag runs the gauntlet #crowdsauce oc

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jkl-fff · 3 months ago

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so apparently i wasnt following you????? i totally thought i was sorry

Heh! No worries, it isn't at all mandatory nor even expected. And if my reblogs and posts aren't to your tastes, I absolutely won't hold it against you if you unfollow.

Same goes for everybody, incidentally. In all likelihood, I probably wouldn't even notice if my follower count dropped, since I'm so focused on Silly Game Time and scrolling through my own dashboard.

Besides, at this point, I send SGT to over 110 people each day. I think I only follow ... 3 of them, maybe? It'd be rather hypocritical to expect all respondants to follow me just because I regularly send them an ask.

Tumblr's for fun, after all, not stressing about parasocial interactions and making up fake commitments. People gotta relax about stuff that fundamentally doesn't matter all that much and just enjoy themselves.

Heh! Sorry for the ramble, I'm currently on some benadryl for allergies and to help me fall asleep soonish. Guess I better go prepare to spy on the Hat Man. Good night!

#silly game time #tumblr #internet #rambling

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glumet-shadow · 2 months ago

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Guess who got something at important testing today, thats right, youre girl glumet. So i started thinking how would my ocs react to reader getting their period (read as self indulgent)

Bonus yan at the end

Also @livvyandcaycaytakenselfies if you need a period read here you are!

Note! All with fiances or in relationships are platonic! I do not endorse cheating in anything.

Lets start with the favorite child- i mean the prince of evil! Lucian Brionche!

Now believe it or not this ladies man knows jack shit about periods. The only people who got periods that he was around growing up were maids, and he did not see them when they got them.

So, how did he react? Internal panic, you know zanya from buddyfight when he sees girls. Thats Lucian when you mention periods to him. But he does get you your sanitary products and some chocolate. Usually one of his birds is with you during this time, so they can lay on your uterus in class.

Now onto Karter

He does know some things but they were really hush hush in the convent about the 'monthly affairs' so he asks Julio. Soon after he gets some sanitary products and stays absolutely quiet for you.

Okay so Courie is clueless

Like he knows what it is but does not know what it does. He throws Benadryl at you and makes you leave him alone.

Now Julio,

Hes the miracle worker. Always has pads, tampons, really anything you could need because all the people in the convent and his adoptions who freshly got their periods. Hes a loving santa to them all, just dont ask why some of them already have blood and noone will know your secrets.

Okay Pere, my baby boy

Hes clueless and asks Julio, giving him a talk of 'do not f*ck with a woman at this time they are more prone to murder'.

Ignore the knife in his pocket as he hands you some sanitary products claimed from (prostitutes) lovely ladies from the streets

Now Gammon smells it before you do(hes a wolf beastmen)

He will sneak some products in your bag without a word and ignore you.

Kai, ever the flirt knows it.

Usually he avoids women when he is on their cycle because its gross to him. So he avoids you.

Seto wishes to collect

Collect what? Your blood, for experiments. Do not oblige because he will create horrors with it.

Leon is not dumb

He just stays quiet and asks if you need stuff. Chill, would recommend to keep with.

Ellis is prepared

Moreso than youd think, he has a fiance and has actually when bored gone through it himself. So he just lets you control the situation.

Iroh is murder ready

Iroh chucks a box of products at you and expects you to take em. Dont and he will never do it again.

Octa is kind

Hands you a sanitary product, no words, just does it to avoid the shit.

Rielle has boxes

His fiance comes over time to time so he has it ready.

We're at the Yan section.

Now Yan Lucian did research, got good brands of pads, tampons, heating pads, trackers. Wait what was that last part? Oh nothing, just to make sure you dont collapse dearie. He'll be your pillow and remember how it would be one bird when he isnt yan, just imagine his whole group of birds with you.

Yan Karter is still clueless, this is platonic but he offers headpats and company during this trying time.

Courie is basically the same but makes sure any who make you mad get punished in chains

Julio, oh Julio as a yan is very much loving when you are in his class. Always give you a cushion since his seats are somewhat hard, same stuff as last time with a little nap aloud in his class if you get the work done. Its still platonic though, he cares for those he views as children. Now youre in the group.

Pere is basically the same except its calculated even more. No prostitute will live anymore when you start your period.

Fair warning by the way, gammon's part in this goes into heat and hump mentions as im gonna call it.

Gammon as a yan is eager to mate. When you get your period and hes yan, pray he acts normal and doesnt start wolf mating stuff. He thinks youre begging to mate him! All the touches, cuddles, its all mating stuff in his mind. Boy doesnt understand thats what ovulation is for.

Kai actually is decent as a yan, he holds you, cuddles you, even lets you use his dorm to stay away from people.

Remember how i said not to let Seto get your blood? Yeah he already extracted an egg from you and put it in a tube to grow. Now that youre on your period and emotional perhaps it time to introduce the little twins he made. Oh dont they look so cute? Its gonna be hard with Seto around and 2 kids who he made in tubes.

Leon is sorta like Seto in this, but he actually asks if you want kids in the future and doesnt spring it on you like 'did i mention youre a mom?' Style.

Ellis is still platonic but helps you get more accustomed, plays his old music box for you.

Iroh is a genius little shit, he shows you just what his past possessing taught him.

Octa shoots tampons out of his gun to you when youre in the bathroom. Somehow windows are never broken.

Rielle is platonic too but totally gives you some chocolate his fiance likes.

#twisted wonderland #twst ocs #Twst ocs x reader #yan x reader #yan twst ocs x reader #yan twst

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sleptwithinthesun · 1 year ago

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a personal (and very extremely late) fill for the🤞and 🥰 prompts on the spring prompts list, written for t/im d/rake from d/c c/omics. yes, i'm aware it's summer. however, i started this fic over two years ago and it needs to be done.

2K words, next part of the t/imber college au. hope you like it!!

"Look at me for a second?" Bernard asks, tapping the eraser end of his pencil against his notebook a couple of times, just to ensure that he has Tim's attention. It lands just to the right of his half-finished sketch of his roommate, who's typing a lab report up on his laptop on the other side of the library table.

Tim complies, glancing up and making brief eye contact to show Bernard the slowly-emerging freckles scattered over his cheeks and the ever-present, bruise-like bags under his eyes. They've been getting worse lately, probably due to the arrival of the spring season and its various allergens, even though Tim started taking Benadryl towards the beginning of March. They're now a week into April, with allergy season in full swing.

Bernard's gaze sweeps over Tim's face, and then he squints down at his drawing. After a moment of deliberation, he goes back over Tim's lash line and carefully shades a touch lower and darker than he was previously. "Thanks."

"No problem," Tim replies, coughing quietly into a fist a second later. It sounds chesty, same as it has been for the past few weeks, and Tim just keeps going, like someone's scratching at his lungs. Which, to be fair, is probably how he feels about the whole thing. He's been getting worse at night recently, waking both himself and Bernard up at early hours in the morning with coughing fits.

There's not much either of them can do about it, though, and Bernard's not been sleeping well, anyway. Not to any fault of Tim; he's just been… wondering. About some things. Regarding Tim, sure, but not because of him. Nevertheless, he's been staying up with him until his roommate manages to fall back asleep congested snores emanating from his side of the dorm.

Not for the first time since they'd arrived at the library, Tim suddenly drops his chin towards his chest, eyes pinching shut tightly before his shoulders give a minuscule jerk forwards. He barely manages a shallow inhale before the motion repeats twice more, and then blinks a few times, sniffling quietly into his sweatshirt sleeve. Also not for the first time, Bernard murmurs, "Bless you."

"Ugh, sorry, I don't think I'm dohh—" He cuts himself off with another silent double, and then a third pair for good measure. "Oh, fuck me," Tim mutters, a bit breathless.

"Christ, bless you times... how many even was that, seven total? They're so quiet; it's hard to tell." Tim nods to confirm the number, his eyes bleary from sneezing as he rubs a knuckle against the side of his nose to quell the remaining itch instead of responding verbally. "Bless you times seven. Why do you sneeze like that, anyway?"

Tim blinks at him, clearly confused. "Like what?"

"Like… you're completely stifling to the point where they're silent." Bernard fumbles to explain, trying to find the right words without sounding insane. "I don't know anyone who can do that without using their hands or something. It's kind of... uh, impressive, to be honest, but can I ask, why do you sneeze that way? Is there a reason, or is it just...?"

"I don't know," Tim says, then shrugs. "I never really thought about it. It's polite, I guess, to make them quieter. Doesn't bother anyone else."

And Bernard-of-several-months-ago would have simply been content to have even gotten an answer out of Tim in the first place, would have accepted his word without a second thought. But Bernard-of-now can see the little flicker in Tim's eye, the one that means he's lying to him, which makes no sense, because what does Tim have to lie about?

It's a sneeze. There's no backstory to it, as far as Bernard is aware of. It's simple, it's thoughtless, it's inherent. Sure, he knows that people can hold back their sneezes if needed, but at it's base, it's a reaction, and one that's hard to control. The level to which Tim can manipulate his own, though, speaks to something far more complicated than Bernard can even begin to form connotations to.

For now, he has to let it go. Everything about Tim is a mystery, and the code to deciphering him is written between the lines of Dick's offering of his and Jason's phone numbers. So, unless Bernard texts one of them to ask why Tim sneezes weirdly, which is quite possibly the most bizarre question he could even raise, he's on his own.

Don't let it be said that Bernard Dowd doesn't love a challenge.

Over the remainder of the week, Bernard keeps an eye on Tim as if he's a sentry assigned to stand guard over him. He does feel weird about it—almost stalkerish, which, honestly and a bit embarrassingly, isn't exactly new to him—but it's not like Bernard's trying to learn anything he didn't already know about Tim's personal life. He lives in the same room as Tim, for crying out loud. Objectively, he's not doing anything wrong. At least, that's how Bernard justifies it to himself.

He's aware that he's being all Bernard about it, looking too deeply into it when, in reality, it's probably nothing more than Tim preferring not to draw attention to himself. At the same time, Bernard can't help but feel as if there's something more to it. After all, Tim decided to hide the fact that he was missing a whole-ass organ for a semester; he truly wouldn't put it past Tim to somehow have a buried trauma about sneezing. It would only make sense for him.

To be perfectly honest, though, Tim is boring.

Bernard didn't notice it in their fall semester, when Tim was being avoidant for the most part and didn't trust Bernard enough to reveal anything about his personal life. Apparently, he wasn't missing out. Tim studies more than anything, and even when he's not studying, he's doing homework or reading or something equally uninteresting. It makes his observation of his roommate very dry.

Until the moment where he invites Tim to sit outside.

They're moving through the quad together, Tim having just attended his linguistics class and heading into a free period while Bernard's done with classes for the day. The April weather is gorgeous, with a nice breeze cutting through the heat of the day. It's so nice, in fact, that Bernard asks—

"Want to stay outside for a bit?"

Tim's steps pause for a moment, hesitating. "Why?"

Bernard can barely stop himself from staring in shock at him. Sure, he grew up in the city, but he spent every moment that he could in the park. "it's... nice?" he ventures. "Plus, you could use more sun."

"First, rude. Second, if you insist." Tim sighs, glancing around for a place to sit. "As long as we're not directly in the sunlight."

Bernard rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Vampire."

Tim scoffs at him, following Bernard as they move to take a seat in the shade underneath a tree. He only seems vaguely annoyed, meaning that he does actually care, at least a little bit. They're not at the point yet where Tim's comfortable being jokingly annoyed or mad with Bernard, since Bernard did it to Tim once and ended up sending Tim into a spiral for the next day over whether he was actually upset.

So. His annoyance here is at least vaguely interesting.

"hn'x! ngt! hnk'tt!"

"Bless you," Bernard murmurs. Tim shakes his head and immediately goes to sneeze again, sitting up with his head tipped back slightly, eyes half-shut, mouth partly open as his breath hitches quietly.

"hh...hi'h? hHhh—" He's trying to hold it back and is failing miserably. "—hk't! hxxt! hn'gt! h'hHn'gt-sh!"

"Bless you."

"Why'd you want to be out here?" Tim asks, voice nasal. His head immediately bobs down toward his chest again, nose pressed into the crook between his thumb and pointer finger to at least give himself a semblance of modesty. This set is even more numerous than the first, each sneeze coming in rapid succession.

Bernard sits up straighter in alarm. "Uh... exactly how allergic are you to pollen?"

Tim's response is another rapid set of sneezes.

"You need to get better at putting your foot down," exclaims Bernard, grabbing Tim by his free wrist and hauling him upward as Tim sneezes again and again, each perfectly stifled and barely making any sound. The only reason, Bernard reflects, that he can hear them is because Tim's sneezing too much to fully have control.

"You're—gxt'sh!—telling me," Tim gasps out. Mockingly, he attempts to add, "You could use more su'h'nxt! hxt'ch!"

"Okay, Sneezy, let's get back to the very climate-controlled indoors," says Bernard, hastily dragging him toward the building.

Tim's lying down on his bed when Bernard walks into their dorm, three days after the incident, absently staring up at the ceiling. There's nothing taped up there—Bernard checked.

"You okay?"

"Fine," replies Tim. "Just... thinking."

Bernard sets his backpack down next to his bed, placing the binder in his hands down on top of his comforter to ensure he doesn't forget about the homework in it. "Anything in particular?"

Tim shrugs, which is his way of saying Yes, but I don't want to talk about it. Bernard had given up on trying to interpret all of Tim's nonverbal signals on his own and reached out to Dick the day after Tim's allergy attack; Dick had informed him that reading Tim was like learning a new language. He wasn't very communicative at best, even with members of his own family, and it took Dick years to figure everything out. Jason is still struggling, apparently, which Dick attributes to Jason being in college while Tim was adjusting to living with the Waynes. He's gradually been passing tips onto Bernard, trying to make his living experience a tad easier.

Uncertainly, he walks over to Tim's side of the room, stopping just short of sitting on the bed with his roommate. Looming over him feels like an equally terrible option, and Bernard just stands there for an awkward moment.

"This is a little creepy."

"You're one to talk," Bernard says before having the chance to properly filter himself. He's trying to get Tim to open up, here.

Tim huffs out a laugh, then sniffles quietly. "Just sit down."

Bernard does. Neither of them say anything for a long minute, with the silence frequently broken by Tim's soft sniffles as he continues fighting off the pollen in the air.

"You know you can sneeze, right?" he blurts out. Tim doesn't blink. "Like, around me. I don't mind, I promise."

When Tim doesn't respond, Bernard keeps rambling. "It's just that, every single time I've seen you sneeze you're stifling. No matter what. Even if you're alone in the room, you don't make any noise, and, like, it's worrying me. It's not, um, normal. Not that you're not normal, obviously, but—"

"Bernard."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Bernard rolls his head to look at Tim. His roommate is still looking at the ceiling instead of at him, but he's talking.

"I was..." He pauses, starts over. "My parents very much believed in the adage of children being seen and not heard. To them, my silence wasn't an expectation, it was a strict necessity for me."

"Tim..."

"For whatever reason, they included normal bodily functions in that." Tim scoffs, but it's devoid of any feeling, as if he's making the noise only because he's expected to show disapproval toward his parents. "Coughing, sneezing, anything like that was taboo. So, I learned to keep quiet."

"You know that's not okay, right?"

"I've heard that nearly a thousand times from Dick and Jason." Now, he turns to face Bernard. "I'm aware."

Bernard sighs. "Do you believe it?"

A moment of silence. Three different emotions pass over Tim's face, too quickly for Bernard to parse through them all, but something sad is certainly there. "I'm working on that," he says eventually.

"That's good," replies Bernard, and they fall back into silence before Tim sneezes adorably, much like a baby kitten.

"hk'sh'iew!"

"Oh my God."

"Shut up!"

#d/c snzfic #snzfic #d/c #t/im d/rake #b/ernard d/owd #t/imber college au #swts fic

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t4tozier · 1 year ago

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starbreaker :-) 🎶👗💔😶

music hc:

jace listens to classical music when he's trying to focus/grade papers/etc. he canonically listens to the complicated women podcast so i think he's a podcast listener when he goes to sleep. he will play it out loud and porter lays there in bed wide awake staring up at the ceiling

porter either listens to metal/rock or silence. there's no in between and no way to judge what mood he's in when he listens to one or the other. he picks jace up and the car is just completely silent and jace is like...are u mad at me

clothes hc:

they are literally overdressed gf/underdressed bf. jace does not know what casual means he pulls up dressed to the nines no matter where they're going. he actually gets fancier when he's not at work because he doesn't want to get any sorcery student effects on his nice clothes. meanwhile porter wears the same two pairs of pants and just switches out his various v-necks and gym shirts. jace isn't a wild magic sorcerer, but he had a wild magic surge the first time he saw porter in a button-down shirt.

also tiny shorts and cutoff tee porter. i know it to be true in my heart.

angsty hc:

jace has a lot of trust issues because he's been used in the past by friends and exes. it takes him months to accept that porter wants him for more than his body and won't take advantage of him. porter sacrifices him the next week.

porter catches himself almost telling jace he loves him a few months into...whatever their situationship is. he sacrifices him the next day, because he's terrified that jace will reject him if he's given the choice. jace comes back, choosing life, choosing porter, but the damage has been done.

random hc:

jace is severely allergic to cats. he loves cats, which results in him taking a lot of fantasy benadryl so he can pet them without breaking into hives.

porter is scared of horses. yes he's taller than most of them. he just doesn't like when they shake their heads at him.

#starbreaker #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker #natalie 20 #starcrossd lovers

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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 2 years ago

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hi, idk if requests are open but if so..

can you please write deacon x reader when during a case his wife saves a man’s life. the next day, the guy goes to the station with flowers to thank her and asks her out and deacon gets jealous!

Yes! I love getting them!

Enjoy! ❤️

Deacon’s station had been temporarily relocated next to yours while their headquarters were being remodeled. A firehouse, EMS station, and police headquarters all on the same block? It kept the banter between your first responder branches alive. You all spent your free time hanging out, training together, and cooking good meals to be eaten in between calls. You and your partner had just sat down with 20-David and the fire crew on for the shift when you were dispatched to a difficulty breathing call.

“Love you, Babe.” Deacon said as he chewed his mouth full of food.

“Love you too.” You responded. You had to be mindful not to kiss him or have any public displays of affection while you were on shift together. That was a BIG no no and would undoubtedly result in one of you two being moved stations. Despite being restricted on affection for 24 hours, you enjoyed sharing a station with your husband.

The rest of the house told you and your partner to be safe as you left to run the call.

You arrived on scene to find a 40 year old male having an anaphylactic reaction to some peanuts he unknowingly ingested while having a severe peanut allergy. He had given himself his epi per a friend on scene, but with no relief.

You immediately administered a second dose of epi, followed by 25 mg of benadryl, as well as a nebulizer breathing treatment. You and your partner were able to get him onto the stretcher and loaded into your ambulance where you got an IV and continued treating him on your way to the hospital. You had to admit, he was a stubborn one - as you would say. You threw the entire anaphylactic protocol at him down to intravenous epi and there still wasn’t a ton of improvement. Regardless, he wasn’t any worse by the time you dropped him off at the hospital.

You returned to service once you made it back to the station to restock. You told Deacon and Luca about the call. You were always excited to get to run good calls where you were able to use your full skill set as a paramedic. Deacon adored listening to you talk about good calls. He loved watching the spark in your eye when you talked about getting to help people and use the skills you trained hard to develop.

Deacon stood at the back doors of your ambulance while you put your supplies away.

“You are so beautiful, you know that, right?”

You looked up from your medication bag and smiled at him.

“You’re not half bad yourself, Kay.”

Your husband chuckled.

“I love getting to see you work and I love hearing you talk about getting to do your job.”

“Well, baby, you know I love what I do.”

A week later, you both were on shift together again. You were checking off your ambulance that morning while the firemen checked off their trucks and SWAT checked their gear.

You and your partner were lost in conversation together about a recent call you ran when you overheard someone asking a fireman for Paramedic Kay - you. The engineer walked the man over to you and you immediately recognized him as the anaphylactic patient you had cared for earlier in the week.

A man walking into the bays carrying an impressive bouquet of flowers caught Deacon’s eye - even more so when he heard the man ask for his wife.

“Who the hell is that?” Luca asked his teammate.

“We’re about to find out.” Deacon said, making a bee-line for your ambulance.

“These are beautiful. Thank you.” You thanked the man, taking the flowers from him as you smiled.

Your husband caught your eye as he approached the side door of your ambulance and stepped inside.

“As a thank you for saving my life, I would love to take you out to dinner one night, that is, if you would please go out with me?” The man asked.

Deacon was standing next to you as you sat in the captain’s seat in the back of the truck. You heard a low growl escape his throat.

“I thank you for your kindness and consideration, but I was simply doing my job. I love what I do, so I’m pretty good at it. However, I am married to a wonderful man.”

Deacon smirked to himself, “And even if I wasn’t married, there is a strict no-no on dating patients.”

Deacon looked at the man and noted he was visibly disappointed.

“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?” The man asked.

As professional as you were trying to remain, your kindness was quickly wearing thin when the man asked you again after you had revealed to him you were married, but Deacon didn’t leave you time to respond.

“Brother, I believe she told you that she was married.”

Your patient became obviously disgruntled.

“Marriages don’t mean much now-a-days.”

You could tell that struck a nerve with your husband. His posture became more upright and he held his hand out towards the man, expecting a handshake. You kept silent to watch the scene unfold. You noticed Luca had approached the back doors of the ambulance as well.

“My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself to you,” Deacon began, “I’m SWAT Sergeant David Kay. Paramedic Kay is my wife.”

The man stuttered and turned around to leave without responding or shaking your husband’s hand.

“Don’t forget. Keep your epi pen somewhere that’s room temperature and replace them when they expire!” Your partner reminded the man as he walked off.

Once the man was out of earshot, you could no longer contain your laugher.

“Really?” You said, laughing at your partner.

Your partner shrugged.

“Fucker.” You heard Deacon mumble.

When you arrived home the next morning with your husband, you were undressing from your uniforms.

“David Kay,” you said sternly with a slight sensual tone in your voice.

“Yes ma’am?” He turned around after taking his shirt off.

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You always secretly loved when Deacon said ma’am to you, or called you mama, or his ole lady.

“Was that jealousy that I saw in you yesterday?”

You smirked and made your way over to your husband. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“And if it was?” His voice was low and sensual.

“I’ve never seen that side of you like that before.” You rubbed the back of his neck with your finger tips.

“That’s because no man has openly disrespected you like that in front of me before. You are my wife. That should be respected.”

“You know I have eyes for you…” you traced his pecs and abs down to his belt with your fingers, “and only you.”

You stood up on your tip toes to kiss your husband.

He wrapped his arms around you, groping your ass with his hands, and moaned into the kiss.

You spent the day showing your husband that he was the only one you would ever want.

#christina alonso #dominic luca #david kay #hondo harrelson #imagine #jay harrington #jim street #swat #swat cbs #david deacon kay #paramedic

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