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watermelonlipstick · 4 years ago

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Septic

This was written as a request for anon, who asked:

I was wondering if I could request one with Dean. The reader's injury gets badly infected and she gets a high fever and they are stuck somewhere and can't go to the hospital (maybe a cabin during a snow storm or something else if you want?). Anyway her condition keeps getting worse and dean is doing everything he can to keep her alive? As for their relationship it's up to you, whether they're dating or hiding their feelings...?

I hope this is something along the lines of what you were thinking. I decided to go with a ‘hiding from Leviathans’ angle because that seemed the closest to canon compliant to me. Thanks in advance for reading; I would love any advice or critiques!!

Title: Septic

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2124

Summary: Unable to go to a hospital for fear of getting trapped by Leviathans, Dean tries his best to manage the reader’s worsening infection and fever.

Warnings: fever, illness, swearing, implied threat of death, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff (maybe? if you squint)

“Dude, I have a fever, I haven’t been decapitated. Can you stop pacing? Sam’ll be back in a couple days, I’ll take some Tylenol and sleep it off, we’ll be good as new in no time.”

He glared down at you where you laid on Rufus’s couch with flared nostrils. “You’re shivering under every goddamn blanket in this place and it’s been 3 days already. We’re going to a hospital.”

You rolled your eyes at him and tried to hide the way you snuggled deeper into the woolen bundle. “So dramatic. As if we wouldn’t get made walking in the door. And if you’re so worried about me, why don’t you make yourself useful and get me a hot water bottle and some tea?” You tried to give him your most casual smile in reassurance.

Dean appraised you with a hard set to his jaw and a twinge of concern at his eyebrows for a moment before relenting. “Fuck, fine. One more day and if the fever hasn’t broken, then we’re going.” It was only a few steps to the kitchen, and you heard him putting a pot of water on to boil. “You sure I can’t just do coffee? I don’t know how you drink this stuff.”

Like it always did, Dean’s aversion to tea made you laugh. “It’s literally just mint flavored water—you act like you haven’t drunk all kinds of potions and hangover cures.”

“The fact that I have drunk all kinds of potions and hangover cures should show you how gross it is.” He tossed a hot water bottle covered in worn waxed canvas on top of your blankets and you shimmied it under your feet while he got the tea together. After a moment, he set the tea (and a plastic bear full of honey, which made you smile to yourself) on the coffee table next to you. “Can we at least watch something else? These chicks are driving me fucking nuts.”

That made you laugh hard enough to shake loose the blanket corners tucked in under your chin. “You might be able to trick Bobby into thinking you don’t like the Real Housewives, but I’m not buying it for one second.”

He shot you some side eye but didn’t protest, patting your feet in a signal to raise them so he could sit with your legs in his lap. You didn’t remember past the first few minutes of the next episode.

“Hey, come on, you gotta drink something.”

You squinted up at Dean, feeling the sickly stickiness of dried and re-soaked sweat in Dean’s stolen sweatshirt where it bunched around your neck. “You want me to sleep, you want me to wake up, pick a lane, asshole,” you tried to joke, feeling each word like a stab in your, well, stab wound. It took more focus than it should’ve too hold onto Dean’s face where he perched on the coffee table right in front of you.

“You’ve been asleep for 16 hours, Rip Van Winkle. And you’re sweating like a whore in church, gotta rehydrate.”

“Thanks, Nurse Ratched,” you croaked, carefully keeping your face neutral around the throbbing ache in your side as you sat up and accepted the bowl of broth from Dean. When his hands were free, he put the back of his hand to your forehead in a very maternal way that might’ve made you giggle if you weren’t in so much pain.

Dean’s lips pressed into a tight line and he breathed a hard “fuck,” as he sat back. “Lemme see it.”

“If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask,” you tried to joke.

“No slick shit, I’m serious. The fever’s getting worse.” There wasn’t even a touch of playfulness in his tone, tight chord of anxiety clipping his words.

“It’s going to be pink and raw like every other set of infected stit—”

“Cooperate or don’t, but my bet is there’s no way you can slip out of getting pinned right now.”

“Who knew you were so kinky, Dean?”

He didn’t rise to the teasing at all, the just-this-side-of-friendly banter you normally had, and it made the nervous bile rise a few degrees in your throat. You eased back and slowly flipped down the blankets, immediately started shivering as you pulled up your damp layers to show him your stomach.

It was worse than you’d thought it would be even before he tenderly pulled back the tape to see the injury itself, the gauze a mottled tie-dye of blood and greenish pus. The stitches strained against swollen, angry tissue oozing at the corners, and you looked away to hold onto a little denial that you weren’t completely fucked. “Jesus Christ, kid,” Dean murmured. He reached behind him for a bottle of rubbing alcohol and you didn’t even try to argue, hissing and grabbing his wrist when he poured it over the wound. Dabbing off the worst of the external mess with the moisture, you watched as his mind raced.

You decided to try to grab the reins of the situation before he locked you both into a crazy plan. “Help me up, I want to take a shower. I feel disgusting.”

“Can you even stand?”

You rolled your eyes at him exasperatedly.

“Roll your fucking eyes at me all you want, you look like Marvin the Martian. Can’t believe I let your dumb ass talk me out of taking you to a hospital.”

“I’ve got a much better chance of beating a little infection than I do the combined force of however many Leviathans are looking for us and the full force of the federal government. Now get out of my way if you’re not going to help me up, I need a shower.”

He pushed back the coffee table and watched you stand up, grabbing your arm and waist when you immediately swayed. “Goddamn it, sit back down, I’m getting your shoes.”

“Dean. I am not going to a hospital. Especially not before Sam gets back. Not a negotiation. I just—you’re freaked out, I get it. I just need you to please let me call the play for once.”

His jaw muscles tightened into firm balls and you could see the flare of panic behind his gaze as he flicked between your eyes. Ultimately he didn’t say anything, just giving you a tight nod and offering a hand to guide you up and to the bathroom. When you’d gotten there, he hovered in the doorway as you started to peel off layers, hoping that your leaning on the sink didn’t look as obvious as it felt. “Think I can take it from here, chief,” you offered, hoping he’d take the hint.

“Not adding a head injury to this bullshit stew, sorry.”

“No way, psycho. You’re not watching me shower.”

His face screwed up in a scowl. “I’m not going to watch you shower, I’m just staying in here while you do in case you get dizzy again.”

“Dude—”

“Not a negotiation,” he growled, spinning your words back on you. You held each other’s stubborn gazes for a long beat before you gave in, getting in the tub and yanking the curtain closed with the rest of your clothes on, shucking the rest of them off and dropping them outside the tub behind the plasticized shield and curtain. You turned the water on and held onto the dial for support, hearing Dean’s movement in the bathroom as he sat down on the lidded toilet next to the shower. Laborious as it was, it felt a lot better getting clean. You’d started washing your hair when he started to talk.

“You know what you’re asking me to do, right?”

“Let me take a shower in peace?” You didn’t want to acknowledge the elephant in the room—what was the point?

“If you’re not septic yet you will be in a day or two.”

“By which time Sam will be back and you guys can strong arm some vet into giving me antibiotics like the mafiosos you fancy yourselves to be.”

“Don’t deflect.” It was quiet but firm, and you blinked away the way your vision was starting to fuzz out at the edges. Something about it finally got you to drop the joking, if only for a second.

“I know what I’m asking you to do.” You hoped he could hear the resolution in your voice.

Dean was silent for a long enough beat that you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you, but you heard the roughness in his voice when he finally replied. “Please don’t make me?”

The shower washed away a hot, stupid tear when it shot out of your eye like a kamikaze at his vulnerability. “I can’t be the reason you guys get caught.” You were clean now, but something about the confession-style quality of the shower curtain and the way it was letting both of you say what you really meant held you in the stream of water anyway.

“I’m not—it’s going to fuck me up forever, you know that, right?” It was almost a grunt, the way Dean’s voice strained as he pleaded with you.

“Long as you guys are alive.”

He didn’t respond.

After a long minute you felt your legs start to turn to jello. “You have something out there I can put on?”

You heard him clear his voice, sticky and coarse. “Gimme a second.”

A callused hand shot behind the shower curtain with a towel before Dean’s footsteps got quieter, and you tried your best to dry yourself off without stumbling. Not 15 seconds later, a bundle of clothes came in the same way. You smiled to yourself at your underwear and yoga pants with Dean’s t-shirt; he would’ve had to deliberately go into 2 different bags to get the clothes, no way it was an accidental grab. When you were dressed, you tugged the shower curtain back and didn’t argue when Dean wrapped his arm around your waist to ease you out of the tub, let him guide you back to the couch and fussily rearrange your blankets and pillows before he got out his first aid supplies.

You watched his face as he worked on cleaning the wound again, knowing he just needed to be doing something, that he couldn’t just sit still and hope it got better. You could give him that, sat stock still even when it stung like a bitch and didn’t even tease him when he made you swallow a handful of vitamins as though that would help. Another cup of soup eaten silently and two mugs of tea later, your eyelids were beginning to droop again.

“Tired?” he murmured, messing with the cover of the hot water bottle before ultimately getting up to refill it.

“A little, yeah. Will you, um, will you sit with me?”

Dean mercifully didn’t acknowledge the shake in your voice, nodding gently and sliding himself beneath you on the couch, tucking you under his arm and onto his chest, burrowing you both into the cushions. You reached your hand out of the blankets to place your palm over his heart, feeling the vibrating thrum of his pulse under your fingertips and cheek. His hand shifted so that he was smoothing the drying hair back from your temple, and after a few beats he bent his neck to kiss the crown of your head. The tenderness of it, the giving in to your request, pulled another tear out of your eye that fell straight into the cotton of Dean’ t-shirt underneath you.

He sounded like he’d just woken up, that sleepy-syrupy sandpaper of a long night on his vocal cords. “You know, right? If it was going to be anyone for me, it would’ve been you?”

The weight of it turned the blankets on top of you into a hug. You were nodding into him before you could speak, the tears turning your voice creaky-soft. “Same to you, dummy.” He chuckled once nostalgically at the ribbing, and you felt the rumble of it under you. “Thank you, Dean.”

You felt the tension of the hiccupped breath before Dean got it under control to answer. “I love you, kid.”

“Love you too.” It was the only thing to say, and neither of you had to answer or explain this undercurrent that had never been acknowledged so plainly before, no matter how rock solid it might’ve been for years. You laid there together for a long time, beating of Dean’s heart underneath you something constant to hold onto, warmth off his body better than any hot water bottle. The last thing you remembered before passing out was hearing Sam walk through the front door.

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purekesseltrash · 4 years ago

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Chapter 12 of Bury Them Deep, the final chapter, is out!

Fave Excerpt:

Mezou jammed his hands inside of his coat pockets, unsure of what to say or even do besides grin like an idiot. Tokoyami came to a stop finally and stared at Mezou, mouth open as if he was about to speak. He gaped for a moment more before a distinctly annoyed look came across his features. “Fuck,” he hissed, “I had a whole speech that I was thinking up on the way here and suddenly I have found my mind to be a blank slate.”

Mezou laughed, unable to help himself, “I don’t need speeches.”

Tokoyami stepped forward to grab at Mezou’s coat, his grip firm and his face honest, “You deserve them. I fear I am an incurable romantic and this is simply how I function. But my words have fled like cowards and the only part of the speech that I can remember is this, but it is the important part. Let me take you on a date. A real one.”

“I’d like that,” Mezou said softly.

Fun Facts:

- Hand to god, I had not decided on names for all of Shouji’s siblings until I had to write them. Thank you, Japanese Name Generator. Though Makoto is another Sailor Moon reference. I also had not know that Shouji’s mom was where he got his artistic eye from, though I am glad for it.

- My favorite Hip song is ‘Lake Fever’ or ‘Scared’. I thought that the lyric in Lake Fever was ‘You whispered Courage’ for the longest time, legitimately until I checked the lyrics to write the pivotal fucking scene only to find out that no, it was ‘hurry’. It all worked out, thank GOD.

- IDK if anyone noticed, but I ship them as Tokoshouji, as opposed to Shoutoko. I like the idea of Tokoyami being one taking the initiative better and it seems to fit his character anyway. I don’t see this dynamic often and it drives me nuts because I could write an ESSAY on why it works so well. Idk.

- Not even gonna lie, the last Mic segment made me cry. It was like my final good bye to everyone reading, it’s personal. And it’s basically me peeking out there, as opposed to just Mic. For all of hockey’s shitty aspects, it’s the best game in the world. I love it and I want it to be good and I will do what I can to make it be good.

More stuff under the read more about my future plans with this universe:

- So I have written a chapter and a half of an Erasermic prequel, basically telling the story of what happened when Shouta retired and ended up drugged to the gills and numb to the world at Hizashi’s doorstep, despite the two of them not having seen each other in legitimately over 10 years.

- I also have a side story of Kirishima and Bakugou, both with an idea of how they got together as well as what happens to them when they get to the NHL. (Spoilers: Kirishima does not have a good time as the first out and gay NHLer. He basically gets buried in the minors despite being legitimately good. Eventually he finally quits hockey way too young. Bakugou meanwhile is a generational talent and is legit too good to bury in the minors. When Kirishima retires, Bakugou flies to Tokoyami and Shouji’s house, where Kirishima is licking his wounds, and is like ‘Marry me.’ Kirishima tells him that he’s only going to say yes if Bakugou proposes with a Cup ring and Bakugou is like ‘Bet’.

- I also have one in mind on Ojiro and Shinsou. They had an amicable breakup when they graduated, both understanding that the life of a hockey wife wasn’t gonna work for Ojiro. Ojiro went on to meet a super cool alt girl through the info sec community and they got married and had a daughter. They end up splitting up amicably when their daughter is around 7 and split custody without much of an issue. Ojiro works remotely and lives in what is basically a lake cabin up in northern Minnesota. He and Shinsou have kept in touch and when Shinsou finally retires, he comes to visit Ojiro. The fic would go over them meeting up again.

- And then, of course, there’s Shouji and Tokoyami.

They get their shitty apartment in Atlanta. Kenta helps them with the deposit and also goes with Shouji as he tries to find one. Shouji ends up getting taken on by Orca, a buddy of Loder’s who generally doesn’t take Midwestern farm boys on as apprentices but he makes an exception, despite the fact that his work very afro centric. Shouji is a nice guy though and a damned hard worker and has a good eye so Orca keeps him on for a long while. Shouji still ends up picking up a bunch of odd jobs here and there, mostly grunt work like putting up drywall, but it gets him and Tokoyami through the absolute agony that is legal school.

Tokoyami goes into intellectual property law. He knows how much work goes in to art and creative stuff and he wants to protect people like Shouji. He ends up making a pretty nice living and they’re able to pay off the credit card debt that they accumulated during Tokoyami going through law school. Shouji actually starts doing pretty well for himself too, mostly with his pottery but still with some sculpture. Eventually Tokoyami proposes that they move to Raleigh, both because it makes sense for both of them and their jobs and well... because they have a hockey team.

Shouji never gave up hockey. He had some years right after college where he did struggle to even look at his gear. He had told his parents that he was gay and not going to the NHL over the phone as they were planning to come to his graduation, because he just couldn’t take them wasting money when he knew that they would never want to talk to him again. Unfortunately, he was right. Kenta still came to his graduation though and had two bullhorns that he slammed the entire time that Shouji was accepting his diploma. He even brought Shouji his own pride flag and insisted on taking a picture with him holding it. He posted the picture on his facebook with a very bold pronouncement that he was very proud of the first Shouji to get a college degree and how anyone that had a problem with his little brother could take it up with Kenta. Still, Shouji went through some real mourning with the loss of his family and he took a small break.

But then he came back to it, once they started to get a little extra spending money. He found a beer league group in Atlanta and started to really get back into the game, researching ways to improve in his downtime. It got a little weird sometimes at the beer league games because sometimes Shouji would forget that he’d decided to wear eyeshadow or would forget that he had on entirely wrong undergarments but everyone accepts that goalies are weird so it was accepted. Eventually he ends up having people ask him to coach for their kids, which he is loathe to do until Tokoyami points out that it’s better than Shouji do it, as someone who knows how damaging expectations and pressure can be, than anyone else. So that becomes a little part time job of his.

Everything isn’t perfect for Shouji and Tokoyami. Nothing is perfect. Tokoyami is a borderline hoarder and Shouji can’t stand mess and that causes them to fight enough that they wisely seek counselling. But they’re happy. Tokoyami eases up on the goth stuff and accepts his accent a bit more, though he still dresses in dark colors, especially for court. Shouji actually gets to play around a little with the whole genderqueer thing and makes up for the time that he spent avoiding anything that would make him seem too gay. And they still work really well together, becoming the pair that everyone from college kind of groans at, because they’re so ridiculously in love, but also envies.

They get season tickets to the Carolina Hurricaines. You’ll see them with Tokoyami in a Devils jersey and Shouji with one of many from his massive collection. Tokoyami will make comments here and there during the game, showing that he does actually listen when Shouji talks about goalie stuff and they only ever miss a game for gallery openings or work events. Otherwise, they are there in their seats, holding hands and watching the game.

Feel free to ask me any questions! I’m more than happy to talk about this, if you couldn’t tell. (Also, I do have some half written smut so uh.... yeah.)

#btd #tokoshouji #shoutoko #shotoko #tokoshoji

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they-them-pussy · 4 years ago

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shit that happened this year according to my journal entries

JANUARY

- first entry, december 31 2019, near midnight: "Here's to a chaotic year"

- wwiii scare, happens as early as jan 3

- ‎australia wildfires

- ‎watcher debuts

- ‎corona world tour begins

- ‎death note comes back with a one shot (?)

FEBRUARY

- kobe bryant passes

- ‎corona panic, people begin hoarding

- SONIC THE HEDGEHOG MOVIE

- ‎BIRDS OF PREY MOVIE

MARCH

- quarantines begin

- toilet paper shortage

- ‎tom and rita hanks test positive for corona

- ‎an nba player tests positive

- ‎US has 1000 confirmed cases

- ‎italy is on shutdown

- ‎everything in my city shuts down on march 13, friday the 13th. i go home to my province (i never go back, for the rest of the year)

- ‎canadian prime minister's wife tests positive

- ‎plague inc.'s popularity skyrockets

- ‎US stock market crashing

- ‎SPN stops production

- ‎idris elba tests positive

- ‎gun buying in the US increases (?)

- ‎ibuprofen and anti inflammatory drugs found to worsen the virus

- ‎italy's cases surpass china's

- ‎celebrities clowning about cabin fever in their mansions

- ‎trump wants to buy the vaccine exclusively for the US

- ‎earthquake in utah

- ‎USA has up to 35k cases

- ‎trump tells people to drink bleach, one man dies, a woman lands in the icu

- USA cases over 82k cases

- ‎boris johnson tests positive

- suspected that there are more deaths in china than are reported

- ‎USA has over 2400 deaths, 100k cases

- ‎Italy has over 10.7k deaths

APRIL

- antibody treatments are being looked into

- ‎chernobyl has fires around it

- ‎apparently a lot of talk about the quarantines ending on the end of april and i just said that it's gonna for the rest of the year??? OOP -

- ‎bernie drops out of the presidential race

- ‎people in my town realize the government doesn't give a fuck about us. begin communal garden

- ‎a lot of entries about animal crossing

- ‎USA almost at a million cases and 53k deaths

- ‎"It's like watching the fall of the US in realtime. It's like that one song, Survivor Guilt, I think."

- ‎2.9 M cases worldwide

- ‎BARDCORE BARDCORE BARDCORE

MAY

- ‎lockdowns opening up, cases spiking after

- ‎USA passes 100k deaths

- ‎"I'm tired and poor"

- ‎storm hits my town, destroys my ceiling

- i take a ton of pictures of the stars, stick them all over the pages

JUNE

- pride cancelled. only WRATH

- anonymous is back

- ‎BLM protests begin

- ‎terror bill being considered in the Philippines, protests against it begin

- ‎"2021 might be a downhill year" (?)

- ‎north korea looks like it might start a war

- ‎a weird, HUGE fucking bird lands on our roof. stays there for hours. watches me while im playing with my dogs in the backyard

- ‎shawn dawson gets cancelled. jefree star too???

- ‎news of russia placing bounties on US soldiers breaks. trump: 'y'all hear smth???'

- ‎a fascist gets voted in poland

JULY

- Osomatsu-san S3 announcement, fandom rises from the dead

- Hamilton

- ‎Spongebob anime

- ‎Classically Abby ads plague YouTube

- ‎TUA S2

AUGUST

- beirut explosion

- ‎attempts to sabotage the USPS begin. Death Stranding has ascended to prophecy status

- ‎heritageposts

- ‎"2021 feels explosive" (?)

SEPTEMBER

- #answerusyoutube trends on twitter

- ‎seasonal depression starts kicking my ass

- first day of Fall

OCTOBER

- THE HORSE IS IN THE HOSPITAL

- ‎claudia conway snitches on her mother

- ‎horse goes out to see his supporters, endangers security detail

- ‎horse gets out the hospital, but everybody's sus

- ‎osomatsu-san returns

- ‎i lose my yellow highlighter and agonize over this for several entries

- ‎hetalia announced to return

- AOC among us twitch stream

NOVEMBER

- US election

- ‎no results yet

- ‎NEVADA????

- ‎destiel goes canon

- ‎rumor of putin stepping down goes around

- ‎talks of a possibility of sherlock s5

- ‎ted bundy twitter roleplayer????

- ‎a bombing???

- THE HORSE IS OUT THE HOSPITAL

- ‎Biden/Harris wins, people rejoice

- ‎unus annus dies

- ‎supernatural s15x19 is a shitshow

- ‎supernatural s15x20 is a shitshow

- ‎destiel uncanons

- ‎supernatural season 16 begins

- ‎DESTIEL GOES CANON BUT IN SPANISH

- ‎#theysilencedyou / #theysilencedus trends on twitter

- ‎rancid nuts?

- ‎heller jensen ackles / jackles long con jokes skyrocket

- ‎samantha ferris says cw never contacted her to shoot what was supposed to be the heaven roadhouse scene

- ‎hindi dub destiel canon rumor goes around

- ‎italian dub destiel canon fake

- ‎several of the cast and crew reveal they're hellers

- ‎heller obama

- ‎rest of the fandom learns that the holy water in spn is actually lube

#2020 #2020 wrapped #i forgot... that the wwiii scare started SO EARLY.....#december #is it gonna kill us #perhaps #can't wait for the meteors to arrive and cause a global blackout :')

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notasiren21 · 5 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug’s Team in Quarentine:

* They all know each other’s identities, they’re all crammed in the Agreste manor (last time they try to break Adrien out)*

Contenders: Marinette, Luka, Juleka, Rose, Adrien, Kagami, Alix, Nino, Alya, Kim, Max, Ivan, Myléne, Chloé

>It gets better the more it goes on< >We stan Lukanette in this house, no hate<

Kim: Consistently floods the bathroom while swimming in the tub and making dives, wondering why his head hurts so much

Rose: Learned how to knit from Marinette, won’t stop, keeps purchasing materials from Amazon. She has legit made everyone their own scarf, sweater, mittens.

Rose: Her favorite ships in the group now have baby clothes on hand for the future.

Juleka: She legit just disappeared. Like, no one knows where she went, but she’s eating the food Luka and Rose leave out for her. Occasionally they hear a haunting voice behind them, but there’s no one there.

Max: Has hacked and toyed with almost every electronic in the mansion in the rooms they’re allowed in. Alexa now has her own opinions and interjects in conversations, says some pretty scary shit regarding the fate of humanity.

Kagami: Getting a little fidgety, makes the boys finish boxed foods and throw them from the stairwell while she plays her own take of Fruit Ninja, just...with boxes ....and then empty cans... everyone’s afraid they’re next

Alix: keeps shaking sodas and placing them back in the fridge, switching cereal into different boxes, skrrting round the manor in skates, occasionally holds Kim’s head down under water when he comes up for air....for science

Nino: Is slowly going nuts, can’t stand the lack of music variety Adrien has, started to watch Tiger King and it obsessed, doesn’t take away any lessons from the show besides Carole Baskin killing her husband and is now trying to create music videos by lipsyncing to Luka’s voice. Tries convincing Adrien to order a tiger cub

Ivan and Mylène: Had nothing better to do in between the mess of their lives of being quarentine, decided to do some scandalous stuff together alone...they’re now expecting

Rose: Is knitting some more for the kid.

Chloé: It was day six and now she’s wearing sweats and her hair is a rat’s nest, legit hisses at everyone, smells so bad only Plagg can approach her and it’s just to throw a sarcastic remark about her taking a shower

Adrien: CANNOT handle being quarantined at all. Is eating everything Marinette bakes, forthing at the mouth as he’s donned in Rose’s knitted gear. Is hearing voices (Juleka’s) and now fully believes the mansion is haunted. Constantly on edge and whispering back to Juleka. ALWAYS arguing with Alexa device

Alya: Recording Nino’s fake music videos, interviewing everyone about their take on the pandemic, questions each kwami about EVERYTHING, doesn’t think Carole Baskin killed her husband

Luka: Has made a lot of songs concerning the end of the world, a distopian future, zombies, being in love with Marinette. Spends an hour each day looking for his sister before he says “fuck it” and considers himself an only child after (still leaves food out for her), slowly starts to flirt with Marinette the more he feels the cabin fever get to him

Marinette: Broke into Gabriel’s old crafting stash, continuously bakes in stress, always taken aback by Luka’s flirtatious remarks

Lukanette: dances around their feelings until week two and finally get together, seen as the parents of the group and sick of their shit and craziness. Wondering if they’ll be in quarentine by the time Ivan and Myléne’s baby is due, worrying about the child’s education already.

Hawkmoth: slowly losing his shit with all the kids in his house and unable to akumatize anyone AT ALL because no one can leave the house and everyone is just mostly ...bored?

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banashee · 4 years ago

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Part 11/25 from my second round of @badthingshappenbingo

prompt: Cabin Fever

Close Quarters and wired too tightly

The thing is, they're used to being stuck in SHIELD safehouses by now. It would be truly inconvenient if they weren't, given that this happens on a semi-regular basis but this is… different.

Their team had to split up, which pisses Steve off to no end. He likes to have everyone together in one place, especially after missions. He is protective of all of them, even though he is well aware that each and every one of his team members is perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. Logic doesn't stop the urge though.

As it is, Steve and Tony are on their own in this little cabin, and Tony is not happy about it,

"There is a huge difference between a 'house in the forest' and a 'cabin in the woods.' " He says as they walk up to the safehouse, a sceptical look on his face as he eyes the windswept building from the outside,

"One sounds nice and comfy, the other sounds like we're about to get fucking murdered. 'Cabin in the woods' is definitely the latter."

With a sigh, Steve pushes open the door and turns over to the other man.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Tony."

"What, did you check for crazy axe murderers?" Clearly, he is entirely unimpressed by the whole situation, and it looks like he won’t shut up about it any time soon.

"Yes." Steve deadpans, and it actually gets him a small snort of laughter.

There really isn't a lot in this house. It is indeed a wooden cabin in the forest, and as it turns out, there is no electricity. At least there is running water, but otherwise, they'll have to make do with a propane stove, fireplace and candles. Steve isn't too happy about it, but figures it could be much worse. At least there is a bathroom and a stocked up kitchen, which is a lot more than he’s had to make do with in the past.

Tony, on the other hand, is raging for a good 20 minutes about it, mostly because he can and because his pent up energy and frustration needs to go somewhere. He keeps complaining until he stalks off into the kitchen to try and make coffee with what they have. More cursing occurs, accompanied by banging and clattering of cupboard doors and pans on the stove.

Steve stays out of the way - he doesn't feel like dealing with Tony's Bitch-Fit, especially since it looks like they'll stay here for at least a week and he doesn’t want to snap his head off over it - yet... They'll probably find a reason to fight and yell at each other soon enough.

It's just what happens with the two of them, given enough time. Even now, long after they talked about the argument they had back on the helicarrier upon first meeting and putting it behind themselves, they just tend to clash sometimes.

Both of them are thick-headed and opinionated, and as much as they usually like and respect each other, sometimes… Sometimes they just want to kick each other out a window, and that’s when the petty arguments about anything and everything start.

Neither of them is known to back down, and once they start their petty arguments, the rest of the Avengers roll their eyes.

“Jeez, get a room and fuck already, that would be way more effctive than this.” they got to hear more than once in those situations.

To be fair, there may or may not be something like a mutual crush, but… It’s hard to get on the same page sometimes, and even harder to put the pride aside and just talk like the grown ass adults that they are.

The chemistry between them is definitely there, and sometimes it’s thick enough that you could cut through it with knives. Small touches and shared looks, shared smiles and a million other little things build up, and then… Some bullshit happens and the two of them get into a stupid argument again.

There is just so much built up tension and frustration… And yes, okay, their teammates are probably right when they tell them to go get a room and hash it out in better ways.

Only a few minutes after Tony disappears to cool off in the kitchen, the whole house starts smelling like coffee, so, progress?

They end up drinking what is probably way too much caffeine that night - it's not like it would affect Steve, but he wants to prevent Tony from chugging the entire pot on his own. It's bad enough that he'll be bored as hell here and as a result, a lot more annoying than usual. But bored and high on caffeine? No. Especially not on the first night already - Steve absolutely refuses to deal with this. Instead, he pulls out a stack of cards from somewhere on his suit with the roughly 645689 pockets, in hopes they’ll serve for entertainment.

After a round or two of skat, Tony suggests strip poker with a suggestive eyebrow waggle, and Steve laughs, if only to cover up the fact that he has… Thoughts. A lot of thoughts and something like longing. But he doesn’t give in to either of those things.

“Let’s save that for another day when the boredom gets worse.” he says, and is ridiculously glad that he doesn’t blush - probably. And even if he does, it’s too dark to notice at this point, and the candle light is flickering on both their faces.

Sometimes, Steve wishes that the two of them would be able to be on the same page just a little more often. It's like they take three steps forward and then something happens and it's two steps back again. Frankly, it is exhausting, but he isn't quite sure what to do about it.

He doesn't want to bicker and fight half the time they interact, and yet, it's exactly what they do. They either flirt or argue and there is very little in between. One word after the other, and then, boom, they're at each other's throats again. It’s infuriating.

Being stuck in a cabin in the woods with literally nothing to do only adds to the stress. No electricity means that at least Tony is pretty limited in activity. Normally, he would start to build or rebuild things because tinkering is what he could do all day every day. Since that isn't an option here, he does the next-best thing: he takes a screwdriver to the furniture.

Day in, day out, hell take apart the kitchen chairs and dining table, looking for ways to improve them somehow - it's an act of desperation at this point, so Steve doesn't say anything about it, even though it drives him nuts.

He'd like to at least try to keep peace, but then again, they end up yelling at each other over the dumbest shit, ranging from the wrong word at the wrong time to using up all the hot water in the shower. The hot water lasts all of three minutes as it is, so there is no way two people can use it right after one another, but again, those shouting matches take at least 15 minutes off of their days, so it's what they do. It’s an old habit by now.

The worst of the cabin fever sets in after a few days. Under different circumstances, they might have lasted longer, but as it is, they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do and nothing to distract themselves with, unless you count a stack of cards and regular shouting matches.

Steve walks into the kitchen one morning, and all he wants is to sit down and have some breakfast. He didn’t sleep well, so when he enters the room and finds the furniture dismantled once again, leaving no place to sit down with a cup of tea or coffee or anything, Steve takes a deep, calming breath, then loses his shit - he’s absolutely done.

“Oh my god, Tony! Can you please stop taking apart the fucking furniture for one day ?!”

His yell summons Tony from the other room, ruffled and rumpled but he is scowling already, clearly down to give back as much as he gets. He stalks right up to Steve, throwing his arms up in annoyance and only stops when he is inches away from him. Tony glares up at him.

“What the hell is your problem?! There is a couch in the other room, go sit there and do whatever it is you do for fun!”

“Four days! Four days of dismantled furniture all over the place that no one can use! I am so done!” Steve is getting red in the face now. He hates to admit it, but getting rid of the pent up anger feels kind of good.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, there is nothing else to do here! We’re fucking stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but our clothes and a motherfucking stack of cards, so excuse me for trying to pass the time!” Tony spits back, and there is no patience left - inactivity is his personal nightmare, and sitting on his ass with nothing to do definitely falls into that category.

“Then find something else!”

“Oh yeah? Like what, Asshole?!”

“Figure it out!” Steve snaps, then turns on his heel and stalks towards the front door. He really needs some fresh air, and he is sick and tired of the constant fighting. And yet, it is all they seem to do lately.

The door falls shut behind him before they can continue to yell at each other.

To be continued...

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Prompt: Cabin Fever

#banashee writes #Bad things happen bingo #Stony #tw arguing

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whumpitgood · 5 years ago

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My Blood Runs Red

Author: whumpitgood Fandom: Supernatural Whumpee: Sam Winchester Relationship: gen Word Count: 2,297 Spoilers: Tag to 11x17 Red Meat, fix-it fic Summary: After Sam drove the Impala to the clinic, the upholstery must have gotten bloody. The stains don’t bother Dean for the reasons Sam thinks they do. Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters don’t belong to me. Just writing for fun. Note: 1) Fills my “gunshot wound” square on my bingo card. 2) I don’t have a whole lot of time for writing fanfiction anymore, but this idea was bugging me for several days, so I had to write it down. I hope you like it, even if it’s a bit rushed. 3) Title comes from “I Don’t Mind if You Don’t Mind” by Ron Pope.

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Bang!

Corbin froze, his eyes wide. Suddenly, he fell down in a heap, dead. Dean looked past him and saw Sam standing there, gun raised in an outstretched hand. Relief flooded through Dean at the sight of his brother standing there, but it quickly evaporated as Sam wavered and slumped down to the cold tile, pain and exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

“Sam!” Dean yelled, going over to his little brother. He wrapped one arm around Sam’s back and the other he pressed to the wound that was still sluggishly bleeding, even after so many hours. Sam’s clothes were saturated in the red sticky stuff.

“Please, somebody help me!” Dean yelled. “I need a doctor over here!”

Sam was quiet and listless, his eyes slipping shut, even though Dean could tell he tried to keep them open. Sam had finally reached the end of his strength, and even adrenaline wouldn’t cut it anymore.

Dean could feel that Sam was still breathing even though his eyes remained closed. “Come on, Sammy. You’re okay,” he said, glancing up from Sam to look down the hall, wondering where the doctors were. Hadn’t they heard the gunshot?

Dean continued to hold Sam tightly, whispering softly to him, when arms reached out and pulled him from Dean’s grasp.

“Sir, we need to help him. Let us help,” a man said, leaning over Sam.

Dean hadn’t heard the doctor or the two nurses approach, but here they were, loading Sam onto a gurney and wheeling him away, shouting a bunch of things that Dean couldn’t comprehend at the moment. All he was aware of was the fact that they were taking his brother away from him.

“Sammy!” he shouted. “He’s my brother. Please!” He reached out to him but a male nurse held him gently back.

“Sir, he’s going to be alright. How about you? Are you hurt?” he asked, his brown eyes quickly tracing over his frame, looking for any obvious injuries.

“No, I’m fine. What about Sam? What’s going on?” he answered anxiously.

“Calm down. They’re taking him to surgery to get him all fixed up, okay? Just wait over there in the waiting room for him. Someone will get you when he’s done.” he said, looking intently to see if what he said registered at all in the agitated man’s eyes.

“Surgery?” Dean parroted back.

The nurse nodded. “Yes. He should be fine.” Without waiting for a response, he put a palm to Dean’s back and guided him around the corner to the waiting room. “Just wait here.” And with that, he was gone, his steps quick as he got back to work.

Dean paced as the hands on the clock moved slowly. When he got tired of walking, he sat down on one of the hard, plastic hospital chairs, but that only made things worse. As soon as he sat, he could feel something hard digging into his bottom, and it only took a second to remember that he had stuffed the bullet into his back pocket. He didn’t shift his position or take it out. He left it there as a constant reminder of what had happened. It was real. It wasn’t some nightmare he’d wake up from.

He tried to count the tiles on the floor, but only got to 18 before his mind would drift again, wondering what he could have done to stop his little brother getting shot or what was happening right now. Was his brother okay? Would he be alright?

Dean stood abruptly, making the only other woman in the waiting room glance warily over at him. He needed a break. He needed air. If he stayed a minute more, he’d suffocate.

He quickly made his way outside and breathed the fresh air in deeply. It was chilly out, but he didn’t care. It was invigorating. He stepped down the front steps and took a look around at the trees not too far off, thinking how nice they looked.

But then his eyes traveled across the parking lot and he could feel his heart plummet down into his stomach. The Impala stood there with the driver side door wide open. Sam had obviously been in a hurry to get inside and get to Corbin before he could kill Dean or anyone else and hadn’t taken the time to close it.

As much as he loved this car (it was his baby after all), that wasn’t what bothered Dean. What he found so unsettling was the bloody handprint stamped onto the glass of the driver’s window.

Dean got closer to the car. Inside, he could see blood smeared over everything from the seat to the steering wheel, and even the floor. It was everywhere. Dean’s stomach rolled. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, trying to ride out the nausea, but there was no stopping it. He quickly jogged over to some nearby bushes and unloaded his stomach. There wasn’t much; mostly bile and some leftover juice from his earlier stunt, but that didn’t mean that the heaves hurt any less.

When he was done, he spit one last time and straightened himself up. He couldn’t keep looking at that car the way it was. He didn’t want to be constantly reminded about how he almost lost his baby brother.

Finally having a purpose to fill the time while he waited on news about Sam, he marched inside for some cleaning supplies. He spent the next couple of hours getting lost in his task of scrubbing the car clean, trying to get rid of every last speck of blood he could find.

Shortly after he was done, he was summoned. He was told Sam was out of surgery and he could go see him. He was on edge when he walked into his hospital room, hoping that his brother was okay. Of course, they told him he’d be fine, but he needed the visual confirmation for himself. Only then could he begin to relax.

He glanced at his brother laying on the bed, asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Dean released a breath of his own, the tension vaporizing along with it, and sat in the chair beside the bed, the hard stab coming from his back pocket not as unsettling as it was a few hours ago.

It was two weeks before Sam was released from the hospital, even though Sam claimed he was fine and begged Dean to sign him out AMA. Dean refused, however. He wasn’t taking any chances. He’d come too close to losing him and wasn’t about to count his eggs before they hatched, not with their usual Winchester luck, or lack thereof.

Along with Sam’s extensive internal damage from the bullet, he also underwent a terrible infection from the wound. It hadn’t looked good for a while, and Dean was beyond glad when it finally cleared up and he was able to take Sam home.

For the first week at the bunker, Sam mostly slept and stayed in bed relaxing and watching Netflix or reading books. After that, he was antsy to get out and go do something. Eventually, Dean gave in and found a hunt: a simple salt and burn. It wasn’t far and should be a piece of cake. He didn’t want to take Sam at all, figuring that he should be staying home and taking it easy for a while longer, but he knew that Sam had cabin fever pretty badly and wouldn’t leave him alone about getting out, so he might as well pick something easy if he had to do something at all.

They were gone a total of four hours. Dean insisted on doing all the digging in the secluded graveyard while Sam kept lookout, sitting on the back of the Impala with a shotgun in his hands. The ghost only made one appearance, and Sam was quick to drive it off before Dean set its bones ablaze.

It was on the way back to the bunker when he saw it. The sun had just started to rise and cast a glow on everything when he saw a speck of blood that he had missed. He used his fingernail to surreptitiously scrape it off without Sam noticing, but once he did, he noticed another and then another spot after that that he’d missed.

It drove him nuts. Seeing the spots just served to remind him how close he’d come to losing Sam and he hated it. He tried to focus on the road and ignore them, but it was hard, like trying not to scratch an itch.

Once home, he got Sam settled in his room and went about doing a few odds and ends around the bunker. He would have gone immediately, but he wanted to make sure Sam was staying in his room for a while before he snuck out to the garage. When Sam’s room remained quiet, he was sure he was asleep, so he grabbed some cleaner, rags, and scrubbing brushes and headed over to the Impala.

His footsteps echoed on the concrete floor of the bunker’s garage as he made his way over to his baby. When he reached her, though, he stopped, tense. He dropped his supplies to the ground.

“Sammy, what are you doing out of bed?” he said loudly, making Sam flinch as he stood hunched over the driver’s seat. “What are you even doing out here?”

Sam turned to face him, standing up to his full height, doing his best to hide the slight grimace as the movement pulled on his sore stomach. “I could ask you the same thing, Dean,” he responded, his bitchface in full effect.

Dean snorted. “Yeah, right. ‘Cause I’m the one that got shot a few weeks ago.”

“I’m fine, Dean.”

“Sure. But we were out late on that hunt that you basically begged to go on. Now go get your ass in bed,” Dean said, his hands on his hips.

Sam sighed, his face softening, which only concerned Dean more. Sam was too stubborn to give up so easily. “But, I wanted to…” he trailed off, eyes going back to the Impala.

“You wanted to what, Sam?”

Sam sighed again, his shoulders slumping as he turned back to his big brother. “I wanted to clean out the Impala. I saw you when you noticed the blood splatters. I know it bothers you. I wanted to clean it up for you so you won’t have to see it anymore.”

Dean was speechless for a second before finding his voice. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. I got it,” he said, nudging his cleaning supplies on the ground with his boot.

Sam shook his head. “No, let me. I should never have gotten it dirty in the first place. The Impala means a lot to you and I didn’t mean to make a mess. I hate that you’ve already had to clean it once before, at the hospital, and, I mean, that’s what you came here to do, too.”

Understanding crushed Dean. He felt like his chest would explode. He couldn’t believe what Sam was saying. How could he think that he cared more about his car than his own brother’s life?

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on a second, Sam. You think that that is what this is about? You think I’m upset that you bled in the car?”

He waited for a response. Sam just shrugged.

“Sam, the reason I was upset seeing it this morning was because it reminded me that I almost lost you. You could have died, Sam. Hell, I thought that you had, when that bastard tried choking you. I should never have left you alone with him and I’ll never forgive myself for that. Sam, you mean more to me than that car. You’re my brother.”

Sam was quiet. “I know. But I want you to be happy. The Impala—“

“The Impala is a car, Sam. A damn good one, sure. She’s the best. But she can be fixed. Cleaned. Repaired. But you? Sammy, there’s only one you. I can’t replace you. I’ve almost lost you too many times, and I never know when it’ll be the last. I don’t know what I’d do without you and seeing your blood in my car reminds me how I failed you as a big brother. And not for the first time, either. I can’t stand seeing such a blatant reminder of how I didn’t do my job.”

They were both quiet as they absorbed the moment.

“You haven’t failed me, Dean. You’re always there when I need you most.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, like in that cabin with those werewolves? Sure, I was there alright, but it didn’t do you any good, did it?”

“Yeah, it did, Dean. You wouldn’t abandon me like Corbin wanted you to. I slowed you down, but you didn’t care.”

Dean shrugged, mulling it over. “I guess,” he said noncommittally.

“Hell, Dean, you sold your soul for me. You literally killed Death to save me. How could I ask for a better big brother than that?” Sam said with a smile.

Dean grinned in return. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty awesome.”

There was a pause. “Well, I guess I’ll leave the two of you alone for a while, then,” Sam said, gesturing between Dean and the Impala.

“Hey!” Dean said, throwing a rag at Sam, making the taller boy laugh.

“Jerk!” Sam said with a smile.

Dean grinned, knowing for sure now that Sam didn’t hold anything against him. “Go pick a movie. I’ll join you in a bit.” Dean locked eyes with Sam. “And save me some popcorn, bitch.”

Sam grinned in return and made his way out of the garage.

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shooter-nobunagun · 5 years ago

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Quarantine UST 3

//Look, I’m on a roll, and I plan to ride it as long as I can.

Warning: some ‘ero’ content this chapter, (wet dreams and masturbation)... ^^;;; teenage hormones, man XD;

“Oh my god Asao-san, I just don’t know if I can keep this up for a month! It hasn’t even been a week and I’m starting to go a little nuts...and I’m the very definition of an introvert,” The sniper vented, chatting with her best friend Kaoru Asao as part of her now-established bedtime ritual. “I seriously can’t believe there’s like, three more weeks to go...ugh.”

“Oh Sio-chan, I think you’ll be all right. Given the circumstances, it’s perfectly fine to be getting a bit of cabin fever. Have you gone out at all?”

“Well, no...I mean, I just spend some time in the yard or go for a quick walk around the block, but since everyone’s all ‘don’t go out unless you need to’, it’s not like we’ve been making any supply runs since the first one,” the sniper grumbled. The vehicle Adam requisitioned from the Yavin had arrived just yesterday in the form of an all-wheel-drive, manual transmission sedan, but since most places were closed anyway, Sio didn’t foresee them going on any joyrides anytime soon. “Newton and Gandhi were saying it would be nice to just go for a drive, but I don’t know. Jack’s always so strict...can you believe he still keeps tabs on me daily to make sure I’ve done my training?”

Her friend laughed lightly on the other end. “Isn’t that his job though? You said Jack-san is your team leader, right? Besides, would you really be keeping up with your training if he didn’t remind you?”

“...”

“...Well, there’s your answer.” Sio groaned and buried herself in the pillow. “But I hope you’ve been remembering to take care of yourself too, Sio-chan. I mean, you said you’ve basically got free time after you do your training, right?”

“Sure I guess, but it’s...I dunno, Asao-san. I’m not used to constantly being around other people like, 24/7. Even back in the Logan, I feel like I had more privacy...but when you’re in a house, well...” She thought back to this morning, whereupon Newton had stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and purple thong, Sio narrowly avoiding another nosebleed as she rushed to the toilet before Newton could try and ‘greet’ her. “It’s a bit...weird to see all your teammates when they’re so, well...casual.”

“Hmm; does it make you uncomfortable? Maybe you can ask them to respect your privacy or be more considerate around you.”

“Hah, that’ll be the day,” Sio rolled her eyes. “Newton and Gandhi...let’s just say their definition of consideration is way different than mine. If anything, the only person I actually don’t have to worry about is Jack...though I’ve got other issues with him...”

“I see...” Her friend mused on the other line. “Still, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but have you actually told them that? Do they know their actions bother you? Or are you just doing the whole ‘polite Japanese’ thing and shrugging it off?”

“I mean, well—I want to, but—”

“‘But...?’ You know Sio-chan, I’m not saying what they’re doing is okay, but at the same time, you also need to stick up for yourself,” Asao gently chided, Sio whining because she knew her friend was right. “I know you don’t like talking to people, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere, right? It seems like they just don’t realize it, but I’m sure if you actually told them how you feel, they might back off. And if not, well, at least you can escalate that to someone in charge.”

“Haaaaaahh...I know, you’re right; I’ll try...but they’re so intimidating at times, the way they’re so...forward,” the sniper flopped backwards onto the pillows. “Ironically, Jack’s the only person I’ve been able to actually talk back to...”

At this revelation her friend made an interesting noise. “Oh? You told Jack-san how you felt? Even though your last three messages to me were about how strict and scary he is?”

“I-I mean, it’s not like I plan my conversations with him, it’s just sometimes he gets so annoying I just react automatically—”

“—Well, what did he say?”

“He—” The sniper caught herself as she recalled their conversations from earlier in the week. “...He, actually apologized, now that I think about it...when he lost his temper from helping me to the laundry, he...he admitted he shouldn’t have been so harsh, that he was just tired...” And then the next day he helped her with the ironing, and giving her lunch...

“Ooh?” Asao’s voice took on a high note. “Really now...I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you? Well that’s good, it means things do change when you actually speak up about them.”

“Well sure, but I’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Why don’t you ask Jack-san for backup? He’s the leader, right? I’m sure his words carry some weight.”

“I, well...I could, but...he’s already helped me out a lot. I’d feel bad if I constantly went to him with my troubles...” Sio hugged her knees to her chest. “I mean if I really had to, sure...but I wanna try and handle this on my own, first. Besides, it’d probably be more effective if it came from me.”

“‘Atta girl, Sio. I know you can do it.” Asao cheered from the other end. “But it’s getting pretty late on your end, isn’t it? You should get some sleep, even if you’re not going anywhere. A routine sleeping schedule will help you feel better.”

Sio glanced at the clock, which was about to strike midnight. “Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, thanks a bunch, Asao-san. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for about all this, it’s that I can finally chat with you whenever I want.”

Her friend laughed. “Of course, Sio-chan. I’m really happy about that, too. Take care! And feel free to text me whenever! Oyasumi.”

“Oyasumi.” Yawning, Sio set her phone on the nightstand, stretching like a cat before crawling underneath the fluffy duvet. “I’m so glad Asao-san’s my friend...I don’t know what I’d do without her...” Turning off the lights, she laid her head down and was asleep within minutes. ------ “Nnng...hnn, uhn...”

It was hot, but it felt good. Her legs ached, but again, she couldn’t seem to stop. Her body turned over and her hips moved on their own, grinding clumsily against a lump of blankets.

“Unn...hmm...hmmm...!! Nnng...!!”

It felt so good; a heat bubbling up from her groin, tickling her senses in a way she’d never felt before. Yet it never seemed to be enough—no matter how much she pushed her hips she couldn’t get enough, because it just felt too good—

“Ahn...ah, ah...nng...y, yes...” Her breathing grew strained as her body grew desperate. To reach that peak, that...whatever it was. Her limbs were quivering as she rolled over again, this time one of the extra pillows wedging itself perfectly between her thighs. “Oh, yes...ah, right ther...kimochi ii...iii...!”

Almost there! So close!

A tingle of electricity went up her spine as the edge of the pillow rubbed right against that sweet spot between her legs and Sio’s eyes shot open, gasping for breath as she woke up right on the verge of ecstasy. “Wha—what the, what’s...huh...?” For some reason she was breathing as though she’d run a marathon, and her clothes were all sweaty...

‘Oh no, do I have a fever? Is it the virus?!’ In a panic she slid out of bed, ignoring the strange throbbing between her legs as she fumbled for a thermometer. “37.7 degrees Celsius...whew, normal.” Sighing with relief, she slowly crawled back to bed, now finally noticing the strange tightness down there, throbbing in time with her pulse. “Nnn...what the heck, why do I feel so...weird? My body’s all...hot and tingly, b-but I don’t have a fever...”

The sniper could only recall vague remnants of some dream she’d been having moments earlier, but like most dreams, it vanished the second she woke up. Bits and pieces remained however, Sio closing her eyes as she tried to remember what was making her so hot and bothered.

‘It was...I was...really hot? Something...no, I think it was someone touching me...but, it wasn’t scary at all; it felt...gentle, and really good...’

Before she knew it, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs, Sio unconsciously now trying to replicate what she’d experienced in the dream with her own hands. A finger gingerly rubbed a slight bump on the outside of her underwear and she shivered, a shock of pleasure running through her body.

‘Yes, it felt, like this...it felt, so good...’

“Hnn...it’s, just like my dream...” She mumbled, mind falling back into that hazy pleasure halfway between dreams and reality, as Sio started touching herself in earnest. The sniper wasn’t even aware of what she was doing, only a vague knowledge of something she’d read in health books came floating up—but that was quickly shoved aside as her fingers became a little more confident, rubbing a little harder now and the pleasure started climbing.

“Ah...ah, nng...it feels really good...h-how, what is...” She was panting slightly, not even realizing her other hand had snaked underneath her shirt and was gently stroking her breast.

‘W-Wait a minute...what am I...am I, touching myself...?’ Suddenly she was conscious of where her hands were, just what she was doing; a finger still rubbing between her legs—only now there was a slight dampness seeping onto the fabric.

Sio blushed, finally realizing that this was what masturbation was—but at the same time it felt too good for her to stop. ‘W-Whoa...is this what...masturbating feels like? It’s...kinda embarrassing to admit, but it does feel really good...’ Sighing, she decided to just continue and see what happened. Besides, at least she had her own room here, and nobody shared a wall.

“Mnn...it’s, not enough...I want to feel, more...” Biting her lips, the sniper slowly shed her damp panties, heart pounding in nervous excitement as it occurred to her she was going to pleasure her most private place, with her own two hands. ‘Somehow, doing something kinda...naughty like this...I’m getting excited...’ Gulping, she gently reached a finger down, only to pull away in shock as she felt something moist and slippery. “Wha—uh, why’s it all wet down here?” She reached finger down again, and this time pushed a little deeper, her stomach clenching as her fingers started exploring the region.

“Whoa...I’m getting really wet...I can’t believe that really happens,” she mumbled, rather enjoying the slipperiness across her fingertips. Between the hot, slick folds, untangling her dark curls—she squealed as her fingertips finally brushed against that most sensitive spot, now hard and engorged from stimulation.

“Ahn...! W-what is this...why’s it feel so much better...compared to, anywhere else...” Moaning very slightly, Sio started fondling her clit, using two fingers to rub circles around it as the other hand now massaged her breasts. “Oooh...god, this feels amazing...”

Slowly but surely, that same, slow-burn tension from her dream was now building up in real life. The sniper was using both her hands at this point, one to massage her sensitive clit while the other poked around her folds, coating everything with her juices that were now dripping down her thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah...oh god, it’s happening...th-that, same feeling...from my dream...!” Her body was hot all over, limbs starting to twitch as this new tension built up somewhere deep inside her. Her hands were more forceful now, rubbing tight circles around her clit, back arching every so often as she tried to reach that goal again, before she woke up. Her legs were spread underneath the covers, hips undulating as she tried to push herself to the peak.

‘I-It’s, so close...I-I’m so close, why can’t I...’ Moaning in frustration and arousal, she took a break, panting for air as she gently ran her fingers all over her smooth, soft skin. ‘In my dream, I think there was someone else...who was doing this to me...and it felt so good...’

She didn’t remember much, but she knew whoever it was had much larger hands than her; they were calloused but firm, gentle as they fondled her breasts, then her opening, teasing her with that same, steady pressure until she was sure she could bear it no more.

“Ahn...ah...ah...ah, ah, ah—oh god...!” While she fantasized about her mystery dream lover, her fingers punished her clit with a desperate fervor; Sio felt her legs twitching, hips bucking with the same rhythm as her fingers while her body pushed itself towards an orgasm.

‘It’s so good...I-I think I’m coming...I’m, gonna, cum—!’ For some reason right at the precipice, Adam’s alabaster-white torso flashed in her mind, with those toned muscles... With a startled cry she climaxed as the heat crashed over, a searing pleasure overwhelming all her senses at once. Clenching her teeth, she pushed a finger against her throbbing clit, rubbing it every so often and shaking from the aftershocks until everything subsided at last, Sio letting out a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding.

“Hah, hah...ooohh, that felt...incredible.” Heaving, she fumbled for a tissue and wiped up the mess that had formed between her legs, as well as any residue from her fingers. “Man, who knew you could make yourself feel so good, with your own hands...is that why people do this...”

At last she snuggled down underneath the covers, now very satisfied and quite exhausted (no wonder people did this in bed; it made you so sleepy!) Before she fully conked out again though, the image of Adam’s body floated up again, Sio blushing with realization.

‘Wh-What the hell...why am I think about him now, i-it’s not like I want to see him naked or to, to...do that...to me...ugh, must be because I was chatting about him with Asao-san, that’s why...’

She pulled the covers up resolutely and forced herself to go to sleep, trying desperately to ignore the burning in her cheeks. ---- “Good morning love! Goodness, did you sleep too late again? Those bags under your eyes will become permanent at this rate,” the blonde tsked as the sniper rubbed her eyes and let out a huge yawn.

“A-Ah, uh, B-Beckham-san, you—”

“I thought I told you, call me ‘Jess’—”

“Right, Jess-san, er...”

“—Another late night gossiping with your friend?”

“Ah, Gandhi-san—”

“Oy, what’s with the chatter?!” All three stopped talking as their leader walked into the kitchen, hair still tousled. “And for the love god, could you two put on some damn clothes?!” He glared at the two, one of whom was walking around in knickers and the other who was completely shirtless, much to Sio’s chagrin. “This ain’t a uni dorm...”

“Such a prude, Adam...you really need to get laid, love.” The blonde teased much to their leader’s chagrin but went to change, as did Mahesh, Adam blushing and grumbling all the while about how it’d been barely a week and already they were devolving into a couple of degenerates.

“O, Ohayou, Jack-san...” The sniper steeled herself now that it was just the two of them, doing her best to not look at anywhere even remotely close to his body; the events of last night were still fresh in her mind, and she certainly hadn’t forgotten the weird tingles she felt every time she even thought about him.

‘Just play it cool, Sio, it’s not like that meant anything; it just means you’re attracted to a muscular body, that’s all, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s him...’

“Hn? Oh, mornin’ squirt...” The silver-haired man gave a slight glance her way, before opening the fridge and grabbing out breakfast items. “You eat already?”

“Not yet...I-I mean, I was just gonna eat some toast and jam—”

“—want eggs with that?”

The sniper’s head shot up. “E-Eggs? Ye—I mean uh, I...um, if it’s not too much trouble...”

“‘S fine, since I’m already making some for myself.” With a practiced hand he cracked two eggs simultaneously, Sio watching in amazement as he skillfully flipped them. “So, how d’you like your eggs?”

“Uh, sunny-side up, please! But a little less runny.” Her eyes continued to stare, however, Adam smirking a bit as she let out a small noise of wonder.

“What’re you so excited about? They’re just eggs.”

“Ah! It’s just, I’m impressed, Jack-san...you really do know your stuff. Like, you cracked those with only one hand, just like they do on TV!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious; it took all his willpower to not just smile back at her, though that didn’t stop his heart from thumping loudly in his chest. Seriously, what was going on? He couldn’t possibly...well, like her, could he?

‘Like’ has many connotations...it doesn’t have to mean romance...

“Well, practice makes perfect, squirt. You could give it a try if you want,” he cast her a glance, but the girl only laughed nervously.

“Maybe some other time...trust me, you don’t wanna know how I did in my home ec classes...”

A few minutes later there were two plates stacked with eggs, toast, jam, and (in Adam’s case) a couple rashers of bacon and small ramekin of baked beans.

“Uwaa!! This looks so delicious! Ittadakimasu!” The smell of a perfectly fried egg on top of crisp, buttery toast... Sio let out a hum as she happily munched her breakfast, the weird libido-lust thing all but forgotten. “Now I know for sure, you’re really good at cooking, Adam. Did your mom teach you?”

At that comment Adam paused mid-bite, but the sniper didn’t notice. “...You could say that. She taught me the basics, and I...just practiced a lot on my own.”

“Oh? So is like, cooking one of your hobbies, then?”

“...Not particularly. I don’t mind it, but I became good at it out of necessity, more than anything else...” Suddenly his voice became melancholy, and the sniper wondered if she said the wrong thing, again.

“...Oh. I-I’m sorry, I uh...didn’t mean to...pry...” She awkwardly took a sip of her tea; the silence was deafening, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Eh; it’s fine. I don’t talk about it, because...what’s the point,” Adam sighed, scraping up the remaining beans and spooning it onto his toast. “I mean, when you’ve only got your mum lookin’ after you an’ no other family...you grow up pretty quick.”

“Ah, Jack-san...” Before she could say anything else however, the other two members finally returned, thankfully dressed this time. As Jess and Mahesh set about getting their own breakfast, she quickly excused herself to go help Adam with the dishes.

“Here, why don’t you let me load them? I can do it now, thanks to you...”

He gave her a curious look, Sio unsure of how to decipher that expression, but the next thing she knew he nodded in thanks and left her at the sink.

I wonder...if something happened to him in the past. Though Adam didn’t anything else after that, just from that one sentence Sio knew now that Adam grew up with a single parent, and no other siblings—or other close relatives, even. Perhaps that was why he was such a loner; it was always harder to open up to others when you spent so much time relying on yourself.

“Need some help, Sio-chan?” She looked up and Mahesh and Jess were carrying their plates to the sink. “Thanks for cleaning up, by the way; believe me when I say we appreciate it!”

“Oh, it’s no big deal...I mean, we’re gonna be here for a while, so might as well help out.”

“You are just too sweet!” The blonde practically crushed Sio into her generous bosom, and the sniper instantly stiffened. "You deserve a reward—”

Those lips. That tongue. Almost mesmerized, Sio just stared as Jess drew closer, but then...

“—Oh!”

Sio blinked, not quite sure what just happened. It was as if her body reacted on instinct, her arms pushing Jess away just before they could make contact, and now both she and Mahesh were staring at her with bewildered looks.

‘Oh boy, I’ve done it now...still, here goes nothing...!’

“Look, Jess-san. I...I get that’s how you show affection—a-and maybe you Europeans are more used to it, but...I don’t like it. It...really makes me uncomfortable when you just...get so close to me, all of a sudden...s, so, s-so...” Her arms were shaking with fear, but the need to say what she really felt was even stronger. Asao was right; she couldn’t stay silent forever and hope that one day people would be able to magically read her mind. She needed to take the initiative, no matter how awkward it made things.

“So...please, don’t...do that to me. Please...” Her voice wavered and the sniper could feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t back down now. “Please...don’t just, suddenly grab or, touch me like that...I don’t like it at all. And same goes for you, Gandhi-san; I don’t like guys who are so aggressive like that.”

And before either of the two could say another word the sniper fled up the stairs into her room, her courage finally depleted. ------ “Cooking as a hobby, ‘ey? Heh, why not, squirt...” Lo-fi hip-hop was streaming through the headphones, Adam absently checking his email (for once) while relaxing to some music. It’d been nearly a week since Command dropped the bombshell on them, yet the platoon had adopted to its civilian lifestyle with almost shocking speed. Sure, he still had to make sure everybody was keeping up with their training, and once a day he personally checked in with either Saint-Germain or the Commander herself, but other than that it was surprisingly...chill.

Well, aside from random incidents such as seeing Jess waltz around in black lace knickers, and Mahesh’s annoying habit of not putting on a shirt unless he had to. And oh yeah, that first night where Sio blindly walked in on him just as he’d gotten out of the shower.

The squirt... Sio Ogura. His fingers stopped typing as the petite girl crossed his mind. She was different. Unique. At first, it was easy for him to dismiss her as just another newbie who was in way over her head, but she’d proven to be surprisingly capable in their last few missions.

‘An’ now she wants to learn how to keep house...how cute.’ Adam snorted lightly to himself, but it was rather adorable watching the girl stumble her way through learning how to use the washing machine, and loading a dishwasher. He had to admit, the girl was stubborn and intuitive; even if it felt like she was missing a screw or two in the common sense department.

Maybe she wasn’t as much of a squirt as he initially pinned her to be. ‘I probably shouldn’t keep callin’ her hanninmae...but what else should I call her? Sio?’ He frowned; that was a little too personal, and if he remembered correctly, Japanese people generally didn’t appreciate strangers calling them by their first names.

That had to be earned.

“Like a certain someone, ‘ey?” He muttered to himself. Adam didn’t miss the fact that he was the only holder whom she addressed by his e-gene name, instead of his real name. Truth be told, it pissed him off that Jess and Mahesh just casually used ‘Adam’ whenever they wanted, but it was too much trouble to bother correcting them. Besides, whenever he did, it usually went in one ear and out the next.

He sighed and shut the laptop. “Might as well go check in on them...” Stretching, he shuffled to the sniper’s door, and was just about to knock when heard a sniffle. “Huh.” He leaned closer and put his ear to the door.

She’s crying. Startled, and without even thinking Adam opened the door, the sniper whirling around in bewilderment at his sudden intrusion.

“Oy, what’s going on? Are you all right?”

“E-Eh?! J-Jack-san??” The sniper hurriedly wiped her eyes, but it wasn’t enough to get rid of the the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“U-Uh, um...I—wait, wh-why are you in my room?”

“Uh...” Shit. Good question. Adam wanted to say that he heard her crying and was concerned, but she might take it the wrong way. ‘Actually. she definitely would take it the wrong way.’

“I, I uh, just wanted to check if you finished your training yet, but I heard you crying—I-I thought you hurt yourself or something—I—” He fumbled wordlessly for something, but even his Jack the Ripper couldn’t think of an excuse for this situation. “A-Anyway, sorry about...barging in like that. Guess we’re tit-for-tat, eh?”

“O-Oh...I, it’s...you don’t need to worry about it, Jack-san. I-It’s—I can handle it myself...I’m, fine...”

Adam raised an eyebrow, gently making his way to the side of the bed. “You sure about that, squirt?”

“I-I, uh...” The sniper stuttered and looked away.

“Hey, look; I, uh, know I’m probably not the most approachable guy, but I’m also your squad leader. And that means if there’s something botherin’ you, I’m more than willing to listen.” Adam slowly rounded the corner, sitting the built-in reading bench by the window. “An’ I’m not just sayin’ this ‘cause I’m the leader. If you wanna talk about it...I’m all ears.”

The sniper hiccuped a bit more, grabbing a tissue and hugging her knees to her chest, but still didn’t face him. Adam waited patiently until the tears seemed to have stopped.

“W, Well...it’s, m-more like, i-it has to do with, the other two...N-Newton-san and Gandhi-san. U-Uh, y-you know how both of them are alway so, so...touchy-feely,” Adam made a low rumbling noise at this, “s-so, earlier I, b-basically told them I didn’t...appreciate that, a-and, and...” the sniper squeezed herself into a tighter ball, if possible. “I, pushed Newton away...b-but, I didn’t mean it like that, I wasn’t trying to hurt her or say that I hated her, but I just didn’t want to be that close, and—”

“—You didn’t do anything wrong.” Adam’s low tenor cut through her anxiety-babble. “That’s on them, for not respecting your personal space...” Oddly enough, he felt as angry as he’d ever been—even moreso than his usual irritation at their tiresome antics. If it was just him, then fine; he could brush it off, but the fact that not only was Sio been so bothered by it, but she felt guilty about telling them off...

“I, I know that...b-but still, I...don’t want them to think I, hate them or anything like that...” The girl finally lifted her head, eyes now red and puffy from crying. “I, still think they’re good people...I just, don’t want them to keep getting so close to me like that...” Before she could go into another round of waterworks Adam was handing her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted.

“Honestly, it’s about time we addressed these issues. Especially if we’re gonna be living together for the next few weeks, I can’t let this keep happening. Hell, you’ve got more balls than me; you actually said something, where as I...just shrugged it off.”

At this the sniper looked up in surprise. “R, Really? Y-You, never told them you...don’t like it, either?”

Adam barked out a laugh. “Heh...surprising, isn’t it? Yeh, I’m surprised myself, honestly...can’t say exactly why I never did, except I figured it probably wasn’t a good idea t’ get all wound up with someone whom was going to be working with indefinitely. I don’t know...” he leaned back into the cushions, eyes closing in some lost memory. “Perhaps it’s because I figured, if I could put up with it, then maybe it’s better to do that, instead of protesting...” Adam shook his head. “Who knows. I guess to be honest, deep down, I’m someone who’d rather not rock the boat, you know what I mean?”

Whoa. He was much different than her initial impressions, for sure. Sio never would have guessed that Jack the Ripper—no, Adam Muirhead, was actually much more reserved than she thought. Not to mention the fact that, just like her, he preferred to stay quiet and bear the burden, instead of speaking out.

“Mn...I, definitely get that.” Before she knew it Sio quirked a small smile. “Heh, wow, I...I didn’t know we had similar thoughts...”

Adam returned the smile, and to her dismay the sniper felt her cheeks blushing. “The things you find out when we’re not in battle, right? Anyway, don’t beat yourself up. It’s high time we cleared this up; I’m gonna call a meeting tonight. Don’t worry about feeling awkward; I’ll handle it, and if they make a fuss—well, let’s just say I’m not above using my authority to make sure they stay in line...”

Sio nodded, though she sincerely hoped it was just a matter of misunderstanding and ignorance. The last thing she wanted was to strain the relationships between them, and who knew how that would affect their performance in battle.

“Also, squir—I mean, Ogura,” her ears perked at the sound of her real name, “er, it is all right to call you, that, yeh?”

Her heart started drumming in her chest and that strange warmth was flooding her body again. “O-Oh, of course! Th, thanks, Jack-san...”

“Cool. Anyway, I’m sorry you had to go through such a beastly thing, but...I’m grateful you told me about it. You really are something else, aren’t you?”

“Ah...” Those wide maroons stared at his back, Sio now shyly clutching her pillow. “Th-Thank you, Jack-san...not just for doing something about this, but...thank you for listening to me. I really appreciate it...”

Adam felt his face grow warm. “...You’re welcome. Oh, and uh, one more thing,” he paused at the doorway, “my name is Adam. My real name is Adam Muirhead.”

“Then...thank you, Adam-san.”

#documentation #//heuuurrurur #//wow #//haven't been on a roll in so long #//its GOOD

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paladin-kai · 6 years ago

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I put this in the tags of the cute art with hunk delivering his wrapped-up burritos with kosmo but i’m really into it now, so:

#this was so practical. i loved it #i needed 500% more road trip practicalities #in the show #i couldve watched three seasons of them just figuring out #how to live in their lions and going thru a bunch of road trip tropes and bonding moments and finding ways to kill time

space wolf transporting everyone into black for their weekly m&m games (keith pretends not to care but actually ends up getting really intensely into it and secretly looks forward to every time they play)

hunk trying to teach romelle and allura and coran how to cook earth-style food, and they in turn try to teach hunk some classic altean dishes to mix up everyone’s menu as the months go by

UGH can you imagine it’s like, hunk’s birthday at some point and they’re so low on food supplies that they realize they can’t make a proper cake for him, but all of them try to come up with various solutions and they just end up making this giant mess of a thing that tastes and looks terrible and hunk cracks up over it

pidge and lance staying up late to play video games in green, going mad because they cannot get past this one boss level

coran and allura doing various small maintenances on the lions, coming to terms and healing over all that’s physically left of their altean roots

romelle doesn’t know how to act around shiro at first, but they both have bad nightmares that they don’t want to talk about, so sometimes they’ll both be awake when no one else is, just sitting alone in their lion’s cockpits, and shiro will make tea and have kosmo bring some to romelle and that’s how she gets comfortable with him.

pit stops on various minor planets to gather supplies and sight see!

like, stopping at dingy alien pubs and bustling street markets where they can stay off the grid and not draw too much attention to themselves

and buy NEW CLOTHES. omg outfit changes?? can you imagine lance trying to help keith shop for clothes, i mean

speaking of, did allura grab her fancy diplomatic dress from the castle?? i’m pretending she didn’t, and at one point she falls in love with a fancy new dress while they’re out shopping, but the shop owner is rude to her or something so she leaves heartbroken, and the paladins surprise her later on by revealing they bought the dress for her anyway, oh my heart.

omg what if one of the offbeat towns they stop at has a voltron play like in atla??? COME ON

if anyone ever gets really sick, they’re allowed a whole lion to themselves to rest in peace and quiet, and everyone takes turns checking in on them and bringing them warm compresses and soup.

whenever they all get cabin fever shiro makes them get in their space armor and fly around outside their lions for a while

music playing through their shared comm systems, of course

allura trying to get keith to let her give him a haircut. everyone else lets her give them trims except frickin keith and it drives her nuts

romelle makes lance teach her some fighting moves, which his ego goes crazy over

krolia sneaks some hard drinks aboard and convinces shiro to get in on a binge with her late one night and they both get a little too drunk and lost in reminiscing and try to hide their hangovers the next day

keith insists everyone get up early to run drills and then accidentally sleeps in one time and no one ever lets it down

i can imagine a bunch of them always wanting to stop and provide help to whoever needs it, but their side missions keep slowing them down on getting back to earth and that causes tension and differences in opinions amongst them

allura pierces romelle’s ears parent-trap style

every few weeks, like once everyone is impossibly rank, they have to find some sort of planet with public showers or a river or whatever and everyone has private bathing time, but it’s always a group effort to wash all their clothes and the animals, and everyone is always in a much better mood afterwards

coran tries to get everyone to do yoga with him

i can literally go on forever.

#voltron s7 #i'll try to think of more later

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pantheonofdiscord · 7 years ago

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For Lack of a Better Word

Part 4/24: Anecdoche noun 1. a conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Lately, Sam and Dean seem to stop talking the moment Castiel enters the room. He’ll be pacing the halls, or he’ll approach the library or the kitchen, and he’ll come upon hushed voices that stop abruptly when he draws too near. At first Castiel dismissed the sudden silence, chalking it up to coincidence, but the fourth time it happens he knows it’s intentional. They’re talking about him, but not to him. They’re walking on eggshells.

Castiel can hardly blame them. Over the last month he’s spurned their offers of company and almost entirely kept to himself. He spends his time in his room, reading and writing, and remains mostly silent during meals. Sam and Dean’s attempts to bring him into conversation are more often than not met with flat disinterest, or occasionally outright hostility.

It’s entirely possible they’re all suffering from cabin fever. Sam and Dean haven’t gone out on another hunt since Castiel’s fall; Dean spends the majority of his time in the garage, claiming to be enjoying the ‘vacation,’ but Sam seems to be keeping himself busy by poring over books in the library. On the rare occasions Castiel has enquired after his purpose, Sam turns evasive and leaves the room.

So his friends have taken to talking amongst themselves instead of trying to talk to him. Castiel imagines they’re discussing what to do with a useless fallen angel, and it’s with a bleak kind of acceptance he wonders just how much longer they’re going to put up with him. Being human has hardly made him a good roommate, and certainly not a better friend.

After a week of this, Castiel has resolved to try and broach the subject. He waits until after dinner – spaghetti tonight, made from a recipe Dean claims is ‘secret.’ Sam is surfing his phone and Dean is starting to clear up the table, but instead of disappearing back to the comforting solitude of his room, Castiel remains in his seat, fidgeting with his fork.

“You’ve been talking about me,” Castiel starts. He keeps his eyes down.

There’s a few beats of silence. Clearly, neither of them had expected Castiel to speak.

“When I’m not in the room,” Castiel says, sliding his thumb along the handle of the fork, “you talk about me. You stop whenever you see me.” He finally looks up.

Sam clears his throat uncomfortably, and his right hand comes up to rub at the back of his hair.

Dean, however, looks right at him. He sets his jaw. “Kinda the only option when we can’t talk to you.”

“Dean –” Sam tries, chastising, but Dean ignores him.

“You can talk now. I’m listening now,” Castiel says quietly.

Dean scoffs. “Oh, well it’s nice to have your permission.”

Sam turns around to glare at Dean. “Hey, c’mon.”

“No, he’s right,” Castiel says, and Sam looks back at him again. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

There’s another pause as Sam and Dean lock eyes for an entirely silent conversation. Eventually, as Castiel’s anxiety seems to reach its limit, Sam speaks. “Well, that’s kind of what we’re talking about.”

“That’s what we’re trying to talk about,” Dean says pointedly, narrowing his eyes. “Sam’s got some pretty dumb ideas though.”

“Oh yeah, and you’re the master strategist here, Dean,” Sam says, anger instantly flaring in his voice. “You’re the one with the sensible plan.”

Dean takes a step forward, eyes still zeroed in on Sam. “Screw sensible, what has sensible ever gotten us? My plan’ll work, Sam. Yours will get one or all of us dead.”

This conversation has not at all gone in the direction Castiel was expecting. “What are you talking about?” he asks.

Sam and Dean turn to him, blinking in surprise. They both seem to have forgotten he was there.

“We’re talking about getting you back, Cas,” Sam says, as though this was obvious. “About getting your grace back.”

Castiel blinks, but he can’t speak.

“Yeah, and Sam wants to try some freakin’ spell out of a book so nasty Rowena wouldn’t touch it, and I’m telling him that’s fucking nuts.”

Sam stands from the table and plants his hands on his hips. “And Dean wants to go in guns blazing and torture it out of some angel, like that’s ever worked for us before.”

“I chose this.”

“That’s the only thing that’s ever worked for us before, Sam. Ever! Name me one time one of these magic tricks has ever gotten us what we wanted.”

“Uh, how about any one of a dozen hunts over the last decade and a half?” Sam all but yells. “How about getting rid of the Mark?”

“Oh yeah, that turned out well.”

Castiel clears his throat and tries again. “I said I chose this, Dean.”

Sam drags a hand down his face. “Dean, we’re in no shape to go in against Heaven right now. We’re a fighter down –” he gestures to Castiel without looking at him “– and we got no clue how to get a hold of an angel who can help.”

Pacing now, Dean waves an impatient hand. “Shit hits the fan, we do what we know, Sammy. We get us an angel, doesn’t matter who, and we figure it out.”

“The book lays it all out, Dean, we can do it the right way, the safe way this time. Why risk it?”

They keep fighting, shouting over one another, debating plans that Castiel can take no part in. Both of them are digging their heels in, stubborn as only Winchesters can be, but it turns out that it doesn’t matter in the least. All this time, all these weeks, and neither of them have been paying any attention.

“Stop,” Castiel shouts. “I said – just listen.”

Silence falls instantly. Both Sam and Dean turn to Castiel in frozen surprise. Again, they seem to have forgotten him.

“I don’t want this,” Castiel says.

Dean stares. “Hey, we’re tryin’ to help, here. We want to fix this. You’re not happy, Cas.”

“No, but –” Castiel breaks off, lost. Adrift. “Sam, Dean. Listen to me. I chose this.”

“You chose this.” Sam turns to Dean, unsure. “You want –”

“I chose this,” Castiel cuts in, more to himself than either of the others.

Dean takes a step forward. “You want this. This whole hiding in your room, ignoring us, wasting away, crappy human life.”

Tears prick at the corners of Castiel’s eyes, and he sways a little on his feet. “I chose this,” he repeats. He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince.

“Cas –”

The fork drops to the table with a clatter, and Castiel leaves the room.

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#destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #castiel #dean winchester #panfic #lol remember when I said each chapter would be under 1k #lol #floabw

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dailykhaleej · 5 years ago

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COVID-19: UAE expert tips to protect children from coronavirus, preserve immunity

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Dubai: The novel coronavirus illness, COVID-19, appears to be giving children a large berth by way of problems. COVID-19 circumstances worldwide have crossed the 1.5 million mark, claiming over 89,000 lives – as of the time of scripting this story.

Whereas children are usually not immune to getting contaminated by the virus, most reported circumstances are asymptomatic and delicate. That is extensively being attributed to their immunity, which has been all the time stronger and extra resilient than adults.

Nonetheless, there have been a handful of deaths which, although very uncommon, might fear mother and father. We requested a UAE-based physician for her expert opinion and tips on preserving children protected – bodily and mentally.

Dr Rania Ayat Hawayek, Specialist Paediatrician, Medical Director and Founder, Circle Care Clinic and Dyson ambassador answered our most pertinent questions.

What makes children’s immunities stronger than adults?

Why are children at a decrease threat of getting signs?

Children have a sooner cell regeneration fee, and if there’s any harm to a cell of their our bodies it will probably restore a lot better and sooner than in adults. Their our bodies have been topic to far much less free radical harm, their lungs are more healthy, they usually haven’t been consuming extremely processed meals like adults.

Children’s lungs have far much less receptors that the cytokine proteins attributable to the virus…

– Dr Rania Ayat Hawayek, Specialist Paediatrician

Additionally, they haven’t been uncovered to many years of site visitors fumes, air pollution and second-hand smoke, so on the whole, their lungs and our bodies are cleaner and more healthy.

Extra particular to COVID-19 is the truth that children’s lungs have far much less receptors that the cytokine proteins attributable to the virus can latch onto and end in probably critical respiratory problems. This implies they don’t seem to be affected by the respiratory points that adults are inclined to – making them at decrease threat for having extreme signs of the virus.

I’ve to go away dwelling for work

How can I hold my children protected when stepping outdoors for work in an important sector?

For folks who’re nonetheless going out as a result of they’re in one of many very important sectors there are a number of precautions, they’ll take to hold themselves and their households protected upon their return:

• Follow correct social distancing. Don’t instantly hug your children when returning dwelling till you have got taken the mandatory precautions, together with washing your palms totally

Illustrative picture: Do not hug children if you get dwelling, clarify the measures to them

• Assume the garments you put on are contaminated after you come dwelling, so change straight away and the place you possibly can, wash them instantly

• Take off footwear and go away them outdoors in a single day, then clear them earlier than you carry them in

• Put on disposable masks and latex gloves when going outdoors and throw them away as soon as at dwelling. Don’t use the identical masks and gloves once more for they could comprise remnants of the virus in case you have got come throughout an individual with signs

• For these in direct contact with COVID-19 sufferers, resembling healthcare professionals, it’s higher to self-isolate away from the family. If that isn’t attainable guarantee you’re all the time sporting full protecting put on at your workplace

• Set guidelines throughout the family while you’re at work – for e.g. social distancing earlier than dealing with and accepting deliveries, guaranteeing children wash their palms ceaselessly and if they’re stepping out for an emergency ensure they’re geared up with masks and gloves too

Does food plan assist in defending our children?

Which meals gadgets ought to they be consuming proper now to construct resistance in opposition to signs?

A great food plan is essential to defending our children and even us as adults. That’s the reason it is vitally vital to preserve an organised construction day-after-day to proceed to enhance immunity as a preventative measure. Consuming vegatables and fruits is essential, and given the restrictions proper now, it requires us to ahead plan when ordering our groceries to guarantee we all the time have loads of recent fruit and greens at hand.

Moreover, under are a number of the components you should add to the organised routine:

• Children want to keep nicely hydrated, particularly now when they don’t seem to be enjoying outdoors and never feeling very thirsty indoors. Hold their vitamin C consumption excessive. It’s higher if that is via recent fruits however when you’ve got a toddler who’s a fussy eater then dietary supplements are an excellent different.

• Vitamin D can be vital as we’re all spending rather more time indoors and away from direct daylight. Deficiencies of Vitamin D have been linked to decrease ranges of immunity, so do present your little one with a dose of 800IU a day, which is double the traditional day by day dosage of Vitamin D.

• Zinc can be vital in boosting immunity. Among the best sources is nuts. If they don’t seem to be allergic to Brazil nuts, grinding three brazil nuts a day into your little one’s meals is a good way of getting their day by day requirement of Zinc into their food plan.

• Sugar will increase the danger of catching infections, so ensure your loved ones is lowering their consumption of sugar.

Enhancing indoor measures

What measures ought to we take indoors, as well as to sanitising environment?

Enhancing your indoor environment is essential in your children. Now that there are extra family members at dwelling on the identical time, it is important to be additional cautious on the way you clear and rid your house of germs and micro organism.

Deep cleansing permits you to take away dangerous mud from the setting. Correctly sort out mud by washing any tender furnishing gadgets – pillows, curtains, cushions and throws. Different gadgets, resembling mattresses and couches, needs to be cleaned utilizing a strong, absolutely sealed vacuum cleaner with acceptable attachments.

Moreover, take a look at methods to enhance indoor air high quality. The air in our houses can comprise plenty of substances together with mud, germs and micro organism, pet dander, allergens, gases together with unstable natural compounds (VOCs), NO2 and benzene. Now’s the time to put money into an air air purifier that has twin, HEPA filters that may seize pollution, gases and viruses within the air.

Making your house freed from pollution will assist in preserving good immunity in children.

Psychological well being and speaking to children?

What recommendation would you give with regards to safeguarding children’s psychological well being, given the the strict security measures taken by the UAE?

I might advise mother and father to preserve a routine with their children. Children reply nicely to having an ongoing schedule, so that they go to mattress on the identical time and have a construction to their day. Being too versatile of their day-to-day actions tends to make children a bit of insecure and that’s the place they’ll attempt to battle routine and deal with the present scenario as simply an prolonged trip.

Dad and mom ought to keep away from listening and watching the information about COVID-19 and discussing the damaging features of it in entrance of their children. Children take in an awesome deal and rather more than we understand. It’s higher to have a dialog with them concerning the present scenario in easy phrases and ask them what they suppose is occurring.

Picture used for illustrative functions: For children their psychological well being is dependent upon how safe they really feel and that is dependent upon how safe their mother and father appear to them.

For instance, my three-year-old son is aware of he can’t go to his grandmother due to the virus, however as soon as that’s cleared, he can see her. On this approach he is aware of it’s due to the virus and never as a result of she doesn’t need to see him. There may be loads of nice digital content material about COVID-19 that has been made for children, which de-mystifies the virus and helps them to higher perceive what’s going on.

Cabin fever: Do children like being indoors?

Children are very adaptable and actually, take pleasure in being indoors. For a lot of of them it’s the first likelihood to be with their mother and father all day, day-after-day.

I discover that it’s the mother and father that have a tendency to get extra of the cabin fever than their children. I might encourage mother and father to make their houses into massive play areas and be inventive in a approach that actually engages with their little one’s creativeness.

For instance, excite them with an indoor treasure hunt by drawing out a map of your house, after which cover the ‘treasure’ elsewhere every time. Alter the problem relying on their age.

For children their psychological well being is dependent upon how safe they really feel and that is dependent upon how safe their mother and father appear to them. So long as you possibly can put a smile in your face, preserve a structured day, and behave usually, they are going to be completely satisfied.

Additionally, don’t really feel pressured to break home guidelines due to the scenario. Be agency with them: when crucial, a no is a no; children get their power and safety from regular and wholesome parenting.

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hakuyamazakisensei · 7 years ago

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Hi sweetie If you are still doing the ship meme, could you do Yamazaki x Chizuru? Have a nice day =)

Yay!!! I love Yamazaki and Chizuru! :D

General:

How long will they last? They are both the type to really commit, so forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? It took a while to recognize what it was they were feeling.

How was their first kiss? Shy, but it grew pretty quickly to a more heated affair

Wedding:

Who proposed? Yamazaki…and he was nearly too nervous to speak, but it did it!

Who is the best man/men? Shimada

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Sen

Who did the most planning? Sen and Chizuru, though in reality….it was mostly Sen ;)

Who stressed the most? There was an equal amount of stress…LOL!

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

As the heiress to the Yukimuraclan, Sen made sure Chizuru had a wedding befitting her station. Yamazaki was abit…daunted, but he complied.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kodo and Kaoru…Yamazaki is not one to begrudge someone a special thing like this, so even though he…isn’t fond of Okita, he would never shun him.

Sex:

Who is on top? It’s a shared thing…in the beginning, it was Yamazaki, but after things became a little less new, it was pretty even between them

Who is the one to instigate things? Again, in the beginning, it was Yamazaki, but Chizuru does feel comfortable enough with him to instigate, too, once she’s become accustomed to the whole thing.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

They’re actually pretty active…Forone, Chizuru has learned it’s great stress release, and she definitely wants torelieve Yamazaki’s stress ;) and two, Yamazaki does like to show his creativeside in bed, much to Chizuru’s delight

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

I think it would take a littlewhile to get to that point, but eventually, I believe they would be a bit more risquéthan some couples. Again, this is solely based on my idea of Yamazaki being abit…different behind closed doors. Since he can “let his hair down”, so tospeak…I believe he does…in unconventional ways :D

How long do they normally last? It depends…some nights it’s just an hour or so…at other times, they can make love until morning.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Absolutely…half the fun for them is getting a response from the other

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

While Yamazaki does like to try newthings, he cannot bring himself to be rough with Chizuru. I don’t see herreally enjoying rough treatment here, either.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Most of the time, they cuddlebefore falling asleep. On some occasions, though, Yamazaki needs to clear hishead a bit and he may go out on the veranda to think while Chizuru sleeps

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Two, a boy and and girl

How many children will they adopt? -None

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - They typically share, though it’s not 50/50…Chizuru gets the 60 while Yamazaki gets 40.

Who is the stricter parent? -Yamazaki, absolutely, though he does try to see the child’s side before scolding in most cases. He remembers how it felt to be ignored as a child and definitely wants his children to know he listens

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -Both, though the split is more 60 Yamazaki and 40 Chizuru.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?Chizuru deals with lunches, though Yamazaki does remind her the night before, sometimes-

Who is the more loved parent? They are loved equally…This question always bothers me :P I can’t imagine an unequal love unless the parent is an ass…Since none of the Shinsengumi boys are asses….it’s equal ;)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? They homeschool…Yamazaki is certain he can teach them just as well and prefers to keep them home.

Who cried the most at graduation? - They had an at-home ceremony, and Chizuru did choke up a bit, but no tears

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Chizuru…Yamazaki learned from Saito that lessons are learned better when consequences are enforced

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chizuru, though Yamazaki is okay at it. He just doesn’t enjoy it that much

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Yamazaki…he’s a health nut

Who does the grocery shopping? It’s generally a 50/50 split, depending on who is less busy

How often do they bake desserts? Chizuru bakes a couple of times a week

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Typically more veggies than meat, but a bit of everything

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -Yamazaki…He’s pretty romantic at heart, even if he does hide it most of the year.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Chizuru, when she sees that Yamazaki is getting cabin fever from being the stay at home dad

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Neither…they’re both competent

Chores:

Who cleans the room? They both clean

Who is really against chores? Neither…they both rather enjoy the cleanliness and find it soothing

Who cleans up after the pets? -Yamazaki was adamant that the children clean up after their own pets

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? -Nobody…

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chizuru…she wants everything to be perfect

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? -Nobody…they’re too fastidious :D

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Neither really take long baths, though Chizuru will on occasion

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -Again, Yamazaki has the children care for their own pets…it teaches responsibility….

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -For all the main holidays…They both rather enjoy the holidays

What are their goals for the relationship? -To live long, happy, cherished lives

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -Neither…this is an early rising household

Who plays the most pranks? Yamazaki has his moments, typically with the children

#ship meme #yamachi #yamazaki susumu #yukimura chizuru

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tisfan · 8 years ago

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In Which I talk about Allergies

It’s a metaphor, but also the truth

Okay, I’m going to lay out some stuff for you... about Dead Dove fic and monitoring your own environment. And I’m going to couch it in terms of People could DIE. Everything I’m about to say is true.

The joke around my house is “welcome to the H*** Household of Deadly Food Allergies.” It’s both a joke and it’s fucking not a joke.

Because in my house, we are: allergic to pineapple, shellfish, iodine, peanuts, treenuts, ibuprophin and possibly kiwi (we had a reaction to that once and noone likes kiwi in my house enough to risk it a second time)

These allergic reactions range from vomiting and hives all the way up to closed throats and high fevers.

These allergies could kill us (with or without medical treatment. We could die before being treated.)

Every single one of us has some sort of life threatening allergy. (When people ask me why I only have one kid, my answer is “do you think I fucking want to add Soy or Gluten to this goddamn list??”)

Every single one of us also has a lesser allergy that will make us damned uncomfortable, but probably won’t kill us. For instance, my face will swell up like a bitch if I have ibuprofen, to the point where I can’t see because my eyelids are swollen shut. I have to get a steroid injection to calm it down, and it’s still like 2-3 days before I look normal again.

Our house is a safe space.

You don’t FUCKING COME IN HERE with peanuts, treenuts, pineapple or shellfish (or in the epic fucking case of my idiot brother, kung pao shrimp. I made him take that shit to the dumpster uneaten and I do not give a royal fuck how much it cost him.)

Other Places, particularly public

The school has peanut-free classrooms, as well as some others. Snacks brought into the school should be checked for contaminants. My child has no choice about going to school. Your kid’s peanut cupcakes for their birthday party are a choice.

Airplanes: No Nuts would be nice, even if you’re not sitting near me. The air is circulated in the cabins. That can kill someone sitting in an entirely different section of the plane.

Food labels: I read them OBSESSIVELY. I know our allergies. I know all the secret little things that our allergies can hide under. I will get very sick taking Tums, for instance, because “assorted fruit flavors” and “natural fruit flavors” can sometimes contain pineapple juice. (it’s a crapshoot, sometimes it’s grape or pear or apple or whatever is cheaper, and they don’t want to tell me, so I just don’t risk it.)

Private Spaces

If your house is NOT a safe space (my friend uses a walnut shell cat litter) then I appreciate KNOWING in advance so I can make informed decisions about my child’s LIFE. If I decide, based on your information, that we cannot safely come over, this is not your fault, and I don’t mind. I’m happy to spend time with you elsewhere, and it’s not personal. That’s just not a safe place for me.

I also appreciate it, if we’re going out to dinner, that you not order pineapple or peanut things and sit near me. Certainly if you’re going to eat those things and I’m around you, do NOT touch me. (Be considerate, too, of the fact that shellfish still in its peel will splatter!! This is called Cross-contamination and can still KILL US.) If this makes eating together an unpleasant situation for you, I understand that. You don’t like anything but peanut butter and shellfish sandwiches with pineapple upside down cake. Great! I think you’re a wonderful person and I’m never ever having dinner with you!

Respecting other people’s choices

Because I have food allergies, I try like hell to accommodate everyone. If you’re coming over to my house for a meal, I will ask you a week in advance “do you have food allergies or preferences” and then I will make sure there are options for you. Gluten-free? I can do that! Vegetarian! Got you covered, babe! Onions/tomatoes/garlic/beans/and like 15 different spices? (yes, i have a friend whose husband has a TON of food allergies) great, can you give me a recipe that I can make for you that you know is safe? And do I need to get a new cutting board, or is it okay that my board’s had onions on it, but it’s been through the dishwasher??

Understanding that being in public is an inherent risk

My daughter rides the bus. She also participates in the robotics club and apparently their end of year party had a significant amount of what she calls “death food” like peanut butter cookies. Because it’s just not important to other parents to care, or her teachers to remember to mention it.

I go to the park. (if anyone’s really interested, I’ll tell you the story about the frog) I also go shopping and you have no freaking clue how much pineapple juice is in your goddamn hand cream. Holy shit people!

My husband goes to dinner with his co-workers at business meetings and they all decide to go to a seafood place.

We accept that there are risks to being in public. We can’t control that environment at all. We do our best to mitigate them, but we’ve all had reactions from cross-contamination. We have epi pens and 911 on speed dial.

I eat food in restaurants, accepting that cross contamination can happen (note: Cherry naan is bad for me. I have no idea why, but it is). I poke at most food carefully. I ask if I don’t know. I don’t drink ANYTHING without knowing what it is (apple cider sometimes has pineapple juice in it? WTF??? WHY???).

My daughter NEVER puts anything in her mouth without getting reassurances.

(my husband has an utter loathing for my step-mom who categorically refuses NOT to eat shrimp or crab meat around him and has on more than one occasion tried to hand him a shrimp cocktail.)

But, in the end, they’re our allergies and we’re the ones responsible for our own lives. Are you culpable if you’re told and you ignore us? think that we’re lying for attention? that no one when you were growing up had allergies, and there are just helicopter parents who want to feel special? or you simply can’t remember because it doesn’t affect you? Or you just really like peanut butter and why am I food shaming you?

So, there’s my rant about safe spaces. And remember that in the end, I am responsible for my own safety. And if I chose not to trust you again after you put pineapple in a fucking chicken salad?? WHY? WHY would you do that? I mean, I don’t understand that, at all.

#safe spaces #trigger words #food allergies #metaphors that are not metaphors #tisfan is a masochist

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lunakinesis · 8 years ago

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What Was Left Behind

April 17th

School was cancelled today! Dunno what for, mom woke me up just to tell me not to bother getting up. Thanks, mom (not!). I'm pretty glad since school's so far away I usually have to be up and ready to go when it's still dark. Price you pay for some fancy private school. Gonna spend the day playing Mario Kart. Mom said she was meeting dad. I wasn't really listening but it's weird, I'm sure dad had work today. Maybe they're meeting for lunch or something? Sucks that she didn't invite me then. Leftover mac'n'cheese it is then.

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April 18th

School's still closed. Guessing there's probably some major repairs or something, never heard anything about a strike. Pretty weird. Though it could be the boiler. It's always the boiler with stuff like this.

Hang on, can hear hammering downstairs.

Um... Dad's boarding up all the windows? Didn't ask him why, he didn't seem to be in a good mood. There's a crapton of shopping bags in the kitchen too, been there since yesterday. Dunno why Mom hasn't unpacked them yet. Guess a bad storm's coming.

Must be why school's closed.

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April 20th

Dad boarded up the doors too. Real thick, heavy pieces of wood. How bad of a storm could it be? Mom's been going up and down the stairs, saw her carrying all those plastic bags from the store. Shouldn't that be going down in the basement if a storm or twister is coming?

I'm scared to ask them, they've both been pretty snappy and just kind of off recently. I guess they could be anxious or whatever, but it's just so weird.

Shouldn't the storm have hit now?

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April 23rd

I don't know what's going on. Mom and Dad brought just about everything they damn could upstairs. Dad started SMASHING the stairs. We're stuck up here, it's like they've both gone fucking crazy. I asked what the hell he was doing and he didn't answer me. Mom told me to go to my room, that they'd explain soon.

I watched them bring the furniture up. They used the couch and armchairs and half the damn house to make some kind of barricade at the top of the stairs

What the hell is going on?!

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April 26th

Dad put blinds up at my window, matches the rest of the upstairs now. He told me to part them enough to let light in if I needed it, but never fully and to never take them down entirely. The neighbours must think we're going nuts.

Or they would if we ever saw them. Usually Marie's mom comes around three times a week to have coffee with Mom but I haven't seen her. Or anyone. You'd think they'd come over to ask if things were alright after seeing the house all boarded up. Everything's so quiet. I've only heard a couple of cars. No kids playing, no barking dogs or neighbours talking. Not even the mailman or an ice cream truck. The family across the road seems to be the only one's going about their business. I heard Mom and Dad whispering, Dad called them 'crazy idiots' and Mom said something about 'getting themselves killed.'

Just what is going on?

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April 28th

I know. I know what's happening now. Everyone else probably does too but I'm writing this still just in case, and just for a sense of normalcy. If I can have that anymore. I haven't really been sleeping. Neither have my parents. One of us always has to be awake anyway. We're safe. But there's always a chance we couldn't be.

I saw them. Yesterday morning. Thought it was just someone drunk staggering home at first. Until I got a good lookk at them through the blinds. They looked like roadkill. That's the best way to put it: Foot hanging off, clothes torn and bloody, skin all discoloured and chunks of flesh missing all over their body.

I thought I was seeing things but then more and more started flooding down the street. The silence was broken by them. The sounds they make... God, it's going to haunt me for as long as I live. Grunting, groaning, snarling... like deranged wild animals.

Mom heard them too and she pulled me away from the window and shushed me. She didn't pull me out of my room fast enough for me to avoid seeing those things shatter the neighbour's windows.

I heard the screams.

I don't want to think about what happened.

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May 1st

Haven't written in a while. Haven't had the focus. Everything's gone to shit. Power went out yesterday; thank god we have plenty of battery and crank-powered lanterns and flashlights. Dad had the sense to fill the bathtub and sink in his and Mom's en suite and the main bathroom before the water stops. We've filled everything else we can too, there's plenty of soda as well at least.

We've started doing our business in a bucket. Too scared to flush the damn toilet to get rid of our shit in case those things hear. For things rotting to pieces, they sure do have good hearing. Dad throws it all out into the backyard from the guest room window after checking to make sure none of them are wandering around. They haven't noticed we're here yet, we keep the curtains and blinds tightly closed at night and just barely have the blinds open during the day.

I'm lucky my parents were smart. Were prepared. We have supplies to last years providing neither those things or other people find us. My dad heeded crazy news stories like the over-prepared, paranoid nut he's always been, it's saved our lives. More than I can say for most of my neighbours.

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May 3rd

I saw them. Our neighbours from across the street. The Stephensons. Or what's left of them. They looked like a pack of hyenas had been fighting over them. Bones showing, flesh and skin hanging and flapping about.

I took a peak out of my blinds when I went to get some books from my room and there they were, shambling around their front yard. Or Mr. Stephenson was anyway, his wife was out on the street, chasing after a bird that had long since flown out of her reach.

They had a daughter. She was only three years old. If this is what those things did to her parents, I can't imagine there's anything left of her.

My stomach flips just thinking about it.

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May 7th

I'm sick of the taste of spam.

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May 10th

Mom cried all last night. We might be safe in here so far, but being confined to the upper floor of our house leads to some cabin fever. We expected relatives to come trying to find us, but no one has. The realisation of what's probably happened to them is finally sinking in. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins... Most of them are probably dead or worse, roaming around eating anything in sight. We can hope at least one of them is safe somewhere, or at least alive.

But it's a slim, fruitless hope. Grief's hit and Mom isn't doing so good. Dad's quiet. Real quiet. Always has his gun and a baseball bat with him too. Watching and listening in case our safe haven is breached. I don't like to think about that.

But I do have to wonder if we'll always be safe here. Will this nightmare ever pass. More and more of those monsters swarm the streets. I don't even know how many people are left alive. A gigantic swarm of them passed by last night. I don't know how none of us screamed.

We couldn't see them, but god we could hear them. A cacophony of shuffling feet, bangs against cars and their haunting, blood-chilling groans. It was deafening, there must've been hundreds of them, mindlessly marching in search of food they don't even need.

I don't know how this started, how the government did nothing about it... if they're doing anything about it now. Shit, that's if there's anyone left to do anything about it.

I'm probably going to die in this house. Mom, Dad and me. If those things don't get in, we'll starve to death waiting for a heroic rescue that won't come even years from now.

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May 15th

Heard crying for help outside. The guilt I feel for having to ignore it to keep my family safe is eating me up.

The cries died down to screaming and gurgling. You can't be loud, they hear everything. You'd think people would get that by now.

They didn't eat all of her. She got up and walked away when they were done. Her intestines were hanging out.

I threw up.

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May 19th

One stumbled into our backyard today. Dad couldn't throw the shit bucket out. House stunk as bad as I imagine those rotters do.

Mom slept all day. I don't think she's doing too good. Nothing Dad or I do consoles her. She barely talks to us, barely reads or plays games. Me and Dad have to take turns taking watch since we're worried Mom might space out or fall asleep.

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May 24th

Mom's gone mom's gone mom's gone mom's gone mom's gone mom's gone. MOM'S GONE.

She took Dad's gun when we were asleep. He only shut his eyes for a minute. He was so bone tired. We've only been shut in here a month. I don't know why she'd do this to us. We were safe. We were together.

Those things heard and they've been gathering outside.

Dad put Mom's body in the guest bedroom. There's blood everywhere. There’s bits of Mom everywhere.

I'm scared.

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May ?

Banging and groaning. Banging and groaning.

All day, all night. Stuff my ears to sleep but it's so loud. I hear it in my dreams.

Scared I'm going to wake up to one of them standing over me.

Mom's starting to smell.

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June ?

So hot. House stinks of rot. From Mom and those things. Still there. They don't give up. They don't get tired, they don't need to sleep or breath or drink or eat. Even though they eat us.

Being as quiet as I can. Dad too. He sits with his gun trained on the upstairs hall. Watching and waiting. The glass downstairs shattered days ago. Don't know which room. But it's boarded up good and tight. Don't know how long the wood will hold out.

There's so many of them out there.

It's awful but. I hope someone passes. I hope someone makes a noise. They'll leave then. Go on to where they can find more prey.

Dad and I will be safe then.

Don't know what we're going to do about Mom.

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June -

THEY'RE IN THEY'RE IN THEY'RE IN THE WOOD SNAPPED.

CAN HEAR THEM CRAWLING THROUGH THE WINDOWS, SNARLING AND CLIMBING OVER EACH OTHER.

CAN'T GET UP THE STAIRS BUT THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM.

DAD GAVE ME THE BASEBALL BAT. DON'T KNOW IF I CAN USE IT. I THINK I SAW MARIE OUT THERE BANGING ON THE WINDOWS DAYS AGO. WHAT IF SHE'S STILL THERE?

I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN DO IT. EVEN IF IT'S NOT REALLY HER ANYMORE.

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June -

Dad had to shoot. They were climbing over each other to get up the stairs. Noise drew more of them. I can't hear myself think or their endless snarls and moans. All day. All night.

Can't sleep. Head hurts.

Mom stinks. The smell of them all made me sick. Covered in my own puke.

Dad's running out of bullets.

How could you do this Mom? You've killed us too.

They're starting to climb over one another to get up the broken staircase. Massive writhing worm of rotted bodies. Dad's crying. Shooting them just brings more but he can't risk hitting them down in case one grabs him.

He's giving me a knowing look. I think I know what he's planning. I'm so scared.

But this is better.

I don't want to be one of them.

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March 3rd, three years after the end of the Walking Plague.

I am merely a witness to the clearing programme, a writer following along to document the actions of soldiers and civilians who volunteered for this duty, and to write of all traces of those who once lived in the many places we liberated from the dead.

This journal was found amongst the ruins of a town during the military clearing process. The possession of an adolescent and thus, not so thorough or factual as scientific, medical or government documents, but of equal importance. This and the countless artefacts like this have given us a glimpse into humanity following the outbreak. They let us remember them and their suffering. Let us remember what we have lost and what we must never lose again.

The journal was found tucked away under a bed, on top of which were the largely skeletal remains of a woman. Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head, we can gleam from the journal entries that this was pre-infection. A sorry case, or in her despair she doomed her family where they might have all lived. Such tragedies were commonplace throughout that eight year struggle.

The body of the father was found on the floor of the same room. He too lost his life to a gunshot wound to the head, from the final journal entry this seems to have been self-inflicted, done to avoid becoming one of the undead. Most of his soft-tissue was devoured after death.

One thing has been troubling me greatly. There were no traces of the family's daughter.

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