#goes straight to the pharmacy

[thenarrativefoil]

needed a refill on the cetirizine prescription I've been on for 3 years now and the doc's nurse had the audacity to prescribe a single month's supply (I usually get 3 or 6 month supplies) and say "make sure to come in for your next appointment"

like???? I'm not???? allowed to take my medication if I don't come in for an appointment????? the medication that is available in every pharmacy, and is one of the most commonly stolen drugs bc of its prohibitive cost and wide availability????? i am doing the medical system a FAVOR by getting these drugs the "correct" way and they wanna act like they can take away my right to this nessecary medication???? the fucking AUDACITY on these bitches.

also!!!!!! I had to beat the office up to get this appointment!!!!!! IT'S NOT A NESSECARILY SCHEDULED APPOINTMENT CHECK IN, IT'S BECAUSE I'VE DEVELOPED BED-RIDDING JOINT PAIN, DAILY RASHES, AND EXCESSIVE FORGETFULNESS. WHICH THE DOCTOR DID NOT INITIALLY TAKE SERIOUSLY. AND HAS NEGLECTED TO DO *ANYTHING* FOR ME IN THE T W O M O N T H WAIT TIME TO GET INTO THIS FUCKINGGG APPOINTMENT.

for the past THREE YEARS this prescription has been automatically refilled by the office every 3-6 months. what the FUCK changed.

[sergle]

yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason

side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.

and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.

[shinyvibrava]

love when both my doctor and pharmacy are completely worthless, it’s extremely cool and awesome

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[transfaguette]

god apparently Walgreens has a policy where employees can refuse to complete a transaction if it goes against their moral or religious beliefs…like lets get this straight a pharmacist can refuse to give a customer their prescribed medication because they disagree with it. and technically theyre supposed to hand it off to another employee. but this doesnt always happen. literally leaving people without condoms or contraceptives or HRT or any number of things because the employee simply didn’t want to. Incredibly ghoulish policy that has no right to exist. I’m sorry if you work in a pharmacy and can’t do your literal job because its too “morally challenging” for you, you should not have that job!

[taojjang]

𐙚 riize's favorite thing to do with you

pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff, warnings: they down bad fr

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♡⸝⸝ times he feels happiest by your side

shotaro . . . shopping with you!

taro truly loves spoiling you— whether with new jewelry or a bunch of kisses, he always has something to give you. he often finds excuses to go spend money with you. for instance, you could mention that you really like chocolate and he'll respond, "let's go for some ice cream!" he just loves giving you everything you want :( and that's why he loves your late-night convenience store runs!

the second you tell shotaro you want a snack, he's already grabbing his car keys and telling you to put on your jacket. when you arrive at the convenience store, taro runs straight towards your favorite snack and tosses two of them into the basket. "is there anything else you're craving, honey?" whatever you look at, he puts it in the basket without even looking at the price. in his mind, the smile that you give him when you're eating snacks together is priceless <3

eunseok . . . lounging with you!

eunseok is a simple man, it really doesn't take much to satisfy him. something about the lazy days he spends with you always makes him feel so comfortable. he loves those saturday nights when he comes home from work and you're welcoming him with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. but he loves sunday mornings even more.

he loves waking up with you resting on his chest, not having to turn off his alarm or push you off to get ready for work. if you hadn't woken up and forced him to freshen up, he'd lie there for hours, falling in and out of sleep with you cuddled against him. after brushing your teeth and eating a quick snack, eunseok would drag you right back to bed so he could lie beside you while you finished your overdue tasks on your laptop. he'd occasionally get up to grab a snack for the both of you, but for the most part, he'd play his silly mobile games while you pat his head with your free hand. simple days like this make him feel so happy to be yours.

sungchan . . . eating with you!

sungchan is always so worried about you. the days when he's too busy at work to come and see you, he's texting you every hour to ask if you've eaten yet. he just wants to know you're taking care of yourself when he isn't there to do it himself :( which is why he's always ordering so much food when he comes to your house.

"thank you, baby... but i don't think i can eat all of this." you mutter looking down at the 6 containers of takeout. "it's fine princess, you can eat the leftovers tomorrow." sungchan melts into a giggly mess once you start eating. he loves how adorable you look when you eat <3 so much to the point where he'd buy you every single one of your cravings just to see those cute chubby cheeks :(

"you're so adorable, princess~ how is it? should i order more?"

wonbin . . . dressing up with you!

whether he's going to a fashion show or the grocery store, wonbin has to look good wherever he goes. it's almost sickening having to wait 40 minutes for him to get all dolled up just to grab toothpaste from the pharmacy. but you've got to admit, it's quite fun helping him pick out his outfits. one thing you should expect from helping him out is having to join him in his fashion frenzy.

wonbin loves matching outfits with you! before you leave the house, he'll go into his closet and find a comfy sweater that matches his outfit. but instead of wearing it, he hands it to you. "baby, try this on." you always love wearing his clothes since they're so stylish and cozy (not to mention they smell like him too). he finds it so adorable when you twirl around in front of the mirror, asking him "is this one okay?"

"you already know what i'm gonna say, baby. you're so beautiful!"

seunghan . . . singing with you!

seunghan is truly a passionate man. even on his days off, you catch him dancing in front of the mirror, working tirelessly to ensure he has the choreo down before he goes to work the next day. but when you catch him singing, it's almost mesmerizing. when you walk by the bathroom and hear him singing in the shower, you can't help but press your ear against the door in hopes of hearing him clearly. his voice is incomparable to anything you've ever heard.

he could say the same about yours. the first time he heard you singing a song he'd been practicing, he stopped dead in his tracks and let nothing take his attention away from you. you never believe him when he tells you you're good at singing (i mean, he's literally THEE hong seunghan), but he won't stop telling you how lovely your voice is. he loves your voice so much that his ideal date is singing his heart out with you in the karaoke room! he loves how adorable you look jumping around and singing your favorite song while he's cheering you on. you could never forget how he looks up at you with so much adoration sparkling in his eyes. he adores you more than anything else in the world.

sohee . . . playing with you!

sometimes you get a bit annoyed by how often sohee plays video games. it's so exhausting watching him spend all of his time at his computer when you just want cuddles :( he typically takes a break after a few rounds to grab a snack, but you're always lying on his bed with those sad eyes and a pout, waiting for any bit of attention from him. "hi pretty girl, you okay?" you shake your head. he stands up to stretch and walks to lie beside you. "let's play together." he can't help but laugh at your sudden mood change when he suggests spending time together.

sohee sits against the headboard and you immediately find a spot to sit between his legs, the back of your head resting on his chest. he hands you a controller and lets you pick a game to play. even if it's a game he doesn't like, he always engages in the gameplay and makes sure you have enough fun to forget how upset you were just a few minutes ago. you always giggle knowing your pout always gets you what you want. you truly are his soft spot <3 the two of you play for hours; screaming and laughing at each other until you grow sleepy. once you tell him you're tired, he'll take the controller from your hand and turn off the tv. he'll pull the blanket over you and hold you closer to his chest.

"let's play again tomorrow, hm?"

anton . . . cuddling with you!

to anton, there's no place that's more comforting than your arms. with every hug, he feels like he's falling deeper and deeper in love with you by the second. he never knew someone could feel so much like home. his hugs are always so passionate; wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hiding his face in your neck, savoring every moment of you. every hug drowns you in such addicting warmth that you can't get enough of him. nothing could ever top this feeling. well, except for cuddles, of course.

after a long day, all you truly need is to be held by your big teddy bear. lying down beside anton, he immediately turns to you and rests his head on your chest. beginning to run your hands through his hair, you tell him how exhausting today was and how badly you missed him. he leaves a soft kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you, closing the gap between the two of you.

"you're with me now, love. just focus on me."

[rkvriki]

how they realize they are in love !

hii!! i've been so inactive but classes are kicking my ass and i've been struggling to hold myself together lolz. anywaysss i hope you enjoy this little idea i got :D

make sure to leave feedback ! my requests are open and so is my talkbox so let's talk !

WARNINGS ! mentions of insecurities, making out in jakes one, not proofread sorry jrehkdk

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LEE HEESEUNG !

— goes out of his way for you

heeseung had this day off but you two made no plans since you had work to do and you really needed to get it done. heeseung was getting ready to go eat out with jay and jake when he received a call from you. when you told him you were sick with headaches and a runny nose, he wasted no time telling the boys he couldn’t make it and ran straight to the closest pharmacy he could find on his way to your house. he picked some soup and the best medicine for your symptoms and went straight to you. when he reached your door he stopped a moment to catch his breath before ringing the door bell. there you were opening the door wrapped in a robe and a red nose from blowing it so much, still heeseung smiled as he saw you. he had you laying down in the bed as he spoon fed you the warm soup and gave you medicine. after a while you fell asleep cuddled to his chest, heeseung not caring if he was gonna get sick or not. he was looking down at you and just started thinking about the things he would do for you, making his heart flutter. seeing you like this made him realize he wanted to do this as many times as he could, he wanted to take care of you for the rest of his life and hoped you would let him do so.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG !

— starts daydreaming about a future with you

when you and jay started dating, he knew that, as cliche as it sounds, this time was very different from his previous relationships. something in his subconscious gave him that feeling and he had no complaints. he always knew he wanted to take this for forever. no one had ever made him feel like you did. he found himself thinking about you when you weren’t there and sometimes he let his mind wander a little further from reality. he started by imagining little things such as your first big trip together or future big events in your relationship. as the time started passing he started imagining an actual future with you, he wondered how he would propose to you, would it be in the beach you always go to or in the garden where your dates almost always happen? He daydreamed about seeing you in a big flowy white dress in a beautiful wedding venue or you dancing in front of your guests as you looked at him and him only. he knew this weren’t just silly lovesick thoughts, he really wanted that to happen and he was gonna make sure they would become his reality.

SIM JAEYUN !

— when you kiss

jake always knew he was a sucker for skinship with his partners. he feels the need to constantly be touching you in a way or another, be it kissing, cuddling, hugging or just you holding his pinky as you walk side by side, he just needs to feel your skin on his. he loves the comfort your touch gives him, it makes him feeling fuzzy inside. he loves how you slowly get closer to him when you are both sat on your couch watching tv just to cuddle him. he loves when you get closer to him in your sleep unconsciously. his favorite is when he is doing something and you get on your  tippy toes and reach for his lips to give him a peck. so when you both are on your bed making out, his hand cupping you face gently and his thumb softly rubs your cheek, he pulls away breathless, watching as you look up at him with your doe eyes that don’t match your swollen lips, red from all the biting he did, he feels his heart skip way too many beats. this feeling is foreign to him but he likes it and he almost immediately knows what it is and he leaves you confused when he starts laughing and pulls you in a hug, crushing you in his embrace.

PARK SUNGHOON !

— finds comfort in you

sunghoon had a little bit of a hard time starting to express his emotions to you. he was never one to tell people about his worries and things that are bothering him. when you started dating you were afraid that this would affect your relation since you were a strong believer that communication is the key for a healthy and prosper relationship. you thought that maybe you weren’t showing him that you were there for him and to listen to him, but that changed when one day he ranted to you about something that happened during work and was really letting him down. since that day you reassured him that you were there to listen whenever he wanted and was ready to talk to you. there were days where he got home and said nothing and just laid besides you finding a place in your arms. like today was one of those days, he laid down in your arms as you comfortingly scratched his head, making his eyes flutter shut. suddenly you hear him sniffle, making you turn your head down at him right away. he starts laughing and crying, leaving you confused not knowing what was going on. sunghoon knew what was happening, he finally found home, a home in your arms and your comfort.

KIM SUNOO !

— starts admiring the smallest details about you

sunoo knew the moment he first saw you, you were one of the prettiest people he’s ever met. the way you seemed to have this halo around you, making everyone around you become instantly smiley as they saw you walk in. he loved every single thing about you, he loved every single mole you had and he really loved your smile and how contagious it was. sometimes he found himself observing you doing little things and he always found new details of your to appreciate. he noticed the way your nose slightly scrunched when you made a typo while typing away in your laptop as you worked, noticed how your head twitches a little when you forgot something or how you do this cute bunny nose twitch when you sleep. sunoo often found himself thinking about these details when he went to bed, smiling as he closed his eyes, ready to sleep, but his mind tricks him, not letting him fall into a deep slumber, as it drifts to the image of you, making his heart flutter in his chest. whe he felt first this he was scared, he had never felt this before and he didn’t know what it was, until he realized it happened when he thought of you and he started liking how strong it felt. he smiles to himself when he feels it, hoping that it last forever.

YANG JUNGWON !

— introduced you to his family

jungwon never introduced any partner of his to his family if he had any before you. he never felt like it would be worthy since he never felt like they would last. when you met you clicked instantly and he knew you were gonna be meeting Mr and Mrs Yang, he just needed to wait for the right moment. It was only after almost a year of dating that you met them. It didn’t take that long because he was unsure of doing it, no, it was mostly you avoiding doing it. you were afraid of how they would react. would they like you? what if you mess up in front of them? insecure thoughts filled your mind, but won constantly reassured you you were gonna be just fine and you only realized you had nothing to worry about when you actually met them. Jungwon loved seeing you interact. he found himself smiling unconsciously when you were talking to them or his sister, he knew he wanted to see those interactions more. the moment he realized he really wanted this to be frequent was when he found you playing in his room with maeum after he came back from the bathroom. he observed you from the door, your back turned to him but he could still see what you were doing since you were on the floor. his heart did flips in his chest and he had to bite his smile back, taking a mental picture of this moment.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

— feeling slightly jealous or possessive 

niki was still new with relationships, you were his first serious one, only having little high school romances but nothing too serious, the most he had done was holding hands. when you started dating he wanted to make it serious, he really liked you and he made sure to show you that he did and you did the same. you were his first everything, niki swore he would never forget the way he felt when you first kissed him, something he scolded himself for not taking the big step, making you do it. still he was grateful you like him enough to do it, even if he wanted to be the one indulging it. niki was a little insecure. he knew his job didn’t allow him to go out a lot with you and sometimes he found himself thinking if you were ever gonna get tired of this lifestyle. he knew you were young and had a lot of things to experience and he didn’t want to hold you back from doing it. his biggest fear is you finding someone who can do the things he can’t do with you, since you always need to have your dates at home seeing that his privacy is very limited. one day you asked him if he wanted to meet your friends which he obviously accepted because you talk about them non stop. you all met up in a quiet cafe not wanting to risk being seen with him. niki felt a certain uneasiness when he saw you being really chatty with this one friend and his thoughts got the best of him. he didn’t know why he felt like this, was your friend better than him? do you enjoy their presence better than his? he knew that this wasn’t coming out of nowhere, the fear of losing you was real and it made him want to crawl into a hole and not think about it anymore. you noticed his change of behavior and reminded yourself to talk about it with him later, ending up in a cute confession.

[mugiwarahostclub]

Some of the one piece men as boyfriends

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤluffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ shanks, bartolomeo editionㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ female reader ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤone piece world setting

— LUFFY

He'll interact with you the same way he does with his closest friends, but he would probably be careful when he carries you around just like he does with Robin. You'll have to initiate every hugs and kisses, cause he'll only jump on you and hug you first if you two haven't seen each other for a month or more. Over all, I think he'd treat you as a bestfriend rather than a lover, trying to make you laugh, making you the first person he shows random things to, etc.

Y/n: Hi Luffy~ Happy 3rd anniversary!

Luffy: ... Eh? Anniversary?

Y/n: Wh- Luffy, we've been dating for 3 years now...

Luffy: Yosh ! Anniversary ! Let's have Sanji cook *stretches himself to kitchen*

— ZORO

This guy values man codes or whatever, so he'd probably be the type to show affection towards you through actions, not words. Sick? Would quickly find the nearest pharmacy and give the medicine to Chopper. Hungry? Would kill the largest fish present and give it to you, it's up to you to cook it though. Sad? Well, he's not very good at comforting and will just end up telling you about the harsh reality of the world, then give you some wise advice afterwards like most grandpas do.

Y/n: Love you, Zoro

Zoro: Hm *cooly smirks with his eyes closed*

Y/n: ... I love you, Zoro

Zoro: *continues to smirk in a cool way, still staying silent cause he knows that you're aware deep down that he loves you back*

Y/n: Man.. just say it back

— SANJI

Boyfriend material. Would gladly simp and swoon over you. Sanji likes to make every woman feel like a princess though, so he'd still fanboy over girls and treat them well too. He would immediately reassure you after complimenting/serving a girl in front of you. Kissing them is where he'd draw a line. I mean, I would hope so.

Sanji to a random woman: Oh, your hair is just lovely~

Sanji: A-ah..! *quickly stands next to Y/n* Of course! Your hair is very lovely as well, Y/n! Oh~♡⁠ how the faint scent of your welcoming shampoo just wraps me around and— (he goes on for a few minutes)

— ACE

He'd be a supportive and loyal boyfriend, affectionate and would recklessly fight anyone who'll drag your name in the mud. Though he'll tell you a lot of stories about his little brother Luffy even though you didn't ask for them. If Luffy's around, he will probably not spend as much time with you like he'd normally do.

[ Y/n and Ace on a date ]

Ace: and then.. Luffy ran away, so me and Sabo also ran away! Hahahaha!

Y/n: Ahahahaha.. that's sooo funny... (has heard that story a million times already)

— LAW

It'll be hard to communicate with this guy, he's not the type to say what he's feeling at first. Though, as his feelings build up inside of him, he'd just eventually burst it all out soon in an angry manner. He'd probably give you physical affection with a straight face if you asked for it. I think he'd watch over you closely from time to time, walking up behind you just to tell you if something could damage your health. He won't force you to take care of yourself, but he will say 'i told you so' when you later suffer the consequences.

Y/n: *grabs chocolate from the fridge*

Law: *comes up from behind out of nowhere*

Y/n: Wha-? Law??? Where did you-?

Law: Chocolate at midnight is not very good... *walks away*

— SHANKS

I think he'd be a cute and shy boyfriend when he's sober. When he's drunk, maybe he could be a bit more honest with his feelings. Goodluck getting this guy to spend more time with you though, cause he'd probably use him being a captain as an excuse to not give you affection, when really he's just shy. He only tells you that he loves you when he's about to leave.

Y/n: Shanks! Let's go on a date!

Shanks: *blushes* .. oh.. haha, sorry Y/n, captain stuff-

Y/n: What? but you just got here

Shanks: Gotta go! Bye! *is already in a distance* Love you!

— BARTOLOMEO

Your relationship will consist of you, him.. and his unhealthy obsession with the strawhats.

Bartolomeo: Y/n, have you seen my limited edition Luffy figurine?!?!??

Y/n: Honey, it's 2 in the morning.. go back to bed....

Bartolomeo: ITS LIMITED EDITION, Y/N!

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[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 (3)

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Armando and Raven are sent into the headquarters of their target but while there, things take a shift regarding their current relationship.

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: Hey friends!! Thanks for all the support, this is long I'm so sorry. Requests are also open so drop some!!

It turns out that being cool with Armando means not speaking to him. They’d been in Puerto Rico for three days doing no-contact surveillance. Strictly stake-outs and distant gathering of intel.

Raven and Armando hadn’t spoken to each other once.

They practically avoided each other, both having their own separate reasons but all in all, it made for a rather tense environment for everyone involved. However, tonight that didn’t matter, they were finally going into the club owned by Nigel Kahhliq. Turns out the big bad wolf really was in Puerto Rico, and he held a large monopoly here. His main attraction being Casa Bella. A nightclub that garnered major business from locals and tourists. If shit was going down, that was for sure the headquarters of it all.

And guess which two lucky people got to actually go in and make contact.

The neon strobe lights bounced off the walls of the packed club. Bodies pressed together as people maneuvered through the junction of those dancing wildly and others who were just standing around. Raven was stationed against the bar; Armando was somewhere roaming around the crowded place. He split from her the moment they walked in. She understood he was possibly still upset with her, but this was a mission for Christ sakes, a little communication goes a long way when you're in a king pin's den.

Despite her frustration, she was at least happy she looked great. She'd gotten with Kelly to perfect her look for the night. Being the only women on the team created a bond between the two. Her golden hair was bone straight instead of holding its usual curls. Her body clad in a backless mini dress, a high slit traveled up her thigh exposing her tattooed skin. She certainly looked the part of a woman out for a good night. Hell, it took an hour to do her makeup, so she better.

"Hello beautiful, what are you drinking tonight?" Raven who was scouring the crowd eyes snapped over to the man who approached her.

He was a sleezeball.

Either way, she was playing a roll, so she flashed a smile despite her internal eyeroll. "I'm a lemon drop girl, you buying?" She took a quick once over of his body noticing the flashy jewelry and expensive clothes he wore. He was clearly apart of whatever was happening in this club. "Hm, you sure you don't want something a little stronger?" He smirked, holding up a bottle of already opened Don Julio.

The fuck?? No way was she drinking out of that open bottle. He could have a whole pharmacy in there for all she knew.

Her brown eyes darted around for Armando who was again, nowhere in fucking sight. "Hey, you don't hear me talking to you. Do you want the drink or not?" The man stepped forward. Not enough to be boldly aggressive, but enough for Raven to sense the impending tension. "No, thank you though. I'm not really an out of the bottle type of girl." The man laughed. "Look, sweetheart, don't be a prude. Just take a sip." He began to pull the cork from the bottle stepping closer.

Before Raven could respond and promptly tell him to fuck off, she felt a muscular arm wrap around her shoulders. "¿Tenemos un problema, mami?"

Armando stood beside her, a protective pull gluing her to this body. "Nah, we don't have s problem man." The sleaze ball responded. "I wasn't talking to you. I asked her. Is there something I need to handle here, baby."

Raven glanced up to Armando, her high heels somewhat closed the height difference between them, but he was still taller. "No, he was just leaving, right?" Her eyes averted back to the male. A taunting smirk present on her glossed lips watching him began to retreat.

The sleaze ball, who was now not so tough quickly denied there being an arising issue. Armando hadn't once looked away from the male, shooting daggers at him the entire time he held Raven close. Even when he pulled her in a bit further to place a kiss atop her head.

"La próxima vez que mi señora te diga que no, la respuesta es jodidamente no." He spat at the man who simply ticked his jaw and walked away.

After the man walked away, Armando pulled Raven on to the crowded dance floor. "What was that ab-- what are you doing?" Her brows furrowed when the male turned to her, pulling her in whispering into her ear. "If we're gonna be a couple we need to look the part. Plus, I think that fucker works close with Nigel, I need you to scope out the scene for me, little blackbird." He graced with her new nickname.

What the hell was going on here??? Since when was he talking to her all of a sudden, and since when did he smell so fucking good.

Raven didn't respond, only nodding. Armando slowly turned her around, pulling her hips flush against his as they began to dance to the rhythmic music. Armando couldn't deny that Raven looked amazing. Her face was beautiful, but God damn her body was amazing. Looking down, he had a clear view of her ample breasts that his palms were itching to squeeze.

Speaking of his hands, they were caressing her exposed thighs, slowly sliding up until he felt the curative of her thighs and ass meeting. Raven's hips rotated backwards, while his moved forward. Their bodies moving in unison to give the illusion that they were two people who were madly lusting after each other.

"Look at this shit here." Marcus spoke as the team watched the monitors from outside the club.

Meanwhile, Raven was doing her best to ignore the intense throbbing between her legs. This man was engulfing her. From his intoxicating scent to the feel of his soft yet firm hands sliding along her body. One of those hands now being situated loosely around her neck as he titled her head back whispering to her. "You know little one, you sure are a firey one." She could feel him smirking against her hear, she could also feel him sporting major wood against her ass but hey, that would be discussed at a later time.

"Are we here on a mission or are we here to chit chat about our butting personalities." Her attempt to shoot back at him was semi successful. Even with the loud blaring music, there was still a very audible tone of yearning in her voice. "Raven. Look up at the balcony and take note of what you see." How he was able hold such a focused and serious tone in this moment, she hadn't the slightest idea, but she did her best to follow his orders. Somehow, she managed to fight through her lustful haze and stared up. They were right, the sleaze ball was positioned on the highest balcony with Nigel. They whispered back and forth to each other, seeming as if things were heated.

Throughout all of this, Armando nor Raven had stopped their sensual; dance. Raven took note of every little detail she could make out, including the others around them. They'd clearly sensed someone staring because they both turned to focus their sights from above on the young "couple" who were practically fucking on the dance floor. I mean literally, Armando danced as if he wanted to bend Raven over right then and there and move her thong to the side.

Raven quickly averted her eyes; but Armando took this moment to kick it up a notch. While one hand was still stationed around her neck, the other slid up the front of her dress to give her right breast a nice squeeze.

"Did she just moan?" He thought to himself as she pushed back further into him.

Turning her around, they met each other with two pairs of big brown eyes. One of Armando's hands found its way to her slender waist, while the other trailed up her back to the nape of her neck. Yes, they were playing a role in this club, but oh was it a role they were both enjoying.

Maybe a little too much.

Armando's warm breath brushed against her ear when he leaned down to speak to her once more. "I know how we can get more information on him, let's get back to the others...but first." He cut himself off as he took a small fist full of her hair, tugging on it gently so that she'd be forced to stay in place. This alone made Raven want to melt into him. "Don't you ever call me a drug dealer again, I'm more than that. From now on, we respect each other. Do you understand me?" His accented thickened at the assertion in his voice.

Fuck, was she getting a glimpse of the Armando everyone had once been so afraid of? This entire night he'd shown a level of aggression she'd never seen from him. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't a major turn on. Afarid that her next works would come out as another embarrassing moan, she opted to simply nod. Acknowledging that she'd heard him loud and clear.

When they broke apart, he still held her hand to lead her out of the club. Raven however was still in a bit of a haze. What had just happened between her and the man she swore hated her?

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

Tenemos un problema, mami? - Do we have a problem, mama?

La próxima vez que mi señora te diga que no, la respuesta es jodidamente no - The next time my lady tells you no, the answer is fucking no.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 86

do any of yall ever have like. an Evil infodump? where instead of endlessly word vomiting about a thing you love and are very informed about, there is a thing you are equally well-informed about but hate with a passion that you cannot hold back in conversation?

i do :')

(I'll put it under the cut for the curious because I think it's important and i cannot be stopped but also i'm not kidding the facts are infuriating)

SO. "Homeopathic" is often interpreted as sort of a vague synonym for "natural," or "organic," but it's actually related to a system of alternative medicine that means something Very Specific.

There are two main principles behind the practice of Homeopathy.

"Like cures like." This is the idea that, for example, if you have a headache, taking a veeeery small amount of a substance that is known to CAUSE headaches will cure that symptom. I understand where people fall into this flawed idea, as it sounds very similar to the principles behind, say, vaccines, or antivenom. But it isn't universally applicable in this way. An herb isn't a virus. But even if it was, a Homeopathic preparation of that herb would not have any effect on the body because of the second principle.

"Water has memory." This is the idea that water is able to "remember" any substance that it has had contact with. This is also not true. Molecules don't really have any way to store information like that, and even if they did, well... What would that information do inside our bodies? Would our cells have any way to interpret and process that information? What would they do with it? It's all rather nebulous and it seems like more of a spiritual claim than a scientific one. Which is fine, but is not medicine.

So, with these principles in mind, the process of creating a "Homeopathic Preparation of [insert substance here]" goes a little something like this: You take a dropper and put one drop of your active substance in a container with a hundred drops of water. You then take a drop of that mixture, and put it in another container with another hundred drops of water. You continue this dilution process until there is, quite literally, a near-zero percent chance that your mixture contains even a single molecule of your original active substance (depending on the level of dilution believed to be best for the substance in question. Typically, a higher dilution is considered more potent.) So it is, by this point, literally just a vial of water.

This vial of water is what is then sold as a "Homeopathic preparation of [substance]." OR that water is used to compound a batch of sugar pills, or gel capsules, or tablets, whatever format is being offered. Regardless, the composition of the tincture is literally just water and ~*vibes*~.

And they sell these vials of expensive vibe water! At!!!

THE PHARMACY!!! WITH LIKE THE IBUPROFEN AND ALL THE OTHER REAL MEDICINES!!! AND NO BIG WARNING LABELS THAT SAY, "THIS CONTAINS NO ACTIVE INGREDIENTS AND IS BASED ON VIBES ALONE," OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!

In fact! In the US they are able to advertise that they have been FDA approved! (FDA approval of dietary supplements is not the same as FDA approval of actual medications. In the context of supplements, approval just means they've proved it won't just kill you straight up, and thus you're allowed to sell it.) And, well. It certainly won't kill you! In fact they often also advertise things like, "It's natural!" and "No harmful side effects!" and "No risk of overdose!" and it's all technically true! BECAUSE IT'S JUST WATER! LIKE I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH HOW IT'S LITERALLY JUST WATER!!!

Anyway. Please keep this in mind the next time you are offered a homeopathic remedy, or see one advertised in the store, or hear your antivaxxer auntie bragging about the fact that her kids all got a "homeopathic" alternative to their MMR shots.

IT'S! JUST! VIBE WATER!!!!

[the-bofurin-digest]

Toma Hiragi: Casual Headcanons

Casual Headcanons

~ Its said he likes rock, so I'm going to throw him into the more old school rock with a mix of some of the newer stuff. He gives off the motely crue, chevelle, slayer, etc vibes. I like to think his tastes are versatile but he isn't so much into the modern punk. (absolutely listens to nickelback in secret) ~Raised mainly by grandparents, has older sibling vibes too. Is the frazzled and exhausted 'stay at home mom' side of Umemiya's 'I'm the cool and fun dad!' side. ~Takes selfies and video chats like a 65 year old grandma. Can't figure out camera angles ~Has a secret stuffed bear he's had since he was a toddler. Its nestled comfortably in his room. ~He has an abundant collection of random magazines (mainly car, motorcycle, gaming, and music ones) that litter his bedroom floor. He went through a phase of cutting out some of the cool art and taping it to his wall to "decorate." But now he just peruses. He buys one every time he goes to the pharmacy for his stomach pills!

Dating headcanons

~Motorcycle Boyfriend. practically melts when you ride behind and your arms are wrapped around him tightly. Bonus points as I think he would be the type to date someone from "the other side of the tracks" so to speak. So a good girl who is only bad with him, wrapped around him while he speeds down the street, hits a note in his otherwise very straight laced tough man brain. ~Love language when receiving love from partner: physical touch. cuddle this man and run your fingers through his hair and he is absolutely yours for eternity. ~Love language when giving love to partner: quality time. He is very busy with his bofurin stuff and keeping Umemiya and the others on track so when he gets the free time he is immediately at your side. Whether its something mundane like a nice walk or a more intricate date, he's just happy to be with you as you do whatever it is you are doing. ~ Favorite date night is a night in, ordering pizza or some other take out and watching old black and white horror films where you pretend to be scared of the lame and cheesy special effects and jump in his arms every 5 seconds ~Def little spoon during cuddles

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic February challenge.

So Here Is Us

February Prompt: Edge | Word Count: 509 | Rating: T | CW: Post-Apocalyptic, Pre-Existing Injury | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort, End of the World, Survival, Just the Two of Us, The World is Bleak, But We're Together

Steve's been walking forever. 

He was goddamn certain there was a town nearby, and now he's scared. Scared he's made a mistake. Scared Eddie can't survive him being wrong.

Steve studies landmarks, memorizing his way back to the abandoned building. Back to Eddie. He repeats the directions he's been making up in his head:

Straight towards the burned out car, past the tall tree, turn at mile marker 365…

With no map, he repeats these markers, over and over, making sure he'll be able to find Eddie again, because if he doesn't, they'll both be dead. Eddie from infection; Steve from the insanity of finally being truly alone.

Eddie had looked at him, his expressive brown eyes shining with pain and fever, and begged Steve not to go. Begged Steve not to leave him. Steve hadn't wanted to, had scrubbed his hand over his face, pinching his nose, terrified, and trying not to show it.

But, Eddie can't walk anymore.

So, Steve had to leave him somewhere safe, stashed away from monsters, despite every instinct in his body telling him no, don't because you don't split up. That's rule number one. But, Eddie's got an infected demobat bite on his side, with lines of red shooting upwards, towards his heart. He's balancing on the edge of trouble, real trouble.

Steve's scared to death if he doesn't find antibiotics that Eddie won't survive the next few days. And if Eddie goes…

Eddie can't go, can't leave Steve all alone out here, on the raggedy edge.

Civilization is gone, decimated by Vecna, and yet, somehow they've survived. And Steve needs them to keep surviving. Needs Eddie to keep surviving.

"How will you find me again?" Eddie had asked, sweat dripping down his temples, as he tried to hold back the shiver that wanted to break free.

Steve had held Eddie's overheated face in his dirty hands, and pressed his dry lips to Eddie's, "I'll always find you again."

Now, when Steve finally sees the abandoned small-town pharmacy, he wants to cry. The sign says Steve's Pharmacy, and he wonders if he's dead. If this is a nightmare Vecna's trapped him in. 

No. He doesn't have time for a crisis. Eddie doesn't have time for Steve to have a crisis. The door to the pharmacy is standing wide open, already ransacked. 

But the pull-down gate over the pharmacy hasn't been breached, somehow, and behind the locked metal barrier are shelves full of pill bottles.

Steve digs in his backpack, gets his bolt cutters, and goes to work. It's hard, nearly impossible, and his hands are blistered and throbbing by the time he's made a hole large enough to squeeze through. 

There's a drug reference book on the counter, laid open, abandoned, and Steve reads. Finds the matching bottles, stuffing his backpack full. Taking everything he can carry. 

Taking the book, too. They'll need it again, he's certain.

Back on the abandoned street, he starts repeating as he walks:

Turn at mile marker 365, past the tall tree, towards the burned out car…

Notes: This was set in the same little universe as my fic for the November prompt, Miles to Go, was. Can be read alone, or continued there, if you're so inclined.

Title is from a quote from Serenity: "This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge."

Picture is from The Walking Dead. I was like, "I need an abandoned pharmacy, like the one that was in that early ep of The Walking Dead. Maybe I can find a screenshot." I did, and but I definitely did not remember it was called Steve's Pharmacy. Hilarious. That was just a gift from the universe, lol.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiemicrofic and follow along with the fun! ❤️

[randomprose]

It started out as allergies. At least that’s what He Tian said when he couldn’t stop sneezing.

When he started sniffling the next day when he went to pick up Guan Shan from work, Guan Shan told him to take some cold medicine, but He Tian just said, “Only idiots catch colds.”

To which Guan Shan replied, “All the more reason for you to take them then.”

Then He Tian started coughing at dinner and Guan Shan had yelled at him to take a flu tablet and go to bed.

“You’re sick, dick head.”

“In more ways than one, baby~” He Tian teases, but the leery effect he wanted to get going was undermined by his stuffy nose and the resounding sneeze that followed. “Fucking allergy season.”

“Disgusting,” Guan Shan sneers with an arm over his face as he hands him a tissue. “And quit calling it an allergy. You never get them even at the height of spring, dickhead.”

“Fucking Beijing pollution then.”

“You were born in Beijing. Pollution is practically your oxygen.” He Tian lets out another sneeze that has Guan Shan mentally cataloguing the medicine cabinet and making a list of what to get from the pharmacy in his head. “You’ve got the flu.”

“Shut the fuck up,” He Tian sniffs and tries to tamper down a cough against his elbow as he reviews the dossier his brother sent him. “I never get sick.”

Annoyed at his stubbornness, Guan Shan decides he wouldn’t be hanging around until He Tian gets his head out of his ass and gets better.

That was over two days ago. Guan Shan gets a text from Jian Yi who heard from Brother Qiu that He Tian looked like death warmed over at the last meeting.

Stubborn fuck.

Guan Shan comes over that night and sees for himself. He Tian greets him at the threshold panting and heavily leaning on the door frame as if the walk there was a trek instead of just a couple of strides. He’s sweating and his eyes are sunken and red rimmed with dark bags underneath. 

Yep. Death warmed over was accurate alright.

“Told you ‘m not sick.”

Guan Shan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t comment that he sounds like his sinuses are gonna explode, and doesn’t rise to any of He Tian’s baiting. He just makes a beeline for the kitchen to cook beef stew, watches as He Tian struggles to eat without an appetite, and nods in satisfaction when he eventually finishes a bowl. 

(The day He Tian refuses Guan Shan’s cooking will be his last. Even with taste buds shot to hell and a stomach that can barely stand water, he’ll always want Guan Shan’s food.)

He Tian staggers away from the kitchen on to his bed and Guan Shan only has to count to three before he's taking a nose dive straight to his mattress. He smirks from where he’s looking at He Tian’s knocked out state thinking maybe he might’ve put a little too much pseudoephedrine on his stew but not entirely regretting it.

Guan Shan moves to arrange He Tian under the sheets and in a more comfortable sleeping position. Then he goes to wet a towel in cold water to wipe He Tian's fever-warm face and arms before rubbing Vicks on his chest to help his congested sinuses. He cleans the kitchen and apartment a little thinking if maybe he should stay before deciding He Tian will be fine for the night and going home.

He comes back to check up on him the next day after his shift is over. When no one answers, Guan Shan lets himself in and sees that the place is as he left it last night. He Tian is still knocked out cold in his bed.

Guan Shan peers at He Tian and sticks a hand on his forehead. He’s still a bit warm to the touch and a little pale but it seems like he’s sweated off most of his fever at least. After filling a basin with water to wipe down He Tian’s fever sweat, Guan Shan goes to undresses him, taking off his soaked shirt and only hesitating for a second about his pants before thinking ‘Might as well’, and wipes him down with the cold towel until his hand doesn’t feel like it’s touching a furnace whenever he lays it on He Tian’s skin. Then he dressed him up with matching button up pajama top and bottoms before slapping on a fever patch on his forehead and tucking him back to bed.

All of that and He Tian didn’t even so much as make a sound. Guan Shan is starting to admit to himself that maybe he did use a little too much pseudoephedrine on the stew. Belatedly, he thinks if it was a good idea to mix in flu medicine in it as well.

“Ah, fuck it.” He shrugs as he sprays some disinfectant on his hands (better safe than sorry; he can’t risk getting He Tian’s germs and miss a day of work). What’s done is done. At least it worked to get his fever down. He doesn’t seem to be having any more troubles with his sinuses either. “He’ll thank me later.”

He Tian won’t, probably. Instead, he’ll probably leer at Guan Shan as per usual and make quips about him taking advantage of him while he’s in a “vulnerable” state—in quotation marks because He Tian is never really vulnerable in whatever state he is, in Guan Shan’s opinion. Fucking menace. 

He Tian’s phone vibrates on his night stand and Guan Shan peers to see He Cheng’s name on the caller ID.

It’s probably important but like hell he’ll answer He Cheng’s call.

Guang Shan nearly spills his basin of water when his phone vibrates with a call and he sees He Cheng’s name on the caller ID.

Holy fucking shit.

Out of sheer terror in knowing that not answering is the worse option, Guan Shan puts the basin in the sink and slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call. 

“Hello—”

"You roofied my brother," came He Cheng’s low flat baritone.

Fuck! They must’ve come in after he left last night or something!

"What—I—” His eyes travels to the kitchen counter and sees the bottle of flu medicine already opened which confirms it. “Well...h-he wouldn't rest otherwise!” 

Guan Shan decides to get into defensive mode. What’s He Cheng gonna do? Have him beat up for basically taking care of his stupid brother? 

“He was gonna get himself killed walking all sick and shit! Hell! He was gonna get people killed by infecting them with his germs! He—”

There's low laughter on the other end of the line but it wasn't from He Cheng.

"He drugged your brother. Oh, man. This kid really has guts." Brother Qiu? "Your brother's gonna kill him."

Fuck. He's right. And the realization that he just drugged a mobster boss’s brother is starting to sink into Guan Shan fast.

"Listen, I—”

"Thank you for taking care of He Tian, Mo Guan Shan. Rest assured you will be compensated."

"Erm—That's really not necessa—"

The line was already dead.

Well. At least he knows he’s not gonna get dragged by He Cheng’s goons to get beat up on a remote warehouse somewhere.

He Tian wakes up just as the sun sets. Guan Shan is watching some re-run of a movie in the living room when He Tian stalks over with a dark look on his face.

"You drugged me." He Tian says, voice flat and inflectionless just stating facts. “You drugged me.”

"I—" Guan Shan sits up from his slump on the couch upon seeing thunder on He Tian’s face. “Look! I was just—”

"You fucking roofied me."

"It wasn't roofy, you di—!"

"Jesus, Guan Shan. You put in enough drugs to knock out an elephant. What was it? NyQuill?"

“It’s just some generic shit from the corner pharmacy.” As if Guan Shan has the money to spend on branded shit. “Had to crush and put in some flu tablets as well. You wouldn’t have taken them otherwise.”

“Fucking hell.” He Tian sighs, putting a hand to his face and sounding like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. "You know, you don't have to date-rape drug me to get your way with me, right?”

"Chicken dick! That is not what—"

"But thanks."

He Tian plops on the couch over him, burying his face in Guan Shan’s chest. Guan Shan only puts up a token protest at the sudden weight before sighing and sinking back in the cushions with He Tian’s still warmer than normal body on top of him. He shifts to re-arrange them so they're both comfortable and not half hanging off the couch. He Tian grunts at being jostled and Guang Shan's hand instinctivley comes up to stroke at his hair to soothe.

"We're gonna have to fumigate your bed at this point,” he comments idly. He Tian had let his germs and sick fester and it would've probably mutated into some new strand of disease if Guan Shan hadn't done what he did. "Fucking hell, Tian."

"Burn it, shred it, toss the whole damn thing out, I don't care." He Tian wounds his arms around Guan Shan’s waist, nuzzling his face needily on his chest. "I've got myself the best bed here anyway."

"Don't treat me like a mattress and don't fucking get your snot on me or I swear to god." 

A half-hearted threat that He Tian knows Guan Shan would not go through if only because he doesn't push him away and the hand stroking his hair hasn't stopped. 

“Can you eat? You haven’t had anything all day and you need something in you before drinking the meds again.”

“Mm. Later.”

“Okay.”

Guan Shan drapes the throw-over blanket they keep on the couch over them, making sure He Tian is covered up to his shoulders. He puts a palm on He Tian’s forehead and neck to check for his temperature and sighs in relief when he deems it's gone down enough that he can just sleep it off. 

He Tian falls asleep to the low sound of the TV, the steady staccato beats of Guan Shan's heart, long fingers making soothing motions through his scalp, warm and safe, and already knowing he'll wake up feeling better.

[cbsxreader]

I currently have a cold right now so is it okay you do something about what Christian would do when his s/o is sick if you didn’t do that yet, please?

I already did a sick!reader x CBS but I want to re-do it sooo

CBS x S/o who is sick

He's quite disappointed his S/o can't really do much when they're sick. Sure, there are plenty of crimes for him to commit, but it's less fun knowing his S/o won't be so eager to hear about his doings.

Christian doesn't care that his love is sick and still wants to hold them and cuddle them, that includes using the age old excuse "What are some pesky germs gonna do to me?". Though, if his S/o insists on it, he'll stick to just giving them forehead kisses.

When his partner is cold, he'll go to cuddle them, he's got more than enough heat to give.

Despite his S/o being sick, it will not stop him from spending time with them. His S/o finds themselves watching movies, drinking warm drinks, playing games etc. right next to Christian.

He might even cancel some of his plans to instead spend time with his partner over his friends or colleagues. He doesn't care if he gets made fun of it, his S/o needs for someone to be there for them.

Christian straight up carries his S/o around while they're wrapped in a warm blanket. Even if his S/o is not that sick, he'll make an excuse that he just likes carrying them in his arms.

He calls over his friend Christian Pure Spy to help him make meals for his S/o, including the classic broth or chicken soup. Also he will make tea if his S/o requests it.

ACTUALLY does chores if his S/o can't do them. Though it's better if his partner keeps an eye on him so he doesn't screw something up.

Christian goes to the pharmacy to get medicine for his S/o if they're out. Even if he might return with the medicine and a speeding ticket, it's still something his partner can appreciate from him.

He teases his S/o if the medicine they have to take is disgusting or has a bad taste. Even though if he was the one who had to take it, it'd be like forcing a dog to swallow a pill.

His S/o can trick him into getting them stuff they want. They say they want something and he'll offer to pay for it himself.

If Christian somehow gets sick because of his partner, he'll act surprised as if it's not his fault.

[hannahssimblr]

By the time I pull the car up to the curb outside the Tengu house, my stomach is a bit sick. It’s in my head, I know, whenever I get anxious it goes straight to my guts, but knowing that doesn't really help. It feels real. My fingers are shaky over the buttons of my phone as I text Jen.

I’m here. Come out. 

I eye the house anxiously while I wait, scanning for movement behind those netted curtains in the living room, but there is none. I turn the radio on.

It’s that infernal Jason Derulo song again.

I turn it off. 

The front door opens and my heart picks up, but it’s not Jen, (which is the best case scenario) nor Michelle, (worst) but Rahim, and he’s waving me over.

Oh God.

I open the car door and climb out. 

“There’s a few things you left behind,” he tells me, “Debra and I collected them for you from around the house.”

He hands me a book I was reading a couple of months ago, my blue Yankees hat and a pair of white tube socks, washed, dried and folded with more care than they deserved considering they have a hole in the heel. 

“Thank you,” I say, then hesitating, “Is… is she doing alright?”

Rahim heaves out a sigh and throws his eyes to the ceiling, “she’s as you would expect,” a hand drops to my shoulder, “how are you?”

“Decent,” I say, because I'm not sure how else to express it, and we exchange pained smiles as his hand lingers there, warm through my t-shirt in a gesture that feels something like camaraderie. There is a sense that we are two men, suffering together in equal measure through this mess, but I don’t deserve his empathy. I made the mess when I broke up with Michelle. I've condemned this family to several months of crying and screaming. At least that’s how I imagine it, but nobody will give me any detailed information about how she’s dealing with it. It's probably not good for my mental health to find out.

I’m startled when Jen comes down the stairs lugging two big suitcases. She’s red. Her hands, the sides of her face, around her ears, and most noticeably the hair on her head. Bright, pillarbox red. I don’t know what to say. 

“The nice girl at the pharmacy talked me into it!” She insists once she sees the look on my face, “I was looking for black but she said everyone is doing this... red thing this summer so I thought, like, why not?”

“It’s all over you.”

“I know, it stains. I got it all over the basin of the shower and Debra is upset, but can we please not make a big deal out of it?”

I burst out laughing and she tries her best to look annoyed, but she can’t. The corners of her mouth betray her as she swerves around Rahim and shoves through the door past me, stalking towards the car with suitcases in tow. She knows it’s funny. 

I take a step back too, “Thanks for the things, Rahim, I’ll, um…” I’m suddenly struck by the fact that this may be the last time I see this man for a long time, but I don’t want to think about things like that now. I switch my tone to a more upbeat one, “Enjoy your summer. I’ll see you soon!” 

“Yeah, bye!” Jen calls out, already stuffing her things into the boot, “text me if you get the stains out of the shower!”

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[leoncillo]

Oh me oh my. I wrote again. What has come over me lately? Tsk tsk

Anyway, reader has chronic pain (namely fibromyalgia and MS), the clone brothers risk it all to help them. I think this one is gender neutral as well? I didn't edit this one either so I might've slipped up and used "she" somewhere. Will probably put this on AO3 too. Reader is Black.

The Hantengu Clones brave the sun to take care of reader

Your eyes slowly cracked open one morning. The light from the sun being extra harsh to you and your aching head. Your throat was bone dry, your body heavy, and you felt pain on every inch of your body. Quickly as you could, you checked the bedside table for your daily meds only to realize you forgot to pick up the refills from the pharmacy.

"Oh... I'm so doomed" you groaned.

You climbed out of bed before the room started spinning and you stumbled a bit, your blood pressure not getting the memo that you're upright. Noticing your boyfriends weren't with you, you decided to find them and try to start your day the best you could.

Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu, and even little Zohakuten were standing around in the kitchen bantering about breakfast that Sekido made before they all turned to your slumped form leaving your room. The men grew completely silent as they watched you walk with a limp to the refrigerator. Your eyes were glossy, but vacant like you were moving on auto pilot. You hair was a mess and if they looked closely they could see you breathing heavily. You wordlessly opened the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice just for it to fall straight out of your hand like butter. It seemed like an eternity had passed before you noticed and looked down at your hand to find you had little feeling in it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" asked Karaku as he stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched like you just noticed his presence before you started to cry and eventually wail.

"What did you do, asshole?!" shouted Sekido, as he punched Karaku in the chest.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Maybe we can fix it. Don't cry. I get sad when you cry" said Aizetsu, who hovered near you unsure if he could touch you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but everything started spinning again and you felt yourself falling before everything went black.

A few minutes later you found yourself waking up on the couch with five pairs of eyes watching over you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" Urogi shouted and you flinched at the noise.

"Not so loud. You're upsetting them. I hate when they're upset" said Zohakuten.

"Ugh I'm up, I'm up" you said in a non convincing voice.

"Why did you faint on us? Don't tell me you've caught a cold! Irresponsible ass humans" said Sekido.

You looked down at your lap, anxiously grabbing the blanket and biting your lower lip. "So there's something I never told you guys about me. You see I have several chronic illnesses and they're all incurable. Some days are better than others and some days are really really bad."

"What illnesses do you have?" said Urogi, leaning in closer in curiosity.

"Well the main ones are fibromyalgia and multiple sclerosis" you said, only to look up at them all with their heads tilted in confusion like puppies.

"Fibromyalgia causes me to hurt all over my body. Especially 18 main points like my shoulders. Even this blanket and my clothes kinda hurt. It usually flares up after I do too much in a day."

"Ooh that explains why you started crying. Sorry Y/N!" said Karaku, who went to rub your shoulder before catching himself. "Maybe that's not the best idea right now."

"Okay and what's the muscle cytosis thing?" asked Urogi.

"It's called multiple sclerosis, you dunce!"

"So you guys know about the immune system and everything, right? It's supposed to fight off illnesses and keep the body healthy, but sometimes it gets confused and fights the body instead. With MS, my immune system attacks my brain and spinal cord. Sometimes parts of my body goes numb or burns, like my feet, or my eyesight blurs, if not, goes out altogether. Among other things. That illness will get worse over time, too."

"Why didn't you tell us about something so important? It makes me sad when you hide stuff from us" said Aizetsu, tearing up.

You looked away from them back to your lap. "I'm not used to people sticking around after they know my situation and limitations. And that's just with humans! You guys are like ten humans each. I didn't want y'all to think I was a burden and leave because I can't keep up. Usually I have medicine to help me feel a little better or at least ignore some of it, but I was so busy I forgot to pick up my refills. I can't really move too far like this so I'm kinda screwed."

Zohakuten rushed to you in haste and palmed your face, squishing your cheeks together. "What do you need us to do? How can we help?"

"Well heat 'akes 'ith worse so keepin' me coo', but I nedth my med'cine the most. And a good hea'thy dwink" you said.

You all turned and glanced at the window and the rays of sunshine being blocked out. "I'll go first thing at sunset" said Zohakuten, as he released your cheeks and went to make a list of things to buy.

"He's such a good boy" you said, proudly.

"Let me help! I'm good too!" shouted Urogi.

"We'll all split up and get something from the list. We'll get back faster that way." said Sekido.

They all helped you back to bed and tried to make you as comfortable as possible. It wasn't enough and they all stood on edge as they heard you tossing and thrashing in the other room. The pain driving you up the wall like you were being torn apart limb from limb.

"Oh no!" said Aizetsu, staring at his phone. "It says the pharmacy will close before sunset. It's not like the convenience store will have these kinds of drugs."

"Maybe I can fly really fast and stick to the shadows to-"

"To turn into fried chicken?" said Karaku with a huff.

"I could have my dragons go get it."

"And tear up the whole roadway?" asked Aizetsu.

They all grew quiet in defeat before realizing Sekido was mysteriously silent.

"I might have a solution," he began and pulled out a box from his kimono sleeve.

"Douma recommended these patches of wisteria and spider lily flower. Supposedly, they'll let us go into the daylight without turning to ashes immediately."

"That's great! Y/N will feel better in no time!" said Urogi.

"What's the catch?" said Karaku and Zohakuten in unison.

"The patch does have the wisteria component so our powers, speed, and regeneration will be slowed greatly. We'll be out there longer than we would if it were night and while we won't turn to ash, we'll still feel the pain of burning."

They all fell silent again before they jumped at the sound of a loud crying and sobbing coming from your room.

Before they knew it, they were each putting on a patch and preparing to get whatever you needed.

At some point, you were so tired from the pain that you fell asleep only to jolt awake at the overwhelming smell of burning entering your nostrils.

Springing up out of bed thinking something caught fire, an actual common occurrence in the house, you ran to the kitchen as best you could only to see a pile of smoking bodies twitching and breathing heavily.

Without saying anything, they each sat up, still regenerating, and held out a bag to you. Urogi had your medicine, but was nursing a severely burnt wing and talon. Sekido had tubs of ice cream in one arm, while the other was burned away. Aizetsu had a bouquet of flowers and a severe burn along his torso and back. Karaku had a bunch of differently flavored hydrating sports drinks, but one of his horns, arms, and some of his hair was singed. Lastly, Zohakuten beat a drum and a small dragon held out a bear plushie that was wrapped in bandages that said "Get well soon" while the boy nursed his burned face and burns on his legs and most of his drums.

You lips trembled before you fell to your knees and burst in tears, lunging to wrap your arms around as many of them as you could.

"Did we mess up? A-Are these not your favorite flowers?" asked Aizetsu.

"Do you hate the bear? It's the one I hated the least" asked Zohakuten.

"If you don't like any of these flavors, I don't care. We don't waste food in this house" said Sekido.

"I know you don't like blue flavor, but I wanted to get one of each. I suggest the green one first" said Karaku with a wink and a wince.

"And I have the most important thing! The medicine!" said Urogi, puffing his chest out in pride as whatever feathers he had left turned fluffy and excited.

"Thank you!" you said hugging them tighter and crying harder.

"OWW!"