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amethystwritingassist · 2 years

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6 Poisonous Plants for your Book

Poisonous Plants!

Do you want to use poison in one of your stories? Want to know how it would feel to be poisoned by them so you can truly encompass the suffering they’re in? Keep reading and I’ll give you all the information you could possibly need! I’m not giving you any basic poison ivy, I’m giving you a list full of plants that can kill.

Now of course I do not recommend you try and purchase/find any of these plants, so with that in mind, let’s get into six of the most powerful poisons you can find in wild plants!

We’re starting off with a classic, the beautiful Lily of The Valley flower is a type of white bell-like flower that grows on a long green stem. The scent is described as sweet, fresh, and floral, which makes it even more tempting to the wandering eye. What you might not expect when picking these flowers is that every part of the plant, from the stem to the berries, are extremely poisonous. You can find over 40 different cardiac glycosides (a class of organic compounds that increase the heart's output by force) in the plant, and if you consume it then you’re going to be having a rough time. Symptoms include blurry vision, diarrhea, vomiting and nausea, disorientation, drowsiness, headaches, red skin rashes, excessive salivation, sudden alterations in your cardiac rhythm and possible death.

Next we will go to the foxglove flower, which is a bell shaped flower that grows on a long stem like the Lily of the Valley, except the difference is that it’s longer and a shade somewhere in between white, pink, and purple. All parts of these plants are poisonous as well when consumed, since they contain deslanoside, digitoxin, and digitalis glycoside. These chemicals cause poisoning, heart attacks, or death.

Let’s crank it up a notch and look at the Snakeroot, a small spiky white flower that grows in small handfuls on a bush. Unlike the previous flowers, this one has a foul scent of old fruit that attracts insects. The toxin in effect, tremetonel, causes violent vomiting, delirium, severe thirst, and finally death. Be sure not to confuse it with tramadol, which is an opioid used to help with moderate pain. They have very different effects.

The next one isn’t actually a flower, as the Rosary Pea is a small red bean shaped pea that grows on grayish brown leaves. It contains a natural poison called abrin, an extremely toxic toxalbumin, in the seeds. This will cause someone to begin sweating heavily and have a dramatically lower blood pressure, which keeps oxygen from reaching the brain and other vital organs in a condition called shock. Respiratory failure may occur, which can be fatal within 36 to 72 hours. The scent isn’t very notable to humans.

Next we have Aconite, also known as wolfsbane, a luxurious looking purple flower that was used on arrows by the ancient Greeks when they were hunting wolves. Unlike the previous plants, just touching the plant can cause severe symptoms. Ingesting them, though, makes it much worse. The effects are immediate and begin with a burning in the mouth, followed by drooling, vomiting and diarrhea, until over time numbness, tingling, irregular heartbeat and ultimately death from respiratory failure come.

Finally I’ll tell you about the Deadly Nightshade, which is a relative of your everyday potatoes and tomatoes, and like them it contains the glycoalkaloid poison solanine. You need to eat a ridiculous amount of bad tomatoes or potatoes to get poisoned by them though. Five berries normally is enough to kill an adult, but the effects of the poison aren’t instant and may take from several hours to days to kick in. The symptoms are dilated pupils, blurred vision, dry mouth, hallucinations, loud heart beats, aggressive behavior, convulsions, coma and possibly death.

If you want more poison information, I can make an entire article on chemical poisons or poisons you can get from animals. If you want to suggest a topic, then go ahead and give me a shout on other social media platforms. I hope to see you on my next post.

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hermitblurbs · 2 years

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Grian’s going to get a headache. His hands are pressed together, his pointer fingers at his lips, and he stares at the cheerily working guy in tailcoats and a stupid green corset and top hat.

Okay. The corset actually looks fantastic on him, but that is not the point. The point is,

“How long have we been dating.”

“About a month,” is Scar’s reply.

Grian takes another moment to collect his thoughts now that his suspicions have been confirmed. The silence would be hilarious if not infuriating. Scar, of course, keeps drawing more swaggon designs unaffected.

“And you didn’t think to tell me.”

This time, the silence is accompanied with the sound of his apparent partner setting down his clump of charcoal. He turns slowly, and he looks as confused as Grian felt when he first caught wind of this.

“Scar, how am I the last person to know we were dating?”

“I thought you were shy and I didn’t want to push your boundaries.” He sounds genuinely upset saying this, and Grian sighs.

“Do you not want—“

“You’re telling me,” Grian continues slowly, cutting off whatever Scar nonsense was about to say, “That I could’ve been kissing you this entire time.”

“I—well, yes! I just didn’t expect you to since you were so preoccupied with the moon and I didn’t want to push you because we both have our builds too and…” He trails off, losing steam the longer Grian doesn’t react.

Grian sighs again.

“…Do you want to kiss?” Scar tries, nervously rubbing at the charcoal on his palms.

God. He does. He really does.

“Do you?”

“Do you—do you really have to ask?” And he’s got quiet, nervous giggles bubbling at the edges of his words, the kind that always kick Grian’s heartbeat up a notch.

“Right,” Grian says, clapping once and getting to his feet. “Looks like we’re dating. Glad we could clear that up.”

The anxious air vanishes from his partner instantly, and he can visibly see the terrible idea form behind those eyes of his. He can’t decide if he wants to be amused or cautious.

“You also like me! Great. I have an idea. You do like me, right?”

“I’m doubting my taste in men by the second but yes, I do.”

“Perfect. I’m breaking up with you.”

And Grian—Grian lets the words sink in and he starts laughing, because what sort of plan could he possibly be scheming.

“Hey, no no no, don’t be like that, this is a good idea! Now I can woo you properly!”

“Scar, you already have me—“

“Yeah, but you didn’t know the vex customs! I have ideas on how to court you by Watcher standards now, I have sources!”

He keeps laughing, because this is the man he loves. It’s such a Scar thing, too.

“What happens if I court you back?”

“I—well then, I’d court you better!” Scar almost sounds offended. Grian keeps laughing.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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hanazou · 3 years

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𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞.

— first date, first confession, first kiss, first ‘i love you’, first time unwrapping his bandages, and first time doing the deed.

Genre : Fluff, romance, angst, NSFW. All the good stuff

Caution : NSFW, mentions of suicide (apparently)

Note : mich mich! baby! My muffin! I was super happy to see you in my inbox ;-; I finished this so quick LOL Anyways, there was a lot to unpack here! Dazai is a complicated character to write, this is a combination of character analysis and headcanons, my favourite. I hope I didn’t disappoint you!

Please enjoy this, bubba! (reposted because i’m a boomer who doesn’t understand tumblr tags)

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ;

» This depends on what you would define as a ‘date’, actually! If by date you mean any private time together, then your first date would be when you both are assigned to something job related, and it’s going to be mischievous.

» Dazai would be so suggestive yet playful during the trip, since it’s just the two of you. He’d talk to you as if you’re his official lover; he fluently compliments every inch of you without feeling cheesy at all (it takes talent and experience to do this)

» He takes your hand to his lips like a western medieval suitor greeting his beloved

» It's very hard to resist his charms. Dazai never plays a game he’s not sure of winning.

» But you have to know, he’s not toying with you, not in the way meant to break your heart. This is just his way of having fun with you. And if during his job-related trip he happens to already have some ‘feelings’ for you, his mischief will kick it up a notch. He’s trying to see if you’re just fun to mess with or if you hold a special spot in his heart.

» Your headache will also double. Dazai would voice his suicidal jokes out loud just to see your reaction. He enjoys seeing the changes around your eyes.

“If I use my coat’s sleeve as a noose to hang from that tree, which will break first? The fabric, the branch, or my neck?”

You breathe in a groan. “My patience.”

“Oh! Are you going to strangle me?” His eyes sparkle. “Please be gentle, I’m a fragile man.”

» When it comes to having a romantic activity together, it will be both cute and silly. He could take you to places where he swooned every woman he hooked up with, but he doesn’t want you to be compared to them. Hence, he’ll be innovative.

» He’ll ask Atsushi; “Where do you think is the most romantic place to go with your lover?”

» And also ask Kunikida. “Kunikida-kun, if you weren’t so lonely and single, where would you go on a date?”

» After being smacked on the head, Dazai will combine both their opposite opinions and take you there. The polar opposites will confuse you, but this way, he's giving you the best of both worlds. It also aligns with his goal to make your first date with him memorable, since the odd combination is almost impossible to forget. He wants his presence to be ingrained in your memory.

» Dazai offers to buy you every single merch he sees on the street. It will range from cute, sweet, romantic, to stupidly random.

» Cat balloons? Muffins? Tacky shirts? Secondhand books? A spatula on sale? A bouquet? Origami? A pet hamster? A hammer? A radio?

“Tell me whatever your heart desires, and it shall be yours!”

» Will not hesitate to get into pda (assuming you’re alright with it). He wants to let everyone know he’s yours, that he finally has someone to cherish and belong to. He’s not a lone soul anymore. Doing pda makes him feel validated

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ;

» CEO of mixed signals. It will be so frustrating at first, but trust me. It will be worth it.

» Confessions wouldn’t be straightforward. They (plural here) will be small pieces of information; the small moments of his vulnerability, hidden in the most random moments. It will eventually build up for a single moment.

» If you want to date him, he has to feel attached. (Since this is the keyword with Dazai, I’ll be mentioning this word a lot)

» The droplets of confession can drip down during the most random timing, like when Kunikida just finished chokeholding him.

» “Gosh, if I died just now, I wouldn’t have the chance to say goodbye to you!” He complains to you, walking back to his desk while rubbing his neck.

“Why would you need to say goodbye to me?” Your expression twists. Is he playing games again? He has been giving mixed signals these days...

“I don’t know,” He sits down and fires an ambiguous smile. “You tell me.”

You didn’t answer. How were you supposed to respond to that?

» It’s a long (and tiring) process that requires time and patience. You have to wait until his tiny droplets of transparency and attachment fill the whole bucket of affection that has to be spilled out or else it will crack.

» The prolonged yearning is both deliberate and undeliberate from Dazai’s side. He knows he’s beating around the bush with your feelings and his own because of two simple reasons:

» One. He wants to see whether you really accept him in his worst or not.

» Two, and also the undeliberate side; he’s still scared of opening up. The slash on his heart doesn’t sting anymore, but the large dent will never close. The only time he was vulnerable, things didn’t end up well (I’m not going to talk more about you-know-what. This is a taboo for me)

» Not to mention he has to figure out whether you’re just a rebound or someone he really values.

» He’ll realize it’s the latter, so he’ll proceed. If you’re just a rebound, why would he fear hurting you? The process of ‘properly’ courting you will be slow, steady, and sure.

» He’s having another double suicide joke again, but there’s an addition that makes your eyes pop out.

» “If I have to be frank,” He props his hand behind his head like a pillow. “I don’t want to have a double suicide with you.”

You look at him as if the sun pops out during midnight. Is that an insult? Is he saying you’re not worth having double suicide with? Is that his way of pushing you away?

Dazai gives you an all knowing side look complete with a grin. “You must be thinking, ‘Am I not worth having double suicide with?’ right? I may not know my place saying this, but you ought to raise that self confidence.”

» That was another piece of his confession. When else does Dazai try to boost up someone’s ego? Never. You’re the exception.

» Finally, finally, when Dazai does confess, the confession wouldn’t be a cliché “I love you”. It will be way sweeter. More special, more private. The words coming out of his lips will be something that only you can understand.

» The confession won’t be a one-sided speech. He doesn’t want to monopolize the special moment by being the only one speaking. It will be an intimate conversation. He will talk, and you will talk. It’s a mutual confession, Dazai doesn’t want to leave you in the dark nor does he want to be confused with his own feelings.

» Everything between you both has to be clear until he speaks the final, and the most important part;

“Am I worth your acceptance?”

» At this point, it doesn’t matter how you say ‘yes’. A nod will do, a hug will do, a kiss will do, crying will do (but make sure to clarify you’re not stressed or pressured).

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 ;

» This man is a pro to get you to stand on your toes for more. Your first kiss will be cute rather than passionate. Save that heat for later.

» The game will start with him teasing you, ‘motivating’’ you to be more active to actually get more since it’s usually him doing the first moves. It’s a long-term plan of consistent teases and jokes, but the results are guaranteed.

» It’s also his way of confirming whether you really want him or not.

» He wants you to seal the deal. Where’s the fun in making him do all the work, right? It’s a relationship, not a one sided crush. He works his way on you, and you on him.

» Dazai will not hesitate to use his cunning observation habits to know what kind of gesture makes you want more.

» He’s into those childish acts of pretending there’s something near your lips just to brush his thumb over your lip.

“Oh, lookie here. There’s some ice cream on your lip,” He says, his thumb staying on your lip for unnecessarily too long.

» When you secretly touch the spot where he touched when he’s looking away, he’ll stifle his snicker.

» Here’s a teaser; Dazai would be less teasing if you’d kiss his cheek first.

» One day, when you’re asking him for a favour, he’d take that chance.

“Hm, maybe I’ll help, but it comes with a price~”

He crouches down a bit so you can reach, leaning his head sideways to you to show off his cheek.

You’re not dense. You take the hint, and slightly standing on your toes, you peck him on the cheek.

“There,” You huff. “Will you help me now?”

This sneaky bastard. He’ll turn away, whistling, “Suddenly I’m lazy! Try again, and maybe I’ll be convinced.”

» You won’t be the only one giving pecks on the cheeks though. Dazai will kiss you on the cheek too, but they will be your surprises. He’d sneak behind you, tap your shoulder, and when you turn the other way, he reappears on the other side with a kiss.

» Sometimes they’d be rewards too if you did something that unintentionally makes him happy

» After the mutual kisses pile up, only then Dazai kicks it up a notch. It’d be in a playful manner, too.

» “My lips are freezing,” He whines, eyeing you with an anticipating smile. “Will you warm them up for me? Only you can do it.”

» His eyes are closed, and although his lips are ready for you, that grin can’t be hidden.

» He’d crouch down a bit for you, but you also have to make the effort of reaching upwards more to finally kiss him for real.

» During the kiss, Dazai’s hands will go to your hips, lift you off your feet a little to give a little help, just enough for your toes to graze the ground.

“That certainly hit the spot,” He smiles at you. "Quite daring today, aren't we?"

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 '𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂' ;

» Dazai doesn’t say his first “I love you” as an independent statement by itself.

» It will be a part of whatever solemn, loving, and tender sentence he says to you. That doesn’t mean it loses its momentum though.

» It will be when you find him alone, holding a bottle of sake, drinking his sorrows away despite the smile he has when he welcomes you to sit next to him. He’s not easily drunk, but the alcohol will loosen the lock around his heart a bit.

» If you ask simple questions, he’ll answer them faster with less nonsense than usual.

» Simple yet deep questions will undo the chains.

“Aren’t you tired?”

» The answers will be technical rather than emotional at first, but the more you ask with those concerned eyes, the more drunk he gets. Not in alcohol, but by his emotions and you.

» You notice the eventual loss of focus in his eyes. His mind is travelling back to the past, gutting him up from the inside.

“I told Atsushi-kun that self pity makes one’s life miserable,” Dazai mutters. “Truthfully, those words came from experience.”

He shifts nearer to you, leaning his head sideways to rest on your shoulder. “But ever since I love you, I’ve never found the need to pity myself, you’re always there when I turn around.”

» I recommend you to verbally return the “I love you”. You can say it just as it is, or say it in a way he did it, it doesn’t matter. He needs reassurance.

» Smooth down his hair as you tell him you love him too.

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 ;

» If you want to unwrap his bandages, it will only happen after you officiate things with him. It can never be the other way around. You have to earn his trust, and there are many levels to reach the top.

» Think of it like playing a game with lots of level ups.(If you can’t level up from this stage, there won’t be any intimate ‘dirty business’)

» You have to be the one offering to change his dressing. He will shy away from it (as in changing the topic) at first, it will take some time until he eventually agrees.

» When you both sit down on his messy futon, legs crossed, facing each other, make sure the situation is quiet and serene. Close the windows, shut the door. Absolutely no distraction, so it will be done in the evening or later.

» When you unwrap the bandages, whatever scar you see, no matter how big, how nasty, how fresh, do not say “I’m sorry”. Dazai doesn’t want you to say that, because it sounds as if you’re the one to blame for his suffering.

» Verbally and physically assure him that you will always be by his side. Never give him the benefit of the doubt that you’ll someday leave him like others did, but don’t be too overly sappy.

» Touch his scars, kiss them. If you have to express your love, say it in a low volume to keep the atmosphere calm.

» Dazai likes it when you have to move behind him to wrap the bandages around his body and neck. He feels most taken care of, pampered, when you kneel behind him.

» He appreciates the way you carefully wrap the new bandages so gently, especially around the wrists.

Dazai lightly chuckles, the sound soft compared to his usual misfits. “Don’t you have such soft hands?”

You hum, eyes still on his wrist as you wrap the bandage. “They’ll always be here for you to call them soft.”

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 '𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱' ;

[NSFW for the rest of the post]

» Contrary to the popular belief, Dazai’s first time with you wouldn’t just be steamy. The kinky nicknames like “master” come after your first time, don’t expect spanking, punishments, or insults (yet)

» Dazai having sex with you will be different than the ones he has with many others (sorry, but it’s canon he’s a womanizer), because doing it with you isn’t only driven by lust or the need of release, there’s also affection. Attachment.

» It will be fast paced, filled with body worship and lovely nicknames like “my love” and “darling”.

» Lots, and lots of hickeys. He tries to control himself during the first few, but the lower he goes and the more vocal you get, the darker and bigger the bruises.

» Dazai tops you and takes the lead, obviously (and is very good with it), but he asks for permission during the first half, every. Single. Time.

» He wants to kiss? He’ll ask first.

» He wants to shove his tongue in? He’ll ask (as if his lips hadn’t made yours swollen).

» He wants to unbutton (actually rip off) your shirt? He’ll ask.

» Take off your underwear? He’ll ask.

» “For the last time, Dazai,” You try to sound patient despite the arousal already pounding your head. “I want you, so just do it.”

» Despite the gentleness and goody goodies, it’s a little sad how he’s always asking for your permission or expecting you to stop him.

“Are you sure you’re not asking me to go?”

» Sure, the frequent asking is partly because he wants to be sure you’re not just going with his lead (and because he likes edging, but ssh), but he’s also waiting for the rejection.

» (But another reason is because his wilder side wants to hear you beg. He wants to hear the validation, and it comes with a sweet and kinky package)

» (If he sees you rubbing your thighs while patiently telling him that you want him already, he’ll make that smirk.)

» The rejection will never come anyways, the doors to your heart are always open (and so are your legs)

» His aggressive side will break out if you cry “Osamu” instead of “Dazai”, and I’m talking about his Port Mafia Executive side he tries to throw away.

» So yeah, if you do it, things will get a lot more heated.

» He will double the pace if you cry. He bruises you at this point. He loves to see you writhing under him. It encourages him.

» King of edging.

» “Aren’t you a cute little desperate thing?” He coos, brushing the tears off your cheek. “Tell me, who do you want?”

“You, Dazai, you!” You choke out. You’re already twitching between your legs.

“I can’t hear you, you have to be louder.”

“I want you, Osamu! Please, please!”

» And there goes your legs for the rest of the week.

» Dazai apologizes during the aftercare and be extra sweet and romantic during it. He wants to make up for the roughness.

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redorich · 3 years

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Does Philza follow Cleo inside? She just kinda turned around and ran off, and Phil is already there... What does she tell Xisuma? Is this new info going to help him recover? Will we finally find out how Hatsune Miku voring Notch will be relevant to the story? Red, i have so many questions, I want more Red!

Also, i wonder. If the ultimate endgoal for the hermits is to leave, and assuming they manage and get back to their own server. How will their stay have impacted the other smp members? Will it change something about how they see their own server? Will it inspire them to change the way they life? To become more peaceful? Or will the hermits have been a temporary distraction on the way to the next violent destruction, the builds and farms they would leave behind simply new resources to squable about and eventually ruin?

Oh, the Hermits will definitely leave their mark on the Dream SMP... But that's for later! ;) As for Phil, here's the follow-up to this post.

It's about three minutes after Cleo takes off into the depths of the canyon without him that Philza starts wondering if he should have followed. It's about five minutes before he begins to wonder how many of his crows he can reasonably fit inside a single cottage. By the time ten minutes have passed, he is staring very intently at a crow and calculating its approximate volume.

The door Cleo disappeared behind bangs open, startling the birds on the roof into flying off. Out of the cottage comes the indomitable zombie woman herself, assisting a man a foot taller than her and twice as wide, all strength--though, he still seems to be having trouble supporting his own weight at the moment.

"Hello, my name is Xisuma," the man introduces himself. "Are you Philza?"

"Yeah, nice to meet you--"

"Is magic really nonrenewable here?" Cleo demands, cutting across the pleasantries.

Philza regards her with both wariness and pity. "Mate," he says, "that's the way it's always been. Even way back in the Hardcore Era."

"But--" she tries to say, but Xisuma taps her shoulder with the hand that's already resting there.

Xisuma presses his fingers into the side of his temple as though he's thinking way too fast and it's giving him a headache. "You said it's been this way since Notch...?"

"Kicked the bucket, yeah," Philza nods.

The tall Hermit lets out a worried sigh. "Of all the times for Zedaph to be missing... Alright. We need to schedule a meeting. Your admin's basically useless at server maintenance, right? Dream?"

Philza shrugs. "If the shoe fits..."

"So, in that case we need to have a meeting with all the important faction leaders of this server. Preferably, it'd be on neutral ground. Can you do that?"

"I'll have to go around and make sure everyone knows," Philza says. "Yes, I can do that."

Cleo smiles, and to her credit it only looks a little bit malicious. "Good luck."

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #philza #zombiecleo #xisuma #zedaph #dreamwastaken #me.cpp #hermit canyon au

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mellaithwen · 3 years

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And in short, I was afraid. spoilers/speculation for the s5 premiere (aka Eddie’s health-scare that’s also a panic attack)

(on ao3)

Eddie’s first thought is never panic.

He’ll get there eventually, everyone always does, but it’s never the first thing for him. Even when maybe it should be, it’s not. So when he wakes up that morning feeling uneasy, as though the anxiety of his nightmares had crept into his bones while he slept and decided to stick around during the daylight hours—he doesn’t address it.

Problems require solutions, and his solution right now is to ignore it until it goes away.

So that’s what he does.

Even when every single sound seems loud and grating, he refuses to think anything of it. Even when his patience is wearing painfully thin only a few short hours into his shift, he tells himself that he’s just tired. That’s all. Even when his hands are shaking, and his heart is beating wildly against his chest, and his headache feels more like a migraine—as though an ice-pick was drilling its way down into his brain behind his left eye. Even when the muscles in his back and shoulders are bunched up so tightly that he’s almost breathless with the rigidity of his own alarm.

Even then, he pretends.

It’s only later when there’s a lull between calls, and he’s hiding in the bunk room, sitting alone in the dark and rubbing at his sternum with his eyes closed, that it even occurs to him that something could actually, seriously, be wrong.

And in that moment as he lets the realisation linger, and settle, and sink in, everything kicks up about a thousand notches.

The air grows so thin that it’s practically non-existent, and the pain in his back and shoulders only grows. The deep-set ache builds and he tries to clear his chest with a cough but it doesn’t make a shred of difference.

For a second, all he can think about past the burning in his lungs is Buck’s surprise party, and the way he’d been pawing at his chest in the moments leading up to his collapse—just like Eddie is now.

He thinks of the blood on Buck’s lips, and the awful gurgling sound he’d made in his back of throat before Eddie, Hen and Chim had leapt into action—performing CPR on Athena’s back patio in a desperate bid to keep the pulmonary embolism from killing a member of their family right there and then on the deck.

Shit, shit, shit, what if… what if….

Eddie coughs again, and his hands are thankfully clear of any red stains, but the band around his chest only gets tighter and tighter, and he doesn’t know what to do. He tries to move, or at least he thinks he does, but it’s impossible to tell. He hears a crash but he’s not sure where it came from. He’s all alone, and he opens his mouth to call for help but nothing comes out, nothing happens and—

“...ddie?”

Buck’s silhouette is standing in the doorway, and god, Eddie would know him anywhere, even now as he fights just to breathe...

And despite the fact that the world has seemingly slowed down to a snail's pace, that same silhouette is rushing forward, until it’s kneeling by Eddie’s side.

Buck grabs his hands before they can claw open his own throat as he scratches, and finally he feels his collar being loosened, but it’s not enough, it’s not enough—

He blinks, but the black spots that are dotted all around continue to dance in the air as if they’re taunting him. He feels faint and sick, and dizzy, and Eddie’s vision tunnels until all he can see, all he knows, is Buck.

At least this time he’s not covered in my blood, he thinks a little stupidly, almost drunk from hypoxia as he reaches out, desperate to be closer to him. He thinks Buck’s lips might be moving but he can’t focus on the words. He can’t hear his voice. He feels empty—lost—hollowed out and left adrift in a vast ocean and he can’t do this—not again—please, not again—

A warm hand cradles his head as it lolls to one side. Gentle, but firm as it keeps him from falling.

“Hey, keep your eyes open, it’s—Hen! Get in here!—I’m right here, I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay,” Buck promises frantically between calls for help, but he can’t know that for sure, he can’t, and Eddie sure as hell doesn’t feel okay. He feels like he’s dying. He feels like he’s being shot over and over and over again, and every hit just sends more and more shockwaves throughout his body. He feels exposed, flayed open, like his chest cavity has been torn apart and someone’s stomping on his lungs, crushing them into dust.

“...I...can’t….breathe,” he somehow manages to whisper finally—in between gasps of air, though he doubts it even needs saying at this point.

Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, and his last check-up was less than two weeks ago but what if they missed something? What if they missed something, and now he’s back in Buck’s arms again, struggling to survive, again. Dying, again.

He thinks of his beautiful son and a pained sob gets caught in his throat.

His hands fumble for Buck’s shirt in the dark, desperate for something to hold on to, but his fingers feel useless and weak. His whole body is trembling; shivering so intensely that his jaw aches from the chattering of his teeth. He wants to close his eyes against the spinning of the room, but he’s afraid that if he does they won’t ever open again. And he’s not ready. He’s not—

There are more shadows in the doorway, more voices in the air, more bodies in the room.

He thinks he hears someone begging him to just breathe, but everything sounds muffled like he’s underwater—and god that would make sense wouldn’t it? Because drowning is the only thing that comes close to explaining how Eddie feels right now. The darkness is growing, creeping in from the edge of his vision and pulling him under as he struggles to make his way up to the surface of whatever the fuck is happening but he can’t—he can’t—

He’s sinking, and he’s trying to hold on to Buck like he’s a lifeline in the middle of the ocean but he’s terrified that it might not be enough. He’s falling, fading fast, and—

“Just breathe,” he hears again, and somehow, inexplicably so, he manages a great big inhale that whooshes past his lips as he lets it back out again. And another, and another. He lets his body slump forward, knowing Buck’s still there to catch him, but that initial terror is still lurking like a vice around his heart and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

He doesn’t know what to make of any of it.

Eddie’s first thought is never panic, but he’s sure as shit thinking it now.

#911 fox #911 fic #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 season 5 #Eddie Diaz #Eddie diaz fic #911 oneshot #evan buckley #buddie #buddie fic #911 fanfic #9-1-1 fic #9-1-1 oneshot #9-1-1 fanfiction

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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drunk headcanons pt2

Can I get that 'tron, can I get that remy, can I get that coke, can I get that Henny? Bottoms up, bottoms up! These are headcanons for Itadori, Fushiguro, Yuta, Inumaki and Aoi Todo, and of course they’re all aged up 18+ because even though I did it you shouldn’t drink underage!

Inumaki

Hates the taste of liquor with a vengeance, his drink has to be mixed really really well because he doesn’t want to taste it at all lol

Shots with Inumaki are immediately followed with a chaser, most of the time pineapple juice and he always pulls a face at the taste

A few notches above a lightweight, I’d say four decently strong drinks and he’s hammered

Drunk Inumaki just wants to have fun with the girls and gays, take him to a gay club he will dance his fucking ass off to some Lady Gaga

He’s also pretty good at acting like he’s sober if he needs to, but don’t expect it to last long lol

I think his favorite drink would be an AMF with lots of ice and lemon

Fushiguro(I have already done little mini headcanons so excuse some repeats lol)

He drinks only dark liquor, light liquor has to be mixed for him to drink it and even then he won’t immediately fall for it. But he will not!!! Drink beer.

Is good about sticking to one drink for the whole night, if he’s having rum that’s his choice for the night

Gets sleepy when he drinks, if he’s properly smashed he’ll be lightly dozing off in the corner, if he’s at a house party you’ll definitely find him passed out in the bathtub

Is also brutally honest when he drinks, if he doesn’t like someone or something he’s not afraid to say it with no tact

Rambles on and on about some topic he has no idea about but the words just keep coming out like vomit

Speaking of vomit his stomach is strong so don’t expect to see him hunched over the toilet after a night out, he will lay in complete darkness and silence though

Yuta

He also hates the taste of liquor but is fond of light beer, can drink a case of light beer by himself if you let him

Yuta has two moods with liquor: oh no I’m sober tonight, you have fun! vs I’m going to drink so much I not only blackout but I will transcend to another plane of existence entirely, one where I am an alcohol wielding god that is worshipped and feared by the mortals beneath my feet. Choose your fighter!

If he’s at a house party or a rowdy function he can and will crush beer cans with his forehead and ride a shopping cart down a steep hill into a busy intersection with traffic

If it’s just a few friends together or if the two of you are drinking at home, he’ll follow you around like a puppy with a drunken dopey smile, he won’t speak to you but he wants to be close ‘just in case you need anything’

Surprisingly doesn’t get massive headaches or anything after drinking, his stomach is upset but as long as he takes a few hours after he wakes up to settle in then he’s relatively fine - but he won’t pass up on some hangover soup!

He insists on kissing the homies goodnight after a night out lol everyone gets a smooch from Yuta before leaving

Todo

The perfect himbo loves beer of all kind, but prefers when its in a glass bottle or one of them big ass beer mugs as opposed to a can

Knows quite a lot about different liquor, he’s totally the kind to try and make his own too!

Is not shy to order a super fruity cocktail or a margarita special at a bar and ya know what you can drink whatever you want when no one can kick your ass lol

Is it possible for his monkey brain to revert even further back? He’s a lizard brain when he drinks all he knows is drinking fun do more drinking

His party trick is being able to balance an obscene amount of martini glasses on his forehead

Verrryyyy cuddly after a night of drinking! Will literally start sobbing if you leave the bed after he’s come home from drinking even if you tell him you just have to pee!

Itadori

He is the KING of pregaming before the club, he always has the best playlists, mixes the drinks well and gets everyone hype asf for the club!

Mixes his liquor and has no problem with it, as long as it’s got a high enough percentage he’s drinking it

Has a decent alcohol tolerance, might have a slight intolerance though so at the end of the night his nose is stuffed and he’s out of breath just from walking to his front door from the uber

He and Todo are a dangerous combination when drunk, you never know what they’ll do next! Itadori might have to be on a leash when he drinks lol

Is also cuddly asf but his intentions aren’t pure, if he’s cuddling you on his lap he’s definitely trying to grind you on his cock even if he’s got fucking whisky dick. And even if he’s blackout stumbling drunk he’ll try to initiate sex as he passes out on the bed

Drunk texts! It’s mostly long keyboard smashes or voice notes of him grumbling and babbling like an idiot like he thinks he’s actually saying something that makes sense

#jujutsu kaisen #aoi todo #okkotsu yuuta #itadori yuji #inumaki toge #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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railroad-migraine · 3 years

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Exu Dorian with a psi warrior s/o who is trying to hard to impress Dorian lol tyyy

Thank you for being my first requester! 💙 I've yet to play as a psi warrior, so I hope I did it justice :)

Requests are open!

~ Poet

Dorian

Okay, so with the Gilmore experience alone we can gather that blue boi can be a bit oblivious to flirting

So in the early stages of your relationship, you wanted to make sure Dorian knew that you guys were not just friendly travelling companions anymore - in order to do that, you decided to kick your combat tactics up a notch

Your psi warrior abilities certainly came in handy when fights broke out, doing all you could to make sure Dorian came out as unscathed as possible

Your Telekinetic Movement power let you rearrange the battlefield, shuffling around your blue bard to positions where he could do more damage and also avoid receiving a fatal blow - each time, he sent a grateful thumbs up your way, momentarily leaving you flustered before Opal called you out and Orym insisted that everyone keeps focussed

While some of the other party members might need it more in the moment, Dorian is often the receiver of your Protective Fields. The brief shield of telekinetic force manages to shrug off damage that would have severely hurt the air genasi. He can't help but audibly exclaim in relief when he looks over his shoulder at you, marvelling in your power that just saved his life

When the heat of battle subsides and everyone is taking a well deserved breather, you find yourself exhausted - maybe your focus was a bit too much on impressing Dorian than making sure you yourself were alright? A headache is on its way, and you'd love nothing more than to curl up and sleep it off

A short but deliberate strum of the lute pulls you from your thoughts as Dorian sits down next to you, an almost bashful smile on his face as he casts Cure Wounds. "... Thank you. For earlier, I mean." Warmth spreads through you, and you're unsure if it is purely because of the healing magic. Steely blue eyes find yours, and he simply says "I hope you know I'll look out for you too."

#critical role x reader #exandria unlimited x reader #dorian storm x reader #dorian storm #critical role imagine #critical role #exandria unlimited #exandria unlimited imagine #my work #x reader #imagine #dungeons and dragons #dnd #psi warrior

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 4 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I know I haven't been able to update as fast as you'd want me to but I'll try to fix that. Your comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: None really

1652words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to do something they liked. That was the only way Cassian kept from spiraling. Since sending the woman to her own house, Cassian had more than a few moments when he wanted to repeatedly slam his head against a wall. That’s why he spent most of his time sparring with Azriel. He won’t admit he was simping for that woman in his free time too. Or maybe that was always.

Now, sprawled on a couch in front of the TV, with nothing to do but stare at a blank screen, Cassian led his thoughts to the box he kept all unwanted thoughts locked in. He thought about Tomas, her ex-boyfriend. Funny, he thought. I know her ex's name but not hers.

It took him a little too long the other day to realise they didn't exchange names. Again. He once thought that maybe she was purposely not giving him her name. That maybe, for her, he was just a random stranger who happened to save her life. He snorted. Surely anyone would know the name of the person they saved or was saved by— stranger or not. He supposed he'll have to make do with pronouns for now.

After she left his home, it took every scrap of self-restraint not to beat this Tomas dude to pulp and let him rot in the same alley he had the misfortune of meeting him in. He may or may not have been the cause for some extra injuries. Cassian appreciated the woman’s attempt at mercy. He, however, didn’t trust Tomas at all. He was dubious about just handing him over to the police. Who’s to know he won’t frame him and the woman for absurd things? Anyway, he left a note in Tomas’s house saying something like “Step out of line, lose your favourite part of anatomy. Name it and have it for your meal.” He made sure he printed so that no one would recognise his writing. Yet, all this didn’t calm his nerves one bit. He presumed he’ll have to stay on guard for some time now.

Now, back to the girl. He sighed. He didn’t dare change the sheets in his guest bedroom. He didn’t even let Mor use the room when she came over last weekend— which he could bet created suspicion. No, that room was only open when he craved her scent. He even realised one of his shirts was missing. He shrugged it off thinking he would've left it somewhere and just couldn't find it. Once she came to his house, he was constantly thinking about her. So much that now he started pinching himself often. It was the only way he could stop thinking about her— by creating physical pain.

Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall. 2.30 in the afternoon. He walked to the refrigerator and checked his freezer compartment. Huh. No ice-cream. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed to the mall to get an ice-cream with a pout. He’ll have to leave for Rhys and Feyre’s first anniversary only around 5.30 to prepare everything. He has enough time to get an ice-cream and probably hang out for some time. Good enough to stop thinking about her. Or so he thought.

***

Nesta wasn’t sore anymore. Her headache was gone almost a week after the incident. Her nose didn’t hurt anymore. Okay, maybe a little bit. It didn’t hurt unless she bumped her nose against something. Today, her nose was dully throbbing because she hit her nose against a pillow yesterday. A very, very soft pillow and yet it hurt this much.

The man’s first-aid and medicines were really helpful.

It really wasn’t fair that he excelled at basic first aid too. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. With black tattoos swirling over generously muscled arms and shoulder-length dark hair curling at the edges and gloriously tanned skin and hazel eyes with minute flecks of green and brown when taken a closer look at and dimples and—

A quiet “Who is it?” snapped Nesta out of her moping. She looked up to see Gwyn walking to her.

“Who is what?” she asked, feigning nonchalance. Gwyn's pursed lips and glare conveyed that her act wasn't enough.

“Who are you thinking about?” Gwyn clarified.

“What makes you think I'm thinking about someone?” Nesta retorted.

Gwyn sat on the chair next to her and started assisting with classifying the unceremonious heap of books on the table to be kept back in its correct positions on its own rack.

“Nesta,” Gwyn sighed, “Clotho assigned you this stack almost an hour ago. And you've barely finished a third of the stack. Normally, you'd finish stacks bigger than this in an hour. So there's clearly something.”

“It wasn't anyone,” Nesta mumbled.

As usual, Gwyn saw through her lie. “You were twirling your hair,” she said flatly.

Heat inched up her neck. “I was not!”

Gwyn murmured a “uh-huh” and they lapsed into an easy silence till they were almost over.

Gwyn's eyes lit up as it normally did whenever she got an idea. “Is it him? The guy you came with that day?”

Nesta scowled, “How do you know…” she broke off when she realised which 'that day' Gwyn was talking about. Nesta fought back a blush. “No, no, this isn't about him. We don't know each other. Much. Like, we've seen each other a number of times? That's it. Nothing else.” Cauldron, the first part was a complete lie. But at least the rest are true. Will Gwyn happen to know his name? Maybe I ought to ask her. Or maybe I shouldn't.

She should, she decided. She cleared her throat. “Uh, Gwyn? Do you happen to know his name?”

Gwyn frowned and asked, “He hasn't told you yet?”

Nesta shook her head and answered, “No, we, uh, forgot. I guess. We haven't really exchanged names.”

Gwyn nodded and smiled. “Well, he is—”

“Gwyn!” a voice called. “You can't expect me to come over to you and beg for you to help me. Help me only if you want to or don't work under me.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened. She abruptly stood up and mouthed, “Merrill. I gotta go. I’m so sorry.” She all but ran to Merrill, the very strict librarian Gwyn was working under.

Nesta sighed and continued her work. There wasn’t much left so she was able to finish fast. She picked her things and left the library with a word to Clotho, heading to the mall.

***

The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to also eat something they liked. So, ice-cream it was. After having his ice-cream, Cassian was aimlessly walking around the mall. Here, not more than a month ago, he met her for the first time. Almost a month ago. He huffed out a breath. The fact that he was pining for her this long blew his mind off. He—

“This is your fault— not mine. I’m not taking the blame for this,” he told her. They bumped into each other. Again.

Her lips quirked up. “It is kind of my fault. But blame this—,” she poked his chest, “— for making my nose hurt again.”

Just like that, his mood sobered. “How are you?” he asked.

She pointed at the cafe to her left. “Coffee?”

He nodded. Who was he to say no to her?

So they ordered coffee and talked about everything and nothing. He grinned and she laughed. He laughed and she smirked. He wouldn’t say he knew her well but he’d never seen her so carefree. Her laugh was like nectar for a starving man. Her eyes bright and welling up with tears from laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed this much,” she said.

Cassian put a hand on his heart dramatically and said, “I know, I know. I’m very funny.”

Her lips kicked up a notch. She straightened as if she just realised something. He was about to ask when she drawled, “So I just realised that we still haven’t exchanged names.”

Oh. Right. Of course. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Usually, when people meet, they start with introductions but in our case we’ve literally bumped into each other three times and still we don’t know each other.” He shook his head and extended his hand. “Well, hello there. I’m—”

His phone rang in his pocket. Fuck. He was going to kill whoever was calling him now. He was so close to knowing her name. He pulled out his phone to see an incoming call from Azriel. He apologetically looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry. I wish I could choose not to take this call and instead kill this idiot but I can’t. Just give me a moment, okay?”

She nodded and he picked up his call.

“What do you want?” he hissed.

“It’s 5.30 already, you idiot. We’ve got to get the things ready for the party. Mor already went to get the cake and you’re not even at home. Where on all earth and hell are you?” came Az’s faint voice.

“15 minutes only? Mother above, I’m coming.” he said.

Az’s “make it fast” was the last thing he heard before hanging up. “I wish we could stay here and talk forever,” he said to her, “but I have something up in a short while and I totally didn’t realise time was passing this fast. I’m so sorry. It was nice talking to you. Really. And I wish we could meet again. Though without the bumping part.”

He grinned when she smiled and said, “Bye. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” he called back. He didn’t want to think he imagined the subtle look of disappointment on her face because hell, he was a walking epitome of disappointment right now.

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lulaypp · 3 years

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Note: While this is meant as a mini follow-up of my Three Dark Walls And A Collar, it can be read seperately.

Warnings: Panic, Flashbacks, Mentioned Nightmares, Referrenced Torture, Injuries

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Nightmares were common for them. Far from pleasant, but definitely not a rarity.

Jason bit his lip as he panted, his chest sore as he tried to control his rapid breaths. The night light by his bed softly illuminated the room enough to stave off part of his panic as he fumbled to untangle himself from his sheets.

It had been a week after Black Mask had caught him. Dick and Alfred had deemed Jason well enough to leave the med bay but not the manor, which was fine by him. At least he got to stay in his own room without people crowding around him all day long. But as peaceful as the solitude was, it made nightmares a bit harder to wrangle down. Even so, it was nothing he wasn't used to. He had been living alone with his nightmares for years.

But it would be easier without the rain and flapping branches outside, a storm brewing quick and heavy.

His breaths and heartrate were still running fast by the time he settled under the blanket again. His healing ribs were protesting at his movements and curled up position, but he stubbornly tucked his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes on his dim nightlight, trying to ignore the non-existent smell of mud, the shadow that clung to the far walls and the solid pressure on his neck.

The rain pattered heavily onto the window and he could almost hear the sound of the drops hitting the earth and grass despite being indoors and far too high up. Nearby tree branches rapped against each other and onto the brick walls as the wind swept them back and forth. If the pitch is heightened up a notch and the sound sharpened, it could almost sound like-

Jason sucked in a breath, blinking away images of a glass wall standing far too close and pulled the sheets tighter around him. It frustrated him to no end that the effects of his short-lived captivity still lingered in his mind, randomly throwing him to little fits of panic. He understood that it was natural and normal, even for his insane family of vigilantes and ex-assassins-in-training, but it always bugged him.

He could hardly stand any sort of sharp clicking anymore. He discovered that the hard way after he was helping Dick looking over a case and he had been idly fiddling with a retractable pen. He had been putting it back together after dismantling it when there was a strong pressure on his neck and the pen’s clicks grew louder. On hindsight, he felt rather foolish for accidentally triggering himself, but at least he knew that now and avoided all computers and clicking stationaries.

In the privacy of his bedroom, he allowed himself a soft whimper, trying to will himself back to sleep yet attempting to stay away from it with equal measure. He was exhausted, but he was tired of nightmares. At the most, if he got tired in the morning, he'll get a nap once the storm blows over. Maybe Damian would be generous enough to be a pillow.

Thunder split the tapping at his window and he jumped, burrowing further into his thick blanket. His chest was throbbing horribly and the injuries littering his arms were aching. His still-kind-of-broken fingers screamed from where he was clutching at the sheets, but he didn't let up his tight grip.

His neck hadn't yet healed. It probably had suffered the worst damage, along with his throat. The collar had left burns from where the metal had charged volts straight onto his skin and his trachea had been mangled after suffering repeated strangling pressure. It wasn't as bad now, but Alfred had insisted to leave it bandage-wrapped to help the healing process. No one mentioned the fact that it also deterred Jason from accidentally clawing at the burns and scratches, be it during his nightmares, panic attacks or absentmindedly. He didn't quite appreciate having something around his neck, but he understood the benefits.

His sight was blurring slightly and he hoped that it was sleep finally coming to take him again. Until he realised that it was just his breathing running out of control. Air was shallowly entering his lungs at a quick pace, his neck turning fiery.

He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly worked himself back from near-hyperventilation. The noise outside was really starting to get into him. He doubted he could get any sleep right now. Especially not a decent one.

With his mind made up, he gathered his large, fluffy blanket more firmly around himself and shuffled out of bed. He gingerly rested his weight onto his injured ankle before slowly making his way to the door and out into the corridor, a headache slowly brewing the longer he stayed up. After a short pause at the top of the stairs to catch his breath and right his tilting vision, he carefully limped down and crossed multiple winding hallways before finally reaching the kitchen. Which was, unfortunately, occupied.

His headache was reaching a brain-pinching level and he had been too focused on not tripping over his blanket and his own feet that he didn't realise the other person, jumping when a deep voice greeted him.

"Jason? Are you supposed to be up?"

Jason blinked at the hazy figure approaching him. "Bruce? When did you get back?" As far as he was aware, Bruce was supposed to be on an outer space mission with Justice League and wasn't due back until a few days. Maybe Jason was actually asleep and dreaming.

He let Bruce push him onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. Bruce took a seat right beside him before answering, "Just over an hour ago. What are you doing up this late?"

Jason scowled, realising that he probably looked a little pathetic, childishly wrapping himself in his fluffy blanket. "'m not a kid." His throat decided now to remind him that talking was still not a wise thing to do. "'s'not like it is that late either."

"It is four in the morning and you are injured. You're not shouldn't walk around with a sprained ankle."

Just because that was true, didn't mean that Jason would agree, even if his leg did. "That was days back. Besides, it is not like you can judge how badly I'm hurt and what I can and not do just by staring at me for-"

"I read the reports, Jay. Damian told me what happened last week which is why I came back early."

"At least I'm not stupid enough to fling myself back onto the streets." Jason rolled his eyes, huffing as he leaned against the counter. He tried to ignore the blooming warmth bubbling inside him at the thought of Bruce coming back from space just because he was hurt. "I'm fine and old enough to take care of myself, old man."

Bruce's lips were pressed into an unhappy line but he let the silence reign over them. Jason had forgotten why had he thought going downstairs it was a good idea, regretting it now that his head and leg were throbbing.

Just as he was weighing the pros and cons of getting up to make himself tea, Bruce spoke up.

"Is there any reason why you decided to come down to the kitchen?"

Too tired to make up a lie or to deflect, Jason mumbled as he tried to make himself comfortable with his head on the counter top, legs tucked under himself and the blanket firmly covering him. "Couldn't sleep." The marble tile was cool against his forehead and he closed his eyes, burying his nose into his soft blanket.

He didn't see Bruce coming closer, but fingers were running lightly through his hair. While they were nice, it also meant that the man definitely noticed the supressed jump when a loud thunder cracked and rumbled. The sound made him aware of the noise again, the insistent pattering of rain drops.

The blanket around him shifted slightly before Bruce said, "C'mon. Let's get somewhere more comfortable."

Jason didn't quite feel like moving, finally finding a position comfortable enough that his ribs wouldn't protest, his back wouldn't hurt and he wouldn't fall off the small stool, so he stayed put. But the decision was made for him when he was ripped away from the counter. He blinked in surprise, taking a while to realise that Bruce was lifting him up before leaving the kitchen.

He wriggled in Bruce's arms. "Bruce, put me down. I'm an adult and heavier than you are. You don't get to carry me."

Bruce only held tighter the more Jason struggled. "Well maybe I don't get to carry you, but you get to be carried and seeing as I am the only one around..." Bruce was obviously hiding a teasing smile.

Jason huffed, resigned to the relative comfort, and closed his eyes. Just as he thought sleep might come to him, another lightning split the darkness of the hallway as thunder shook the windows they passed. He pressed his head into Bruce shoulder, heart running loud in his ears. Dirt was tacky on his tongue and bandages around his neck felt suffocating. His chest ached worse with the effort to keep his breathing even and his head was spinning. His fingers reached up to assure himself that the thing strangling him wasn't metal.

Something squeezing his shoulder startled him. It was Bruce's hand rubbing and lightly patting, the angle awkward from where it crept up from under Jason's shoulder. He felt momentarily embarrassed at the thought of Bruce noticing his spiralling panic but the feeling was gone when the thundering outside kicked up again.

"How was space?" He probably shouldn't be making small talk with his sore throat, but he really wanted something to overlap the storm.

Bruce must have caught up on that as he started talking. A lot for a man whose native languages were incoherent grunts and growls. "It wasn't really eventful. I don't really see why I was brought along since it was a negotiation mission and the Lanterns and Clark could have handled that on their own, but I assumed that they wanted me for the budget handling."

As Bruce went on about funding and budgets, Jason closed his eyes, paying little attention to the words but wholly to the voice and tone. He never thought he'd ever willingly listen to Bruce drone on about finances of all things, yet here he was feeling comforted by it.

By the time Bruce stopped, Jason was already in a half-asleep daze. He felt himself getting lowered and blinked slowly to take in his surroundings. It was darker now, but the blurry silhouette of Bruce pulled him back from any rising fear. The sound of the storm was also gone. Where were they?

His blanket was pulled away from his loosening grip and he was about to protest when it was adjusted to properly drape over him. "Where're we?" he mumbled. The surface under him didn't feel like a bed so it couldn't be his or Bruce's room. And the place lacked any windows. Not to mention that it had to be deep enough in the manor to block out the noise of thunder.

"Theatre room." Bruce was hovering somewhere in front of him, fingers running through his hair.

"Oh." That made sense. The theatre room was designed to be relatively soundproof.

His eyes were slipping close when a kiss was pressed to his forehead. Call it placebo, but he felt his headache starting to clear away from that one gesture. He let out a contented sigh, melting into the figurative warmth around him.

"Sleep, chum. I'll be right here." Bruce shifted closer, pulling off what felt like a makeshift hug while still keeping his carding fingers as he started humming a tune.

Jason heard himself mumbling something in response as he pressed into Bruce's shoulder, eyes closing and breaths evening out.

#Fanfiction #Batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Red Hood #Batman #Fluff #Hurt/Comfort #Follow-ups/Sides #I wanted to have Jason shuffling about with a giant fluffy blanket after a nightmare #and at the same time I felt like giving 3 Dark Walls a sort of continuation just because I like it #put together and it turned into this.'#IT REALLY IS LONGER THAN I INTENDED #I'M KINDA SORRY BUT NOT SO MUCH #I honestly thought that it was just 1K at most #But it is apparently........... 2K #How?#But hey! at least it has comfort!#:D

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supersickies · 3 years

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Summary: "MJ wasn’t a STEM major, but if she were going for her Ph.D. she would bet he had a raging case of bronchitis. Not that the boy would ever admit to it.

“I can’t get sick MJ. It’s probably just some dust in the air.”

“Seriously Em, I just swallowed wrong that’s all.”

“My throat’s dry! I’m not sick!”

MJ had heard it all in the past few days, and she believed none of it."

Peter is basically on his death bed, but MJ has a plan.

A/N: Yay! @sicktember day two! I can't lie this is really the only other sicktember fic that I have complete. Everything else is simply a WIP or merely a figment of my imagination just hoping to be made into an actual work. But who knows! Maybe I'll muster up some motivation between now and when I go see Shang-Chi in a few hours! Either way here's my first (of many) PeterMj fics for Sicktember 2021! Read it here or click the link to read on AO3!

EDIT: LMAO I FORGOT TO POST IT BELOW THE CUT BUT ITS HERE NOW SORRY !!

MJ wasn’t really sure what she was trying to prove when she decided to take a microbiology course. Yes, she graduated from a STEM school (as valedictorian with honors, thank you very much) but college science courses like this were a whole other ballpark. Especially as a journalism major. But hey, she needed the STEM credit. That and her adorable (insufferable) boyfriend practically begged her to take the class with him.

And who was she to say no to Peter?

So that’s how she found herself on the floor of his dorm, notecards of test questions scattered about, trying with all her might to study for their first midterm. But something was keeping her from concentrating.

That something being her boyfriend, hacking up a lung.

Again, MJ wasn’t a STEM major, but if she were going for her PHD she would bet he had a raging case of bronchitis. Not that the boy would ever admit to it.

“I can’t get sick MJ. It’s probably just some dust in the air.”

“Seriously Em, I just swallowed wrong that’s all.”

“My throat’s dry! I’m not sick!”

MJ had heard it all in the past few days, and she believed none of it.

She had seen Peter when he was ill, long before the spider bite. In fact she had seen him sick a bunch of times, because pre-bite Peter was quite the sickly kid. She noted that this current “mystery cough” he had now was eerily similar to the one he had during their 6th grade holiday choir concert, and he sounded a lot like he did in 8th grade when he could barley talk for their group presentation on The Outsiders.

Not that she took note of all the times he was sick. She wasn’t obsessed, just observant.

(She was a little obsessed).

But it doesn’t take an overly observant girlfriend to know that Peter should be in bed and resting right now. Especially when he could barley manage to catch a breath.

MJ tenses as she hears the deep chesty coughs come from where Peter sits studying at his desk. She holds her tongue, not wanting to poke the bear more than she already had. Peter would never and has never in his life gotten angry at Michelle, but the more she had pushed him to admit that he wasn’t feeling well, the more annoyed he was becoming. So she stayed quiet.

But Peter didn’t.

It seemed as time went on, Peter’s coughs became harsher, deeper, wetter even. MJ couldn’t help but grimace at the wheeze that was also now very evident in his breathing.

She glances up at him, his eyes glazed over with fever and his nose burred in micro-bio notes, seemingly unaware of the world around him and the virus raging in his lungs. MJ stifles a sigh, feeling fed up with her decision to keep quiet. She sets aside her flashcards and lays her head in her arms as she weighs her options.

She could continue to push and try to beg Peter to admit that he was unwell. But Michelle knew that would only lead to more defiance, so that was out of the question.

She could also simply force him to rest. She knew she had the capacity to get him into bed with just a look, but the idea of doing so made her feel uncomfortable. This was her boyfriend, not some animal she could just boss around.

Her feet kick in the air behind her as she continues to wrack her brain. She listens despairingly to Peter’s coughs as she thinks, and if she’s being honest, just the sound of his hacking was making her throat feel kinda scratchy too.

Wait. That could be something.

What if it wasn’t just Peter who wasn’t feeling their best.

MJ was known to be prone to migraines, but hadn’t had one in a while thanks to a medication she had started. But what if, hypothetically, maybe she’d accidentally missed a dose?

MJ takes another glance at Peter, who was still zoned in on his own study guide, before making the first move in her grand plan.

She groans.

It’s too loud or overly painful sounding, but hopefully enough to warrant some alarm from her boyfriend.

And it has the desired effect, as out of the corner of her eye she sees Peter stop his studying and glance at her. Now, with his attention, she takes it up a notch. She groans slightly again, this time adding a wince and an eye rub.

She hears Peter make a soft concerned noise. Bingo.

He’s sill looking at her, so she does her best to look just as rundown and sick as she can. It works.

“Em? You okay, babe?” Peter’s voice is gravely and nearly gone, but she can hear the worry in his tone. She’s got him right where she wants him.

She turns her head to answer him, her eyes squinting to make it seem as though the lights were making the headache worse.

“Hm? Oh, no yeah everything’s fine, Pete.” MJ’s voice is usually deeper and raspier than most, but she really cakes it on for this. Again, desired effect achieved.

“You really don’t sound great, Em. You sure?” His sentence is punctuated with a rough coughing fit, ironically enough. But even as the fit dies down his attention stays on MJ, who is now rubbing her temples like her life depended on it, both eyes squeezed together tightly.

When he sees her miserable demeanor he quickly (yet shakily) abandons his own work to sit on the floor beside her.

“Seriously, MJ.”

She looks up at him with pitiful eyes, time to really sell it Michelle. She sighs, “M-My head just kinda hurts…It’s nothing.” She caps her Oscar worthy performance with another wince before burying her head back in her folded arms.

She feels his way too warm hand on her back as he rubs it in an attempt to comfort her.

He’s still buying it.

Maybe she should get a minor in theater performance?

“You sure? This doesn’t look like nothing.” He questions hoarsely. Now that he’s closer to her she can almost hear the crackling in his chest when he breathes. She had to get him to rest now or else this shit was going to get way worse.

“I-I think I may have forgotten my pill this morning. I can’t remember. I think I was just so anxious about the exam that- I don’t know…e-everything’s so fuzzy, Peter.” She says quietly, letting out a shaky breath just like she would if her head were actually pounding.

“Oh, Emmy.” He coos. “Come on, you need to lay down.”

“But the midterm-“

“Hey, the midterm can wait. You’ve been working hard, okay? Take some time to take care of yourself.”

Practice what you preach, Parker.

“Will you lay with me?” She asks, her voice uncharacteristically small as she looks up at him, eyes still scrunched in “pain” but full of emotion. She’s laying it on thick. The things she does for this boy.

“‘Course I will, Em.”

And jackpot. He bought it. What a sucker. At least he’s pretty!

MJ does a victory dance in her head as she lets him help her stand and climb onto his unmade twin bed. She waits for him to climb in and join her, but frowns when he turns and begins to to walk away. She quickly grabs his wrist and once again dons her best pitiful sick person face.

“Stay. Please.” She “begs”, which works again (of course). Peter’s face breaks into a sad smile.

“Just turning off the lights, Emmy. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He leans over and kisses her on the forehand, and she does her best not to think of all the germs he may have actually just passed onto her. She had him in the palm of her hand, she couldn’t break the illusion now.

For the full effect, she lets out a few pained groans here and there as he turns off the ceiling and desk lights in his room, leaving them under the glow of the spidey string lights she’d bought him as a dorm-warming gift.

He’s rather sluggish as he makes his way back and up onto his bed. MJ figures he’ll be out as soon as his feverish head hits the pillow. And she’s basically right, as he lets out a huge yawn as soon as he curls up next to her.

“Get some rest, Em.” He murmurs, already taking his own advice. “‘M right here if you need me.” He snuggles closer to her with a sigh, his arm wrapping around her torso and face pressing into the side of her shoulder. Only moments later soft snores are coming from his mouth.

“You too, dork.” She responds.

Mission accomplished, MJ thinks triumphantly.

#sicktember #sicktember2021 #spideychelle #sick peter parker

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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good puppy

“I love me a sub especially a Midoriya one” IS A MOOD

Sub!Izuku x Dom!reader

word count: 2,300 (about)

warnings: Smut, BDSM, puppy play, striptease, public teasing, degradation/dirty talk, humiliation kink, light CBT,

summary: plot? in my smut? I don’t think so.

You really weren’t looking forward to your anniversary dinner. Make no mistake, you loved your boyfriend with your whole heart it's just, this whole week had been filled with sleepless nights and long hours at work and you weren’t looking forward to spending the night on your feet cooking a special adversary dinner like you had promised. Despite the headache, and the pain in your back and the tiredness in your muscles, you knew you would still cook tonight's dinner. You knew how much Izuku loved your cooking and had promised him, so you would.

You cracked your neck as you left the office, making your way down the seemingly endless flight of stairs (of course the elevator was out of order today of all days) when suddenly you ran into another person. you yelped as you tried to catch yourself, your arms flailing wildly as you did so. a strong arm caught you around your waist, saving you. Then you saw who you had run into.

“Izuku? what are you doing here?” you asked realizing it was your boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around your middle. he beamed at you and let you go.

“Surprise!” he laughed awkwardly “I know you’ve been really stressed out lately so I thought you might like it if I planned everything and you didn’t have to do any work!” he explained his face slowly heating up, as he spoke.

“But if you want we can just do what we had planned, I’m sorry I should have asked-” he rambled before you cut him off.

“That sounds nice Izuku,” you assured him. the smile returned to his face and He shoved a present bag into your arms.

“Great! change into this and we can get going!” he said happily. you went to the nearest bathroom and looked in the bag. It was a casual looking sundress and a pair of sandals, none of which you recognized, had he bought this just for the special occasion? you were a little relieved to see that he was going for casual tonight. you were about to shove your work clothes into the bag when you saw something else hiding in the bag. a small. blue remote control. Also new.

you smiled wickedly pulling out the device, he really had prepared everything. you pressed the first button on the remote, turning on the vibrator Izuku had apparently worn before exiting the bathroom. To his credit, Midoriya looked perfectly normal when you came to him, only the small quiver in his smile gave away the fact that he was feeling the effects of the toy at all.

“And here I thought you were going to be good for me tonight,” you chided lightly taking his arm as both of you headed out of the building.

“Well, I don’t think I ever said that,” he teased. this was going to be a fun night.

The restaurant was a casual open patio type. the two of you ate together at a picnic table Izuku reached over the table to hold your hand, his thumb running absentmindedly over your knuckles. both of you ate in silence enjoying each other's company and the soft spring breeze. At random, you messed with the little blue remote, increasing the speed of the vibrations, or making them pulse.

“This is nice, thank you,” you sighed dreamily. The meal really had been a nice way to unwind after such a long week.

“I’m glad, It’s nice to spoil you for a change,” He teased, you flicked the vibrator up a notch and laughed when he choked on his drink.

“Everything okay Izu baby?” you asked innocently

“perfect,” he responded in a hoarse voice. “maybe we should head home I have more supprises there,” Izuku added. your eyes lit up.

“There's more?” you asked eagerly making him blush, He nodded

“you really have been naughty,” you laughed letting him pull you away.

Izuku insisted you enter the apartment with your eyes closed. you obliged letting him lead you by your wrists and sat down in the chair he guided you too.

“okay open,” Izuku said nervously. your eyes fluttered open and your jaw dropped.

“When the hell did you install that?” you asked, almost laughed, looking at the stripper pole.

“This morning after you left, it took like four hours and I’m not even sure if it will stand up,” he admitted sheepishly, gripping it tightly.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing, but just sit back and enjoy the show,” he mumbled. you nodded and relaxed in the chair. He started the music, slow and sensual with a heavy base.

Midoriya took a deep breath, and suddenly the nervousness vanished. His hips swiveled, snapping side to side in time with the beat gripping the pole with both hands before hooking one of his legs around the pole and spinning gracefully around. Izuku looked pleased that the pole staid upright under his weight. you couldn’t help but giggle a little. Izuku flushed but continued to dance.

He slowly brought his hips to the pole grinding against the metal, one hand trailed across his hips before slowly undoing his belt. you bit your lower lip waiting for him to take off more. wich he did. Teasingly he undid the buttons on his shirt revealing his sculpted shoulders and another surprise.

You were expecting to see his bare chest, with familiar scars and lythe muscules, instead, you saw a lacy black cami covering his chest. Covering was the wrong word. the sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination. Midoriya averted his gaze as he pushed his shirt off his arms and began slowly running his hands over the rough lace. You knew he was embarrassed by your staring but you couldn’t help it, not when he was this sexy.

you leaned forward resting your elbows on your knees. He spends a few more seconds grinding seductively on the pole as the song plaid out.

“You really did go all out tonight,” you purred in the momentary silence. He smiled sweetly

“Anything for you, Master,” the next song started and he began running his hands over his thighs and across the fly of his pants. Slowly he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. His slacks fell revealing the lacy black panties that completed the set. He was even wearing a garter belt and stockings.

Izuku stalked over to you pushing you back in the chair and sat in your lap, crossing his arms around your neck. He slowly dragged his hips back and forth along your leg his hot breath panting on your neck. He reached behind him to take off the cami but you reached out and stopped him.

“No touching during these kinds of shows,” he scolded.

“Shows over Puppy,” you declared. He shifted uncomfortably not sure if he should keep teasing or listen.

“go get your leash baby,” you commanded to your surprise he just leaned over and pulled the leather leash and lacy collar from beside you and locked the black choker around his neck before handing you the leash.

“Good boy, now on your knees,” he listened obediently, Izuku was always such an obedient pet. you flipped the top of the dress over your stoumach and slowly took off your panties.

“Do you see what you did to me, baby? see how wet your little show got me?” you purred. Midoriya locked his eyes on your now exposed lower half and licked his lips. He leaned in to taste you but you yanked back on the leash stopping him.

“I think you’ve been a very dirty puppy tonight, all these new toys and supprises just to tease Master, you’ve been having a little too much fun without me,” you chided softly.

“But this is a special day so I’ll go light on your punishment tonight. However I still expect you to do as I say,” He dropped his eyes and nodded

“go ahead and pull out your dick baby,” he did as you asked, pulling his half-hard length out of the lacy black underwear.

“Good, now here's how this is going to work. When I tell you to you’re going to eat me out and while you’re touching me you are going to jerk yourself off but when I tug on the leash you are going to stop both at once got it?” you instructed, he nodded.

“If you cum before me I’ll have to work out another punishment but If you can get me to cum first I’ll reward you,” you purred jerking him forward letting the little game begin. Izuku kissed your lower lips softly before sucking the skin into his mouth. his hand slowly wrapped around and pumped his cock, you ran your fingers through his hair softly encouraging him.

Izuku nuzzled your folds open and dragged his tongue across your clit making the muscles in your thighs contract involuntarily. you could feel him smile against your pussy as he continued lapping at your sensitive nub. you jerked the leash once and obediently he stopped touching himself and pulled back from you. His eyes still locked on your core as he licked his lips. you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his messy green hair, just then your phone buzzed you checked it. another email from work. you sighed and began to type a reply. Izuku whined seeing your attention off of him.

“quiet puppy, Master needs to do some work, so be a good boy and sit,” you soothed in a mocking tone. you sent the email and let Izuku simmer in his lustfulness. after a few more moments of tension, you tugged the leash towards you. he attacked enthusiastically, his tongue ran over your whole before delving in, thrashing the muscle along your walls. He moaned, and his eyes rolled back. His hand worked his cock as he messily ate you out. you couldn’t deny how good it felt, you leaned into his mouth further allowing him better access to your folds.

Midoriya lost himself in the taste of you, he could eat you out for days if you let him. this time he didn’t notice when you tugged on the leash until you wound your fingers through his hair and jerked him back.

“Greedy thing aren’t you? Bad pup,” you scolded shoving him back on his knees. He pouted trying not to wine.

“maybe this punishment is too light? is that it?” you asked tilting his head back and making him look at you. you kicked out your foot and set your heal down on his hard cock slowly grinding down, a gurgled moan left his lips as a result. you pulled out the remote and held it out for him to see, his eyes widened in fear.

“N-No (y/n) please,” he pleaded, you pressed your foot down harder making him cry out again. “Master! I meant Master,” he said panicked. He must be desperate if he had forgotten how to address you.

“You don’t want to cum?” you asked in mock surprise.

“N-No I want to make you cum,” he whined unconsciously bucking his hips against your foot. you smirked and relented moving your foot off his crotch and dropped the remote to the side

“You think you deserve to make me cum? You’ve kept me from working and you didn’t even take your punishment right the first time,” you slouched back and teased your lips open letting him get a good long look at your puffy clit and wet folds

“Maybe I should get myself off and make you watch,” you mused dipping your finger down to tease your clit.

“N-No Master please let me make you cum,” he pleaded, hitting you with the soft begging eyes that reminded you so much of a dog.

“you want to use your mouth huh?” he nodded, you took both of his hands on your thighs. “well then, use your mouth,” Izuku leaned forward sucking on your clit with everything he had. you waited until he got into a rhythm, his eyes shut and mouth bucking against your pelvis at a consistent rhythm, before grabbing the remote again. The reverb of his moans was powerful against your clit, Tears sprang to his emerald eyes as he continued to tongue fuck you. He whined desperately, either for you to stop teasing him or to let him cum you couldn’t tell.

“what do you want me to do Puppy, praise you?” you asked in a sultry tone of voice you ran your fingers through his hair and bucking your hips against his mouth. He didn’t have to answer you, you already knew the answer. you flicked up the intensity on the vibrator. his nails dug into your thighs and his tongue began moving faster.

“I’m so close puppy, I’m going to cum all over your mouth and you’re going to lick it all up like a good boy right? you’re my good boy?” you panted, the tight coil in your stoumach was ready to snap any second now. Izuku plunged his tongue inside of you, catching all the warm liquid that spirted from your hole as the orgasm rushed through your body. Izuku lapped at your pussy enthusiastically, showing you how good of a boy he was. He didn’t stop until you pulled his head away, his lips detaching from your cunt with an obscene pop.

You flicked off the vibrator and yanked Midoriya to his feet, he fell onto your lap and kissed you passionately. “Such a good boy,” you moaned against his lips.

you stood up and tugged on the leash leading him to the bedroom “let's get you a treat puppy,”

#sub izuku #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #alpha midoriya #midoriya x reader smut #imagine midoriya #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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