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slayonehundredninetytwo · 9 months

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Grumpy Puppy

request: Perhaps Seungmin is developing a headache in the morning, which gets worse after the vocal practices the group has, so when 3Racha mentions to him that he should improve in his singing, Seungmin gets stressed and ends up fighting with them and leaves the studio. He then decides to go alone to the apartment and there he realizes that his headache has turned into a migraine and ends up vomiting but no one knows about his condition because he is the only one in the apartment (Seungmin, Felix, Minho and Jeongin's apartment). Finally the other members arrive and find Seungmin asleep so one of them decides to wake him up to eat but Seungmin gets upset because they interrupt his rest and yells at him asking to be left alone. Things go downhill because he ends up sleeping alone in his room due to no one wanting to stay with him and when his fever is higher he ends up vomiting on himself and there is no one to help him, so he starts crying and Minho hears the sobs and runs to Seungmin's room to see what's wrong and comforts him.

Minho ends up telling the leader about the situation in the apartment and everyone gathers in the apartment to take care of the sick child.

Happy ending! c:

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From the moment Seungmin woke up that morning he knew something was off. He felt developing a headache and hoped it wouldn’t end up being too bad. But sadly, that was not the case.

The group had vocal practice today. Usually this would be Seungmin’s favorite part of the day. But today, all the loud voices, music, and high notes were only worsening his headache. To be quite frank, Seungmin’s singing today was… not good.

He was of key, and his voice was cracking constantly. His members sat listening to the vocalist in horror as his vocals continued to somehow get worse and worse.

When they finished singing through the song, it was the job of 3Racha to give some notes. As producers, they had to tell Seungmin the cold hard truth that his singing needed some work for this song.

“Seungmin, for this song, you’ll definitely need to work on certain things singing. It’s a pretty challenging song. Maybe do some extra voice lessons? You can do it, but right now it looks like it will take some hard work. “

When Chan told Seungmin this, to Seungmin’s fevered brain, it sounded more like,

“You suck. Your voice is awful. You’ll never get this song right.”,

and that really pissed him off. Even if what they REALLY said was no where close.

“Maybe you guys just are bad producers. I bet that’s why. And you guys can’t even sing well yourselves, who are you to talk about my singing like that?!?”

“Woah.. Minnie, let’s calm down a bit, it shouldn’t be that much ext-“

“NO! YOU calm down. You guys are being so mean and tell ME to calm down?!?!?!!!”

“Seungmin, we really didn’t mean to-“

“Well you did. You didn’t mean to say it?! You can’t accidentally talk like that. I’m going home.”

The rest of the group just stared at him in shock as Seungmin picked up his stuff and left.

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When he got home he threw himself into bed with a huff. He had calmed down a bit on the way home, but he definitely was still grumpy. The moment his body hit the cushions, his vision swirled. It seemed that his little headache had developed into a full blown migraine as black spots dance around his vision and nausea started to build in his throat. As much as he wants to stay there in his bed, he dragged himself to the bathroom and feel to his knees in front of the toilet. The moment he was there his stomach clenched and sent the little he had eaten splashing into the bowl. With each splash, he sorta wished he hadn’t yelled at his members before, and maybe someone would be sitting beside home running their fingers through his hair and wiping his mouth. Instead his hair was falling into his watering eyes and he had to wipe his own mouth. When he was finished he trudged back to his room and was out like a light.

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A few hours later , his roommates returned home from the rest of their practice, hungry for dinner. They decided to order takeout since no one wanted to cook.

“What about Seungmin?” Felix asked, not wanting his roommate to go hungry.

“Go see if he wants anything, but be careful, he’s definitely in a bit of a mood today. Don’t let him bite your head off” Lee Know said.

“Good luck.”

Felix cautiously enters the dark bedroom, hearing Seungmin’s softly snoring under the covers. He debated whether or not he should wake the sleeping puppy. On the one hand Seungmin needed to eat. On the other, He wasn’t much of a puppy tonight, and more like an angry beast. But Felix felt bad leaving Seungmin without dinner. So he gently shook him awake.

“Seungmin? Do you want some food? We’re gonna order takeou-“

“Are you kidding me?” Seungmin grunted from his bed.

“N-No I…” Felix knew he made a mistake as Seungmin glared at him with half open eyes

“You woke me up over food? You think I can’t get food myself? I’m not stupid. I would eat something if I was hungry. I just wanted to sleep and now you’ve woken me up.”

“Sor-“

“Just go away and let me rest.”

“O-Okay.”

He couldn’t have left the room faster. When their food arrived, there were only 3/4 of them at the table. When they finished eating, they settled on the couch to watch a movie. It felt kinda weird without Seungmin sitting with them, but they knew he just needed some space, clearly something was bothering him, but it would surely pass with time.

About halfway through the movie, Minho decided to call it a night as well, and headed off to his room ready to fall straight asleep. But as he approached, he heard something. Was someone crying? It had to be Seungmin since Felix and I.N. were still sitting on the couch. He almost left him alone. sometimes you’ve just gotta feel your feelings, a good cry is good for you. But this seemed different, like something was wrong. He opened the door to found his dongsaeng sitting up in his bed in the dark. He also was hit with a foul scent coming from where the boy was seated. He flicked the light on and realized the reason behind the boys crys. There was a pile of vomit on his lap and on his hands, explaining the horrid smell.

“Oh Minnie.” Lee Know said. At this, Seungmin cried even harder. He sobbing caused him to retch unproductively into his lap, as Minho’s hand trailed up and down his spine. Once Minho could finally get him to calm down, he took of the blanket and quickly cleaned it off as well as he could before throwing it into the washing machine and grabbing a spare blanket from the cabinet. He also grabbed a thermometer since the boy had all the clear signs of a fever. When he returned, he took Seungmin’s temperature, reading 38.8 degrees celsius.

“Minnie, why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”

“I-I’m Sor-ry” He said through tears.

“It’s alright. I’m going to call Channie hyung.”

Seungmin nodded his head and laying down, he was out before Chan even answered the phone.

When Chan heard of Seungmin’s condition he immediately rushed to the other half of the groups apartment. When he arrived, Felix an I.N. were frankly very confused why Chan was suddenly at their dorm at almost midnight, but when they found out what was going on, they were quick to also spring into action. The rest of the night was a blur of cuddles, trips to the bathroom, fevers, and medication, but they all were determined to nurse the second youngest back to health.

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sorry this took so long, i’ve been crazy busy.

requests are open :>

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chaosdisorganized · 2 years

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I don't deal with chronic pain, I am only in a lot of pain on my period, which is so bad I can't do anything, it hurts from the waist down and I think it may have grown to my colon... I have had people getting upset with me, only causing me to feel worse, when god forbid, for a week out of the month, all I can do is sit in bed and get stoned because my pain meds don't work and it feels like someone is twisting my tendons and muscles from the inside... I have a job developer who is super pushy about deadlines and most of the time I am on top of it, but on days where I really need to be productive, its frustrating because that tends to be when my period starts..(I suspect I have endo and my doctors do too, I have a procedure next week I need to prep for relating to it...I can't take birth control because repressing my period represses my digestion... I have IBS symptoms with my endo..) How do you cope with folks acting like you are "making excuses" and "being lazy" when you are in pain? I feel guilty for being in pain and needing rest... I will not have something done by a deadline and sent a lengthy defensive email to my job developer about it. I am exhausted. I can't imagine how awful it must be to be in pain all the time, from the first till friday kicked my ass with pain. (I can only imagine what you deal with... My mother had chronic constant pain; 2 ruptured discs in her back, foot neuropathy, migraines, etc. Still doing 90% of the household chores regardless. I can't even fathom that. I think my pain might be genetic somehow...) I take strong pain meds and cannibus to cope, it takes me from a 10 to a five. Any tips on how to get others to understand, and being patient with yourself? My period got significantly worse after my mom died... I think trauma also causes inflammation and chronic pain and even ulcers in the body, so stress is no good, but i get stress about disappointing everyone. People are not very empathetic if you need to miss work or school for pain.... How do you get folks to understand?

Unless someone experiences it themselves they won't understand, unfortunately. Sometimes if im having a really hard time with someone not respecting my limitations ill do theatrics and act like im in more pain than I am (I have a high pain tolerance so a lot of times I can be in really bad pain but hardly making a face) groaning, crying, screaming, flinching, I just let it out. Usually that works. It's not an easy thing to cope with, I've spent my whole life being gaslight about my pain and people think I use it as an excuse to get out of things or being lazy and really fuck em. I'll tell them "you not believing me doesn't make my pain any less real" people seem to think if they don't believe you then you'll magically be cured for some reason? Idk. What's important is that you believe yourself, only you know your own reality. If your body is telling you you need to rest you gotta listen to it. If it's telling you to slow down, slow down. It's important to listen to your body because it will tell you what it needs, and in turn what you need. People won't ever understand until they're old and disabled from age. I know the feeling of not wanting to let people down, but those people gotta know your wants and needs come first. You have limitations and if they can't respect that then that's on them because your limits aren't going to change.

One thing I find really frustrating is how people expect you to get better and to find a way to do so. I can't take ibuprofen or acetaminophen because they make me sick and sluggish. Everytime I complain about pain it's always "take a tylenol" honey I can't take tylenol everyday nor are you suppose to. There's no way to make people understand, you know your truth and if they don't get it for whatever reason then fuck em. What they say doesn't change your truth or reduce your pain. You just gotta tell them to take it or leave it because it's not something you have control over and you can't push yourself past your limits, that'll only make it worse.

I hope that helped at least a little. I'm really tired and dissociative so I'm not thinking optimally.

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suchsaccharine · 4 months

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I feel I am in a stalemate. He has shown me and told me that he's not going to try to improve himself or his relationships with me and ___ by seeing a therapist just once even, of course not ..bc there nothing wrong with him. He told me straight up, this is what I'm offering you, nothing more, if you don't like it then figure it out and leave.

Today is the 3 yr anniversary of finding out i can't have kids (naturally, realistically.) and I'm getting my period tmrw and I am struggling so bad with $ so bad my bank account is about to overdraft and I have nothing coming in to look forward to rn. Anyway today I cried and my body hurt and I developed tensions headache that turned into a migraine and I never had one before. It was so bad. And my back is fucked and I'm crying all emotional about everything. My grandma, ___’s baby pics that are lost from my drives suddenly -don't ask I can't talk about it but idk what or how it happened. I saw them not long ago and now everything from exactly Feb 'xx-May 'xx is GONE. I'm devastated to say the v least-, my baby I won't have, having to plan Christmas rn around how sad everyone is about my grandma...like they are allll fucked up in Ohio. I have to go see them. Bf is taking me and ___ for Xmas for 3 days. I told bf this evening .... (hang on I'm gonna c&p a twt I posted to I don't retype.. here..) I said "I am proud of myself for getting thru the past 2.5+ months bc it was grueling work everyday just staying alive… it was so heavy I just started blocking things out entirely the week before finals. But I made it. And I didn’t feel like I would/could.. (2/2) I told my bf exactly what I just posted and his response was to put his face into the back of the couch and start falling asleep until I made the bed for him to lay on w a pillow over his head. Nice. I am completely dumbfounded. I feel like I am an idiot… I am so publicly dumb."

He said that I said a lot and he didn't know what to say and I said that's fine and then he hasn't spoken to me since except to answer "no" when I ask if I said something wrong out there.

I just need more emotional support than he can even detect. How did I end up so entwined with someone so emotionally undeveloped? How did I not see? He tried to control me and I put my foot down and then he tried turning on ___ and I again put my foot down and told him that this isn't working and I will do what's best for ___. He told me that he's not changing his parenting or anything at all so if I don't like him then I need to decide on that. I do like him I just don't like certain things. Some that you can change, like parenting style. Others not as easily, like learning to feel compassion and how to hold space & grace in good faith. How to be there when someone is sad. How to silently be there but not ignore them. I think that I love him but I also think that I will always find myself unfulfilled and resentful that he cannot or will not be there for me emotionally. He no longer has the role of step parent. It probably seems mostly the same to ___ but bf doesn't make any decisions at all. I told him we need to agree or compromise and if no compromise can be had, then we default to what I want. He said no it's all you now. If it's all me then...we're putting on a show for ___. We aren't cohesive. He said he stands by his methods and is unwilling to change that or compromise, so he is like ..resigning? I need some real money and fast. I need a house for ___ and my cats and where I can get ___ a dog. I need a job that pays enough while I also finish school... I probably realistically need to go to the gym for real and stop eating carbs and processed food and get back into sex work. I can't dance cause of my back but I know how to make more money anyway. I can do it. I can do this. I can leave someone I love because they don't have the tools to be there for me in ways I need it most.

I don't need anyone else. I can make my own money. I can pay my own bills and fix my own teeth and maintain my own car.. I can.

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai’d!Reader

Summary: Sometimes people say the meanest things in the heat of the moment. You’re hiding the fact that something is going on with you, but you didn’t want to worry the men. But because you were hiding something from them, it ticked off one person in particular and made him say something that should’ve been left unsaid.

Note: Hello! Sorry for a very late update! I had sociology midterms and my professors decided to throw a butt load of assignments on me the minute spring break was over! I am also babysitting my cousins, so that is one of the reasons that’s been stopping me from typing something out. But here is a new story for the Isekai’d!Reader fic! I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry for the long wait! For those who are new readers or are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Angst-ish without comfort. Scaramouche is a big meanie and makes you cry and leave the abode. Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 6.1k

Read part 2 of Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid [here]!

You have been acting strange lately. Even though you tried to act like yourself, it was easy to see through the facade that you put on for the fifteen men. They couldn’t help but analyze you closely as you tried to act like nothing was wrong when in reality, there was something wrong. You seemed way more tired and irritable; the bags under your eyes were prominent, and you looked unusually pale. Almost gray. The men couldn’t help but worry about you, but you kept ignoring the concerned looks they’ve cast your way every time you entered the room. There are days when you don’t want to see them at all or talk to them, and it makes them worry that they’ve done something to you that made you feel this way towards them. But boy, they were wrong.

Lately, you’ve been feeling off. At first, you brushed it off as just another sleepless night that made you feel this way, but it continues to get worse and worse. Your head hurts a lot; it felt like Zhongli just threw a boulder at your head. You didn’t think much of it when you first got the headache, but that quick sharp pain gradually developed into pounding headaches that wouldn’t go away. You know for sure that the headache you’re having aren’t migraines. Since you didn’t want to make the men feel worried about you, you have decided to sneak into the medicine cabinet to take some medications to ease your headache. Did the medicines ease your headache? Only for a short amount of time until that headache comes back twice as painful as it was previously.

Did you try to consult Baizhu about your endless headache? No, you didn’t because you knew that if you were to talk to Baizhu about your headache, he would tell the others about said headache. You’ll end up being bombarded with questions from the other fourteen men, making the headache even worse than it already was. So, you kept it all to yourself and tried to act like nothing was happening at all despite wanting to burst into tears because of how excruciating the headache was.

You woke up from your nap, your head throbbing in pain as you struggled to sit up on your bed. You winced in pain, rubbing your temples as the pressure around your head increased. You can hear your blood pulsing in your ears as beads of sweat start to form on your forehead.

“How much longer is this headache going to go on for?” You whispered to yourself, hugging the blanket to your chest with a sigh of frustration. You threw the blanket off your body before getting off of your bed. A wave of dizziness hits you like a huge tidal wave, knocking you back down on your bed.

It has been days since you left your bedroom; the only way you’ve eaten was when one of the men would drop by with a tray of food at your bedroom door. Sighing in defeat, you closed your eyes. “Looks like I’ll be staying in bed. Again.” You slowly reached over to your blanket and tossed it over your body. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not leaving your bedroom; you knew that it makes them assume the worst, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back the headache you were feeling.

Swallowing your pride, you got up from your bed anyway and walked to your bedroom door. You knew that you should stay in bed, but it had been way too long since you left your bedroom, and you knew that the men were most likely worried sick about you. You grabbed onto the door handle and twisted the knob before slowly opening your bedroom door. You can hear laughter and loud chatter coming from downstairs; a faint smile appears on your face at the comforting sound. You stepped out of your bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs while holding onto the railing tightly. You feared that you would tumble down the stairs if you hadn’t held onto the bar due to your legs feeling like they were jello. Your legs were shaking, but it wasn’t noticeable-- or at least you hoped that it wasn’t apparent to the others. You felt like a newborn deer walking for the first time.

The more you descended the stairs, the louder the laughter and chatter got. The louder the laughter and conversation got, the more your headache worsened. Perhaps it was a mistake to leave your bedroom after all. A big mistake. When one of the men, Ayato, caught sight of you. He stares at you with curiosity, causing the others around him to gradually grow quiet and look over to where he was looking. Now, you have about fifteen men staring at you intently, eyeing you from head to toe. Their eyes slowly traced over your body and your face as if they were looking for something.

“Good morning, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Diluc asks, giving you a small smile.

You gave a weak smile in return before answering, “Good morning, Diluc! My sleep could have been better, but I hope you were able to sleep way better than I did.” Diluc eyebrows furrow slightly at your answer.

“Oh? Is that so?” Dainsleif asks, stroking his chin as he continues to analyze you. You swallow the lump in your throat. The headache continues to thunder in your head, making you wince slightly.

Childe approaches you with a smile, “Perhaps you needed me to cuddle you to sleep! I heard that cuddling makes sleeping easier.” He gives you a flirty smile. Xiao and Scaramouche scoff loudly.

Baizhu approaches you from the crowd; he stands in front of you and looks down at you with his eyebrows narrowed. He was inspecting you closely. Baizhu reached toward you and grabbed your face, gently tilting your head from side to side. You stared at Baizhu blankly as he continued to do his thing.

“Have you been feeling unwell?” Baizhu asks; you shook your head in response. You can hear the others sigh in defeat around you. Clearly, you weren’t going to admit that you weren’t feeling well. Archons, why are you so stubborn?

"I'm feeling okay, thank you for asking. I've been feeling tired for the past few days; it's no big deal." You reply, giving Baizhu a weak smile. Baizhu stares at you for a moment before letting go of your face with a small sigh, looking over at the other fourteen men.

Zhongli raises his eyebrows at you, “So you’re feeling okay now?” You nod your head in response to Zhongli’s question with a small smile.

Xiao squints his eyes at you, his eyebrows narrowing slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't believe you." Xiao comments; you stared at Xiao, unsure how you'd respond to his statement.

You clear your throat, “Well, I’m feeling okay now. There’s nothing to worry about at all.” You hope that the others couldn’t see through your lies. But alas, it seems like lady luck isn’t on your side this time.

Scaramouche scoffs, a scowl appearing on his face. “You didn’t leave your room for days and would avoid us for days. It’s clear that you weren’t okay at all.” He eyes you from head to toe; you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under Scaramouche’s scrutiny.

“Listen, sometimes I don’t want to leave my room, and sometimes I will. It’s how I’ve always been before I have arrived in this world.” You argued, eyebrows narrowing at Scaramouche.

“And that’s okay! It’s great to have some alone time for yourself, but you’ve been avoiding us. We can’t help but feel worried about you, you know?” Gorou says, giving you puppy dog eyes.

Itto nods his head in agreement, “Yeah! We thought we did something to upset you and couldn’t figure out what was making you upset.” He scratches the back of his head with a tiny frown on his face.

An overwhelming wave of guilt washes over you. You knew that they were worried about you, but you didn’t think that they would be this worried about you. As much as you wanted to tell them all what was going on— well, technically, you didn’t even know what was going on with you either— you didn’t want to burden them any further with your issues.

“As much as I am glad to hear that you were worried about me, there’s no need to be concerned. I’m okay.” You said softly, giving them a small smile before walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Thoma gave you a small smile and held out a plate of food for you. Before you could walk to Thoma, someone grabs onto your wrist and yanks you back, causing you to stumble into the person that grabbed you by the wrist. You turned around and saw Scaramouche staring at you with a deep frown on his face; you yanked your wrist out of Scaramouche’s grasp, looking at him in confusion and anger.

“There’s no way I’m letting you walk off that easily after giving me a bullshit response,” Scaramouche says.

“Scaramouche, I’m not in the mood to get into an argument right now. I just want to get something to eat and go back to my room to rest.” You sighed, closing your eyes when you felt your headache worsening.

Scaramouche scoffs, “There you go again, wanting to go back to your room. Are you that tired of being around us?” His hands crackled with electricity. Your eyes widened at Scaramouche’s accusation; you couldn’t help but feel speechless at his question.

“No! I’m not tired of being around you all!” You exclaimed.

“Then why were you avoiding us? We care about you, we’re always there for you, but all you do is avoid us and be ungrateful for the things we’ve provided for you!” Scaramouche scowls.

“How am I ungrateful?! Just because I was in my room for days doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful for everything all of you have done for me!” You bury your face into your hands, letting out a tired sigh.

“You know what? Maybe you should go back to your world if you’re that desperate to avoid us.” Scaramouche scowls.

“But I’m not avoiding you all!” You cried.

While you and Scaramouche were arguing, the others stayed silent and watched the entire scene unfold in front of them. You weren’t sure as to why the others weren’t speaking up or stopping the argument between you and Scaramouche. It was like they were on Scaramouche’s side and agreed with everything he was saying.

“If you really want me to go back to my world, then just say it then!” You exclaimed, tears blurring your vision.

“Fine! Leave Teyvat! Everyone here will be glad that you’re gone because taking care of you is nothing but a burden!” Scaramouche hissed. Your heart drops at Scaramouche’s harsh words. You look at the others around you; they avoid your eyes, and they say nothing.

“Do you guys really think that I’m a burden?” You whispered.

“We’re tired of you hiding something from us,” Thoma says softly, setting the plate of food down on the table with a small frown on his face.

You sputtered, “But I’m not keeping anything from you all!” Your hands began to shake, your heart racing against your chest.

Kazuha places a gentle hand on your shoulders, “[Y/N], we know when you’re lying. You know you can tell us anything, right?” Kazuha gives you a reassuring smile.

Kaeya huffs, “There’s no point in lying when it’s quite obvious that you’re keeping something from us, and it’s affecting you.” He leans against the table with his arms over his chest.

Ayato hums to himself, “Well, if [Y/N] doesn’t want to tell us what is wrong, then we shouldn’t push them any further.” He looks over at you; for some reason, his gaze makes you even tenser. It wasn’t because of the way he was staring at you; it’s because of the amount of guilt you felt because you didn’t want to tell them what was wrong. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell them what was happening. It was because you didn’t know what was going on yourself. They would’ve ruled it off as a possible sickness if you were to tell them what was going on.

Albedo sighs softly, “I agree with Lord Ayato. It’s best we don’t push them to tell us what’s going on. Instead, we should give them time to decide on whether they want to tell us what’s going on or not.” Venti nods his head in agreement.

“Ignore what Scaramouche said; I’m sure he didn’t mean it!” Venti tries to reassure you, giving you a weak smile.

As much as you try to feel comforted by his words, you had an inkling feeling that the others felt the same way as Scaramouche. They didn’t want you here anymore. They see you as a burden and a lot of work to deal with on a daily basis. Heck, just keeping you alive is a lot of work for them. You suddenly don’t feel like eating anymore; you’ve lost your appetite.

You let out a soft and weak exhale, “I’m sure he meant it. There’s no need to keep me around anyway. I’m sorry for being a big burden for you all.” You gave them a rueful smile before pushing past them while ignoring their protests. You walk out of the mansion and soon leave the abode. The sooner you go, the sooner they won’t have to deal with you anymore. You didn’t mean anything to them at all; they only saw you as a burden.

After you had left the abode, it was silent. No one said anything, nor did the fifteen men try to go after you. They didn’t know what else to do; Scaramouche had already destroyed what they had with you by saying something that wasn’t necessary. It was uncalled for, and they did not approve of what Scaramouche had said to you.

“You fucking asshole! Why did you say that to [Y/N]!?!” Childe scowls, grabbing Scaramouche by the shirt collar and yanking him up.

Zhongli grabs Childe by the shoulders and pulls him away from Scaramouche, “Enough, Childe.” He gives Childe a stern look. Childe clenches his jaws and releases Scaramouche from his grasp, watching the short Inazuman man fix his clothes with a huff of breath.

“What made you think you could say that to [Y/N]?” Diluc demands, glaring at Scaramouche, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in return.

“Oh, please, we were all thinking it!” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Who’s we?! I don’t want [Y/N] to leave Teyvat and go back to their world!” Itto exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face.

Gorou nods his head at Itto’s comment, “Right! Me neither! I love [Y/N]’s company, and I don’t want them to ever leave this world!” His ears twitch atop his head.

“Perhaps I was a little bit harsh to [Y/N],” Xiao mutters, his shoulders slumping slightly. The broken expression on your face shattered Xiao’s heart.

“Oh, come on, Xiao! You weren’t even harsh on [Y/N]!” Venti pipes up, tossing his arm over Xiao’s shoulders, making the yaksha flinch at the sudden contact. “All you said was that you didn’t believe their comment about being okay! At least you weren’t throwing harsh words at them like Scaramouche over there.” Venti whispers loudly to Xiao, making Scaramouche throw a glare in the anemo archon’s direction.

Thoma sighs sadly, “[Y/N] didn’t even eat anything today before leaving the abode.” Staring at the plate of food sadly.

“Should we go after them?” Kazuha asks, looking over at the others in confusion.

“I think it’s best that we give [Y/N] some space right now. It seems like they won’t want to see us until after they have cooled down.” Dainsleif comments, getting up from his seat.

Albedo hums, “What if they don’t return to the abode?”

“I’m sure [Y/N] will be fine. If something happens, we will be alerted immediately.” Ayato says, grabbing his boba from the table before taking a sip from the cup.

“Oh? And how would we be alerted immediately, Lord Ayato?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at the head of the Kamisato Clan.

Ayato smiles at Kaeya and takes another sip of his drink, “You’ll find out sooner or later.”

Kaeya grew more skeptical of Ayato’s comment. Kaeya closes his eyes (eye?) with a quiet sigh. Kaeya doesn’t know what Ayato is implying, but he hopes that he wouldn’t find out what Ayato is hinting soon. Zhongli looks over at Baizhu, only to see him deep in his thoughts. Baizhu pinched his eyebrows together as he was stroking his chin as if he was trying to figure something out.

“Mora for your thoughts, Baizhu?” Zhongli speaks up, grabbing Baizhu’s attention.

Baizhu sighs in defeat, “Despite [Y/N] claiming that they’re “okay,” there is something off about them.” Baizhu murmurs.

Xiao scoffs, “It’s quite obvious that they’re hiding something from us.” Xiao leans against the wall, looking uninterested and annoyed.

“We’ll just have to wait for them to return to the abode. Even if [Y/N] won’t tell us what’s wrong, we can always show our support from afar without overwhelming them.” Thoma suggests, picking up the plate of now cold food before walking back into the kitchen to store the food away.

“Uh, how are we so sure that [Y/N] is going to return to the abode? Electro hothead over here told them to leave Teyvat and to return to their world.” Itto says, pointing his thumb over at Scaramouche, who scowled at the nickname that Itto dubbed for him.

Diluc murmurs softly, “We’ll just have to hope for the best that [Y/N] will return to the abode safely.” His heart dropped into the pits of his stomach at the thought of you never returning to the abode and possibly getting injured or returning to your world. Diluc doesn’t want you to return to your world at all. He wouldn’t see that sweet smile of yours whenever you greet him, nor would he hear the sweet sound of your voice and laughter throughout the abode. Just the mere thought of you leaving Teyvat made his heart clench in his chest.

No one else says anything else afterward; tension between the fifteen men was at its highest. Well, mainly the tension between the fourteen men and Scaramouche. They were very unhappy with what Scaramouche had said to you to make you even more upset. Not only were they upset with what Scaramouche had said to you, but they were also upset with themselves for not speaking up to deescalate the situation. You looked so heartbroken when looking over at them, hoping they’d speak up and prevent the problem from worsening, but they all remained silent and just watched the scene unfold in front of them. Scaramouche was tearing you apart over something so little, yet none of the other fourteen men said anything. And now, you’re gone, and they do not know whether you are going to return or not.

Despite Kazuha and Childe wanting to go after you, Zhongli told them not to go, just to give you some space and some time to collect your thoughts. Zhongli didn’t want either of them to overwhelm you much further than you already were. All they could do was wait and hope for the best that you’d return to the abode unscathed.

“But what if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt!?” Gorou exclaims, his bottom lip trembling at the mere thought of you being out alone in Teyvat, scared and alone. Like a bit of bunny all alone in the woods with no one else around to help keep it safe.

“Yeah! What if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt because we weren’t there to protect them!?” Childe exclaims, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks at Zhongli worriedly.

Before Scaramouche could interject, Xiao glared at Scaramouche as if he was telling Scaramouche to shut up and not say anything else further. Especially with the damage that he has caused, Scaramouche sighs dramatically and crosses his arms over his chest after shooting a dirty look at Xiao and the others who were giving him the side-eye.

“Like what Zhongli has said, give [Y/N] some space for them to collect their thoughts. It’s highly unlikely they’ll be returning to their world anytime soon.” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest with a quiet exhale, closing his eyes.

“And how do you know that exactly?” Kaeya asks, frowning at Dainsleif.

“[Y/N] was able to come into our world spontaneously. Has [Y/N] told any of you what they were doing the day before they were sucked into our world?” Albedo asks, looking around at the others in the room. They all shook their heads in response, making Albedo hum to himself. “There must be some kind of portal that had opened that night. Because I don’t have the full knowledge as to what could have caused a rift in our universe, I cannot say how or what brought [Y/N] here.” Albedo tucks his hands in his pockets.

Kazuha tilts his head, “But you just explained it, or at least give a possible reason as to how [Y/N] has ended up in our world.” Kazuha raises his eyebrows at the alchemist.

“A rift in our universe, you say?” Baizhu murmurs, stroking his chin.

The conversation ended there afterward. Usually, at the abode, Itto and Childe would spar as a way to see who was the strongest. Both Childe and Itto couldn’t get themselves to spar with one another because they were too worried about you and your safety. Even though Zhongli and Dainsleif had told the others not to search for you and return you to the abode, they were at their breaking point. Everyone couldn’t go on with their day because you were out somewhere in Teyvat all alone and without someone to protect you.

The morning soon turned into evening. Everyone reluctantly had lunch and dinner without you. The empty chair where you usually sat was left unoccupied. Thoma made the mistake of setting utensils down where you sat until it dawned on him that you were still gone just moments later. They all ate in silence, and the only sounds that filled the silence were the sounds of utensils knocking against the plates and bowls as they all ate their food.

You made a huge mistake of leaving the abode. It had completely slipped your mind that the weather in the abode is entirely different from the weather out in Teyvat. While it’s mainly sunny in the abode, Teyvat’s weather is unpredictable. The minute you stepped out of the abode, it was sunny! Or so you thought. As you continued to trek up the mountains in Liyue, the weather gradually got worse and worse. Your head was still hurting, and it was tough for you to walk further up the hill without feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Storm starts to roll in the minute you make it to the Geo statue of the seven located outside of Liyue Harbor. Once you stop to take a break, rain immediately starts pouring down around you, soaking you to the bone.

“Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.” You sighed, shoulders slumping as you looked around you to find a place to take shelter until the rain stopped.

Spotting a nearby cave, you immediately walk over to it while watching your steps. The grass around you was slippery; you almost slipped and slid down the hill. As rain continues to pour down around you and thunder booms from a distance, you finally reach the cave and stumble into it. You sat up against the wall and shivered as a massive gust of wind slapped you in the face.

“Looks like I’ll have to stay here for a while until the weather clears up.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, hoping to be able to warm yourself up. Alas, you have failed to do so. It was raining so hard that it was hard to look into the distance to see if there were anyone out there to help you get back to the harbor. Your headache continues as you lean your head up against the wall. You closed your eyes and soon drifted off to an uncomfortable nap.

You were woken up by someone shaking you and calling your name. You scrunched your face and groaned in response, hoping the person would stop shaking you once they heard that you were awake. But you were wrong because the person continued to shake you while lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and saw Aether and Paimon hovering above you; they looked almost terrified. Especially Paimon.

“Aether?” You croaked, wincing at the feeling of your dry and scratchy throat. Oh fuck. Did your “sickness” get worse? Were you even sick? Even if you weren’t ill before taking an uncomfortable nap, you sure are now.

“[Y/N]! Why are you out here by yourself?! You’re soaked!” Paimon exclaims; she looks stressed out.

“Where are the others?! Aren’t they usually with you?” Aether hollers over the sound of rain and thunder. You frowned at the mention of the fifteen men that you haven’t seen in who knows how long. You peeked behind Aether, only to see that the once gray skies were now pitch black. Damn. How long were you asleep? What day is it?

“They didn’t want me there anymore, so I left.” You coughed, wincing in pain when your throat tightened whenever you swallowed your saliva.

“You left?!”

“They didn’t want you there anymore!?”

Aether and Paimon glanced over at one another in disbelief; you nodded your head glumly with a slight pout on your face. Tears began to flood your eyes as you struggled to get up from the ground. Your knees immediately buckle beneath you; Aether quickly catches you in his arms and looks over at Paimon worriedly.

“You don’t look too well, [Y/N].” Paimon sighs sadly, pressing her tiny hand on your forehead. You winced at the feeling of her hand pressing against your forehead.

“I haven’t been feeling well lately, but I couldn’t decide on whether I was sick or if it was something else.” You whispered. Your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, threatening to close.

“Well, we need to get you back to the abode! You won’t be able to make it back to Liyue Harbor yourself.” Aether suggests. You shake your head stubbornly.

“Did you not hear what I just said? They didn’t want me to be there anymore. You might as well drop me off at Wangshu Inn instead.” You sniffled, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], but I can’t do that. Your safety means a lot to me and the others; I can’t have you stay at Wangshu Inn all alone while you’re running a fever.” Aether says, lifting you up bridal style.

Too exhausted to protest, you let Aether carry you off into the rain. You closed your eyes and leaned against his chest; your eyelids continued to feel heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Right before you could fall asleep in Aether’s arms, Aether nudges you lightly before placing you down on the ground. You looked at the little floating teapot and back at Aether and Paimon. They gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Please take care of yourself, [Y/N].” Paimon pleads, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Please keep in mind that they do care about you. Whoever said that they didn’t want you here is lying. They can’t stop thinking or talking about you whenever I run into either of them. You’re always the topic of conversations we have.” Aether says, giving you a light pat on your back.

You stared at the ground with a pout on your face. You sighed dramatically and nodded your head. “Alright, I’ll stay in the abode for now.” Paimon and Aether give you a look, one eyebrow cocked up. “And I will take care of myself.” You added; they nodded their heads in approval as they watched you go into the teapot before walking back to Liyue Harbor.

It was silent at the abode, not only because it was at night, but it was because the others were asleep. Or, at least that’s what you’re assuming. You opened the door to the mansion as quietly as you could, walking further into the mansion before taking your shoes off at the entrance of the estate. It was pitch black when you closed the door. You sighed to yourself as you started to creep up the stairs, mentally praying to yourself that the stairs wouldn’t make any noises as you were going up the stairs.

Once you have gotten up the stairs, you notice that every door has been opened. Your eyes widened in fear as you wished that everyone was asleep. Usually, they would sleep with their bedroom doors closed. Now, you weren’t so sure why they were sleeping with their doors opened. Were they trying to make sure that you got back to the abode? If so, you pray that they don’t wake up to see you in such conditions. You look like you got into a scuffle with abyss mages. You walk to your bedroom quickly and quietly before closing the door behind you.

You took a quick shower and changed into clean and dry clothes before collapsing onto your bed. You pulled the blanket over your body and closed your eyes, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. When morning came, everyone was downstairs eating breakfast. They seem a little livelier after seeing that your bedroom door was closed, letting them know that you were back in the abode, fast asleep.

“Is [Y/N] sleeping?” Thoma asks, setting down a plate of omelets in front of Venti. Diluc and Xiao nod their heads.

“I’m glad that [Y/N] is back. I couldn’t sleep last night at the thought of [Y/N] being out of the abode while it’s dark out.” Itto says, scarfing down his breakfast, ignoring the disgusted groans from Xiao and Scaramouche.

“Oh, please. You were knocked out.” Ayato snickers, ignoring the glare the oni shot his way as he continues to eat his breakfast.

“Should we wake them up with breakfast in bed? I’m not sure what time they returned to the abode, but I’m sure they’ll appreciate it if we brought breakfast up to their room.” Gorou says, bouncing in his seat with anticipation.

“I don’t know.” Diluc hesitates, pressing his lips together as he leans back in his seat.

“Shouldn’t we let [Y/N] sleep in a little longer? As Gorou said, we’re not sure what time [Y/N] returned to the abode. After all, we were all asleep then.” Kazuha comments, raising his eyebrows.

“While I agree with what you and Gorou are suggesting, I think we should bring them some breakfast to eat and check up on their health,” Zhongli says, lightly dabbing his lips with the cloth napkin.

“Oh, please. This is an excuse for you to see [Y/N] because you miss them.” Childe teases, poking Zhongli lightly on his cheeks with a teasing grin. Zhongli huffs in response, ignoring the look Childe was shooting in his direction. Childe’s grin widens at the sight of Zhongli blushing.

“You miss them too, Childe. You whine about wanting to see them more than Zhongli does.” Kaeya snorts, making Childe pout in response while muttering under his breath.

“Alright, it looks like we’re all bringing breakfast to [Y/N].” Venti giggles, getting up from his seat eagerly.

Just when Thoma thought the kitchen in the abode was huge, it suddenly felt cramped the minute fourteen other people crowded in the kitchen to decide on what to make for breakfast. They were arguing with one another over what you would like to wake up to and what you would want to eat in the morning. After discussing for who knows how long, they have all come to an agreement to make you an Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich with Dango milk on the side.

One by one, they all went up the stairs while Xiao was holding the breakfast sandwich and Scaramouche was holding the Dango milk.

Dainsleif knocks on your bedroom door lightly before cracking the bedroom door open. Dainsleif and Xiao peek their heads into your bedroom door before opening the door further. They all started to pile into your bedroom as you were still fast asleep on your bed.

“Who’s going to wake them up?” Xiao asks, looking around the room.

Dainsleif approached your bed and sat down beside your unconscious figure. He begins to shake you, “[Y/N] gently. Wake up; it’s time to eat breakfast.” Dainsleif murmurs. You didn’t respond; instead, you continued to sleep. Dainsleif furrows his eyebrows and shakes you once more to wake you up. Again, you didn’t move or open your eyes to see what was going on. You continued to sleep.

“[Y/N]?” Zhongli asks, stepping forward and crawls onto your bed. He takes your blanket off and pulls you into his arms, hoping the sudden movements would wake you up. Only, it didn’t wake you up at all. You remained unconscious in his arms.

“[Y/N]’s burning up.” Zhongli mutters, pressing his bare hand against your forehead.

Baizhu was immediately at your side, pressing his hand against your forehead. You were indeed burning up. They hear a small, weak whimper emitting from you. Your eyebrows were furrowing; you were starting to shake in Zhongli’s arms.

“What’s going on!?” Diluc demands, looking over at Baizhu.

“Perhaps they were sick after all and didn’t want to admit it. Their sickness must have gotten worse overnight.” Baizhu replies.

You let out a weak cough, letting in a shaky breath. You were still unconscious in Zhongli’s arms, beads of sweat forming at your hairline, letting out another small whimper. The color of your skin looked dull and almost gray. It was worrying.

“Tch. I knew it.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, ignoring the glares that Xiao and Itto shot in his direction.

“I’ll go get some medications,” Baizhu says. Before Baizhu could leave, Childe quickly grabbed him by the arms.

“If it’s just a sickness, then why aren’t they waking up?” Childe demands, crossing his arms over his chest, his jaws clenching.

“Yeah! If it’s just a sickness, then why are they not responding?” Itto interjects, approaching Baizhu and Childe.

“Uh, guys?” Gorou exclaims suddenly. Childe, Baizhu, and Itto look over at Gorou, only to see Gorou point at something, his face paled with fear. Slowly, one by one, they look in the direction where Gorou was pointing. Your nose was bleeding, blood was pouring from the corners of your lips, and blood was coming out from your eyes and your ears.

“That does not look like an illness to me,” Ayato mutters, his eyes wide with fear and concern.

Your body jolts with every weak cough you let out, your face pinching up with agony.

“Get the healers, immediately.” Diluc demands.

“What’s there to heal when we don’t know what’s going on!?” Kaeya exclaims.

While Diluc and Kaeya are arguing, Xiao looks over at Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked down at your almost lifeless body in fear. Xiao shakes his head, balling his hands up into fists. If Scaramouche hadn’t said those things to you yesterday, you wouldn’t have been in this situation. If Scaramouche didn’t tell you that he wanted you to leave Teyvat and return to your world, you wouldn’t be suffering.

“You said you wanted [Y/N] gone, right? Well, now you have it. [Y/N] is dying.” Xiao whispers to Scaramouche, glaring at the Harbinger.

Scaramouche looks over at Xiao, his teeth grinding together as he holds onto the bottle of Dango milk so tightly that it bursts in his hands. Everyone around them went silent. The only sound that occupied the silence was the sound of your weak cough and faint whimpers. They didn’t know what was happening, but they surely did not want you to return to your world or die. What was going on with you? Was this the secret that you were keeping away from them?

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The Persuasion Machine (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou / Ler!Class 1A Girls ⚠️PLATONIC⚠️

(A sequel to “Pure Gold”: read that first!)

A/N : sorry it took me a while to get this one out! school has been terrible and i’ve been sick with migraines for days but hopefully this is good enough! i’m working on another mha fic rn so hopefully i don’t quit on it lmaoo. hope u enjoy!

Summary : Bakugou begrudgingly attends the girls sleepover Mina has invited him to so she doesn’t blackmail him with incriminating material. When he doesn’t answer one of their gossipy questions the way they wanted, they decide to use a little persuasion to guide him their own way (leading to some interesting results).

Word Count : 3461

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Bakugou had been dreading today from the moment he agreed to attend this stupid ass sleepover in the first place. Since when did he start caving so easily to puppy-dog eyes of all things?! His friends were starting to make him go soft, and this is NOT something he needs hanging over his head while trying to become the world's number one hero. Especially not from someone who now knows his deepest, darkest secret; he absolutely loves romance anime.

He couldn’t help it, the stories were always so compelling and they drew him in every single time without fail. Sometimes he’d catch himself getting emotional at the worst of the worst shoujos out there, but dammit if he didn’t love a good confession scene, alright?! There’s just something so satisfying about the build-up, the angst, the tension, all of it is just enough to make the stone-cold, stoic future pro-hero shed a few happy tears. He really couldn’t help it. Especially considering he’s been having feelings of his own for someone recently, so that mixed with those heart wrenching scenes..it’s impossible not to cry, okay?!

But now that he’s got someone else who knows this secret about him, he can’t allow it to get out there in the world. Mina is one of his most trustworthy friends, but she’s also the most inclined to gossip. She’s not one to turn away from good blackmail material, and now that she was lying on this pot of gold there was nothing that could turn her away from it, not even good old-fashioned tickle torture like he had already tried. It seemed Bakugou’s real, true, only option at this point was to attend that dumb fucking sleepover and get this shit over with once and for all.

So that’s what he did. Even though he tried his best to ignore the nagging dread building up as the day slowly dragged on, the moment he heard that excited knock on his door at 6 that evening, he knew there was really no escape. He was being forced against his will to have...fun.

With an exasperated sigh, Bakugou trudged from his bed over to his dorm door, throwing it open only to be attacked in a vicious hug by a flash of bright pink. The girl held his arms tightly against his sides as his eyes drooped in annoyance, Mina letting out an excited little squeal as she tired bouncing the boy up and down in her hug.

“Eeeee! I’m so excited, Blasty, you have no idea! Tonight’s gonna be the best night ever!” She giggled giddily, finally letting him go before grabbing his wrist and quickly leading him out into the hall towards her room. He growled at the contact, though didn’t put up any resistance. Better to just get this shit over with and let the little nuisance have her fun, Bakugou thought as they finally reached the door to her room. He could hear chatter from the inside, assuming the girls had been hanging out for a few hours before Mina had decided it was time for her little guest star to arrive. She placed him a little ways away from the door, standing in front of it and facing him with a wide grin. He was taller than the girl, having to look down to her in order to see the bright smile that seemed to be plastered onto her face at all times.

“Okay, so, here are the rules for tonight: don’t be mean. This is a FUN night, I don’t want you ruining it for the rest of the girls, got it?” She pointed an accusatory finger up towards his face. Bakugou only lowered his eyelids in response, obviously annoyed. She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine, you can be a little mean, but only because we find it kinda funny sometimes. Just no making anyone cry!”

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and throwing his eyes towards the ceiling. “Fine. No one will cry.”

“Good. Next: actually try to have fun with us! Don’t just sit there all mopey like you’ve done during dorm game nights. Actually try!” Mina entangled her fingers together and held them up to her cheek, giving Bakugou the biggest, most pathetic little puppy eyes the explosive teen had ever seen. “Pretty pleeeeease?~”

“Good god, Pinky, I get the fuckin’ idea! I’ll try, alright?! But if you show that video to ANYONE, so help me god you’ll never see another sleepover for the rest of your damn life!” Bakugou shouted, and though his screams would be terrifying to anyone else, Mina only chuckled in response, throwing up a thumbs up towards her taller counterpart.

“Get ready, Blasty, cause this is gonna be great.”

Bakugou couldn’t help it. He was stiff when he first arrived, feeling awkward and out of place. This wasn’t his territory, wasn’t his environment. He was surrounded by giggly girls who wanted him to play their little games and gossip, and it just felt...wrong at first.

And it just kept getting worse.

“Soo...Hagakure...any new interesting developments with Ojiro?” Mina grinned towards the floating pair of pink pajamas rested on a purple bean bag. The other girls all giggled, Tsu even shoving at Mina playfully with a funny scowl on her face. Bakugou knew what they were talking about, and he was not interested in this conversation at fucking all, and for more reasons than just general annoyance.

“I mean, just the same old same old I guess. Not that that’s a bad thing! I’m loving how we are right now, he’s just so sweet and loving and...yeah. It’s going good,” the invisible girl shifted in her seat, and though they couldn’t see her, the smile on her face was blatantly evident in her voice. “Have you guys got any crushes you wanna discuss?”

Jirou’s face turned bright red, though she remained silent and frozen in place. Mina spoke up first. “Nope! Not for me, at least. Still waiting for the day I’m a pro and can finally try to win some with Hawks. God, that’ll be the fuckin’ day,” Mina sighed happily, and Ochacco just giggled and punched her shoulder playfully.

“You won’t get within two feet of the guy before he files a restraining order,” Uraraka said snidely, making the girls laugh. Even Bakugou had to stifle a small chuckle behind his palm.

“Hawks, huh?” Bakugou finally spoke up, leaning his back against the wall and crossing his legs on the bed. He decided the best way to speed tonight along was to engage in their conversation. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Ohoho yeah. What, you tellin’ me you don’t think he’s hot?” Mina chided, looking up towards Bakugou from her place on the floor.

“Didn’t say that. And I didn’t say I was shocked either. ‘Course you picked a pro to crush on and not anyone you actually know,” Bakugou said mockingly, but it only prompted a sadistic grin to appear on Mina’s face.

The pink girl quickly popped from her spot on the ground and up onto the bed with Bakugou, Momo, and Jirou, leaving barely any room on the space. “Hey, what the f-!” Bakugou started, before Mina plopped herself cross-legged right in front of his face, and evil look glinting from her eyes.

“Who do you have a crush on then, Blasty?” Mina’s grin was face-splitting, and the look in Bakugou’s eyes gave her everything she ever could have wanted.

“Crush?! Why would I of all people have a fucking crush!? I don’t like people!” Bakugou shouted, though from how close Mina was to his face right now, it was impossible for her to miss the small tinge of blush on his cheeks. She was striking gold again already.

“I don’t believe you~” Mina sung, her two index fingers wiggling at his chest in teasing mockery. “C’mon, Bakugou, you’re so easy to see through! Just tell us and noooo one has to suffer!”

“The fuck are you talking about?! I don’t like anyone, end of discussion, okay?!” Bakugou shoved Mina away from him (not too forcefully, of course, just enough to shove her towards Momo sitting on the pillows). Mina sighed with a smile, shaking her head with tuts of disappointment.

“Y’know, I didn’t want it to have to come to this, Katsuki Bakugou, but you really leave me no choice,” Mina looked around at her friends with a knowing but evil shine in her eyes, and they all perked up with understood smiles, and Bakugou couldn’t help the tinge of fear he felt shiver down his spine. “Girls...I think it’s about time we introduce our guest to the ‘Persuasion Machine.’”

“The fucking what-!? -hey! The hell do you think you’re doing! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Bakugou shouted as all the girls pounced on him at once, all grabbing at him for an arm. Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure all took his left arm, while Jirou and Momo prompted for his right, each of them holding onto his limbs back tightly enough where he was restrained. Mina plopped herself down on his outstretched thighs, now uncomfortably close to his face.

Mina wiggled her fingers out in front of the boy’s face, and all at once Bakugou understood what was about to happen. This wasn’t just persuasion. This was revenge for last night.

“You’ve got one last chance to talk, Katsuki. Who do you have a crush on?” Mina spoke in a low interrogator voice that would usually be amusing to Bakugou if it weren’t for the fact he was very obviously about to be tortured by tickles.

“NO ONE, PEA FOR BRAINS! LET GO!” Bakugou pulled at his arms, but in all honesty...he chose not to put up that much of a fight. He wouldn’t let the girls know this, of course, but...if he’s here to let them have fun, then dammit he’s gonna let them have their fun, even if that means sacrificing his dignity even just a little. At least it’s these girls and not anyone who’d actually judge him.

“Fine. Have it your way,” Mina smirked, looking towards her friends restraining Bakugou on both sides. “Girls, pin him.”

Before Bakugou could even blink, the girls had him pinned on his back against the bed, now sitting on his arms.He tried to move them, really move them that time and...nothing. Shit. Oh shit. He was actually restrained now. He really couldn’t move at all.

Fuck.

“Pinky, I swear to god if you fucking touch mE-” Bakugou grunted, locking his jaw together when he felt those evil, evil acrylics scribble on his belly. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, tossing his head to the side trying desperately to distract himself from those skittering fingers that never relented.

“Ooh, little ticklish, Bakugou?~” Mina teased, pushing his black tank top up just slightly to reveal his toned but quivering belly. She scratched her nails along his sides, making him grunt out a giggle much to his dismay.

“NO! I’m nohot!” Bakugou giggled as her index finger scratched right below his belly button, his face twisting up in a smile he absolutely despised. “FUCKIHIHING QUIT IHIHIT!”

“Wow, he must be really ticklish. He broke pretty fast,” Tsu spoke bluntly, and though she was only rationalizing the situation, her words somehow felt so teasing to him in the moment, making his giggles go even higher pitched than before.

“Right? Mina’s barely touched him and he’s already giggling,” Jirou chuckled from her side, her eyes never leaving the giggling boy below her. “Can’t wait to see how he reacts when she really gets going.”

Without warning, Mina began kneading her thumbs into the sides of Bakugou’s belly. The explosive teen threw his head back in mirth, cackling and just barely kicking his legs out behind her.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!” Bakugou spat out between his cackles, prompting Mina to gasp in mock shock.

“Well I never, Bakugou! Is that really how you would speak to your bestest friend in the whole wide world?” Mina moved her fingers up towards the bottoms of his ribs, sending him into a whole new wave of giggles and cackles, digging his heels into the bedsheets. “Aww, are your ribs sensitive, Blasty? You real ticklish here?~” Mina pinched at his bottom ribs quickly, and Bakugou was hysterical.

“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! I’M NOHOHOT! QUIT IHIHIT!!” Bakugou laughed, tugging at his arms restrained by the girls on top of him. “MINAHAHAHA!”

“Oh my god! He never calls me by my actual name! We’re actually getting through to him!” Mina shouted in excitement, slowing her tickles til she was just resting her nails on his ribs in teasing warning. He breathed heavily at the relief, but his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and he only opened one eye to look up at his interrogator. “You ready to talk yet? Cause I know there’s gotta be a love interest in that mean little head of yours somewhere!”

Bakugou growled up at her through bared teeth, still breathing harder than he wanted to be. “Fuck...you…” He grumbled at his interrogator, clenching his fists in anticipation as he felt those nails just barely start to move again. They moved at an agonizingly slow rate, making him squirm but not yet giggle.

“Maybe we’re not being mean enough. Jirou?” Mina looked up towards the grinning purple-headed girl in front of her, who already knew what she had to do.

“With pleasure, Mina,” Jirou chuckled, extending her earphone jacks down towards Bakugou’s exposed armpits, just barely letting them touch the bare space. Bakugou’s eyes widened in excited fear at the sensation, his body jerking involuntarily.

“NO! Fuck, no, wait!-”

“You wanna talk?” Mina asked, nodding her head at Jirou, alerting the girl to begin moving her jacks in his underarms. She just barely tickled the area teasingly, but he was a puddle of giggles in no time. His teeth were clenched shut and eyes screwed tightly closed, but the high-pitched, breathy giggles that made his chest shake were unmistakable.

He shook his head in answer to her question, before barking with loud laughter as Mina dug into his upper ribs right below where Jirou continued her teasing onslaught of tickles.

“NAHAHAHA! STAHAHAH-” Bakugou cackled, his words getting lost in the mess of laughs and shrieks as the girls continued their torment on his sensitive body.

“Aww, he’s so ticklish! I really didn’t expect this from him to be honest,” Uraraka cooed, using one of her free hands to scribble one nail down his exposed neck on her side. Bakugou let out a surprised squeal, scrunching his head down to shoulders, effectively trapping her finger in the terribly sensitive area.

“GAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK! QUHUHUIT! I SWHEHEAR!” Bakugou screamed with his own aggressive form of pleading, kicking his legs out in playful agony.

“All you have to do is say one little name, Bakugou~” Mina teased, her right hand staying to squeeze at the hypersensitive spot on his ribs, while moving her left to down to vibrate her index fingers into his very lower rib, the exact spot and method he had used on her the night before.

Bakugou lost his mind.

“FUHUHUCK NO PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIHIT! GAHAHA SHIT NOT THEHEHERE! NOT THAHAHAT!” Bakugou screamed, bringing his knees up towards Mina’s back in a desperate attempt to curl up, before resorting back to his hysterical kicking like before.

“Tickle tickle, Blasty~” Mina cooed, turning the cackling boy beneath her a bright shade of red.

“Oh, he’s blushing!” Momo awed excitedly, pointing down at the boy’s face.

“NO I’M NOHOHOT!” Bakugou howled, squeaking when the finger Momo used to point began wiggling in his pit along with Jirou’s jack. He threw his head back in mirth, shrieking and cackling at the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations on his body.

“Somebody can’t handle being teased, huh?~” Hagakure pointed out.

“Nope. Poor thing’s gonna break in a minute, I promise you,” Mina spoke as if Bakugou wasn’t even there to listen, which only added fuel to his flustering fire. “So you ready for a break, Explosion Boy?”

“YEHEHES! GOD FUCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, gasping for air when all the ticklish sensations stopped at once. Tired, breathy giggles tumbled from his lips, his chest rising and falling in giddy exhaustion. “Fuhucking hell…”

“Crush, Bakugou. C’mon,” Mina crossed her arms, only resulting in Bakugou to roll his eyes.

“Is it that big of a fucking deal?!” Bakugou groaned, jumping with a yelp when he felt a single finger poke his belly button, “FUCK OKAY, OKAY! NO MORE! I’LL FUCKING TALK!”

“Finally,” Jirou muttered, chuckling when she saw Bakugou slightly blush from his spot under them.

“Just...this can’t...this can’t leave this damn room, you got that shitfaces?!” Bakugou’s insult wasn’t laced with his usual fiery aggression, and the girls knew he was serious.

“Bakugou, you would be surprised by the extensive list of secrets that have yet to leave these sleepovers,” Momo placed a non-tickly hand on his shoulder comfortingly, and she could feel the boy deflate relaxingly under her touch.

“Seriously! Nothing leaves this room, Blasty,” Mina gently grabbed Bakugou’s chin, turning his head to face her. His eyes finally met hers, and she nodded. “Nothing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, again refusing to make any eye contact with the girls. “Fucking fine...but not because I want to…” he sighed roughly, shutting his eyes tightly before lowering his voice into a whisper that was just audible enough for the girls to hear. “It’s Kirish-”

“YES! I KNEW IT!” Mina threw her hands in the air with an excited screech, making Bakugou jump a little from surprise.

“I kinda thought the same thing, kero. Just wasn’t positive,” Tsu spoke with a finger on her chin before gently climbing off the boy. The other girls followed, and once he was finally free he pushed himself back to his spot against the wall, bringing his knees to his chest to lay his arms on top.

“So fucking stupid...why did you wanna know that shit so bad anyways, huh?!” Bakugou still couldn’t make complete eye contact with any of the girls out of embarrassment.

“Just thought it would be cute!” Mina smiled widely, before turning to face all the girls again. “So, anybody up for Just Dance?”

“Aw, really? You’re turning in already?” Mina whined up at Bakugou who was already making his way towards the door.

“Pinky, it’s 1 in the goddamn morning. I’ve already been tickled to death, played Just Dance, painted Kermit’s fucking nails, watched a shitty-ass horror movie, AND told you my who my stupid fucking crush is; I think I’ve got the whole damn sleepover experience,” Bakugou grunted before turning his body back towards the door before pausing his hand on the knob. “Actually, uh...come out here a minute, Horns. Gotta ask you something.”

“Already told you once, Blasty, they aren’t horns!” Mina said as she got up from her spot on the floor and over towards the door with Bakugou. “I’ll be back guys!”

“Alright. Night Bakugou!” Uraraka waved at the pair with a wide smile. All the other girls said their goodnights as well, Bakugou only nodding in response.

The pair made their way into the dark, quiet hallway together, shutting the door behind them. “So what’s up?” Mina asked in a whisper.

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “How...how did you know?”

Mina’s brow quirked. “What?”

“You said you knew I liked him...how?”

Mina couldn’t help but smile. She shrugged. “Pretty obvious, Blasty. He’s the only one you tolerate. I used to think it was just cause you respected him, but when I found you watching that romance last night, it all just kinda made sense,” Mina chuckled, enjoying the slightly embarrassed silence Bakugou gave her in response. That was before Mina gasped suddenly.

“Oh goodness, I completely forgot! I’ll delete it right now, promise!” Mina took out her phone, when Bakugou made a small confused noise.

“Huh? Delete what?” the boy asked.

“The video I took of you. Y’know, the whole reason you came here tonight?” Mina turned her phone around to show Bakugou the clip of him crying at the screen of a romance anime, which made the boy blush in the dark.

“Oh, yeah,” Bakugou huffed. “You, uh...you do that.”

Mina just giggled before deleting the video for good. “Goodnight, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugou rolled his eyes with a small hint of a smile, poking her once in the tummy. “Night.”

Mina watched as Bakugou trekked his way back to his room, and couldn’t help but smile. She knew, without a doubt, that that explosive kid with no friends…was definitely her friend.

A / N : thank you for reading, i hope u enjoyed!! sorry it took so long to get out, i’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff in my personal life lol. pls leave a like and pls pls reblog if u can!! <3 xx

#tickling #my fic #mha tickle #tickle community #ticklish!bakugou #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #kyoka jiro #momo yaoyorozu #tsuyu asui #ochako urakara #hagakure tooru #class 1a #tickle fic

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captaincravatthecapricious · 3 years

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Sick Fic I Didn’t Bother to Name Part 2

Basically Jon is sick post canon and Tim lives and is looking after him while Martin is at work. See look you don't have to read chapter one!

Okay so I know we all expect my fics on Wednesday, but next week it will probably have to be early Tuesday morning. So keep an eye out. Wish I didn't have to switch it up, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

cw fever, delusions sort of? sort of flashback?, past strained friendships, I think that's it?

Jon is starting to lose track of time. Getting lost between the seconds. Gaping spaces where he isn’t awake enough to register what is going on or what episode he and Tim are supposed to be on. He’s lost in the moments his gummy eyes are closed and between strained breaths.

He knows it’s the fever. And he thinks he knows where he is.

He’s on the couch with Tim.

In his and Martin’s home.

But between blinking and the gaping chasms between one tick of the clock and the next, he finds himself in places that have been gone. Long gone. Burned to the ground. Both the places and the things that occurred.

He’s on the couch he’s on the couch. He is on the couch. He is using Tim as a pillow. While Tim gently runs a hand through his curls. It would be soothing if he wasn’t also seeing another time. Another place. Another Tim.

A Tim with his face twisted in a familiar rage.

Shoving him. Redirecting a forgotten, graceless fall. Legs giving way under the strain of the worst couple months of his life. Whichever worst months those were… Because for a while each month was the worst in a new and horrifying way.

He is on the couch.

And Tim is speaking to him soothingly as his breath catches in a panic he knows is lost in time. Out of time. Unstuck like Billy Pilgrim. So it goes.

It would have been a sensible fear years ago.

It Was sensible.

When the exhausted slip of the tongue and static echoed off the hatred behind Tim’s eyes, ricocheting. At least once slamming Jon against the wall when he lost control.

And he knows he isn’t making sense. And he knows that Tim would never raise a hand against him. And it wasn’t as if Tim ever really did. But he wasn’t gentle. Touches that once-and-now mean comfort and safety then meant something too tight too rough too much and sent him into walls or to the floor or caused bruises on his stupidly sensitive skin.

Jon is on the couch, mumbling to himself feverishly.

Tim is worried. Jon’s fever is up, despite the recent medication and the damp flannel on his forehead. Tim doesn’t even think it’s too high, but Jon has always been delicate. Or has been recently. Tim wishes he could cast his mind back far enough to confirm that this is just the way his friend has always been, and not a recent development in the years in the Archives where the world was against this slip of a person.

Tim tries not to think about it. Because he can’t lose himself to regret when Jon is facing whatever his mind is throwing at him. Even when his mind could very well be throwing the memory of a Tim that the present Tim regrets. Guilt is something for the bottom of a bottle. Or in the muscle cramping heat of the heavy beat pounding music and pounding feet. Or in the thick of paint fumes and the wet splat of a brush against the walls.

Guilt and anger are not meant for quiet moments on the couch watching over a sick friend. Not for episodes of Avatar the Last of the Airbenders.

No, this is how you rewrite the guilt and rage.

He will regret and be angry with himself and the situation that is no longer the situation when he has his coping mechanisms, both constructive and self destructive.

He soothes Jon. With quiet reassurances and a gentle embrace, trying to gauge if Tim will have to step back to sooth, or if the words are helping, or if he should pause the show or if the familiar noise will help ground Jon.

In another time, Jon stumbles across Tim in the break room. Limping his way to make some tea and let that sooth the fire beneath his skin and the heavy weight of trauma. Rubbed raw wrists. His body failing to bounce back after kidnapping. And the taste of static as the question he’s already forgotten pulls and answer he can’t comprehend from Tim.

The twist of lips in a snarl.

Jon reaching out to apologize, but Tim jerks away.

Sending the unsteady Jon reeling.

Tim is gone before Jon hits the ground. Too dizzy to keep his feet.

Jon is crying, and Tim wonders if he has grounds to blame himself. He will anyhow, but he wonders if it is justified this time.

But he can’t act on that sort of regret. Substantiated or not. This is not the time.

“Hey, ace.” If Jon were more lucid, he would absolutely hate the nickname. Tim loves it. It combines a lovely gender neutral expression with the happy double meaning of Jon’s sexuality. Tim feels that it could serve to ground Jon to a friendlier memory. Not to mention, well. Okay he wouldn’t Hate the term. But he would love to make a show of hating it. “You with me?” He pats Jon’s face lightly, and gently wipes away the tears. He isn’t really sure if Jon is sleeping or hallucinating or just uncomfortable.

Jon frowns. He struggles with coordination enough to rub at his eyes. Eventually he cracks open a fever glazed eye, bringing (Tim assumes) the world into whatever blurry focus he can without glasses.

“Tim?” Jon’s voice is rough. Tim isn’t sure if it from congestion settling or just disuse.

“The one and only.” He throws in a cheeky wink. He wants to say more, but doesn’t know where Jon is in his mind.

A clammy hand reaches up and traces some of the scars Tim got in the unknowing.

Tentative. Both with the lack of clear vision, probably, and with a hesitation that Tim is fairly certain that comes with an uncertainty of where their relationship stands.

“What?”

Again, Tim isn’t sure if this is Jon lost in the past or just hazy on some details.

“It’s Tuesday and Martin made you call out from work today. Martin would have stayed, but I got off from work earlier today, so I am keeping you company. Sasha is at work, though. She’s probably jealous. Uh… We’re watching Avatar. Which you always complain about, but I know that’s just for show because I know you watch it on your own. Oh! And my favorite part! The Magnus Institute has been burned to the ground! And please don’t try to know anything, because you’re sick enough please don’t give yourself a migraine.”

Jon doesn’t give him the typical annoyed look at over-explanations, so Tim has to guess that Jon was missing some of those details. Jon relaxes, however. Which is good. Lucid enough to understand what he’s saying.

“You back with me?” He asks Jon.

Jon makes a so-so gesture. He’s stopped crying, which is good, but he’s still hesitant to relax against Tim.

“Where had you gone?” Tim asks against his better judgement.

“Felt unstuck.” Jon’s hand closes over Tim’s wrist. Using it to cling to the here and now. Tim understands that feeling.

“Anything I can do?”

“Just… be here?”

“Not going anywhere, bud.” Tim promises.

Being shoved. Hitting the ground. Curled on the unforgiving tile.

He’s on the couch. Tim is here, and he’s kind and solid.

Tim is shouting. Angry. Biting. Chilling words. Bent too far to be a friend. Twisted.

Jon is getting dizzy from the unstuck feeling.

Everything is spinning and he is dreadfully cold.

Aching cold.

But he’s afraid that every drag of his eyelids will take him back to echoing shouts and freezing tile and bruising hands.

Jon wakes up screaming. He tries to pull himself up, the blanket wrapped around him like restraints and he wants to be up and moving and free. He screams when someone grabs his arms.

Tight grip, enough to leave marks over his raw wrists. Tim shaking him until the world upends itself and he’s on the floor. On the floor. On the floor.

As Tim looms. Angry and shouting and tall. And Jon is so so so small. Breakable. In a way that no one seems to notice until he’s broken in front of them.

He’s on the floor of his living room. There are no bruises. No rope burns.

Just a precariously high fever. Sitting crying and dizzy in the thick tangled blankets.

Tim kneeling before him, making his posture as unthreatening as possible.

“Jon? Bud? You back with me?”

Five things he can see. Tim. The laptop. His cane. The couch. His ace ring.

Four he can hear. His own pounding heart. His strained breaths. Uncle Iroh on the laptop. Tim’s voice.

Three he can feel. His sweat damp frizzed hairs plastered to his forehead. The thick blanket that takes turns being a comforting weight and a panic inducing restriction. Again, his heartbeat.

Did he take his medicine this morning?

Is he up for more medicine for his fever yet?

The heat of anxiety is easing him back into the ice fever chills.

Tim is reaching for him. Offering him a hand. Instead he tips forwards against him.

“Back with you.” Jon assures, finding his voice at length.

For sure this time.

Nothing like panic to jolt him back aware.

Tim settles him back on the couch with care. Presses a kiss to his forehead, and tucks him in again against the shivers.

Jon settles back to watch another episode, Tim as his pillow once more.

#the magnus archives #fic #tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #timothy stoker #cw fever #cw strained frindships #in the past its all good now #cw hallucinations #sort of

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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hypersensitivities

How Aizawa, Toshinori, and Hizashi would help and support their s/o with hypersensitivities.

While hypersensitivities can be caused by many things (both mental and physical), mine are from ADHD and anxiety. I believe I kept these as general as possible so others can relate even if their issues aren’t caused by the same things as mine.

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa’s the least picky person out there. Come home with a different smelling shampoo for him or a new comforter made out of your preferred material and he won’t bat an eye. If it works, he’s fine with it.

Rubbing. Digging. Scruffing. Itching. Constricting. You just can’t get away from it. There’s always something touching you. It makes your entire being uncomfortable and agitated. He’ll ask if there’s anything he can do. He knows you sometimes need space to breathe and calm yourself. Those times when you want someone to help, he’s there. If you need your weighted blanket, he can find it. If you need shea butter lotion, he can apply it. If you just need some skin-to-skin contact, he can provide it. Anything to get you to stop scratching and pulling at yourself, he’ll do because he hates seeing you so visibly distraught.

Having a strong sense of taste and an aversion to textiles can lead to a difficult food life. Onions are fine if they’re in this dish, prepared this way. Tomatoes, mushrooms, and bananas? Gooey and slimy. Seafood? Beans? Never. It’s frustrating to just eat. While Aizawa’s no connoisseur or nutritionist, he can (surprisingly) cook pretty well. And he sticks to plain, easy dishes. It’s great when you’re essentially limited to bread, some kinds of pasta, and some fruits and meats. He can help with any simple soups and basic meat dishes.

If a truck’s horn or that ridiculously high pitch buzzing finally breaks your ears down to the point you’re crying, find Shouta. He’s always willing to cuddle. Even more so when you need comforting. He’s so safe and secure. Hands will stroke circles while lips kiss your temple. If you have to play rain or ocean sounds in your earbuds or from your phone, he’ll lay in bed with you, keeping you locked to him, and press kisses all over.

Whenever you leave the house, he reminds you to bring any glasses that you need: FL-41 for light sensitivity, blue blockers for computer screens, even category 4 sunglasses if your eyes need that amount of protection. He always remembers. You’ll be at the mall, squinting from the horrible fluorescents, and he’ll pull them out of his pocket for you.

His hair is perfect for hiding in when you’re out in public. It’s thick and smells like him. And while he dislikes PDA, he does make exceptions. Whenever you need a break from the lights, just turn into him, rest against his chest, and his hair will fall over your eyes. He’ll hold you close, patiently waiting for you to be ready to continue.

Please, never feel high-maintenance. If anything, having you in his life makes him more attentive to himself. He’ll eat better from any meal plans. He’ll clean his place more often so it’s enjoyable for you. He is especially aware of what cleaning supplies and detergent he uses. He just becomes considerate of how you’re in his life and what he does because he loves you.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshi developed a love for cooking. With his injury, his nutritional needs changed, so he’s learned to cook well to avoid constantly buying expensive foods. Any aversions you have, whether it be texture, smell, or taste, he’ll avoid. Can the slightest change in the sauce throw the whole dish off? His measurements are as precise as can be. Lettuce is fine, but spinach, cabbage, and parsley? It’s basically paper in your mouth. He’ll find recipes that include just lettuce and your preferred vegetables. You’ll come home to another new dish he made to surprise you.

Textile sensitivities are difficult to deal with. And clothes shopping becomes the worst task of them all. You have to test the fabric, the seams, where the tag is, how the shoulders and neck sit, the sleeve tightness, everything. Toshi will keep a list of the exact materials you like for blankets, pillows, towels, carpets, and clothing. And it doesn’t stop there. Is stoneware and glass dinnerware too irritating on your fingers? His next investment his wooden or metal dinnerware. Is cold press and rough drawing paper uncomfortable? He’ll be on the lookout for specific hot press paper.

The only thing he uses that smells is his cologne. It’s simple and never overwhelming. But if you need a different scent, he’s more than willing to go to the store with you so you can pick out something you like.

Any scents that calm you, candles, incense, and those air freshener crystal beads, will be that scent. Vanilla or lavender. Maybe there’s some obscure scent you can only dig up online? Oh, he’ll find it. It’s incomprehensible how much he loves you. And your comfort is vital. Because if you can’t feel comfortable in your own home, then something’s seriously wrong.

The lightbulbs in your place are always free for you to change. If incandescent bulbs are what you need in the living room, buy them and change them out. If green LED lights help with migraines and pain, put them in the lamp near your bed while you rest. Install smart lighting so you can dim and change the lights whenever you need to. Toshi doesn’t care about the expenses. If it helps and protects your eyes, then money means nothing to him.

It doesn’t help that his smile is just so darn bright.

Overstimulation takes over so suddenly. You’re sitting in the living room, reading, when all of a sudden, the TV and microwave throws your hearing off, your bra becomes a boa constrictor and it’s only tightening, the flowers, food, and candles engulfs your entire being. It’s throttling, smothering, and you can’t escape. You’re left to drown.

The minute you’re scratching, rocking, or crying, he’s prepared. Is your dog fluffy and grounding? Toshi brings her over. Do you need a hot or cold shower? It’s already running. Is fresh air the best for you? He’s walking you to the balcony or roof for a break. He can stay with you or leave you alone.

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi is a little bit of a picky eater too. Certain vegetables and sauces like tartar, guacamole, and harissa bother him, especially if the sauces are chunky. He prefers smoother dressings/sauces. So he completely understands any food aversions you have and never makes you feel guilty for being picky. He spends extra care when choosing what restaurants to go to and what he picks up for takeout.

He loves jewelry, not just wearing it, but on his partner too: necklaces that highlight your collarbones and rings that emphasize your fingers. He wants to buy you jewelry and hates that you don’t like it. He isn’t mad at you or your preferences but at how uncomfortable you get in your own skin. He wants you to feel great. And those mornings where you change outfits nine times until you finally find something that isn’t suffocating, his heart breaks.

You can bet he’ll come home with five bras and ten shirts he found that he knows you’ll like. The shirts are soft and the exact size and shape you want with no annoying frills, buttons, or ties. The bras are cute and never have tight, prodding wires or scratchy lace. He’s like a bloodhound when he’s at the store. One whiff of a good pair of pants and he’s ransacking the isles for more like it. He wants you feeling cozy, comfortable, and sexy!

A lot of gum goes in his mouth. His breath and taste is always something. But mint is powerful. There are too many kinds- spearmint, peppermint, winter-something, sweet-whatever, polar-anything. They’re overwhelming, upset your stomach, soak into your tongue, and cling to your clothes. You’ll smell it long after he gives you a kiss. To help, Hizashi will buy literally every flavor of gum there is and let you pick the ones you like. Bubblegum? Classic. Berry Blast? He loves fruit! Apple Pie or Confetti Cake Pop? Odd choice but he can dig it!

Noise sensitivities will be a little tough to manage when living with him. And it’s not his quirk that’s the problem. He’s just a noisy guy. He’s bumping things, knocking them over. He hums, pops, and sings all the time. Music or instruments are often playing somewhere in the apartment. Sound canceling headphones would be a good investment because it’s near impossible for him to just stop making noise. It's ingrained in him. Though there will be days when he’s almost completely quiet so he can spend time with you… and press kisses all over your face.

If you need sunglasses, Hizashi is your guy. Styles, tints, frames, colors, he’ll make sure your eyes are protected and you look perfect. In your home, he’ll cover up any reflective or bright surfaces that bother you: throwing a blanket over the refrigerator and getting blackout curtains. And if you need the often dreaded eyedrops, he’ll apply them for you. He’ll reward you with chocolate and kisses.

Since he’s so in tune with his partner’s emotions, he can notice when you’re starting to get overstimulated. Your voice may get sharper. You're itching your arm till it’s red. Your squinting and tilting away from certain sounds. He’ll recommend you take a break. Go lay down with the cat. Read a book under your weighted blanket. Burn some candles while in the bath. He’ll massage lotion into your back after for extra comfort.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #aizawa headcanons #all might headcanons #present mic headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha

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secretsickysideblog · 3 years

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repentance & rest-oration

“I didn’t know you got migraines,” is what he decides on. “I didn’t either,” Fugo scoffs. “Started after... well .”

“Yeah,” Mista nods, “after, well. Yeah.”

while struck with the misfortune of a migraine, fugo receives a visitor. (post-purple haze feedback)

(sicktember day 4 - headaches/migraines)

The first time Fugo had developed a migraine, only days after parting ways from the rest of his gang and Passione entirely, he had decided it was some form of karma. He’d laughed, bitterly, before realizing that only worsened the pulsing in his head. And then he’d managed to fall into a fitful rest in an alleyway between a bar and a restaurant.

Now, six months and change later and waking up in a bed with a familiar pounding in his head, Fugo would like to say the pain is lessened by the comfort of an actual apartment. But it isn’t. It’s always just about as bad as he remembers, and even though he’s repented for his poor choices as evidenced by the scars permanently brandished on his cheeks, the poor luck of regular migraines hasn’t seemed to leave him.

Fugo groans softly, rolling over and shoving his face as far into his pillow as he can manage. Even with the curtains drawn shut, the light only serves to worsen the pounding in his head. He takes a deep breath to quell the roiling nausea in the pit of his gut. It does little to help, and Fugo tangles his fingers in his hair as he fights the urge to crawl under his bed and die there.

There’s a knock, distantly, and at first Fugo thinks he’s started hallucinating; when it comes louder, he pieces together that somebody is knocking on his front door. Which means that he is, unfortunately, obligated to haul ass out of bed and answer. He huffs and slowly, carefully rolls out of bed, and he takes his time in standing to avoid having the world spin too much.

A third series of knocks, and if there’s a fourth, Fugo’s certain he might go berserk and stab something. (Or himself. He’s survived it once, what’s another knife to the gut going to do?)

With as much aggravation as he can manage through how disgustingly weak he feels, Fugo throws open the front door. And standing there is none other than Guido Mista, dressed formally in his new-and-improved business garb; it’s been about two weeks since he swore fealty to Giorno, and he still isn’t used to the new colors on the two of them.

Fugo blinks, confused. The last time he saw Mista approach him in-person on his own volition was when he was getting a revolver aimed at his head in point-blank range.

“If you’re here to kill me, do it quickly. Quietly, please,” Fugo croaks, stepping away from the front door to allow Mista entry. He leans against his table, squeezing his eyes shut and gingerly massaging his temples with the pads of his fingertips. “Oh, death sounds great.”

“Woah,” Mista puts his hands up in mock surrender, gun tucked safely in the crotch of his pants, as usual. “I come in peace. I just came ‘cause it’s almost three and Giorno and I haven’t heard from you all day.”

“Wasn’t aware you were anticipating hearing from me,” Fugo snarks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It’s true; usually, he hears from Giorno over Mista and it’s about a lead to follow. He works alone now, for the most part, with the exception of Sheila E. If Fugo ever contacts Giorno or Mista outside of seeing them personally, it’s brief.

“Well, no, but you didn’t come by or bother to call.”

“Usually, if I’m needed, you call for me,” Fugo takes a couple of shaky breaths before standing up straight and opting to curl up on the couch instead with a quiet, “I need to sit down,” mumbled beneath his breath.

“I guess I was just used to you taking initiative to interact and had a nagging feeling something was wrong, okay? Sue me,” Mista shakes his head. “I was right though, obviously. What’s up with you?”

“Migraine,” Fugo buries his face in his hands. “I think I might vomit. Or pass out. Or both, and then subsequently choke on my vomit and die.”

“Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” Mista rolls his eyes. The two lapse into silence, and usually, this wouldn’t matter, but usual for them is seven months ago before the fall of any normalcy they’d come to build up together. Mista, honestly, isn’t sure why he decided to check in on Fugo--the two of them have taken careful efforts to do the opposite of what they’re doing right now.

Admittedly, Mista may have come to reconcile. It’s been two weeks. It’s about time the two have a conversation that isn’t about dead bodies, be it of friends or foes. But now is, obviously, not the time, and Mista’s not exactly sure what to do other than stand here and try and tuck away everything he’d intended on saying in favor of saying something more useful (which, in this case, might just be nothing at all.)

“I didn’t know you got migraines,” is what he decides on. “I didn’t either,” Fugo scoffs. “Started after... well.”

“Yeah,” Mista nods, “after, well. Yeah.”

He considers leaving, which is probably what Fugo wants him to do. But briefly, he considers that maybe Fugo could use a friend. Ex-friend. Colleague. Whatever the hell they are now--some sort of company, some sort of support. Fugo had gotten his family ripped out from under him just like Mista had whether the latter enjoys admitting that fact to himself or not.

So after a moment of hesitance and a long exhale, Mista approaches the couch and sits on the opposite end from Fugo. Not close to him, but closer than the doorway.

“Stress, probably,” Mista suggests. “I try not to be stressed, so I wouldn’t know. But Gio gets headaches sometimes when he’s overworked.”

“I’m not overworked, ” Fugo snaps, but he immediately regrets it. He bites back the rest of his statement--’ I don’t do enough anymore’-- in part because he doesn’t have the energy to argue it, but equally because he fears Mista would agree. And although he knows, in his heart, that it’s true, he dislikes the idea of hearing someone else say it. With the severity of the throbbing pain bouncing along the walls of his skull, Fugo is about to cry for reasons entirely unrelated. He does not need a reason to cry tears of sadness. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“You’re good,” Mista shrugs, “well, clearly not good, but. You know...what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Fugo would laugh if he had it in him to. “I know what you mean.”

“Do you want me to, erm…” Mista scratches the back of his neck. “Do you want painkillers or something? A cup of tea?”

Fugo picks his head up, eyes narrowing in Mista’s direction, and not in defense towards the light hitting them. “Am I hallucinating? Are you offering me help?”

“Oh, don’t be an assbag. I’m packin’ a gun, y’know.”

“I am well aware, thank you,” Fugo chuckles breathily. And then he sighs. “Do you mean it?” “I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t serious. That’s a pretty lame joke, if you ask me.”

Fugo considers it--considers, mostly, saying no and shooing Mista out of his apartment to continue to keep him and all of the grief he reminds him of away. But he is freshly out of painkillers and if he were to stand long enough to make a cup of tea he might keel over. A harsh wave of pain nearly constricts the back of his throat into a gag, and Fugo decides that he really does not have a choice in the matter.

“...Alright,” he agrees, reluctance clear in his tone. “If you really don’t mind.”

Mista makes a move to stand, but he lingers for a moment. He looks Fugo over with this odd seriousness to his expression, though this goes unnoticed by Fugo himself who has buried his face back into his hands. And gingerly, with the tender cautiousness of touching fragile old china, he cards his fingers through Fugo’s hair--just twice.

Fugo doesn’t want to admit the way it seemed to curb the intensity, for just a moment. He tells himself it’s a fluke.

“I’ll be back, okay?” Mista goes through the effort to whisper.

“Okay,” Fugo whispers back.

As he hears Mista's footsteps recede, mindfully quieted, Fugo dares to think that maybe karma isn’t so black-and-white.

#pannacotta fugo #guido mista #migraines #headaches #headaches & migraines #sickfic #sick character #jjba fanfiction #jjba sickfic #purple haze feedback #post-phf #post purple haze feedback #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure sickfic #sicktember2021

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 3 years

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i heard we were looking for some heart-wrenching hcs and so please consider after season three steve's working through the effects of brain damage. his head's been knocked around one too many times and initially he doesn't realize anything's wrong, but then the migraines hit and his hands shake and he gets so drained and he knows something's going on but he doesn't want to acknowledge that until the problem gets too big. and he's got people there who want to help, people who care so much about him and want to make this new aspect of his life a little less difficult to bear, but the thing about steve is that he's very much a helper, a protector, a caretaker. he's not supposed to be on the receiving end of those things. and eventually he learns to let people take care of him but please just imagine the anguish he goes through while he adjusts to the fact that he's not going to be able to function the way he used to, that struggle between needing others to help him and forcing himself to accept that help

yesyesyesyes <333

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The one sport Steve had ever gotten the whole group to actually enjoy was baseball.

Thing is, with Billy on home base with his usual snark and glow, it was distracting. Afternoons playing baseball with all the outsider kids in town was something Steve often looked forward to. Even with Billy and the chaos he brought to Steve's life.

Dustin hit his pitch square on as Billy leaned back to watch for a call out. But the ball was steady straight and just a little too high. Hit Steve right on the side of his turned head.

And here's the background that Steve remembered only as his head went numb. The doctor had said, no warned. One hit to the head and bad things would happen. He'd already developed chronic headaches. One more extra nudge and he'd go down.

And he went down. Hard. Couldn't even raise his arms enough to catch himself and just landed directly on his side. There was yelling, he could tell, but it just turned into mushy ringing by the time it reached his brain.

He had already been pushing himself up when other arms started pulling too, assisting in a slightly more unhelpful and messy matter.

"Back!" someone hissed harshly, not loud, but a demand no question. A jacket was tossed over his head and the sunlight was blessedly shoved out of his face. He went to take more steps himself but someone wrapped their arms around him to lead the blinded way.

He had half a mind to shove them off but the touch felt familiar. Billy. Someone even had his hand, pulling him over somewhere. There was more ringing before it almost stopped. They'd been arguing.

"He has a migraine, dumbass," Billy scolded. "Shut up." It was weird hearing Billy speak so softly.

"But why does he have one?" he for sure say the same could be said for Mike.

"He's been hit on the noggin' too many times, now zip it or I'll shut you up myself."

"Don' be mean," he tried to yank off the jacket. The denim was rough and uncomfortable. He felt smothered. Felt his breath speed up when the hug around his middle only got firmer and someone kept the jacket in place.

"Come on, Harrington," Billy whispered to him smoothly, "We're taking you home and setting you down to rest. Just a little longer now."

"No," he shook his head under the fabric, "No!" he hissed when it felt like his own bat had hit him.

"What?" he could hear Mike's sneer. It hurt.

"I can-" his leg gave out and he stumbled even with Billy's tight hold. The shocked and whiney noise he made was embarrassing.

"Yeah, no," Billy dismissed. Steve couldn't even move his head back up, it hung limp with his chin against his chest until he was sat in Billy's Camaro passenger seat.

Shades were careful placed on his nose by Dustin as Billy started the car. "You'll make sure he doesn't, like, pass out, right? Because Robin will kill us both if she has to work the morning shift alone tomorrow."

Steve's eyes were open automatically, searched around the car and eyed all the kids. Counted them. They were all there. He reached for the door handle before Max had even finished closing it, missed completely.

"Jesus," Will gasped and grabbed his hand, "You're all shaky, Steve," he placed the hand back in Steve's own lap.

"Wait," he rasped, "I can't just leave you guys here alone." Every word he forced out hurt immensely. Max looked the most sympathetic he'd ever witnessed before. She stuck her hand through the open window and pressed the back of her hand on his forehead. He stopped himself from leaning into it. Her hands were cold enough to feel relieving. He was acting like a child.

He tasted tears.

The kids looked halfway between uncertain and sad.

Dustin smiled, "It's okay, Buddy," they were speaking so softly, "My house isn't far. We'll take care of it."

"But-"

Billy took his hand. There was so much touching. No one did this. He stared at it and Billy immediately let go, obviously thinking Steve was uncomfortable. But he wasn't.

"Trust 'em, Steve, it'll be alright." Billy smiled so kindly. Steve couldn't even feel anymore in general. And all of them were going out of their way-

"Hey," El patted the car door to gather his attention again, she looked stern. "You listen to, Billy. And we will see you tomorrow."

The boys were on their way and Max took El's hand to join them, "We'll let Hopper know and he'll stop by later to check up." El nodded like the option pleased her.

Billy rested his hand on the gear stick as Steve stared at it again dazedly.

He saw out of the corner of his eye that Billy kept glancing his way, "We're almost there, lay back." Again with the fluttery whispering. He slowly reclaimed Steve's hand and smiled even when Steve kept staring at their linked fingers. He understood.

Steve didn't though and it was apparently obvious.

"Close your eyes, Harrington, I'll wake you when we get there."

His heart felt like a rock and he wanted to cry and sob and scream at the unfairness of it all. He wasn't made for this. He could take just about anything thrown at him. Punches, words, lies. But not...this. He didn't want Billy here helping him out like he was a toddler.

He turned away and pulled his hand back, forced himself to stare at the reflecting mirror.

He looked like shit.

Felt like it too.

Billy didn't touch him again that night, but left him in bed with an ice pack on his forehead, a puke bucket, and three glasses of water before the door shut heavily. In his escape.

It hurt too much to cry.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #dustin henderson #max mayfield #el hopper #thanks anon :)#answered asks #billy/steve

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willadisastercry · 3 years

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Part 1 of the: ‘Lance has epilepsy and gives everyone an absolute heart attack’ series

tw: epileptic content, migraine symptoms including aura symptoms, seizure activity

also (((( I do not have epilepsy but I am familiar with the condition from first hand experience with a friend, the content described consists of specific symptoms they experienced at one time or another due to several other outside factors and are used to convey a fictional circumstance. Nothing of ill intent here to belittle the condition!! ))))

Lance managed to successfully hide the fact that he has epilepsy from the doctors at the Garrison, telling them the hospitalizations on his file were for fibril seizures and that he’d grown out of them. His parents only let him do it because his condition had been under control for a while after he found the right balance of medication once he’d stopped growing. He hadn’t had a grand mal seizure in years. But he’d only had so many pills on his person when he got thrown into this mess of being a juvenile defender of the universe... and he’s officially run out.

Lance woke up from his nap with a start and winced.

His head was throbbing and the strings of light that flashed before him despite the darkness of his room were nauseating so he pressed his eyes shut, maneuvering shakily into a sitting position to try and steady his breathing.

His headache hadn’t gotten much better in the time he’d spent trying rest. He’d finally managed to fall asleep only to spend it thrashing around and getting tangled in his sheets, kicking them to the floor after he’d worked up enough of a sweat.

He knew this type of headache. By the time Shiro called it quits for training earlier his eyes had felt so strained and his brain had pulsed so angrily within his skull that when he blinked a blur had appeared at the bottom of his field of vision, like he’d had something in his eye making it tear. Except he didn’t.

It was a blind spot of blurred vision from the aura migraine his headache was developing into. But Lance simply wasn’t ready to admit what was coming next so he stubbornly convinced himself that he could just sleep it off.

Because he would be fine. The only other activity he’d had was earlier in the training session when he nearly face planted after succumbing to an absent seizure he’d been trying to fight. It was his turn to spar with the simulated sentry but his feet remained firmly planted underneath him, his mouth frozen in a slanted gape.

Hunk was at his side immediately trying to break the spell, assuring the team he had just gotten lightheaded and needed a minute. It lasted for thirty seconds tops but the amount of effort it took to finally make his feet work left him briefly confused and disoriented.

“You know you need to tell someone, right?” Hunk asked worriedly as his grip on his friends shoulder tightened.

All he could do was nod and promise to tell Shiro and Allura later. It took another minute to convince Hunk that he was fine to finish training, that he was out of the spell and felt a lot better.

But that was admittedly a huge mistake.

Because now his aura migraine had gone from mild and manageable to very concerning. He only ever saw flashes of color or light before he had a seizure and he didn’t even have rescue medicine with him so there would be no preventing it now.

He needed Hunk. He needed to get to his room before the tingling sensation that was making its way up his arms and legs got any worse.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed and waited while he woke up a bit more to get settled in with the orientation. Before the blood rush making his ears ring dissipated a pins and needles sensation crawled up his neck and his jaw clicked as he fought how it wanted to lock, the slow churn of anxiety in his stomach picking up as his head turned to the side without him wanting it to.

No, nope! Gotta move.

He scooted to the very edge of his bed and planted his feet firmly on the floor.

Your gonna get stuck for who knows how long and by then you could be seizing.

Gotta get up, gotta go.

His legs felt like jelly beneath him when he sent his body up into a standing position, letting the momentum of the push take him stumbling to his door. It whooshed open swiftly before the blood rush that hadn’t even settled from when he sat up in his bed could even dissipate, worsened by standing up so quickly, and he tumbled forward boneslessly. He was just able to snag a hold on the door frame when the bright lights of the hallway assaulted his eyes.

And then before he could even ride the nauseating wave of pain from the sudden exposure to such strong lighting he was met by a solid force that threatened to take him to the ground if they weren’t holding onto his arms so tightly.

“You know you’re supposed to have your eyes open when you walk, right?”

Keith.

It was Keith, it was anyone. Lance could’ve cried he was so happy to have quite literally stumbled upon someone who could help.

The other boy’s hands stayed holding Lance’s arms firmly as he fought his rapidly stiffening neck to attempt to look him in the eyes, wincing when he tried to open them and finding that he literally couldn’t.

“Wait, what’s wrong with you?”

He would’ve replied had it not been for the sudden overwhelming surge of blood from his head to his hands and legs. He was about to pass out, shit.

He fought desperately to wrench his jaws apart to speak, coughing and sputtering through pursed lips at the effort but eventually hearing a click and then launching into the renewed ability before it disappeared again.

“Need to sit, like now,” Lance spat urgently, his face paling almost in sync with his statement.

“The fuck—okay, okay, i’ve got you,” Keith started, Lance’s legs buckling not even a beat later, but his arms were around the other boy’s middle and guiding him to sit against the wall before he could even hit the ground.

He groaned pitifully as his head lolled to the side before it locked into position for the absent seizure he’d postponed, still conscious but frozen and battling the not so fun affects of being so very close to fainting but not actually.

“Lance what’s happening?”

Keith’s voice was pitched higher than before and his words came faster, his hand was on his forehead checking for a fever that wouldn’t be there. They then moved to his cheek and the other his neck, his pulse was strong but fast.

“Can you hear me?”

He could, but his face was stuck in a grimace. He made an annoyed noise through his gritted teeth and managed to flick his hand, Keith taking it up hesitantly.

“If you can hear me, uh, squeeze my hand...” he waited and gasped when Lance squeezed, well attempted to. The absent seizure wasn’t sticking which meant that he was going to have a grand mal like a lot sooner than later. He wanted to cry.

“Do you feel—are you sick? You don’t have a fever...”

He hummed and managed to move his head away and back into place, not really a nod but Keith got the idea.

“Okay... can you speak? Like I don’t know what’s wrong but it seems like—“

“Pillows.”

His jaw clicked again and he bit his tongue as he choked the word out, the taste of iron filling his mouth.

“Pillows? What? Why would...? Shit, wait does that m—“

“Keith... pillows.”

Lance didn’t have to ask again, Keith was in his room tearing the covers off of his bed and snatching up the abundance of pillows on Lance’s bed that would have confused him before but now made perfect sense. When he got back to the hallway Lance hadn’t moved except to lay on his side far from the wall, his face wet with tears.

“H-hunk,” Lance pleaded, his voice barely audible as Keith scrunched up the blankets behind him and then nudged him to pick up his head so he could place his pillow beneath it. He was pretty sure what was about to happen and he was terrified for his friend.

“I... I don’t want to leave you alone like this, your scaring me,” Keith said, the fear in his voice genuine and the care sincere. Lance didn’t have to have his eyes open to know exactly how Keith must look with how distraught he sounded and would’ve been really touched if he weren’t so goddamned scared himself.

“Get Hunk. Go now. Hurry.”

His voice broke on the last word and Keith took off in a dead sprint for Pidge’s workspace where he’d seen him last.

Lance wasn’t sure of how much time passed before darkness washed over him... but it wasn’t darkness, he wasn’t seizing yet... someone was here. With the cover of their shadow he managed to work one eye open to test if it would still be agonizing even with the shade.

It was Shiro. He looked more amused than concerned, but Lance couldn’t blame him.

“Lance?! What the fuck, bud?”

He almost laughed but found he couldn’t even do that, his body was too tense, stiffening up but not in the tonic stage yet because he was still conscious. It was getting close though, the seizure would happen soon but his body relaxed as much as it could knowing that Shiro was here with him and he wouldn’t be alone.

“Like I wanna ask, but then again I also don’t know if I want to know—Lance? Wh-Lance?! Lance what the—shit.”

Lance’s sensitive eyes flew open, wide and unseeing before they rolled back and he let out a strangled whine, head snapping back against the pillow so aggressively that the momentum sent him the rest of his body with it. Now rolled onto his arching back while his limbs straightened and stretched out, his middle rose steadily off the ground against his long legs digging into the floor.

Shiro paled and sat in utter shock for a moment before he seemed to snap right into action, realization hitting him in the gut as he wrangled the younger boy’s rigid form back onto his side, just in time for the drool to flood from his mouth in enough of a quantity to have had him choking.

“You’re okay, Lance. That’s it, you’re okay,” Shiro soothed as he scrambled over to his other side so he could use his body to keep him from rolling onto his back while he corded his hand through his now damp hair and rubbed circles between his tensed shoulder blades, this way he could still keep an eye on his face and where his hands were.

The tonic phase lasted a minute, maybe even more, but that was already too long.

Shiro heard footsteps just as Lance’s body shuddered, the prone boy groaning deeply and gurgling hard on more saliva, his hands now rising with speed towards his face but Shiro was quick to catch the fists before they connected, letting them settle at his neck after he’d stopped the force of what would have been a painful blow.

“No, no, shit!” Hunk ground to a halt and dropped down next to Lance, Pidge there a second later immediately rushing to resituate the pillows where they’d leave him with fewer bruises in the morning.

“When did he start seizing?”

“Uhm, literally a minute ago... well no. He started twitching right before you got here but he’s been stiff for a while... Hunk what’s-what’s wrong with him?”

“Well, nothing’s like wrong with him I guess-I don’t know... he just-he just—“

“He has epilepsy.” Pidge offered and Hunk sighed deeply before continuing, Lance’s twitches not letting up and his grunts getting louder.

“It’s been under control for years, once he’d stopped growing and gotten his medicine right, that’s why he was able to pilot for the Garrison. But he ran out of pills last week, god, I told him to tell you! He’s so stubborn... I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Hunk, you’re a good friend. I’ll chew him out when he’s, uh, better.”

Pidge squeaked when she caught a boney knee to her side after leaning too close to fix the blankets and Hunk shooed her back protectively.

“How long are these supposed to last...?” Keith asked worriedly as he hovered over the scene.

“Hmm, this is actually kinda long for him, they’re only ever a minute or two,” Hunk frowned.

“It’s probably because he couldn’t properly wane himself off of his medicine... he tried to but he kept getting auras and his arms would tingle and he told me, and I quote, that he needed ‘not tingling arms to shoot a gun’.”

“Well, it’s certainly helpful—“

“Hey, I think it’s ending,” Hunk interrupted as Lance slowly began to wind down into the pillows beneath him with steady shudders but not full on spasming, his eyes fluttering closed a minute later with a few residual twitches every now and then.

“What now?” Shiro asked.

“Now we should probably tell Coran and Allura, we need a new way to stop his seizures and until we do he’s going to keep having them,” Pidge said as she straddled Lance to get on his other side and then pushed him onto his back and laid against his side, nearly on top of him, with her hands in his hair.

“I’ll get them,” Keith stated before running off again, happy for the out because he was still rattled and just not good with the comfort stuff.

“We also need to see if we can rouse him, he’s probably gonna be confused when he wakes up... pressure helps him not panic,” Hunk prompted when he saw Shiro eyeing Pidge’s minstrations with confusion.

Hunk leaned down and started rubbing his sternum with his knuckles and whispering close to his ear.

“Come on hermano, open your eyes. It’s over, it passed. You’re okay now.”

His eyes fluttered open slowly but closed quickly and he winced as he turned his head to the side. Shiro moved to block the light like he had before and the pain seemed to wash away instantly.

Pidge cupped his cheek gently and turned his face back up. When he opened his eyes again it didn’t hurt and he softened back into the pillow... wait pillow, why’d his eyes hurt? He wasn’t in his room and Shiro was leaning over him and staring down into this soul but he was also upside down, what—

“Calm down Lance, you had a seizure. You’re okay now, it’s over, just relax,” Hunk soothed as his face came into view over Lance and he let out a small “oh” before taking a deep breath.

“Hey Pidge,” he said after a while and she smiled into the crook of his arm and he returned the sort of hug.

“Hey, stupid.”

“Ugh, rude. Give a guy a break, will ya?”

“Not until you stop being stupid!”

“Pidge has a point, you can’t just keep stuff like this from us. Coran could’ve helped! And what if we were on a mission and Hunk or Pidge weren’t with you to—“ Shiro stopped himself and sighed.

“You just worried us and the point is you should’ve come to us, but I think you get that now... yeah?”

He nodded sheepishly as Shiro bent down to ruffle his hair.

When he seemed less out of it Hunk pulled him up into a sitting position but he was uncharacteristically weak, even for just getting out of a seizure and slumped back immediately, Shiro quickly filling in behind him and keeping him upright. He squeezed his eyes shut now that his shade was gone and breathed through the dizziness.

“You’re eyes still hurt...? Hm, a migraine that long isn’t good,” Pidge mused sympathetically as she continued to run her hands soothingly through his hair and his face scrunched up in frustration.

“I think we should get him to the infirmary and have Coran check him out,” Shiro said as he shifted behind Lance to hold him better.

“Think you can stand or do you still feel weird?”

Lance shook his head slowly, careful not to move faster than he needed to with his head aching once again.

“That’s alright, I’ll give you a lift.”

Piggy back rides from Hunk are always welcome, but not like this. Lance was sad, also sort of embarrassed but mostly really tired. He wasn’t even aware he’d nodded off until Hunk deposited him onto a cot that Coran had set up in the infirmary.

“Lance! Oh, you must stop scaring us all like this!” Allura urged as Shiro placed a hand on her shoulder to ease her tension.

“Scared the crap out of me...” Keith chimed in, Hunk nudged him in approval for having done so well in handing such a bizarre situation given the circumstances.

Lance assumed that everyone was here but refused to open his eyes, his stomach was in knots and he didn’t want to test the stability of his stomach in front of everyone by trying to be a tough guy. Coran seemed to recognize the wrinkling of his nose and flutter under his eyelids for the internal debate that it was.

“Ah, my boy! You can open your eyes, we’ve turned the lights down considerably and have shaded bifocals—right, sun-glasses, for you to wear so you aren’t in pain.”

Lance opened one eye cautiously. The lights were in fact dimmed but even the muted brightness seemed to make his head throb so he reached for the glasses from Coran, grateful when they took the edge off the ache.

“This is better...” he sighed and curled up under the blanket that had been laid out for him now that he knew it was there, holding his arm out for Pidge to resume her position.

“You’re so cold, what the heck,” she fussed as she rubbed his hands aggressively, hoping the friction warmed them.

“It’s probably a side affect of stoping such a strong medicine cold turkey, you’ve probably felt somewhat ill the past few days too...” Coran provided as he hustled around the infirmary, getting supplies as Allura and her mice resumed typing away on a tablet.

“You should’ve told me you experience seizures regularly! Alteans have a similar phenomenon that’s easy to remedy... it might take some time to find the right balance for you, but I think I have several things that we can try, how does that sound?”

“Sounds good, anything so I can keep piloting Blue...”

“Oh... is that why you didn’t want to tell us?” Shiro asked sadly, “because you thought we’d replace you or forbid you from piloting?”

Lance didn’t answer, he only sunk somehow further into the bed but welcomed Pidge’s tightening grip around his chest and could feel Shiro’s hand on his leg as he sat on the edge of the cot.

“We never would have done that, Lance. We would’ve figured something out, tried everything before it came to that and even then how could we? You’re the blue paladin and there’s nothing that could change that.”

Lance was crying again, thankful he had glasses to cover his tears.

“Thanks, Shiro. S’pretty stupid.”

“Shhh, stop saying that. Only I can call you stupid!” Pidge grumbled.

“Aha, right. Sorry, thanks guys.”

“Don’t thank us, bud, it’s our job.”

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journen · 3 years

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I sort of have to ask "Obi Wan" as a character

(for science)

Oh yes, of course, for science.

(Strap in for what I’m sure are going to be several very long answers lol.)

First impression

Okay, I first watched SW in a very strange order… so I think my first impression of him was Old Ben! And I remember being confused when he died lol. But the most distinctive first impression I remember was as we were watching the Clone Wars(this was before I watched the prequels) we were a few episodes in, so I was still learning who everyone and anything were because my SW knowledge was 0, but I remember saying to my roommate during that snowy episode in season 1, “I think I like Obi-Wan Kenobi. I like how he talks!” LOL!

Then the moment that solidified him as my favourite character was from Attack of the Clones when he goes to visit Dex, and was fiddling with the little Kamino dart looking super awkward, I thought that was so funny. And I never recovered I guess lol.

Impression now

He is literally my favourite character of all time. And his story is so sad.

Favourite moment

Oh my.. there are too many. I honestly love every scene he's in… anything between him and Qui Gon, Maul, and Satine I really enjoy. I love his “Good job!” moment in AOTC, I love when he rides Boga in ROTS, and all of his fight scenes, vs Maul(and Savage too) Anakin.. all are so damn cool!

Oh, but some of my other favourite moments of his are from the books. In M&A where Obi-Wan learns about Qui Gon's invitation to the council and the argument they have afterwards is up there, as well as pretty much EVERY scene he's in in the Kenobi book, including his meditations. They are all so emotional. But I’m just gonna leave it as that because if I write more this answer is gonna be double the length lol.

Idea for a story

I also have so many! I keep a google doc where I write out all my story ideas(needless to say, it is very long) and I’ll pick a few I’m not too shy to share lol.

-A story about young Anakin(in the v early ages of his Jedi training) and Obi getting stranded on a planet with no ships or communication devices. They go through many struggles to get back to safety, but ultimately learn more about each other how to work together.

-On Tatooine, there is an event where kid Luke gets stranded alone in danger, and Obi-Wan comes to the rescue, and it’s the first time he’s really seen Luke up close in a long time bc Owen doesn’t let him near, and poor Luke was so scared he runs and gives Obi-Wan a big hug and is crying :(

I also have many AU ideas I’m working through, like what if Satine(and Korkie) survived and joined Obi-Wan on Tatooine, what if Anakin told Obi-Wan about his feelings towards Padmé and if that would have changed anything… As well as many ideas for what could have happened during Qui Gon, Satine and Obi's year on Mandalore.

Unpopular opinion

I don’t know if I have a real unpopular one! Maybe, and I don’t think this is really that controversial, is that to me he has one of if not the saddest story of all the Star Wars characters. He goes through so much tragedy and pain, but maybe the saddest part is that he always remains good throughout all of it.

Favourite relationship

Obi-Wan and Satine! Nothing even comes close. I’m usually not big on romances(normally because I think they aren’t done well) but this one is everything I could have wanted. I just wish in a way it didn’t end so tragically, but if it did then we wouldn’t have the story we do in the movies would we. Lol.

Favourite headcanon

Omg, again, there are so many. I’ve seen some people write Obi-Wan getting really painful periodic migraines and I kinda liked that idea, as well as that he barely gets any sleep because he’s always working so hard(but I think the fandom has pretty much made that one canon lol).

One head-canon idea I had is that he was bullied a lot when he was young. He was kind of small, and so some of the meaner kids underestimated/targeted him. :( This led him to develop some of his aggressive tendencies, which he eventually grew out of of course under Qui-Gon’s tutelage, but I liked the idea that maybe Anakin, once he was a knight, somehow found out from one of Obi's old friends that he used to be bullied a lot(because Obi Wan often keeps his past a secret) and was like… “What…Obi-Wan?? How? That doesn’t make any sense??” Lol.

Wow, I swear I tried to keep this shorter LOL! RIP me. 😭 Thank you though for the ask, my friend!!

Character ask post is here 😊

#IM SO SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH #it’s an awful habit but I always have so many thoughts and don’t know how to express them in fewer words lol #obi wan kenobi #text post #journen speaks #ask #Star Wars #headcanon #headcanons #story ideas #starwarsite

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sickfic-with-kiko · 4 years

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hey i love your writing and i was wondering if i could get a flu-y oikawa who is super nauseous but can’t get anything up. cue iwaizami coming and saving the day 🤗. can in have that with lots of burps and fluff ❤️

Take all the time you need I know you’re busy right now! Could you Maybe write something with a sick oikawa? And he hides it from iwa? But then just feels so awful and ends up going to iwa? I’ve never asked something before so I’m not sure How this works? hope this is ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡) I LOVE SICKFIC could you do an iwaizumi one? I don’t care if he’s throwing up or the reader is, or Oikawa is, I really don’t care as long as he is involved haha please I can and will die for any and every oikawa sickfic. all i ask is for emeto and a comforting Iwaizumi :,)

Everything is burning. And for once, Oikawa isn’t exaggerating. He feels like the world is actually on fire, but no. The only thing doing that is his own body, which is arguably the same thing.

He’d finished his report the day before, thank goodness. But that relief does little to help the pain in his… everything. It all feels awful, from his head to his stomach. He hopes he won’t have to throw up.

“I’m going to finish my assignment soon. I’ll be free in a few hours.”

Iwaizumi had said to him, and retreated back into their room to focus on his work. And Oikawa had smiled and waved, ignoring the strange ache in his stomach.

Ten minutes after, Oikawa’s head had started feeling warm. And when another ten minutes had passed, he was certain he had a fever. There was nothing he could do except curl up and wait for it to pass.

After an hour, Oikawa is certain the sickness isn’t going to pass. It’s worsening, for certain. He can feel the queasiness in his stomach pushing and pulling, his breathing hot against his lips.

He wants to go to Iwaizumi, and cling to him for comfort. But he’s busy with his college assignment, and had respected Oikawa’s space when he was cramming words into his report. Oikawa can’t disturb him just because he’s feeling under the weather.

Oikawa grabs a blanket and drapes it over himself, curling against it to get whatever warmth he can out of it. Sleeping on the sofa isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s the softest surface he can lie against.

A groan slips past his lips. Drops of sweat begin to gather on his skin, and a shiver passes through his spine. His upper stomach feels like it’s being stabbed with a blunt object. Tears begin to form in his eyes.

The dizzy feeling in his head presses against his eyes, until it begins to hurt. Before he can do anything about it, it develops into an awful headache. It spreads into his eye sockets and down into his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his face against the cushion.

Oikawa wants to cry. His condition has worsened exponentially in a matter of minutes. His stomach is gurgling painfully, and his head pounds periodically, different from his usual migraines. He can barely move without his head swimming.

He attempts to get down from the sofa, and the moment his feet touch the ground, something shifts in his stomach. A dry heave escapes him, leaving his stomach cramped and sore. He crawls onto the floor, still tangled in the blanket.

The trip to the bedroom seems too long, as he drags his feet across the ground. The door is right in front of him. The sudden overwhelming urge to cry strikes him. He’s going to disturb Iwaizumi and ruin his grades. He’s an awful boyfriend. His head hurts so much.

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa calls out, pushing the door open slightly. He sees the back of Iwaizumi’s head, as he works away at his laptop. A stabbing pain in his stomach makes him whimper and crumple onto the ground.

Whether it’s Oikawa’s miserable voice or the thump that gave him away, Iwaizumi stops what he’s doing. He turns around, and sees the normally sturdy Oikawa in a heap on the ground. “Oi, what’s wrong?” He tears himself out of his seat, making a run towards him.

It’s a moment of acknowledgement for Oikawa, and he breaks. “I feel really unwell,” he sobs, as Iwaizumi puts his hand on his forehead. “My head hurts. And my stomach.” He leans into the touch, not needing to play up his symptoms like he sometimes does. He’s actually sick.

“Shit, you’re sick. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Iwaizumi’s voice is rough, in contrast to his tender touches. Oikawa only manages another choked sob, which resonates like a steel ball banging against his head. His skin is boiling, and he still can’t stop shivering.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb you.” Oikawa sniffles, hugging Iwaizumi to keep him within reach. He’s on his knees, barely able to stand up.

Iwaizumi picks up the blanket tangled around Oikawa’s limbs, and wraps him up. “I wasn’t trying to blame you, idiot.” He lifts him onto their shared bed, pulling the covers up over his warm body. “Sleep it off for a bit. You probably have a fever.”

“I can’t,” Oikawa whines, wrapping his arm around his stomach. “I feel nauseous and my head really hurts.”

Iwaizumi huffs, stroking Oikawa’s hair. “I’ll get some painkillers for you. Try not to puke until I come back, if you can.”

He leaves the room, and Oikawa shifts on the bed with a groan. His stomach feels bloated, despite the lack of food put into it. An airy burp escapes him, worsening the sickly feeling in his stomach.

“Still feeling crappy?” Iwaizumi asks, coming back into the room with a plastic basin and a glass of water. “If you feel like throwing up, you should probably take care of that before having any medicine.”

Oikawa nods, keeping the basin within a safe distance. His stomach tugs at him, gurgling ominously. “I feel sick, but I don’t know if I can throw up. I just feel queasy.”

A hand is on his back, rubbing firmly up and down. “You won’t feel good if you’re just sitting there nauseous all day.” Iwaizumi says, and Oikawa lets out a hiccup in response. “Try and get it up.”

“I don’t know how to.” Oikawa holds the basin, wishing he could hurry up and get the nausea out of his stomach. His stomach is queasy and bloated enough to make him burp a couple of times, but nothing more happens.

Iwaizumi hands him a glass of water. “Have a drink. I’ll press on your stomach, maybe that’ll help.” He suggests, and Oikawa gulps. Iwaizumi’s sheer strength would probably make all of his internal organs rise to his mouth. The mental image isn’t very pleasant.

Oikawa gulps down the water, and immediately feels a change in his body. His stomach is trying to reject it. A wet belch passes through his lips, and Iwaizumi pats his back to try and coax more out of him.

“It’s okay, Oikawa. It’ll be over soon.” Iwaizumi says, hand slipping down to press on his stomach. “Get it all out, okay?” He gives a few comforting rubs, before applying enough pressure to make Oikawa gag. He doesn’t throw up, but comes close to it.

Oikawa shivers underneath the blankets, waiting for the inevitable to happen. “Fuck,” he spits into the basin, shoulders rising and falling. His stomach feels like it’s being churned.

Iwaizumi presses inwards on Oikawa’s stomach, moving his hand upwards. That combined with a firm rub on his back seems to have done the trick. A gurgle comes from Oikawa’s throat, and a splash of vomit lands into the basin.

Oikawa lets out a shaky breath. Another wave of nausea makes his stomach clench, and he feels the vomit rise to his throat. Iwaizumi pats his back gently as he pukes, urging him to get everything out of his system.

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Iwaizumi holds him as he throws up, stroking his hair. Oikawa sniffles, gagging once and vomiting a thin stream of liquid. His mouth feels disgusting, and his stomach heaves even when there’s nothing left.

Iwaizumi offers him a glass of water, to rinse out his mouth. Once he gets rid of the bitter aftertaste, he feels a little less awful. His stomach feels empty, and although his headache is still there, he feels marginally better.

“I wanna sleep, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa murmurs, curling up into the pillow. He feels Iwaizumi’s hand on his head, stroking his hair.

He closes his eyes, knowing Iwaizumi is there for him. He’s okay. He’ll feel better soon, and he’ll ask for as much attention he can squeeze out of him.

#emeto #sickfic #vomiting #oikawa tooru

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morkofday · 3 years

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for the character ask...OUR FAV BOY LIU SANG

(*´∇｀*)/💖

i had to come answer this one bc!! my son!!!! aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! so thank you sob now i can talk about my second sour grape boy,,, wait. ok well, hissy kitten ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spot the difference (you can’t)

give me a character

(placing this one under a cut too bc oh boy. i have things to say about liu sang)

How I feel about this character

Good lord. I feel so many ways about Liu Sang. He is absolutely amazing but he also just drives me insane every day. No other character has ever given me such headaches, he must be proud. Finally someone suffers as much as him (because I bet those ears cause him a permanent migraine). I feel sorry for him. I’ll take this pain gladly if it helps him in any way.

But well. As simply as with Jiang Cheng, I do love Liu Sang. I shouldn’t really be surprised (at this point) that I fell in love with him but back when I was watching Reboot, he hit me like a truck. Which,,, he probably drove that truck himself, judging from the way he was handling the car chase with Jiang Zisuan. Just ruthlessly drove me over. I never stood a chance, not in front of that arrogance and stubbornness and enormous puppy eyes.

And with all of himself, good and bad, he makes me feel so many things. One of those, probably the strongest one, is protectiveness. He needs someone to protect him from himself because he has a nasty self-destruction streak going. Boy has not known love since he was born. He has gone through way too much to try handle it alone. I can’t even remember how old he is supposed to be in Reboot (maybe 29?), but that is way too many years of fighting a battle he was never supposed to win. But he pulled through. Cynical and prickly and absolutely terrified of any human contact but he fucking pulled through. I want to fight some battles for him now. He deserves to rest. He deserves some peace and quiet and unconditional care. I want to tell him that he doesn’t deserve all the pain he’s going through, all the pain he himself is putting his body through because he thinks he can only be used as a punching bag. I want to tell him he deserves friends. I want to tell him that it’s okay to trust people again. I want to... just protect him. And maybe this is why – because of all this fragile mess I’ve discovered from inside of him while trying to figure out who he is – I struggle so much with writing him. I feel like I’m bringing up things no one is supposed to see. I feel like I’m pulling out words from him like teeth. But at the same time, I know he’s desperate to tell these things.

So I struggle because I love him. Willingly. But oh boy does he annoy me sometimes, under all that protectiveness and fondness I have for him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am quite sure at this point that I don’t really ship Liu Sang with anyone. No one clicks with him in my head so well that I could feel myself slipping into the proper shipping territory. But I haven’t minded any of the ships I’ve seen for him, not Pingxiesang (which makes me super soft) or him with Kanjian (which is so sweet) or even @kholran’s pool noodle Risang (which is very interesting and I will read your fic, friend, when I am out of my Pingxie pit! I just need to feed these beasts first). I am mostly just very intrigued by all these ships people come up with because it really plays to my wish to just explore his dynamic with every other character that is available for him.

But to put it simply: Not one perfect match exists for him yet in my head. Let’s give boy some time to figure out freindships first.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Well, this one I love because! This is what he is all about for me, somehow. So I will mention three: Xiaoge, Bai Haotian, and Pangzi.

First, like I already mentioned in my Xiaoge answer, I adore Liu Sang’s dynamic with his ouxiang. They are both so damn awkward. I feel like I’m following a train wreck happening in slow motion any time I see them interact but instead of death and flames and screeching metal, it’s. surprisingly soft and sweet? They are both very tentative when it comes to people so they somehow get each other? Even if Liu Sang is a mess when it comes to Xiaoge which I totally get because I have once in my life met a person I consider a celebrity and who I look up to a lot and I was just shaking. And giggling. And acting dumbly. So I don’t blame Liu Sang for any of that; I’m actually quite proud that he’s keeping his cool so well and despite the rough start, manages to be a huge asset to his ouxiang. I am so happy that he gets to have this budding friendship with Xiaoge because they both need it.

Then! Bai Haotian. I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately and the more I rewatch some of their scenes together, the more I notice that they really develop a bond during Reboot. They are in a very similar position: brought in because of their idols, young, sometimes overlooked, struggling, and usually falling behind. And oh, definitely in need of some saving and with tragic backstories. They could be such amazing friends, and I think they come to trust and care for each other during their trip to Thunder City. Bai Haotian is so caring by nature and then Liu Sang is just right there. And Bai Haotian is so lowkey about her care; she doesn’t push if people don’t want her to, which works so well for Liu Sang. She’s there when needed. She doesn’t ask too much. She knows how it feels to look up to one of the members of the Iron Triangle and then curl your own life around them. (She also knows how it feels to have a crush on that same member and then notice that crush will never lead you anywhere, though I guess Bai Haotian comes to realize that during their trip instead of years before but well, details.) She doesn’t judge Liu Sang and somehow Liu Sang comes to rely on her a lot.

And last but not least (never the least!): Pangzi. God I adore these two to bits. Their banter is just *chef’s kiss* and when I look at them, all I can think about is a big dog trying to pat a hissing kitten with its paw. Which then turns to the kitten play fighting the dog’s big paw. And then getting tired. And falling asleep. While the huge dog just curls its body around the kitten to keep it warm, and maybe the kitten swats at the dog slightly for show but actually it enjoys it. Because it’s nice and soft and very warm. So yes, I love it how Pangzi and Liu Sang start off as enemies but come to care for each other. I cry about the peanut scene every day. Yes please adopt this poor stray kitten, he deserves a loving home ;; Give him food and a blanket and maybe he will hiss a little less (Pangzi also gives great hugs and Liu Sang deserves a dozen. For starters.)

My unpopular opinion about this character

Once again I am at a loss with this. I don’t really know what this fandom thinks about Liu Sang? I feel like our tiny Liu Sang hyping corner here on tumblr is very much unified with the opinions. We all love him a lot and want the best for him, case closed. So maybe I’ll just talk about my hypersensitivity headcanon for him? Let me do that for fun haha

So, I know he’s sensitive to sounds. Understandable, with his skills. And I feel bad for him for that because it must be horrible at times (we get introduced to him through him vomiting because he can’t handle a train station with all the noise, christ) but I also somehow relate to that. I get sensitive to sounds sometimes too. A simple click of my mouse can be annoying at times. I require absolute silence quite often, and this intensifies if my emotions are on the negative side. So, somehow I’m taking things from that. Touch hurts when he’s feeling bad about himself. Noises annoy him when he’s angry or scared. Lights look too bright or he feels like he can’t focus his gaze when he’s sad or panicking. Smells and tastes are intensified when he’s stressed. I dunno, just simple little things. Him feeling through his senses. Him just generally being sensitive with his feelings because this world is a demanding place and pushes you into feeling things. And I feel like a lot about him is already tied to his hearing so why not his feelings too? I’ve read so many nice takes on him which somehow support this so I feel like this just fits right in.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Liu Sang joins the final celebration!! Him just disappearing doesn’t make sense at all!!!! Let him get hugs!!! Let him be happy!!!! Oh my god. I was so mad about that and still am because no way did he just leave and not join his new friends for this final evening!!! Dammit. No matter how much he feels like he doesn’t belong and like he’s just “a hired talent” among them, he’s not that dull!! He got those damn peanuts and some hugs and shoulder pats from people, he was there saving the day, he managed to create bonds!!! And god, knowing Wu Xie, he would never allow Liu Sang to think that lowly of himself!!!! He would be there to offer Liu Sang the world if he wants it!! Gaaaahhhh

So yeah, give Liu Sang his moment with his new family or I am throwing something, for fuck’s sakes

thank you again for sending me these asks ♥ i’ll answer the rest during these next few days! you’re amazing!!

#i would give him my right arm #or my lungs #if he asked #so here take my blabberings #also gonna tag this as #liu sang #bc i know ppl out there love him #and we like to see each other blabber lol

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Hidden pt.2

Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1421 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Stiles takes the reader back to his house and they get to have a heart to heart about her actions in the street

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The ride to the Stilinski house was a quiet one.

You had nothing you really needed to say, and you were starting to develop a killer headache, not to mention the fact that Stiles was currently trying to figure out what had happened back there.

In all the time that you two had been anywhere near the other, you had never shown any sign of feeling that way toward yourself but you have a few drinks and your confidence melts away? It didn’t make any sense.

If that was how it worked, Stiles could never drink again. After all, he was starting with almost no self confidence so he didn’t want to go through the same thing.

Those thoughts swarmed his head for a few moments, as he tried to think through any time you could have shown this sort of vulnerability toward him or anyone.

...And he got nothing.

It was crazy but before he even thought to address that, he knew that he had to get you some water, some Tylenol and a shower. If he didn’t, you would be in a lot of pain in the morning.

You might be in pain anyway the way you were going.

“Towels are in the hall closet, I’ll put your clothes in the dryer and see if I can get something warmed up to eat” he suggested, pointing you in the direction of the bathroom and heading in that way to check the fridge.

There was some leftover Chinese and some orange juice there, on the top shelf as well as some random salad mix and grape soda. There wasn’t much to make a meal out of but before long, Stiles had wiped up some grilled cheese that would work fine.

If nothing else, it would get something in your stomach.

The shower was incredible, and by the time you had finished, you were practically sobered up completely...but you were starving.

It dawned on you as you dried your skin that you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch over seven hours ago and that just wasn’t going to work.

Luckily, Stiles was a few steps ahead of you. There was a knock on the bathroom door as you finished patting down your damp skin, and you opened it to find Stiles there.

“Hey...oh”

You had covered yourself with a towel but it was still more of your skin than Stiles had ever seen and it was hard for him to ignore that. Though, he tried to cover up his obvious shock with a laugh.

“I’ve got food and blankets in my room, I think I’m gonna put on a movie or something” he informed, handing you your clothes which he’d neatly folded and leaving before he could further embarrass himself.

If you had asked him what he thought he’d be doing today, this couldn’t have been farther from the list but he wasn’t complaining. You needed his help and there was no way he wasn’t going to help you.

Besides, he had promised you a shower and a shoulder to cry on if you needed it and he could be that for you.

You got dressed quickly and found Stiles right where he said he’d be, in his bedroom with a big plate of grilled cheese and a few bottles of water. It was a welcome sight after the night you’d had and you couldn't help but smile.

“You cooked?” you laughed, sitting down beside him with a slight plop, a grin on your face. You never would have pegged Stiles for the cooking type but that didn’t mean you were complaining.

You could have married him for this.

“I hope it’s good, I don’t really cook much,” he admitted, reaching for the remote to push play on the star wars installment he’d picked. “Is this okay?” he checked, understanding that he had company.

It hadn’t dawned on him until right now that you may not have wanted to watch this. In fact, he should have assumed that you wouldn’t want to, because he’d learned his lesson with Lydia.

She hated having to watch Star Wars last time he tried to play it.

“It’s fine Stiles, thank you” you assured, munching happily on your sandwich. He was acting like he hadn’t literally rescued you from a liquor soaked hell and then cooked for you.

At this point, he could play anything on that tv that he wanted and you wouldn’t complain.

“You wanna talk about it?” he wondered, after a few minutes of watching. You hadn’t said anything in that time and he was starting to get worried. Not to mention the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about earlier.

You were really upset and now you were just acting like it was nothing.

All you did was sigh at first. You had really been hoping that he would forget about that, though you should have known better. Stiles was perhaps the most observant person ever and you had thrown your insecurities at his feet.

Of course he wasn’t going to just move on like it never happened.

“Look, can we just move on from that? I barely even remember it” you lied, hoping that would be enough but knowing it wouldn’t be. For whatever reason, Stiles cared about you and that was becoming more and more evident as you two sat together.e

After all, how many other people would just come to pick you up in the middle of the night just because you called. You could have called anyone else but in that moment, you picked Stiles.

...And that meant something to him.

Maybe it was stupid to think that you could possibly care about him in the same way he did you but something had changed in the last few minutes that made him wonder.

It made him wonder if there was a chance.

“Come on Y/N, I wanna talk about it. It’s important” he tried, completely turning his attention away from the film now to look at you. He had never seen anyone more raw and emotional than he did outside of Lydia's.

It wasn’t something he could just move on from, especially so soon after it happened.

“It’s stupid. I just don’t feel like I’m ever gonna be good enough” you allowed, already finding yourself regretting those words. Every cell in your body was screaming for you to shut up but as soon as you looked at Stiles, you ignored it.

He cared, you could see that he did, and it couldn't hurt anything to tell him the truth. Maybe, sitting here in his bedroom at nearly midnight in with greasy fingers and a building migraine, you could finally open up.

“I hate the way I look Stiles, and I always have” you sighed, upset over what was coming out of your mouth. It relieved you to know that he was listening, to know that he was here

...but it didn’t do anything.

You knew well enough to know that if you were ever going to change the way you saw yourself, you would have to do it yourself.

Not that having a friend there with you couldn’t help.

“You? Are you kidding? You’re incredible Y/N, you have to know that” he gasped, shocked that you would ever say that about yourself. You were absolutely perfect, absolutely amazing and he couldn't even imagine it.

How could someone so incredible miss that about themself?

“I see the way that you guys all look at Malia, and Lydia, and Kira...I’m not stupid Stiles. I know that no one ever looks at me like that” you huffed, your strong facade melting away more and more with each passing second.

You wanted to keep it all buried deep but Stiles had already seen too much of what you were feeling, and there was no going back now.

He was someone you could vent to, even if you had no idea why you were suddenly so comfortable around him.

Now, the man let you finish, only daring to speak once he thought you were content with the things you wanted to say. You were so used to keeping everything hidden, and he didn’t want to scare you away even more.

Stiles wanted you to know that you were safe with him, and that he wasn’t judging you. It was the only thing he wanted you to understand more than anything else.

...And he just had to hope that showing you that would be enough to prove it.

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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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OK gang here we go, episode 33!

It was better than last week, which was better than the week before, so... make of that what you will.

Pic of the week!

A look of steely Dan determination.

More below!

Like I said, this episode is an improvement on the last one, by virtue of plot stuff actually happening, a few big happenings, and references to the other kids that suggest they haven’t been completely forgotten about (only mostly). Don’t get excited though - it still leaves much to be desired. I cry endlessly for the animation budget. But let’s get into it...

Taichi and friends are still in pursuit of SkullKnightmon and Hikari. We found our for sure last week that the creature in the little crystal is, indeed, Millenniumon, or rather a fragment of him, and his fragments fell all around the Digital World at the end of the great war or whatever it’s called and they’re the source of the miasma and they absorb energy from the human world etc etc...

So we find this big ass crystal which seems to be the central one, I guess? because it’s the biggest? and several creepy looking acolytes (dun dun DUN it’s VADEMON my FAVORITE DIGIMON) surrounding it and chanting...

Vademon: Find the horcux, kill Harry Potter, find the horcrux, kill Harry Potter,

In other news, there’s a lot of doom and gloom happening with Jou, who, bereft of his underwear, is forced to censor himself with his partners head. Gomamon you don’t deserve this

Jou: I need to get away from these Nanimon before I go prematurely bald too!!

Mimi, meanwhile, is Boxing Champion of the World.

Koushirou is the only one working. He’s on his way to pick up Jou, so I guess that means Yamato will get Mimi? That’ll be fun lol. We saw Yamato for half a second but it was the same frame of him riding Garurumon we’ve seen five times already so why bother capping it.

Koushirou is also keeping an eye on the satellite situation but doesn’t know what to do about it yet. Kabuterimon asks if he shouldn’t take a break about now and Koushirou says “I’m okay, besides, this is the only thing I’m good for” T___T you know this would be heart-breaking if I really believed the writers have ACTUAL PLANS to make good on Koushirou-related character development.... >:[

no this honestly pisses me off so much but I STILL do believe we will get SOMETHING for him and the others and probably not too far in the future... I think... I hope ugh

Back to Team A, they see lots of Digimon coming at them. Taichi’s like “it’s an attack!” but Sora, whose Fight Mode unlike Taichi’s has an actual Off switch, is about to figure out that they are in fact not interested in the kids at all and are running away from something.

Taichi: I can’t believe they didn’t want to kill us. Doesn’t everything in this world want to kill us?

The Digimon are fleeing from a suspicious crater with a familiar stone in the center. SkullKnightmon raises his own crystal fragment into the air and stuff happens.

By stuff I mean black lightning and purple-blue light which is meant to signify Evil which is mega DUMB because blue and purple are the most awesome color combo EVER I mean it throw some turquoise in there too and I will buy it whatever it is a necklace a shawl a codpiece

There are eight crystals that rise from the ground surrounding the central crystal and share energy with it. I thought the number eight might be significant you know for obvious reasons but it doesn’t appear to matter in this episode.

Evil crystals or not, Taichi’s on his way to save Hikari once and for all!

Hikari: Thanks, but no thanks, oniichan.

Taichi: H-Hikari! You don’t understand! You’re too young to go off with a strange man!

Hikari: But oniichan I love him

Taichi: Who do you think I am, Tevye!? You’re not marrying him and that’s final!

Hikari: waaah why don’t you understand me!!

ok back to the story...

Hikari abandons her brother for his muscular studly lover SkullKnightmon.

... >_>

Using Hikari’s powers, SkullKnightmon evolves to Gundamon DarkKnightmon. Meanwhile there’s lots of chanting and stuff about this being SkullKnightmon’s purpose or some such. I still kinda hope we get a redemption arc for SkullKnightmon or that he has something more to do with the story...

Agumon stops Taichi from wigging out and they go to save Hikari together, but before they can they are beset from all angles by henchmen.

Sora: Hey, you take care of Tweedle Dee and I’ll get Tweedle Dum!

Birdramon: *gets punched in the head* I hope you brought enough aspirin...

Then these guys appear. I’ve forgotten their names but evil as they look they literally just stand there till they get blown up and then more appear... I guess that’s a kind of talent

Takeru: Leave the small fry to me!

Pegasusmon: Takeru when I said I wanted a Happy Meal this isn’t what I meant

Hikari begins to be absorbed into a dark pocket dimension of DarkKnightmon’s or something like that. It seems like a very chill experience.

Taichi: I’ll save you! Take my hand!

Hikari: O... nii... chan... Fuck you...

ok so here’s my problem here.

This is meant to be all emotional and stuff right?? Hikari’s been blowing off her brother for an unknown reason (we all figured out what it was but look the main characters don’t know and that’s what counts) and he’s finally managed to catch up with her. His hand is inches away from catching hers and pulling her to safety. She’s got creepy glowing eyes. She mouths “o..nii...chan...” with a creepy smile before being pulled into darkness.

I know it’s for kids so it’s not going to be too scary or anything but there ‘just like... no build up here. The storytelling style is too mathematical. “We go from Plot Point A to Plot Boint B via Battles 1 2 and 3...” There’s nothing happening in between to make us feel Taichi’s desperation, or even to know what Hikari’s feeling in this moment. Is she really okay with this? Is she having second thoughts? It doesn’t make any sense for her not to be scared. I fully expected her to go through with it, but she can be scared and still go through with it... come on...

It’s like that scene from Utena except sapped of any and all emotional impact.

I don’t really remember how Greymon got up there in the first place since he can’t fly but at least we get a scene of him and Taichi plummeting to the earth after failing to save Hikari. The kind of thing that would be dramatic if there were any kind of animation budget at all.

The one thing the show is sure to do is show us Taichi’s expressions, which I guess is something... It’s just so rushed and the accompanying dialogue leaves something to be desired.

Greymon: Don’t give up, Taichi... Taichi... um. what are you doing...

Taichi: stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself

Anyway, Taichi is Big Mad. I thought (hoped, to be honest) that we might get a glimpse of him going wild with dark energy like in the Devimon episode again... Or at least a hint that that was a possibility in the heat of the moment before Agumon snapped him out of it. But nope.

He takes a moment to be upset and then says “There’s no time to worry about what to do” and goes to save Hikari... from inside DarkKnightmon somehow :P

This does not go well.

Meanwhile Hikari is surprisingly okay for someone who was just eaten alive by sentient VantaBlack. She discovers a peculiar light inside... DarkKnightmon’s intestine??? Is that where we are now??? lmao

She recognizes the light as the voice that has been calling her and tries to head towards it, but is blocked by some purple jello.

There’s a kind of cool thing that happens here... We just had a scene where Taichi desperately tries to grab his sister’s hand and yank her out of the clutches of evil, but fails, mostly because she doesn’t do anything to help him since she is weirdly okay with the situation. Now we get a mirror of that moment with Hikari bursting out of the jello with her arm outstretched to grab what is clearly Tailmon’s paw.

Only Tailmon does take Hikari’s hand.

It was really cool to see the brother and sister paralleling each other this much. It shows the ways they’re both courageous and determined and caring.

Meanwhile Taichi finally whips out WarGreymon. Honestly, I feel like this should have been WarGreymon’s intro episode. This would have been a good time for a new evolution, rather than in a fight with a nobody that I’ve already forgotten. Idk. WarGreymon uses Brave Tornado to knock DarkKnightmon’s lances away and burrow into his armor. So, yeah, Hikari’s in his intestines, lmao.

Hikari is being chased by a two-headed monster who is in for the migraine of its (their?) life when the tornado crashes into it.

Hikari: Big brother! You look so cool!

Taichi: Promise me that no matter how many men come into your life, I’ll always be number one.

Hikari: okay that is creepy

WarGreymon explodes DarkKnightmon from the inside out x’D and Taichi gets a redo of his hand-reaching scene. First he berates Hikari for running off on her own and then smiles.

Hikari says she always believed he’d rescue her. Aww.

Sweet sibling love.

Then there’s this really hilarious sound which turns out to be the Vademon hivemind giving a collective cry of distress x’D it’s lmfao amazing. Then they start chanting “Next time next time next time” just in case you thought Millennium was defeated and we can go home now.

Taichi: Sora, do you know where I can buy a leash for this kid? I can’t keep chasing her like this. Aren’t kids today supposed to be glued to their phones and never go outside?

Patamon’s Girlfriend Radar piques at the bundle in Hikari’s arms.

And it is indeed Tailmon, and she’s been waiting for Hikari all this time.

Tailmon: I am Tailmon, a Holy Digimon.

Patamon: oh my god you can’t just call yourself holy ugh you’re so self-centered

D’awww.

They’re both sooooo cute. I’m annoyed they didn’t get a cool ending card like Takeru and Patamon did last week though. But still, this is a sweet moment.

So, there’s not a lot to complain about in this episode, comparatively speaking. I wish we had more dialogue and understood the value of a dramatic pause etc. Also wish Sora and Takeru had more to do than fight the henchmen. Like, if you can just erase an entire part of an episode and it still works fine, you clearly didn’t need that part so why waste time on it.

But at least we do get reactions from Taichi, and at least we got plot development. The Taichi/Hikari parallels were cool. And even though I had other hopes for how this arc would turn out, I’m glad it’s over because maybe we can finally do some other stuff now. Maybe. I want to get back to Koushirou SOOO bad but more than anything I am still gobsmacked by how long it’s been since Yamato’s had anything to do but ride on Garurumon. That is WEIRD. He’s YAMATO.

Next week...

... Looks like it’ll be a light-hearted undersea episode. I’m cool with that. The preview clips had a “Sebastian’s Calypso” vibe that I dig. It’s still about Taichi’s group but I think that’s to do more actual face time with Tailmon and Hikari. I hope we see the others as well and if not maybe the week after. I will be happy if this episode has some personality to it.

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