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messycunt · 9 months

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No thoughts, only Leona and Tummy bulges

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GRUMPY LION i never manage to post birthday stuff on time so I'm super proud of being able to queue this in advance even tho I rushed it!

small context that's kinda not needed; reader missed leonas party so he's a lil sour abt that lol

cw: afab reader, creampie, size kink, scratching and biting but no blood, not proof read

it gets so fucking hot in savanaclaw.

now that the sun has set its not that bad though. mostly anyway, the last rays of light casting gorgeous pink and orange hues visible through the wide open aired windows of the dorm. you're much too preoccupied to worry about any of that even though you should be, nrc does have a somewhat enforced curfew afterall. something to consider tomorrow maybe.

for hours its been like this; chest to your back, a hot mouth pressed against your neck leaving a path of wet bites and kisses, sharp freshly manicured nails(a 2 days early birthday gift from vil of all people apparently, how sweet…) digging into the fat of backs of your thighs to keep them pushed up to your chest and spread open. leona did almost all of the work for you, stuffing your cunt and bouncing your body up and back down on his lap.

grunting and panting against your neck he moves a hand from your thigh to push against your lower stomach. he can feel himself filling you and you squeal at the pressure. he mumbles a strained 'fuuuuck' under his breath before lifting you off of him, scoffing teasingly at your whine from the loss of him inside of you. you're pushed down onto the bed on all fours, your lion towers over you from behind.

a pile of gifts sits in the corner of his room. its not even half of what he received today in total since he gave most of it away in the last few hours, whatever ruggie didn't manage to already get his paws on anyways.

you face it now and leona's sliding himself back into you leaning over your much smaller body and nipping at the nape of your neck. a warm careful hand moving to where you both were joined to push and rub at your clit in slow lazy circles timed differently from his thrusts. he could feel your cunt pulsing with your heartbeat.

a few tags have long carefully written notes with long titles signed in gorgeous typography too small and loopy for you to read with your clouded mind and tears of pleasure filled eyes. most are written simply 'to: leona'.

he hums pleased with himself when you cum against him from his fingers(sure to have you finish first how princely!) popping his fingers into his mouth to lick clean and moan and slowing his thrusts.

his sweat drips down on your back to mix with your own. a growl sounds from behind you, weight is shifted to lean atop you more forcefully and nails dig again against your tummy. feeling again how he makes room for himself inside of you, he loves it. skin to skin for a second he stills and you gasp.

he fills your already warmer than warm insides with his own liquid heat and your toes curl. your gift to him and his gift to you.

face still smushed against the mattress and drool pooling in your mouth you mumble "happy 'irthday my prince". he simply grunts in acknowledgement, eyes already closed. he flops to lay on his slide facing you, fast asleep.

even if you went through with the effort to wake him up from his dead sleep you can already hear his tired mumbles of 'jus' clean up later' and 'ill walk you back to ramshackle tomorrow' before falling back asleep. so you leave him, snuggling up next to him silently and falling into a dreamless sleep.

#ask!#twst smut #wrk!#leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #leona smut #-🌸

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americas1suiteheart · 6 months

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Sick Days

[Lemon and Tangerine x GN! Reader (Platonic) ]

[Summary; You've worked with the twins for years now, and whilst they are sharp and get things done rather well, they do have a tendancy to constantly get eachother, including you, sick.]

[Notes; Sorry I haven't been very active. I promise I'll get to those asks soon but this popped into my head and I just really needed to write a full fic.]

[Warnings; Some cursing and mentions of taking over the counter medicine.

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"Achoo!"

"Bloody fuckin'-hell mate, cover your fuckin' mouth when you sneeze," Tangerine scoffs.

The three of you have been sick since your last mission in Bolivia, you're assuming that one of the twins got coughed on or something, because as always--they were the first to get ill.

And just as always, you were the ones to take care of them at first until you finally got ill.

The first week was horrible.

Tangerine's constant bitching and moaning about how he wanted to be back on missions but still complaining about how he felt like shit, that his nose and body hurt, how his throat was sore, and how terrible of a headache he had. Then he would be upset that Lemon was sitting down bundled up on the couch watching Thomas and Friends and how he wouldn't let Tangerine watch his West Ham game on the television.

Lemon wasn't as bad as Tangerine when it came to getting sick though. Lemon only complained once or twice, every now and then but it wasn't constant. Lemon would only ask if you could bring him a pot of tea if you weren't too busy and maybe some blankets. He was content and hell, he'd even admit happy that he didn't have to go on missions for a few weeks.

And then you got sick.

So now its just been constant sneezing, coughing, sniffling, and groaning. The amount of tissues and tea the three of you have been going through is insane, and you're still the one doing medicine runs.

"Piss off mate, I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Lemon says after blowing his nose.

"If either one of you bicker and babble to eachother again I will personally shoot the both of you in the face," You groan.

You hear a grumble and mutter from Tangerine but don't bother with him because it'll only worsen your already terrible migraine.

You walk to the kitchen, grabbing your favourite mug along with some clove and ginger tea, popping the teabag in and pouring the hot water you had just boiled over it into the mug.

"You did it wrong," Tangerine says, a look of annoyance on his face.

"I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit Tan. If you want it done right then you make it yourself you prick," You bite back, proceeding to the living area.

You walk to the couch Lemon was sitting on, one of his legs taking up the whole couch.

Once he looks away from the television and sees you, he removes his leg and opens up the blankets he was under, inviting you to sit with him in his cozy spot, to which you gladly accept.

You sit comfortably next to Lemon, handing him your mug so he can set it down on the tissue covered side table. I'll have to clean that up later, you thought to yourself.

"Feeling any better, y/n?" Lemon asks.

"Sort of. I've still got a god awful headache and my nose is still runny, but its better than I was a couple days ago so the medicine is working at least. How about you?"

"I'm still stuffy but its beginning to slow down now, I'm glad this bloody thing is starting to bug off already," Lemon replies.

"It's my turn on the telly, let me watch th- Achoo! Fuckin' hell!" Tangerine says, a twinge of annoyance in his voice as he complains like a child.

You and Lemon look at eachother, sighing and deciding to let Tangerine watch his game so he stops whining.

"Fine, but only if you promise to stop bitching, okay?" You say, handing Tangerine the television remote and scooting closer to Lemon to make room for him to sit with you two.

"Hey Tan, who's playing West Ham?" Lemon asks, voice still slightly hoarse.

"Man City today, tomorrow its Brentford. Why?" Tangerine responds, eyes glued to the television as he switches it to the correct channel.

Lemon looks at you with a look on his face, then back at Tangerine.

"No reason in particular,"

Manchester City just so happened to be your favourite team. The last time Man City was against West Ham, Man City won. You also happened to be watching the game with the twins that day, and let's just say that Tangerine was not happy that his team had lost and you were happy over it.

It'd been a few years since that game, but you have a feeling that Tangerine would end up being worse than the last time if Man City won again.

Sure, you like it when your team wins, but as of right now you would much prefer it if West Ham won so that way Tangerine doesn't act like a complete bellend. He's easier to anger and agitate now that he's ill.

You all sat on the couch watching the game. Cheers erupted from Tangerine and Lemon whenever West Ham got the ball or made a goal, then a groan of annoyance from Tangerine whenever Man City got the ball or made a goal.

So far it was a 3 - 3 tie with just 3 minutes left of the game, and Tangerine was getting more and more agitated every time Man City took the ball from West Ham.

Once again, Man City taking the ball, then the referee calling over a player and showing them a red card, giving West Ham a free kick for the players offense.

West Ham has the ball now, a free kick. There are 2 minutes left in the game and if they make this shot then the chances of them winning the game are high.

"Bowen takes a free kick, OH MY WORD! A DIRECT FREE KICK GIVING WEST HAM 4 POINTS TOTAL! WHAT A GOAL!"

Cheers and a few coughs come from both Lemon and Tangerine, smiles on their faces. Regardless of their heights, facial hair, voices, jobs even, they still act like children sometimes in both good and bad ways and it makes you smile.

Those last few minutes pass and the game ends, a 4 - 3 score with West Ham beating Manchester City, more cheers erupt from the twins, dopey smiles plastered onto their faces.

Tangerine gets up from the couch to go do something for a minute, leaving you and Lemon sitting on the couch together.

"That was a good game eh? Man City is pretty good too, I'm surprised we even won," Lemon says to you, covering himself back up with the blanket he was sharing with you.

"Great game really! I'm a little bummed though I will admit, but honestly one loss is better than Tan being a prick the entire day," You roll your eyes.

You get up from your cozy spot on the couch and head to the kitchen island, which had a plethora of medicines, syrups, a humidifier, and assortments of teas.

Cough syrup, Tylenol tablets, throat soothing sleepytime tea, chamomile tea, lemon scented vapor rub, allergy syrup, and a new, unopened three pack of tissue boxes.

You groan at the thought of having to drink the terrible tasting allergy and cough syrup again.

"Lem! Tan! Have you guys taken your medicines yet?" You call out to the twins, seeing as Tangerine had just returned to the living area.

Groans emit from the both of them as you give a light chuckle.

The two walk to you, tangerine grabbing the three cups for the syrups, all of your names on one of them to designate which belonged to who.

You pour the cough syrup into your cup at the 120 ml line, holding your nose as you down it to try and get rid of some of the taste, then doing the same with allergy medicine. You open the bottle of Tylenol, grabbing two of the tablets and popping them into your mouth.

You take a gulp of water from your glass then wipe your mouth.

"I'm gonna go into my room and nap, take one of these tissue boxes with you," You say, opening the pack and grabbing a box of tissues for yourself to have.

You walk to your room, opening the door and placing the tissues onto your bedside table, taking one out and blowing your nose, then tossing it into your small trashcan.

You lay in your bed, covering yourself with your blankets and sinking into your mattress.

God I hope I feel better soon.

You fall into a slumber, happy to be resting after nothing but bickering and loud cheers all day.

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Sorry this took a little longer, I wasn't really planning to post it two days ago but tumblr freaked out and did it anyway even though it still wasn't finished, but it is now! I'm trying to post these fics more often and hopefully be more consistent about it. Requests are still currently closed and I'll try to get to the ones that were sent months ago.

#tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #lemon x reader #tangerine x reader #brian tyree henry #fluff #gender neutral reader #bullet train 2022 #bullet train #atj #atj x reader #brian tyree henry x reader

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jaeclerc · 10 months

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you&i ; maxiel; 1.6k

maybe a little different from something i usually post but i just needed to get this out!

tw: mentions of extensive mental illnesses, slightly unhealthy relationship, disordered eating, medication

it’s one of those days for max. he doesn’t really know why, he never knows why. all he knows is that the world is pressing down on him and he’s exhausted, his body already heavy even though he just woke up. his anxiety is already clutching his throat, squeezing down hard and then harder when he attempts to soothe it. it travels down to his diaphragm and causes everything to stop for a terrifying 1..2..3..4. he gasps. he sits up.

daniel already left for the morning, having to go off and deal with the little fires that seem to be popping up everyday on his new project. it just adds to the growing pressure in his stomach. daniel always knows when he wakes up like this, he always understands without max having to verbalize. without daniel, max feels like he’s already sealed within his walls and he’s left to rot.

there’s a sticky note on max’s phone when he picks it up to look at it, to doomscroll and add to his already terrible mood.

it reads: “love u! left breakfast in the fridge 4 u. remember to take ur meds, plz.” max feels like a slight failure, his husband having to remind him to take his pills so he doesn’t freak out (again) and end up hospitalized.

max gets out of bed, his body feeling like lead. daniel has been on a mission to get max eating twice a day, as his nutritionist recommended he bump up his meal count again, so he makes him breakfast and dinner every single day. max usually eats it. today he does not feel like eating it, so he forgoes it, the curling viper of anxiety just waiting to lunge.

he’ll put it into tupperware to eat tomorrow. daniel will be sad that he didn’t eat it, but he’ll also probably be happy that max didn’t hide it. he’s been working on that, not hiding when he hasn’t eaten. his therapist said that it’s small steps on the way, but it’s big to not hide it. to be honest with his loved ones about what’s going on in his brain.

the psychiatrist at the hospital that he was forced into told him that by lying and doing the things he does, he was acting just like his father. he’s been juggling that thought since then. he’s just like his father if he lies, he’s just like his father if he continues to not take his meds.

when he told daniel the psychiatrist said that, daniel flew into a rage because who says that to someone? but max internalized that. the last thing he ever wanted to be was just like his father and he feared turning into him.

max takes his pills out of the lion themed pill box, the ones that daniel dutifully puts out for him every morning and then locks the medication back up. his therapist also suggested they did that, so max wasn’t tempted to overuse when things weren’t going well in his mind. he hated the implication. he hated that she was right.

he throws back the three pills all together, washing it down with a redbull, chugging it so he can feel like it washed all the way down. at least he managed to do one thing today, which is always an accomplishment.

daniel calls on his lunch, his voice cheery through the phone as max curls up their couch with sassy and attempts to finish his homework for his class. he has a pretty low grade in this class and feels guilty if he has to use anymore of daniel’s money to retake it.

“did you eat, princess?” daniel asks him after max told him what he was doing.

his silence was enough to answer for daniel but he allows max to take time to speak.

“no.” he admits finally. “i woke up feeling too anxious. i took the pills.”

daniel hums happily at that, walking past max not eating, which max is happy for. he reminds himself it’s just the little things. the baby steps to get there.

he hears someone come into his office and daniel’s voice grows faint before he comes back on the line and tells max “i have to go, baby, but i’ll be home before three! love you.”

max hums and says “love you too.” before they hang up and he returns to his coursework, sighing in frustration at the fact that he couldn’t figure out the problem that was being proposed to him.

when max met daniel, he tried to hide everything that was going on with him, the raging mental health disorders, the serial lying, the eating disorder, the whole dad thing.

until one day, daniel looked at him, looked him dead in the eye and said “i know, max. you don’t have fucking to lie to me.” and suddenly the curtain was pulled back and all of max’s wounds were revealed to broad daylight and he hated it. but daniel didn’t leave, he pulled max close and let him be honest, no matter how hard it was to hear.

daniel loved max and made max want to seek out help instead of desperation and clinging to a facade.

daniel made max promise to at least always be honest with him. max promised. daniel promised as well.

max only ever truly lied once after that and he was so out of practice with daniel that his husband picked up on it immediately. he saved max’s life that night and when max woke up in the hospital, he figured that there was no use in lying to daniel anyways. he always knew.

there was a psychologist that asked max if maybe he was holding daniel back, burdening him when daniel was so successful. he could have built a beautiful life and had kids by now with anyone else. someone able to hold a job, someone who graduated high school, someone who didn’t have a diagnostic sheet a mile long.

max asked the psychologist why he wasn’t worthy of that good life as well. but he couldn’t help but let that conversation get to him. max was trying, but daniel was so wonderful and deserved that good life.

he asked daniel about it.

“max emilian ricciardo-verstappen.” his eyes looked troubled “who says you don’t give me a good life? i knew what i was getting myself into the moment you walked into that club and spilled your drink on me. you give me the life i want.” and max let that get to him as well. because everyone always acts like daniel never had a choice. to date him, to love him, to marry him. daniel knew it all. and he still chose max.

max was frowning at the stain in the sink when he heard the door open, the tub of ‘pink stuff’ being dropped as the lock clicked and startled him.

he picked up the tub and set it on the counter, digging through the sponge drawer for his handy orange scrub daddy to attempt to get the stains off his beautiful sink.

he leaned back against daniel when he felt the arms around his waist and the kiss to the side of his jaw, relaxing into his husband’s arms as he continued to scrub at the sink, fighting the good fight against the forever persistent water, wine, and food stains.

“still trying to get those out?” daniel teased. max rolled his eyes, turning to peak at daniel over his shoulder.

“i will get these stains out if it’s the last thing i do.” daniel just smiled at him, nodding like he believed him.

“oh absolutely, baby. it’s only a matter of time before you will them out of the century old porcelain. you got it!” he patted his ass and stepped away before max could turn and fully glare at him.

that was another thing his therapist suggested, for max to do something that he finds fulfilling. he doesn’t think she was thinking of him finally getting those stains that have been bugging him since they moved into their house, but when he told her, she just smiled and asked him what he’s tried.

when daniel comes back downstairs, dressed in his workout clothes and holding his phone, max sets down his scrub daddy and says, loudly “you said i couldn’t work out if i didn’t eat. so i’m of course not coming.” which meant that he really wanted to go.

daniel raised an eyebrow in his direction, his lips curling up as he asks “do you want to come and watch?” max practically sprints to get his own workout clothes on, even though daniel won’t let him work out but he likes watching anyways.

daniel has a meal supplement shake in his hand for him when he’s back down, whistling at him in his sweats and baggy tee, which is cut down to his hips practically. he’s pretty sure it’s daniel’s but he just threw on what he saw.

max chugs the shake and takes daniel’s hand as they walk to the gym, swinging his water bottle on the way as they chat about the day.

max wishes daniel didn’t have such an impact on his mood but he’s come to terms with it long ago when he realized that this was long term for them. so he tries to navigate as best as he can.

when they’re laying in bed, daniel tracing shapes on max’s back, daniel asks him what he asks every night:

“how was it today?” and max tells him honestly.

“i woke up anxious, that’s why i didn’t eat. i struggled with my class, and it made me very upset, of course. but going to the gym, eating dinner, and finally being able to orgasm made it better. i feel like today was a better day than last week’s tuesday.”

daniel’s fingers pause on his back and then resume, a small laugh falling from his lips as he looks down at max, whispering “i’m glad, baby. it’s the small steps.”

#max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #maxiel #maxiel fic #you and i au #this is genuinely just an exploration #of like #being loved unconditionally #idk i hope u like it :)

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pristinekanesays · 1 year

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🦋 Life Is Strange: Mental Health Headcanons

🦋 warnings: heavy topics, mentions of psychical and verbal abuse, mentions of mental illness, kate's suicide attempt, a gif of warren beating the shit out of nathan which is funny to me, mentions of my literal enemy mark jefferson

🎧 A/N: I was feeling a little silly, goofy even. This idea popped into my head as I was writing some relationship headcanons but I decided to write this instead, the relationship headcanons will be out later today though probably or tomorrow. ツ (this took like 9 hours)

🦋 Chloe Price:

💾 An attachment to Rachel who turned out to be just really only leading her on and giving her false hope, a dead father who she keeps seeing in her brutal nightmares, an abusive stepfather who we see hit her after a certain choice and has probably hit her before on several occasions, a mother who rarely takes her side and a best friend that's dipped only to come back and not tell her.

📼Her emotions can change in a split second from 0% to 100% almost immediately, she's seen smoking which she probably uses to drift away from reality and ease the way she feels.

📝I think that from research and playing the game that Chloe has Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), from her trust and abandonment issues, being unable to take control of her emotions and the meltdown she had in Chaos Theory.

🍂Kate Marsh:

💾 Kate is so deeply traumatized by what Nathan did to her, drugging her and promising that he'll take her to a hospital (he lied to her, he's an asshole). Only for Victoria to spread a video of her kissing complete strangers for the whole school, town and her extremely religious family to see.

📼Her room is unclean and messy, things are spread across the floor including books and clothes, when she's at her desk she looks noticeably tired with red, puffy eyes from crying. Inside her room, it's dark and her mirror is covered up (afraid to look at herself, i think she's beautiful by the way.) When she's on the roof threatening to jump, she's correct that we don't know her mother but she apparently thinks that Kate is already on her way to hell.

📝I think from how her behaviour is in the game that she has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) & Depression.

📷 Max Caulfield:

💾 She's gone through hell and back, watching her best friend get shot and finding out that she has literal powers that can rewind time. Then having to rewind and save Kate's life, rewinding to stop Victoria from going to Mark Jefferson and ending up in the dark room, saving Chloe from getting killed by a train and shot by Mark, finding Rachel's dead body and ending up in the dark room herself.

📼Max seems to be pretty socially awkward and just focuses on photography entirely, she probably struggles making friends and communicating with others.

📝I think that Max has Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD), from her tending to avoid certain social decisions and her problems communicating with other people. Also, she could possibly have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after the Life Is Strange events take place, from her time in the dark room and constantly having to rewind and save Chloe's life.

🎭Rachel Amber:

💾 Rachel sort of has to have everyone's eyes on her, you know? The popular girl that everyone knows, especially after she goes missing. Finding out that her dad's cheating on her mom, who turns out to actually not be her biological mother, that shit would fuck with anyone's head.

📼She's described as a huge flirt from the way she acts with Frank and Chloe but she's leading them both on at the same time, putting a huge strain on both of their relationships. Chloe's convinced that Frank is a huge creep (a little) especially since he has her bracelet but Chloe refuses to believe that Rachel would have did that to her. (going behind her back, lying to her.)

📝Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD), it seems to describe her and her behaviour pretty well. Her emotions, her powers , how she started a whole fucking wildfire and her very unhealthy behaviour.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

💾 The Queen Bee! It's obvious that she was born into a wealthy family due to her expensive jewellery, clothes and very expensive camera equipment. (I see why Nathan and Victoria get along, they're both rich people who slightly get on my nerves.)

📼From what she said to Max, it's obvious that she's jealous of her and probably afraid she'll take the spotlight or her place probably. She wants to be liked, the center of attention and if she isn't then she'll have a fucking fit. (I'm gonna have a BF, a bitch fit!) It's also obvious that she's very close with Nathan and aware of his unstable behaviour, their relationship can be seen as romantic or just friends. (i don't ship them, more like brother & sister.)

📝It says on her profile that she could possibly have Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD), seductive behaviour, self-centeredness and constantly seeking reassurance or approval.

🎮 Warren Graham:

💾 It's my favourite dork! He's literally 16 and in a school specifically for seniors, smart much? It's said that he probably advanced a couple grades on his profile due to him being pretty smart.

📼He's seen a few times fidgeting around, he's literally unable to stay still apart from when he's getting his picture taken. He acts without thinking like how he beat Nathan Prescott's ass (twice) and I get the vibe he'd also struggle focusing on certain tasks.

📝I couldn't find anything on Warren but personally i think he has Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) from what I said earlier, he's unable to stay still, acts without thinking and struggles focusing on certain tasks. (like loving me back)

🧨 Nathan Prescott:

💾 He's a horrible person and I don't defend this man but I do feel bad for him, physically and verbally abused by his own father, used by Mark Jefferson all because he's rich and easy to manipulate. He went down all the dark paths in the world for a fucked up dickhead (i literally despise mark jefferson, i will beat his ass.)

📼It's obvious he's mentally unstable and everyone around him knows, they just don't care except for his therapist. It's heavily implied that he suffers from paranoia, anxiety and psychosis. From his scary ass drawings and a letter from his therapist directed towards his father detailing how Nathan is `disconnected from reality`.

📝Nathan is confirmed to have Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia from the medicine (Risperidone, from his profile) that he takes which is used to treat both of those things. And possibly, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which could have been brought on by the abuse he endures from his father. (i'll beat his ass as well.)

#🤍kane's headcanons #nathan prescott x reader #kate marsh x reader #victoria chase x reader #max caulfield x reader #chloe price x fem!reader #rachel amber x reader #warren graham x reader #lis headcanons #life is strange headcanons

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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🌽- let the sun in by wallows with steve . such a steve song it's kinda ridiculous

hiiiiiii diver anon!!!!! <3 i love wallows and this is such a sweet song of theirs. poor steve has so many doubts and just needs to be told he's loved (especially when he's ill), so here we have a sick!fic : ) --

"Steve!" Your spare key jangles in your hand as you shut his front door behind you. It's the last place you've looked for him, but his car was in the drive so he has to be here. He hasn't answered any of your calls today and all Robin knew was that it was his day off.

"Baby?" A weak reply travels down the stairs. "That you?" You quickly shed your shoes and bag and run up to his room. You find him in a mess of sheets and his duvet, the lights off and the air smelling stale.

"Aw shit," he says. "Did I miss our dinner date?" His voice is thin like he's been coughing.

"No, that's tomorrow." You move to open the window and take note of the absence of dishes or a water glass. He probably hasn't left bed all day.

"I think I'm sick." You swallow a laugh. He sneezes.

"Seems so, bub," you say. "I was worried, though. Robin didn't even know where you were." You sit on the edge of his bed and run a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I think I've slept all day?"

"You probably need it. I called earlier and you didn't answer."

"So you came to look for me?" He sounds like he can't believe it even as he leans into your touch.

"Of course I did, Steve." You don't know where he's going with this.

"Why?"

"Why?" You shoot him a knowing look. "Because you're my boyfriend, that's why. Because I love you." He looks a little dazed, though you try to tell him as often as you can. Seems like maybe you need to say it more.

"Oh," he says. "Yeah, okay. Love you, too." He sneezes again.

"Okay, sick boy. I'm gonna pop out to get some stuff but I'll be back soon." He presses a kiss to your palm before flopping back onto his pillow.

"Make sure you get the extra soft tissues, please!"

join the celebration!

#500atemmasfair #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #emma's asks #blurbs #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

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elena-oc-blog · 8 months

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Just in the nick of time for smaugust, here are the hydra brothers Morder, Kashmir and Koel! I was hoping to finish their parents today too but Im feeling a lil too tired to give those pieces the polish they deserve so I guess ill finish those tomorrow hopefully. Also I don't know what the background is, I was completely clueless on what to do and so I just turned my brain off and eventually landed on this which works i guess- A friend of mine mentioned it reminded her of a pokemon battle which i can see. Better throw a pokeball now that they are distracted.

Anyway about the hydrabrothers All hydras are born with two heads, the two original heads were Morder and Koel. Koel admiring his father's many heads and his most idolised dad being a center head and leader, wanted to become a center head himself. So he voluntarily got himself decapitated by morder. However to his horror, instead of regrowing in the middle with a new sibling on the side, the new derpy sibling Kashmir became the middle head instead. Kashmir is friendly, happy go lucky and always willing to make new friends eventhough his brothers are trying to be menacing to uphold the family reputation. Their dad is a mob boss and leads a gang of greek monsters and creatures. The brothers are the heir to his business though he isnt too happy about kashmir having popped up. He is very proud and fond of morder and koel though. More about the individual brothers: Koel: Sees himself as the leader. He has a very hot temper and a very toxic relationship with masculinity. He will insist that he is the manliest man that ever was and refuses to do anything that would make him look "soft" including crying or showing love to his brothers and also disapproves of morder's bisexuality. He idolises his dad don, who encourages his toxic behaviour and attitude.

Morder: Levelheaded and often the one to get him and his brothers out of trouble. He is a lot more laid back and though he is a tough guy, he also has no issue with flirting with guys and girls alike and does have a bit of a dramatic theatrical flair to him. He doesn't really care all that much what either of his parents think of him but still he goes along with the flow, not really interested in kicking up a fuss. He is very extroverted and enjoys going to parties Kashmir: innocent, friendly and oblivious, kashmir is the newest addition to the family. He is what hydra dad would call "a defect" as in his opinion, hydras should be strong and aggressive and always ready to fight. Hydra mom however, has quite the soft spot for him and spoils him (and hydradad's own mute soft head) like crazy. The brothers' room is largely overtaken by kashmir's plushie hoard and whenever they watch tv at home, kashy is the one who gets to pick what they will watch which most often is sailor moon, ghibli movies and other feel good anime series. Kashmir is fascinated by japanese culture, especially the kawaii aspect, and has appropriated it for himself. Yep he is a cringe weeaboo who uses random japanese phrases and words into his vocabulary sometimes. Hydramoms will import all the cute merch and fun snacks their baby boy asks for, and his brothers get none of it. It's another reason morder and koel aren't the fondest of kashy. Kashy is oblivious tho and still loves his brothers. Okay thats all time to make myself dinner

#hydra fam #morder #kashmir #koel

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rose-icosahedron · 8 months

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(Transcript of the text in the image: There was once a princess who lived in a tower/and a knight who sought to rescue her. This would surely not have any negative long term consequences for all of humanity)

Second day of rwbystuck, It's time for Meenah, Kankri, as well as some struggles drawing Dirk as well as a thoughts on names below the cut.

A lot of what I have decided about Meenah and Kankri is pretty up in the air for exactly how their relationship went, but the big points are that some long time ago they were kismesies(ask me about my quadrant worldbuliding in this mostly human au, I promise I won't go on a rant), which actually went pretty swell till Kankri died. We can learn about Meenah's hubris some other time though.

I've figured out Dirk's design by now, but here are some of my early struggles trying to render his glory. As for the promised name thoughts, let me introduce you all to General Tiresias of Atlas:

One can guess from the name and general appearance that she is a version of Terezi, but in this au she is not the only one. To meet my frankly ridiculous quota of characters required for this au, I decided to use both pre and post scratch versions of all characters, so you are actually looking at pre-scratch Terezi right here. I'll talk about her at some point, probably when I get to some of my Hal or Dirk designs, because she is up in their business for mostly good and occasionally ill.

As for names, I needed to clearly distinguish the pre and post scratch versions of each character when they pop up, luckily the homestuck fandom already had a bit of a solution for me, which is to extend the name of the 'adult' version of the character, an example of this being that many fics often refer to Rose's mom as Roxanne(which is true in this au as well). However I've only ever seen this done for humans. Part of this is because an additional name already exists for many of them in the form of ancestor titles. Kankri and Signless are clearly distinct people, and if I say 'Signless' I don't need to tell you that that's post-scratch Kankri, you know who he is.

However this au doesn't have trolls, and things like "Signless" or "Neophyte Redglare" aren't good names for humans. This caused me to realize the second reason why people tend not to extend the names of the trolls, that being it's really hard to do. Names like 'Roxy' or 'Dirk' are shortened forms of other names, as are most of the human names, so its not hard to lengthen them. Most troll names are not short for anything though. Terezi is an example where this isn't a problem, she's named after the mythological figure of Tiresias, so easy.

But that's generally not true. The first troll I had to pick a name for, the reason I discovered this problem, was actually Neophyte. I haven't had a chance to draw her yet, but her name is Latulano Pyrope now. You're welcome. I will admit that her name is not the best work, and some of the names I have come up with are pretty stupid(stares at Disciple), but I promise some of them are good, I'm excited to show you all Psii's when we get there.

Anyways, that's all for today, see you tomorrow.

#homestuck #rwbystuck #terezi pyrope #dirk strider #meenah peixes #kankri vantas

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brightgnosis · 9 months

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I'm making a Pork Loin in a Blue Cheese Sauce that I'm pulling out of my 'Good Housekeeping Cookbook: The Bridal Edition' tonight for dinner, with the Asparagus Red-Seeded Yardlong Beans and a Cherokee Purple Tomato from the Garden- alongside some fried Red Potatoes.

I was going to go to the Gym yesterday finally but I woke up too tired to do much after spending Sunday DMing for 4 hours straight (our first game back after 2 years of illness; I forgot how much it took out of me!). Then we turned right around and did my Brother in Law's birthday dinner afterwards. And I had a skin reaction to something and wound up having to leave early to do a bath soak. So I was tired as heck after, and just spent the day resting instead.

Was going to go today since I missed out, but then I woke up with that pinch between my shoulders blades all over again; I've had it for about a week, week and a half, now. Was hoping it'd go away on its own like it did last time- and it almost did. But I must've slept wrong last night and it's back full force today. So it's too painful to move much at all- though I did manage to pop a big chunk of it out today just with a pain soak and the right angle in the tub for 2 hours. Unfortunately it still looks like I'll have to schedule a Chiropractor appointment for it after all.

Which also means I'll miss the last Quilting Class I was going to go to tonight, as well, because there's no way I can sit hunched over sewing for 2 hours. But @thegothiccrafter also has to miss it, too, anyways, since there's a new flair up of Covid Cases going around and she got exposed at work (hooray for idiots not staying home despite being symptomatic); and with the flair up of cases, my Husband and I are going to go renew our boosters tomorrow early in the morning. We're a couple months overdue for them anyways.

Bit annoyed things haven't been working out lately. But it is what it is; at this point I'm just hoping that at least dinner comes out good since everything else today is meh.

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rosie-b · 2 years

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A Catching Sickness

Gabriel Agreste thinks he is dreaming when Chat Noir walks into his office and calls him father. But what if the hero turns out to be quite real—and sick?

This story just popped in my head today and demanded to be written out. You can read it here on AO3 or below the cut!

Gabriel was working in his office when it happened. He had been shuffling through some legal papers, hoping to catch up on his work after putting it aside for weeks to be Monarch. He’d just decided to take a quick break and have Nathalie bring him some coffee when Chat Noir walked into his office.

Although he was stunned, Gabriel had no reason to think that the city’s hero was here to take back the Miraculous, so he smoothed down his shirt, folded his hands on the table in front of him, and showed no surprise or fear as he asked in a monotone voice, “What are you doing here?”

Chat Noir didn’t act surprised by the man’s actions, though his ears flattened, and his tail twitched to the side, hanging low on the floor. “Father, I- I came to ask you a question, if I may,” the boy said, hugging himself and rubbing his left arm as he avoided Gabriel’s eyes.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. Perhaps he had fallen asleep at his desk and was now having a nightmare about the teenagers he fought nearly every day. It had happened before, though this particular dream felt unnervingly real despite its laughable premise.

“You may ask,” he replied graciously.

Chat Noir took a deep breath. “Nathalie said she told you that I took ill, and I know you canceled fencing practice for me tomorrow—and I’m grateful, really—but I’m getting worse, not better.” The black cat spoke in a hesitant, stuffy voice, and his mannerisms reminded Gabriel of Adrien’s when he had gotten the flu some years past. Still, Gabriel continued to let the dream play out, rather than analyze the similarities his subconscious drew between his own son and his enemy.

“So I was hoping you’d let me stay home from school,” Chat Noir continued when it was clear that Gabriel would not say anything. “And I already asked Nathalie to call a doctor so I can get tested for the flu, but even if this turns out to be a cold, I- I need a break,” Adrien Chat Noir’s voice broke, and his eyes looked red.

“A break,” repeated Gabriel disbelievingly. He was already giving the heroes a break from fights for now; until his paperwork was done he had no other choice. Did this dream, then, speak to Adrien’s need for a break? But he was already freed from modeling, and though it was true that the boy was ill, all he needed was one restful afternoon to recover and he’d be back to normal.

Chat Noir hugged himself tighter, his eyes wide and pleading as he looked at Gabriel. “I can’t spread this to the other kids, and—” He was cut off by a bout of coughing, bent over and hacking miserably into his elbow. He has good hygiene , Gabriel noted. He shook his head to clear it.

“I can see that you are quite ill,” he said, reaching for his pen to sign a paper that was almost completed, “but really I can’t tell why you— oh, for heaven’s sake,” he said as the hero’s cough turned into a pair of painful-looking sneezes. Chat Noir sagged against the wooden door, his face flushed and his mouth open to catch a breath. Frowning, Gabriel reached down and opened a drawer in his desk. Pulling out a tissue, he held it out to Chat Noir, who stepped forward with a pitiful attempt at a smile.

“Thank you,” he said, reaching out to take the tissue with his right hand. Gabriel looked at the black and green ring within his grasp and tried to control himself. It’s just a dream , he thought. It’s just a dream.

As Chat Noir’s fingers brushed the edge of the tissue, the boy suddenly froze. Trembling, he, too, stared at the ring he wore, and his breath shuddered through his lips.

“Dad,” he said slowly, “please tell me this is just a fever dream. Please.” It sounded more like “blease” to Gabriel, but he wasn’t going to laugh at a sick man.

“I would, but I’m afraid this is my dream we are inhabiting,” he said drily. Then he shoved the tissue into Chat Noir’s hand.

When the hero still didn’t move, Gabriel frowned. Looking up, he noticed that Chat Noir had gone very pale, except for his still red and drippy nose. Gabriel suddenly straightened in his desk chair. “It isn’t?” he asked, and somehow the question made perfect sense, and was its own answer. He inhaled sharply, and his eyes returned to the black ring.

“My own son is Chat Noir,” Gabriel whispered, and it sounded like a curse as he glared at the Miraculous on Adrien’s trembling hand.

All of a sudden, Chat Noir’s hand dropped, and he fell backwards, shoulders and head hitting the door. Gabriel sprang up from the desk, rushing to the hero’s side. “Adrien,” he called, shaking his shoulder. The boy didn’t stir. “Adrien,” Gabriel hissed, and the boy groaned in response, coughing weakly. A strand of blond hair fell in his eyes as they fluttered open, and Gabriel flinched back in shock.

Adrien really did resemble his mother.

“Dad?” Chat Noir asked hoarsely. He coughed again, head shaking and hitting the door with the force of it. He winced, but his eyes stayed focused on Gabriel.

“Son,” Gabriel said. “You need to detransform. I’m going to call your bodyguard and have him help me. We’re carrying you up to your room, and you are not going to leave this house until you are fully recovered. The doctor will just have to come to us. Now, do I need to take off your ring, or are you going to cooperate?”

Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, Adrien murmured, “Claws in.” His transformation fell, leaving a pale little boy wearing Gabriel-brand pajamas, with a tiny black cat perched on his head and glaring at Gabriel.

Gabriel swallowed. “Good,” he said. “Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking the door.”

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A little over two hours later, there was a stack of unfinished paperwork on Gabriel’s desk, a sheet of information about the common flu in his hand, and a loudly snoring hero in Adrien’s bed. Because Adrien was a hero, at least to the city. Gabriel would have to get used to that.

He hadn’t taken the ring yet. He wasn’t sure if he was going to, anymore—wasn’t sure if he could. But he knew now that taking it while his son was so weak would be a kind of betrayal to his son, and by extension, to Emilie. Adrien was all he had left of his wife, and even though Gabriel still hoped to make the Wish, he was willing to change tactics in getting the Miraculous.

After all, Gabriel truly cared about his son, even if it seemed he knew him less than he'd thought.

Placing his hand on Adrien's still-warm forehead, Gabriel allowed himself to relax just a little as the boy let out a sigh and snuggled into his father's gentle touch. Gabriel smiled down at his son, who still had such a bright future ahead of him. Things might feel a bit muddled at the moment, but Gabriel had faith that everything was going to be okay. The Agrestes would pull through this.

Feeling an itch in his nose, Gabriel turned away from his son to sneeze, and slowly turned back around to look at Adrien and the grinning kwami on his pillow.

Things would get better... but they might get worse first. After all, the flu is a catching sickness.

#gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #ml identity reveal #sick adrien agreste #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #writing #my writing

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gas-stxtion · 2 years

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@modestmuses said: 'i need advice' (from snufkin! not allowing you to be mentally ill this time lol)

ask my muses for advice [open]

"Oh, you came to the right place, my man!” Jerry says with a wide, charming smile. “I’m, like, the fucking king of advice. Whatever’s eating you, ol’ Jerry-Bear can get that shit sorted.” He sits up a little from where he’s sitting against the wall of the gas station to better regard the person in front of him.

It’s late in the afternoon, creeping into early evening as the sun just begins to set over the horizon, and right now Jerry is one of two employees on shift. Jack is off today, leaving Jerry and Tony in charge until he comes to take over tomorrow morning. So far, it’s been a pretty slow day, with very few customers rolling in, so Jerry hadn’t felt bad at all about stepping out back behind the dumpster to pop some mushrooms. Tony can take care of the front on his own.

It was at that point that someone approached him, asking for advice.

Perhaps if Jerry wasn’t high right now, he might have pointed out some of the other’s more unusual features, more likely to crack a joke than anything else. As it stands, though, Jerry is, in fact, tripping balls. That fact combined with the general weirdness at the gas station that has, very quickly, become a daily occurrence means that Jerry doesn’t register anything weird or strange about his new acquaintance.

All Jerry cares about is that there’s a cool as hell-looking little dude in a sick-ass hat asking him for advice, and he is going to happily deliver said advice. Sure, Jerry doesn’t remember exactly what the dude asked him about, but he knows exactly what kind of advice to offer anyway and barrels full-steam ahead.

“Alright,” he says seriously, holding up one finger to emphasize his point, “the first thing you need to do is make sure there’s as little as possible that physically ties you to the scene of the crime. I’m talking fingerprints, hair, blood, whatever--you gotta really get in there and make sure shit is fuckin spotless. But not too spotless, ‘cause that’s also a red flag. Pigs are always getting smarter and you should always assume that if they have any reason to suspect you, they will. Your job isn’t to get rid of everything, just to make sure they have as few reasons as they can get.”

He’s still smiling as he speaks, carefree and dopey, as he holds up a second finger. His tone is casual, as though he’s having a conversation with a friend about the weather or the baseball game last weekend.

“Next, make sure you have an airtight alibi,” he says instead of either of those things. “I’m serious--this might seem a bit easier, but trust me, you gotta make sure there’s no holes anywhere in your story. You need people to vouch for you, receipts, timestamps--whatever you can do, get it sorted.”

Not once does it occur to Jerry that this very likely isn’t the kind of advice he was being asked for. Nevertheless, he continues, holding up a third finger.

“Now, disposing of the body itself is a bit harder, but really there’s a lot more room to be creative there, depending on what exactly it is you’re trying to accomplish,” he hums, reaching up to scratch his stubble with his free hand. "If you want them to disappear without a trace, that’s one thing, but if you want the body to be found to send someone a message, that’s a whole ‘nother fuckin’ ballgame, brother.”

#main verse: the shitty gas station #//giving the main 'verse some love for once #modestmuses #//also wow can't believe you won't let me be mentally ill on main :///#//kinda homophobic tbh #//just kidding lmao i'm actually excited to interact w snufkin #//and i know i need to branch out more in general <3 #//[makes all of your muses talk to the gas station people]#//anyway you get jerry because i thought it'd be funniest to have him respond. and i was right.#drugs cw #drug use cw #murder cw #you and your friends here are all kinds of messed up {in character}

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hegeso · 1 day

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23-24.4.24

ate popcorn for dinner and shoveled it into my mouth like a starving animal. still having a lot of trouble eating, though i was able to eat a small sandwich at work.

soda pop is too sweet. the ice in my iced americano made my teeth hurt. but i could eat the sandwich and the popcorn. little victories.

i dont want to move. i’m going through this alone. i dont have anyone who can help me, i can’t take time off from work. i’m ailing and my joints have been especially painful this past week, so I’m nervous to try and accomplish this on my own.

i’m nervous about money.

i’m nervous about p—. the relationship being over, i’m okay. i’ve been mourning for awhile, and our relationship had been platonic for awhile. i’ll miss living with my best friend in this room.

i painted this room yellow myself. i took the doors off their hinges and painted them yellow as well. i put in the yellow curtains, the mirror, the lampshades. i painted p—‘s bookcase yellow. and his nightstand.

i’m kind of a catch.

look at me, handyman, DIYer, decorator, domestic laborer

taker-carer-of when sick (did he ever once baby me when i was seriously ill? no. i made this guy fucking bone broth from scratch)

date planner (i have never been taken on a date)

trip booker

payer-for

what the hell was i doing?

bad dream

threes everywhere

head transplant

trapped in a loop

over and over and over and over

p— saying mean things

hotel

some woman without teeth

i’m still half asleep.i feel really sad.

but i stood up for myself in the dream and that’s most important

frightened

lost my shirt

caffeine gives me nightmares.

my joints hurt like crazy today, already dislocated my elbow and my knee. popped them back into place and moved on. break’s over at work, feeling lonely. my favorite barista got promoted and she’s transferring stores after this week. i’ll really miss her.

i need to book a flight out of this place. maybe i can convince someone to run away with me. at least i can get free flights to anywhere in the world.

the pain at work is unbearable, but i’m suffering through it so I don’t lose my job. i have 10 people depending on me to do things correctly, on time, efficiently. i can’t slack off. but my muscles and joints are screaming. my hip could give out at any moment. i only have 2.5 hours left to get everything done, and i can’t leave the closing barista alone out in the trenches. i gotta suck it up. suck it up suck it up suck it up you fucking asshole

drove home listening to hovvdy. cried to “blindsided.” not about p—. just out of my own selfish misery

scratched up my car in the garage today

but my mom bought me cat litter

i ate again today, a flavorless breakfast burrito from work. stomach hurts now.

i’m so lonely. i’m so lonely. i’m so lonely.

need to yell. need to vomit. want to do something reckless and dramatic and destructive.

but i’ll lie in bed instead.

am i going to alaska this summer by myself now?

i accidentally chewed off my nail, bed is exposed and bleeding.

can’t someone come help take care of me? please

want to be someone’s marionette

hear someone say “i’ve got it covered” and mean it?

hear someone tell me they like how i sing

let me cry in someone’s arms. just need to be held

i’m cold, shivering, lonely, lonely, lonely

maybe when i wake up tomorrow i’ll be someone else

#p #dream #drivel #SoundCloud

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myaquariusheart · 1 year

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14/4

I usually write in my journal but I've been overthinking too much about my handwriting and at least here I don't need to worry about my handwriting. Another upside to just writing here, it's easy and convenient and I'm always on my laptop. I really want to document every day of my life so I can look back and see what was happening. I hate that I don't commit to writing every day because there are so many memories I forgot about. Even writing about the little things are essential, my mood, what I did in the day, the progresses of my relationships with people, etc. Today I woke up and went to the university to work on my presentation. We're going to present it next Monday and although I am super nervous I think it will be great for me to work on my confidence, and it's only 10 mins so it can't be too bad. I just finished watching the new episode of Power, right now I'm more interested in Monet's storyline than Tariq. The whole Lauren situation is such a bore to me and I can't be bothered with it. Obviously, Tariq is going to love her, but she is not right for him, she doesn't suit his lifestyle. He is a drug dealer at the end of the day and she is just a good rich student. Lorenzo is also dead and I don't get why they keep killing people off, I think it would have been interesting to see Monet and Lorenzo's relationship drift apart alongside the kids but the writers have robbed us of that. Now we're just going to see Cane take over his pops. Tomorrow I'm taking Alv to the cinema to watch the Super Mario movie, which I'm excited about for her and hope she enjoys even though she doesn't know too much about it. I'm sure she will be obsessed with Princess Peach by the end of it. I had really bad anxiety before but it's all gone now which I'm happy about. I started to read YOU again and have made it my mission this year to get through all 4 books. Caroline has released the 4th book yesterday and it came in the post today. It did come damaged which is also irritating my brain. I just hope after all my assignments are finished I can finally get into reading again, I feel so shit that I bought that short storybook about witches and never finished it, but I will finish it after I've completed the You series. Right now I am feeling okay, just happy I'm able to write and need to think of some goals to do this year. I need to book my theory again I know I have definitely given up after I failed but ill put more mind to it once my dissertation is complete. I also have that stupid essay for Sports Science which is another cursed Literature Review. Anyway i need to be positive as i am a powerful human being and everything i say will speak into existence. I haven't been manifesting in a long time, and i need to. I constantly get over fixtaed on something and just forget it about it forever, like last week i went gym EVERYDAY and this week? Not even once. Anyway that's why we have a new day everyday and its another chance to better myself. Maybe i can start gym next week when I'm feeling motivated too. Gonna go back to watching Love is Blind and try and sleep.

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teabiscuits · 2 years

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Okay, so how to describe my experience with this illness...

First few days it felt like a bad head-cold or case of allergies, I didn’t test positive until I really started feeling the congestion, sore throat, and body pain. These symptoms had been present before, but had been much more mild.

It is sort of like the gum in willy wonka, the stuff that changed flavors -- covid basically is like having a different illness each day. Yesterday it felt like strep, today it feels like bronchitis, tomorrow it feels like a stomach bug. You have to constantly juggle your symptom management because of how quickly said symptoms change.

I’d say it shares the most similarity with bronchitis and scarlet fever, based my experiences with those illnesses, but it’s really more like a fucked up hodgepodge of types of sick.

The two worst days (so far) did not happen immediately, and were spaced by a day’s lull in between. On the first day I was struck with an intense migraine or sinus headache -- like an ice pick between my eyes. I’ve dealt with my fair share of pain, so I’d say it’s about equal to all of the other 7-out-of-10′s I’ve experienced -- but that type of headache is not one you can comfortably operate on; it was grueling and caused severe nausea. The second day I was struck with severe sneezing and rhinitis, my nose leaked more than it ever ever has.

I am NOT better yet, I feel like shit this disease is not a joke and I have a comparatively mild case. My nose/sinuses are super inflamed and feel like they’re trying to squeeze themselves. My ears, and I’ve heard gurgling -- though I’m unsure if that’s more an issue with my ducts or if I’ve perforated my eardrum somehow.

I have been able to eat, but flavors feel like they’re half-activated -- so things taste relatively the same but to a lesser degree of their normal profiles. I have mostly only been eating ice pops however -- occasionally fries and a fudgsicle. Salt also tastes more akin to a salt-replacement or electrolyte mix and lacks it’s usual depth. My partner describes the vinegar in worcestershire and A1 as smelling like burning plastic now, where for me it just smells weirdly sweet, super sour, and without the other notes that accompany the usual scent.

So yes things smell and taste slightly off, but I’m lucky it’s not skewing towards repulsive like it does for some.

On top of the unusual QoL changes, I’ve not been sleeping particularly well, due to difficulty breathing, fever, needing to check oxygen levels, so yanno... fuck this plague.

#teabee talks #covid #symptoms and recovery #kinda long

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reidsnose · 3 years

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buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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