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violynt-skies · 2 years

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Okay I have a lot to say in response to this repost from @cyanisatakenusernamefuckit regarding that lil post I made about sick kusuo, hence the entirely independent post, but just roll with it for a second k cause there’s a lot and I love looking into this stuff.

okay so this reply involved a little bit of research on my end (there is a little room for error in what i’m saying bc it wasn’t super in depth so if i’m wrong abt anything lmk)

so after googling i’ve found that most bacteria will die around 60-80 deg C; there are some bacteria out there that can thrive in 100 C heat but whether those can negatively impact humans im not sure

We don’t really know how hot Kusuo can make his fire. We’ve seen him go up to around 93 C in the first episode when he made temp of the thermometer go up to make takahashi seem sick. He can go higher than that as seen when making fire (edit: so about 200C) but what I want to know is exactly how high can Kusuo go and be able to tolerate it.

I think an important thing to remember is that Kusuo is still human and he still has limits and he’s not immune to everything he just has a much higher tolerance than regular people. Take from his fight btwn him and kusuke in Season 3, while the heat energy ray wasn’t enough to really injure him, it did effect him, and he admitted that his arm would’ve turned red had the ray hit him dead on, which isn’t a big effect but it shows he’s not immune, plus he was bleeding some near the end of the fight. So there’s a limit to how much heat Kusuo can take.

edit: it was shown that Kusuo would’ve been burnt by the lava when trying to prevent the volcano which can get up to 1200 C so that’s most likely his limit

That being said, there’s a chance with his genius brain Kusuke could be able to mutate some form of bacteria that could tolerate high heats enough so that Kusuo couldn’t kill it without simultaneously effecting himself, and even if he couldn’t, like you said a biological weapon created by Kusuke probably wouldn’t need to.

But let’s take a different approach. Instead of bacteria and viruses let’s look at allergies. We’ve seen that Kusuo has allergies and it also impacts his powers in that he’s not able to fully control them when he’s partially sick.

Knowing this, what if Kusuke was able to look at his research (bc he def did a lot of testing on kusuo) and found other substances that kusuo was allergic too. There’s a chance that Kusuke could send Kusuo into anaphylactic shock if he was able to inject enough of the allergen into him or smth similar.

Or let’s look at poisons, as far as i’m aware, i don’t think?? Kusuo is completely immune to poisons, just that he could see if they were put in food. Kusuke’s been able to get the jump on Kusuo a few times so i don’t think it’s out of the question for him to be able to pull something, especially if he had a high dosage of said poison. It wouldn’t even have to be an injection it could simply be poisonous gas, because as we’ve been told, even Kusuo can’t filter out what’s in the air.

There might also just be some substances out there that negatively effect his psychic powers, like how germanium impacts his telepathy. There could be some material that impacts his immunity to substances or just inhabits him. Like a psychic kryptonite.

I wouldn’t be surprised if through a large amount of testing Kusuke would be able to find something that could effect Kusuo. And if Kusuo got sick enough, the amount of control he has with his powers is up in the air so he might not have enough control to help himself.

or if kusuke just found a way to block kusuo’s pyrokinesis with some material, then it’d be much easier to make kusuo sick because again he’s not immune to bacteria and virus’s he just kills them with heat before it can effect him.

Regarding the question about pain, I don’t think it’s that Kusuo is always in pain (tho i wouldn’t be shocked if he has chronic migraines) but again just a lot higher tolerance to pain than regular humans.

and the thing about premonition is that Kusuo doesn’t have control over it and it happens at random. There’s no telling if kusuo would get a warning about a Kusuke scheme or not, and tbh in the past he hasn’t. Half the time kusuo doesn’t really know what Kusuke is up to, and a lot of his plans take him by surprise. Take toritsuka’s demon possession, or Kusuke’s weird ass birthday card, or him taking himself hostage in the cat fight episode. Kusuo was surprised by all of it. So i wouldn’t depend on precognition to warn Kusuo about an impending illness. Theoretically Kusuo might be able to teleport away before things got too severe, but Kusuke could probably plan out something that would make Kusuo not want to leave, or maybe his powers would be so inhabited that he couldn’t.

Fortunately, I don’t think Kusuke would ever try to actually kill kusuo. So i don’t think we have to worry about that, which is great because Kusuke is definitely a force to be reckoned with

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unofficialvulturecultureproblems · 27 days

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thanks for the advice! it looks more like dirt than sawdust? it’s a dark color and isn’t as fine as sawdust. i don’t have a large freezer or insecticide(i have a family member who’s super allergic) so do you think just putting the mount in a plastic garbage bag for a while should help?

I'll admit, I'm not much of a bug expert, but I would still suspect pests such as beetles as the culprit. That sounds like it's probably frass, or bug poop.

I don't think just putting it in a garbage bag will do much if anything. If you're relying on suffocation it will take an exceedingly long time for an insect to suffocate, and doing so with a bag would be very difficult to ensure success short of creating a vacuum. I once trapped a cockroach in a container then promptly forgot about it for months and rediscovered it only to see the cockroach was still alive and moving (and yes, I know this is cruel and not okay, I swear it wasn't done on purpose). Putting the mount behind glass and outside where it will be exposed to more extreme temperatures would be more effective, though this is not fool-proof, and light exposure especially behind the magnifying effects of glass will sun bleach your mount more quickly.

As for the insecticides, is your family member okay with citronella? I am sensitive to a lot of chemical or "smelly" things myself (we cannot burn candles in our home, and sometimes I can't do dishes because the Dawn dish soap will give me hives) but was able to use Mount Saver with minimal issues. It smells like citronella and is a blend of essential oils, not a 'synthetic' chemical like Raid or other insecticides are. I think this option may be your best bet if you're unable to utilize other methods. You can probably contact the company directly for any specific allergy concerns. For example I'm highly allergic to oranges, especially orange essential oils, so I could reach out to them and ask if it's used in their essential oil blend. (To the best of my knowledge it isn't, as I have not gone into anaphylactic shock since buying/using Mount Saver).

If using a product such as Mount Saver I highly recommend using it outside if possible. If you can let the mount air out outside or in a garage or shed or otherwise not inside the home with the sensitive individual that will be the best solution to avoid problems. The product does have a very strong smell that some find enjoyable but I know I cannot stand, but it does fade away completely within a couple days. As a plus side, the smell also tends to deter pets.

If you still don't think you're able to use a product such as Mount Saver or find room in your freezer I do recommend giving borax or dichotomous earth a try. Dichotomous earth works best as a light dusting as it will cling to the bug's exoskeleton and dehydrate them. If it's clumped on it tends not to stick to the bug and thus won't be effective. You can buy large bags of it for fairly cheap online. For borax you'll want to get into every crevice possible because you'll need the insects to ingest it for it to kill them (again, please exercise basic caution when using borax, as it's bad for people and pets to ingest as well). Borax is usually found in the same aisle as laundry detergents in stores.

Regardless of which method you use, I also do recommend taking the mount outside and using a high velocity dryer/strong blow dryer on a low setting/shop vacuum to blow off the mount going through the fur in case there's any bugs in it currently that can be removed. Brushing can also achieve this.

If all of these options still don't sound realistic for you, unfortunately I don't know any other solutions. Keep your mount away from other mounts the bugs may spread to, and monitor it. If left unchecked bugs will happily eat at a mount, leading to chucks of fur coming out and buildups of frass in and around the mount. This ultimately will ruin the mount to the point where you likely will not want to keep it, or may not wish to keep it due to the infestation risk it poises to your home. Like, if you have a larder beetle problem they don't stop at taxidermy mounts, they also eat furniture. (Note: larder beetles are in the same family as carpet beetles and dermestid beetles, all with similar issues in the home.) Clothes moths, as the name suggests, eat clothes. Cockroaches even eat taxidermy mounts, and incidentally they're also a massive home pest. Without treatment it's a ticking time bomb that could result in an infestation throughout your home. Throwing away a taxidermy mount isn't an appealing option to anyone, but it could ultimately be your best option if you're unable to do anything else to get the bugs out of your mount.

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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I love the feels just like I'm falling in love for the first time AU and I'm curious how/if Read fits into it at any point? Does she still end up moving in next to izzy? And does she have a relationship with Pete as well as Lucius?

(you know I wanna talk about my girl!)

Lucius' phone rang at far too early in the morning, he made a disgruntled noise. No one said anything. Because he was alone, right. Shit. He sat up groggily. Pete was already doing the groceries and Izzy was likely at the gym. Lucius, how had rolled in the door at 2AM last night, had not yet had enough sleep to talk like a human.

Then he saw Izzy’s name and groaned, hitting the talk button,

“Too early,” he informed him.

“The kid I use for errand work got roughed up last night,” Izzy talked right over him. “I’m taking her to the ER.”

“Shit,” that would wake a man up. “How bad?”

“Not sure. Jim is going to tell Pete, just not sure when I’ll be home.”

Lucius checked the time, “Which hospital?”

“Our old favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there. Bring you lunch. Think she can eat something?”

“You should sleep.”

“Yeah well, that ship has sailed.”

“Might as well bring her something. If she can’t eat, she can’t eat.”

“You got it.”

Lucius called Pete anyway.

“Hey sweetie,” Pete chimed. “Heard about that poor kid?”

“No details. I’m going to head over there in a bit, bring Iz and her something to eat. You know how long the wait there can be.”

“Oh good idea. I was thinking if she needs a place to crash, I can set up the fold out in Izzy’s office.”

“Izzy thought she had a place though.”

“Dunno. I’ve only seen her once, but I think if she’s got somewhere, it’s not a good place to heal alone.”

“Oh,” Lucius frowned and got out of bed. “Didn’t realize it was like that. Then yeah, set up the bed when you get back. Sheets are in the closet.”

“Yep, got it. You want more cantaloupe while I’m here? Looks like it’s on sale.”

“Yes, thanks.”

Lucius didn’t rush. They’d probably be at the E.R. for hours. Instead, he showered and changed, gathered together a few things including lunch, then headed out. He knew the way all too well.

It wasn’t hard to spot Izzy, his ramrod posture unmistakable. He was sitting talking quietly to the woman beside him. She was tall and very blond, her shaggy hair hiding most of her face. Her arms were crossed tight and there was a rusty bloody stain coming through the left side of her hoodie. Lucius had no idea how old she actually was, but just then she looked about twelve, eyes wide and focused on Izzy. Izzy, who clocked Lucius immediately,

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Heya,” Lucius covered the last few feet.

“Read, this is my husband, Lucius. Luc, this is Read.”

“Love making new friends in the emergency room,” Lucius handed her a cold bottle of water from the bag. She took it with a question in her eyes. “You will get thirsty here, it’s like a rule. Especially with blood loss.”

“He’s not wrong,” Izzy nodded. “You gonna hang?”

“Yeah,” Lucius took the seat next to Izzy’s. “Figured you’ll need stretch breaks or whatever.”

“You guys do this a lot?” Read asked. Her voice is a pleasant contralto.

“Izzy likes to experiment with dying sometimes,” Lucius said lightly. “He needs hobbies.”

“Anaphylactic shock is not my hobby,” Izzy rolled his eyes. “I’ve got food allergies and he’s being a fucking drama queen.”

“You watch you go through that someday and we’ll decide who the drama queen is,” Lucius sniffed. “Anyway, you go around the carousel a time or two and you learn. I’m guessing you’re not dying if you’re still out here.”

“I don’t need to be here,” she said stiffly.

“You definitely do. Izzy would stitch you up if he thought he could get away with it,” Lucius waved that away. “Right?”

“Don’t know if she’ll need stitches, but she needs a tetanus shot,” Izzy shrugged. “Those I don’t keep around.”

“Why a tetanus shot?”

“Guy got me with a piece of metal he picked off the floor,” Read grumbled. “I had him down too.”

“Uh huh,” Lucius gave her a long look over, things starting to fall into place here. “What were you fighting over?”

“That I didn’t want him to fucking touch me,” Read said calmly.

“And you won?” he double-checked, heart rate picking up.

“Yeah, I kicked his ass.”

“Good,” Lucius nodded, Izzy had no reaction which meant he’d already known that. “So you help Iz with cases?”

“Sometimes,” she hunched over a little more. Pain or hiding? Or both? “Mostly act like a dirtbag teen so I can eavesdrop.”

“Are you a dirtbag teen?” He asked suspiciously.

“She’s 21,” Izzy rolled his shoulders back. “Two weeks ago. So barely not.”

“Not barely.” she contradicted. “I’m grown.”

“Sure,” Izzy glanced at Lucius, who did his best to keep his face neutral. “You have anything to do?”

“I’ve got your e-reader, my tablet, and I brought a few choices for you, Read. Crossword, sudoku or ....I don’t actually know what book this is, I think I grabbed something off your shelf, Iz.”

“Huh,” Izzy plucked it up. “Yeah, it’s a decent one. You want the mystery or the puzzles?”

“The mystery,” she said quietly and huddled around the book as the hospital flowed around them.

It took them three hours, but they came out the other side with antibiotics, five stitches and tetanus shot for Read and a mild headache for Lucius.

Read had born up stoically, occasionally flashing a killer smile when a nurse or doctor asked her thing she didn't want to answer. It was only when needle went to skin that she'd hissed a breath, eyes watering. Lucius had picked up her hand and held on tight as she held back. So. There was that.

“I can handle myself,” Read kept insisting, even as Izzy herded her into the car and Lucius kept extolling the virtues of not dying alone because you were too stubborn to accept help.

Pete had dinner waiting when they walked in which coupled with the outstanding view out the windows seemed to fully convince Read over to their side.

“Is that chicken noodle soup?” She asked, with a little too much awe for a single steaming bowl.

“Yeah,” Pete smiled softly at her, clearly already charmed. “Iz’s recipe, but I made it so...fifty-fifty on quality.”

“Smells right,” Izzy assured him, trailing a hand along his back as he headed for the bathroom. Probably to shower the hospital smell off. Actually a great idea. Lucius followed him, crowding into the shower with him. Pete would set Read at ease. He was excellent at that.

It worked, at least a little. Read stayed the night at least. She locked the door behind her with a loud, definitive click that made Lucius’ chest hurt.

“We’re keeping her, right?” He checked.

“She’s not a pet,” Izzy growled, but his eyes were on the door.

“She’s a scared kid, without anybody,” Pete fingertips grazed the back of Izzy's neck, slowly and soothing. “We’ll take care of her as long as she lets us.”

And look, Izzy never sold his old place. He meant to, but it was rigged up just right, a decent safe house and only a few blocks away. Close enough to keep an eye on the kid at least. And hey, he had two extra sets of eyes. Pete would take her out for lunch on her days off. Lucius got her into the Revenge’s orbit. Three if you counted Jim, who took an interest in her. Four if you count Eddy and it was hard not to count her, frankly.

Of course, Read meets a woman with bright red hair and trouble on her mind, but you know that story already.

#leda house and the kraken verse #feels just like i'm falling for the first time

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cannabiscomrade · 7 months

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In your non-professional but disabled opinion, would it be worth getting a medic alert bracelet just for pots and asthma (suspected by myself and my doc but not officially diagnosed gastroparesis and mcas as well but i wouldnt want to put those on if I wound up not having them). I ask bc I rarely experience syncope with my pots and only recently got dx w asthma (as in i went this long w no treatment, so the chances of needing emergency care related to it are unlikely, right?) My other question would be if I WERE to get one for those conditions, would it be pertinent to add a non anaphylactic intolerance and or the fact that I can't use nsaids? I feel like theyre not going to try and force ibuprofen or gluten down my throat... idk. Are these dangerous assumptions I'm making?

Second ask ID: Anonymous said: Medic alert anon- do emt's actually check for them? I've heard some do, and some don't so also wondering if it's worth it on that front tysm for your input!! /end ID

I definitely think it’s worth it for the POTS and asthma, they can still flare severely and suddenly, even without prior severe flares. The rare case of syncope is often the most dangerous because you’re not as prepared.

With asthma, there are certain medications they absolutely cannot give you because they can send you into respiratory distress or failure. When I was in labor, they couldn’t give me a certain opiate so they gave me a substitute.

With POTS, it’s important to know that you have the risk of going tachycardic under stress. Also for me with hyperPOTS, I recently found out that lidocaine injections make my HR skyrocket due to the epinephrine, which scared my IR doctors because my HR went to 130 while on fentanyl, versed, and Benadryl while laying down so. I can only imagine what it would do in a non-sedative setting.

I’d say hold off on anything you’re not officially diagnosed with, but those would be good to add when officially diagnosed, especially MCAS.

DEFINITELY put the NSAID thing on there. There are a lot of NSAIDS they use in the emergency setting for inflammation. I don’t think that the non-anaphylactic intolerance would hurt if you have room.

As a lifeguard, I was trained to check for bracelets, and when I’ve had EMTs come to work during a flare they checked my bracelet and my medical ID on my phone. But in other instances like critical care (thinking CPR and defibrillator) it may not be the first priority. It also depends on how many responders there are and if they’re doing rotating care. I think it’s definitely worth having it though because at the hospital, medical personnel will check them 100%. They’re looking for your wallet and anything on you to try and ID you and get access to medical information.

#disability tag

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telekinetic-issue · 11 months

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I get that cancer narratives in visual media are compelling because a lot of people don’t know more specifics than “it’s deadly” unless they’re a patient themselves or they’ve been a caregiver to a direct family member undergoing treatment. It’s not like the movies show it at all.

There are times I go days without showering because I have the energy to either feed myself or wash myself, and I choose the one that keeps me alive. When you lose your hair you lose everything—eyebrows, eyelashes, all your body hair, all of it. Your skin dries out and your lips crack and bleed. It doesn’t look anything like those gracefully skinny actresses with perfect makeup and bald caps. It looks and feels like death warmed over. Certain types make your skin look like it’s rotting off your body in places. It’s gross and wet and painful.

Sometimes you’re in such severe pain medication doesn’t even touch it. Your immune system is in shambles so you’re more susceptible to any kind of infection. MRSA is a threat and deadly. I still have scars from it. Blood infections are a risk every single time you get a cut or scrape or pull a hangnail or get blood drawn/an IV placed/port accessed. You want to live your life but you’re aware that one wrong move could have severe lasting consequences.

You don’t want to eat but you have to. Expect to throw up. Expect to shit yourself at least once, or get so constipated you’re taking anything and everything to relieve it because it feels like your gut is going to explode. You spend a lot of time in pain on the toilet. Your guts and your ass will never be the same. If you end up with bad enough nausea/vomiting you get mouth sores and your mouth bleeds and if you swallow enough blood you end up throwing that up too. Eating hurts. Drinking water hurts. If you don’t drink and eat, everything gets worse. Your body is trying desperately to outlast the poison pumped into you to try to kill the cancer but it’s killing you, too.

Radiation leaves your skin changed. I still have a stripe of darker skin down my spine and I probably will for a long time, if not forever. My body looks wrong in the mirror, like something sucked the vitality out of me and replaced it with flour. Did you know if you lose 10% of your initial body weight they have to recalculate your chemotherapy dose? Did you know that certain chemotherapies have a higher risk of anaphylactic reaction the longer you’re on them?

And this isn’t the pity Olympics either. It’s just reality for a lot of people. You honestly can’t do anything except take it one day at a time and hope to whatever you believe in that your next scan doesn’t show anything new or worse. If you make friends among other patients you also know that there’s a chance you’ll outlive them. It doesn’t matter if their cancer is different than yours, or how long they’ve been diagnosed or what stage their diagnosis is. If they die, you’ll feel that survivor’s guilt no matter what. You’ll also never forget them.

Cancer isn’t a war a patient fights. The battle is between your oncologist with treatment on their side and the cancer. You’re just the battleground for that fight and you’re forever changed by it.

And all of that is what the movies won’t show you.

#tele talks #tele’s cancer log #ok to reblog #there’s so much more but like #how to even begin. it’s impossible to explain almost #this is not proofread btw just stream of consciousness

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ladyinrainbowglasses · 1 year

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Poverty with Training Wheels

Or: How I Learned to Stop Trying and Just Accept Financial Abuse The relevant facts before I start ranting: - My father was born into and grew up on the poverty line. His father was a property manager in a tenement - they got free rent for labor and my dad began working when he was 5. He is very intelligent (don’t want to deny the good that did him) and also pretty dang lucky (he survived his childhood for one, but he also got lucky in the stock market and actually had a decent lucky streak as a gambler). He currently owns 4 houses and about 60 various acres of land. His own house is a five bedroom, three bath neo-Colonial in Northern Virginia that just underwent extensive remodeling (it’s hideous, which I will rant about at some other point). - I am disabled and have been to some extent my whole life. It got much, much worse in my teens and twenties, and when I graduated with my Bachelors in 2010, I was only really semi-functional. My list of diagnosed or waiting-on-official diagnosis disabilities are: paroxysmal dyskinesia, PCOS, adenomyosis, migraines, Mast Cell Activation Syndrome, multiple anaphylactic allergies, c-PTSD and original flavor, gallstones (removed), propensity to kidney stones, severe tonsillitis (removed after 8 months, causing permanent ear damage), ADHD, plantar fasciitis, tendonitis of the hands, bronchial scarring from whooping cough, IBS, sleep apnea, anxiety, depression, and obesity. When can you start calling it financial abuse? I grew up with wealthy parents who are also both stingy and poverty-informed. My mother passed when I was 5 and, from what I have gathered, she was as frugal as you’d expect an English teacher climbing towards a doctorate married to a bright young airman climbing the ranks to be. I have never been given an indication that she was “weird” about money, but I logically have no way of knowing. My father’s backstory has been given. My stepmother grew up incredibly rich (the daughter of an ambassador) and then lost everything. She survived poverty and abuse as a young adult and became deeply weird about money. I grew up in a big house on 2 acres of land in the Blue Ridge Mountains, about an hour from Washington, D.C. My dad worked for Air Force Communications and Intelligence. My sister and I attended private school, complete with uniforms. Dad always insisted we buy our uniforms second-hand, because of how expensive they were. At the same time, we had live-in nannies for most of my childhood. These were not professional caretakers of children - they were young women who applied for the position because it included room and board, so I imagine that was done on the cheap. My sister took horseback riding lessons, but I never got to, because Dad decided it was too expensive and too big a hassle a bit before he remarried. My family has never owned fewer than four cars at a time. As a kid, I did not realize we were wealthy, because my dad has gone between frugal, stingy, and spendthrift my entire life. In his frugal stages, we would do things like go dumpster-diving behind Costco, going to the dump and asking for stuff that looked useful, and stocking up on frozen goods, so that the primary meal I remember from ages 6-10 is TV dinners. In stingier cycles, Dad would tell us off for anything that “wasted” money. Like getting a hole in your uniform skirt (Don’t you know how expensive these are!? You can wear that until you outgrow it and if you don’t want it to have holes, don’t put holes in it.) My sister’s horse riding lessons. I got to play violin and flute, but during stingy cycles, Dad would call me out for not practicing enough, when he was “paying so much” to rent these instruments for me. My dad is also a hoarder, so his spendthrift cycles usually involve buying absolutely whacking amounts of movies in whatever format is popular, books, and power tools that he has no use for. My father’s DVD and Blu-Ray collection is somewhere in the range of 5,000+ and his book collection is at least 12,000 volumes. The foundations of the house were literally starting to crumble because of the weight of the books he was storing throughout the house. He threw away around 2,000 books from our basement that had become water-damaged. My dad, who is 82, has emphysema and a heart murmur post-heart attack, owns a top-of-the-line truck, two tractors that never work, a riding mower, and dozens of expensive power tools. During renovations, roughly $10,000 worth of those power tools were destroyed because of improper storage, so Dad bought replacements for a bunch of them. The renovations included the construction of a three-car garage, the installation of a backup generator, the complete remodeling of the previous garage into a library with built-in bookshelves and the installation of a new half bath with shower, the painting of every one of the 15 rooms and two hallways (all the same shade of mental hospital grey), the installation of track lighting in every room in the house, the conversion of the old, rotting screen porch to a sun room (complete with working sink and three permanent islands), the tearing down of the wooden deck and its replacement with concrete stairs and a concrete patio, the cutting of two skylights, the sealing of the old attic, and the creation of a mudroom in place of our former front porch. I currently work in windows and he said he is very, very interested in the 47% employee discount for replacing the 19 windows originally installed at the building in the 70′s. Part of the roof blew off at the townhouse that he owns that I live in. Our home insurance gave him $17k towards fixing it. I saw the original quotes, which were between $8-$9k (the original emails also included him straight up saying he was an elderly disabled veteran and asking if they had any discounts for any of that). He said with the material the HOA is demanding we use the price has gone up to $13k. As I work in windows and the windows at my house are garbage that drastically raise my energy bills, I told him I wanted to use whatever was left over in replacing windows. He instantly snapped, “I’m not MADE of money! I’ve got my own expenses, kiddo.” As if he hadn’t told me he had been making plans for replacing all of his own windows with his own money three days before. He also started insisting that I try to finagle a raise at work and told me not to tell my stepmother about my planned heritage trip to Norway, because she will then insist that I give all of the money I am saving for it to them. He already agreed to a scheme that I proposed somewhat tongue-in-cheek that now that I have a steady job, he garnish 30% of every paycheck I receive to pay back rent and loaned money back. For Christmas, he and my stepmother gave me $150. My boyfriend’s grandma, who I have only met twice, gave me $75, in contrast. Ever since I was 15, I have been living in poverty with training wheels. My parents are wealthy. They are not going to let me starve to death (though they will and do encourage me to go on SNAP whenever I am struggling, on the basis that they already paid for it through taxes). They let me live, mostly rent-free, in a decent townhouse in a nice city, though I must have at least one paying roommate. I pay all utilities. I have a Costco credit card and my dad pays for my cell phone, my car insurance, and the HOA fees. I hear a lot about it. Not every time I go home, but the majority of the time I go home, my dad or my stepmother lectures me about money. They insist that I work harder and keep my nose to the grindstone. One of them bemoans how hard they had it in their youth. They both tell me they are struggling financially. My stepmother, who was the head counter worker of Elizabeth Arden at a Macy’s near D.C., and who is now head counter worker at Lancome at the same Macy’s. My father, retired Colonel, with investment portfolios, a pension, Social Security, and three rental properties. Me, who has never made more than $20 per hour and was hired for my first full-time job ever at age 35. The most I have ever made in a year was $19k, and that was having a 15 hour a week early AM gig, a 35 hour a week online teaching aid job, proofreading, and pet-sitting. I currently make $16.50 per hour, despite having a master’s degree and having worked since I was 15. Starting when I got my first part-time job at age 15, the “This is your responsibility to pay for” has expanded, starting with, “You can buy your own clothes now”, in addition to the house chores I already did (including taking over the cooking almost entirely at age 16, because my stepmother started making food I couldn’t eat deliberately or started making too little food for me to eat). I have a fair amount of clothes from high school still, because I wasn’t going to mess up what I had worked hard to get. It really started ramping up when I went to college. I got a scholarship and applied for grants, but most of the money was supposed to come out of a college fund my parents had set up, and that Dad apparently put an inheritance from our grandma into our college funds. Dad complained throughout college that me living in an apartment instead of the dorm was so expensive and that he needed me to forgo pretty much every extraneous activity that would cost money. I was expected to keep working. This wouldn’t be too unreasonable, except I had begun having mystery seizures (later diagnosed as paroxysmal dyskinesia, apparently comorbid with tardive dyskinesia caused by my anti-depressants). I would go to work, have a dystonic episode, then go to class and have a dystonic episode. I also caught whooping cough. I ran up about $12,000 in medical debt. I successfully was able to appeal for financial aid to get rid of most of it, but I still had plenty left over. I also ate out on credit way more than I should have immediately after graduation, but I was struggling with bulimia made worse by a traumatic breakup with an abusive partner. My parents tried to insist that I move back in with them after college, so that I could cook for them, watch their dog and cats whenever needed, and do whatever else they wanted while I tried to find a job. I pointed out that my stepmother and I would do each other grievous harm. Dad agreed to let me live in the townhouse he had bought for my stepbrother and sister-in-law, since they had moved. The expectation remained that I would come up at least once a month and every holiday to cook and clean, come up whenever I was needed to animal sit (to the point that when the whole family went to Galaxy’s Edge, I, the biggest Star Wars nerd in the family, was left home to dog-sit because I couldn’t possibly afford the tickets and they didn’t want to pay someone else to come do it. Dad slipped me a hundred and told me to keep it quiet), and to do all of the holiday present shopping for every person in the family, as well as wrapping those presents, setting up the tree and doing the decorating myself. About 1/2 of the time, I am expected to do the shopping for holiday meals as well. My stepmother still requires me to pick presents for Dad’s birthday and Christmas, because she has no idea what he would like. This has been the state of affairs for the last 11 years. I have a house, which I must share. When I came to Dad in my mid-20′s, crying about how rotten my roommates were, he basically told me to suck it up as long as they paid rent. At one point, there were five adults living in a three-bedroom townhouse with a very small kitchen. One was an addict who was not ready to start working on recovery and another was a legit dealer who had started dating the roommate I had actually approved, so she moved him in and he immediately started fooling around with the addict, who was my adopted cousin’s fiance. I approved two people moving in, both brought plus-ones. When I finally got them out, my chosen brother moved in. He is a lovely man in many ways, but he is also disgusting. His depression and executive dysfunction make living with him a nightmare, because he rarely cleans and often does not clean himself. But he paid the rent, so he stayed, turning my house into garbage. Another roommate also contributed to this - neither young man contributed a fair share to the chores. I was a substitute teacher at the time, but I only made $65-$70 a day for doing that, and I was still having dystonic attacks all over the place. Dad would listen to me crying about how miserable it was living with these men who were basically fine living like animals and forcing me to clean up after them (on coming back from dog-sitting, I was greeted with mold in the sink and the catboxes). He never even suggested I look for new roommates, because these guys were paying. In 2015, I was assaulted in a hate crime. I am allergic to lavender and I was doing my student teaching in a high school. One student decided to spray me with lavender perfume on three separate occasions. I went into a prolonged hyperimmune response and had to stop working outside the house, because I kept going into anaphylactic shock in public. I started wearing filter masks in early 2016, so that I could go grocery shopping without risking anaphylaxis. I was never offered help with my mounting medical bills. I was told to go on SNAP and pressured to apply for SSDI. I was rejected from SSDI four times. Around when I was 30, my dad finally released my college fund/inheritance from Grandma to me. This was after my second third-hand car had finally died of old age, and after he withdrew $24k from this fund to buy myself a fairly new car. I was only partially consulted on this. After this stock portfolio was released to me, Dad immediately started telling me I couldn’t take money out of it, because I should defer to him in financial planning. Until I was 35, I humbly asked permission before I took any of my own money out of the fund that was set up for me. After all, Dad said it was for me in my old age. I successfully argued to him that I needed to make it to old age first, but he insisted that I only take out drips and drabbles, lest I make my taxes more complicated. He insists on doing my taxes - I know there are a bunch of documents labeled as being “portfolio” or “inheritance”, but I am not supposed to look at any of them. I suspect that he doesn’t have me involved in my taxes in part to hide how much wealth I technically own that he doesn’t think I deserve to have yet. The last time I mentioned my stock portfolio being an inheritance from Mom and that I didn’t think she would mind if I took a bit out to finance a life-changing trip and to have fun. He shot back, “Your mom and *I* put that money aside for you”, with a palpable hint that I should give him the money I am planning to spend. I am already discouraged from talking about my trip with my stepmother, because she will insist that I not go and instead give all the money to them, to pay them back for the rent and groceries that kept me above-ground until now. I don’t deny that I do owe them money. I don’t think it’s financially abusive to expect money loaned to be paid back. But I do think it is financially abusive to know for certain that your adult child is living in poverty through no fault of their own and to keep throwing just enough of a lifeline to keep them off the streets. All of the complaining about every nickel and dime is financially abusive. Garnishing your own child’s wages is financially abusive. Denying me the money that insurance paid out to fix the house that I will own when my father passes is financially abusive. Doing that a mere five days after talking excitedly about how great it will be to utilize my excellent employee discount to replace his own windows out of pocket is financially abusive and weird. The title sums up what this feels like. Every time the actual poverty I am in ever-present threat of experiencing happens, my parents give me a boost. They then lord it over me, bemoan their own impoverished state, and insist that I just work smarter in my broken body and I will have enough money to give them. In fairness to them, I probably owe them about $75k in unpaid rent, gas for my car, and groceries. In fairness to me, they are rich. I am supposed to inherit a lot. Dad seems to have become obsessed with how much money he will leave behind. Instead of trying to acclimate me to the wealth that we all know is coming, my parents have chosen to let me live the knife-edge of poverty experience, all while telling me about how close they are to cutting me off entirely. My father has access to my bank account and my investment portfolio and can look at them any time he pleases, while I certainly can’t get a look at his finances, let alone his will. I know this is long and rambly, but it needed to be got out.

#financial abuse #parental abuse #Boomer money weirdness #living on the edge #almost poverty #poverty with training wheels

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rosenallies · 2 years

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for the phone sex au prompt i meant 15 for the last one or the scenarios! im so sorry omg 😭😭

Don’t be sorry angel!! I just wanted to be sure I did the right one 🥰 thank you for sending this in!

15. Your lover made a small/big mistake and they can’t get it out of their head. To everyone else, it was just a small mishap, so you spend a few minutes/an hour/the rest of the night holding and comforting them.

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“Hey,” Rosé soothed, wiping the tears that began to fall down Denali’s cheeks with her thumbs, as gentle as she could manage. “I’m not upset with you.”

Denali’s lip wobbled, looking at the mess in front of them, the dinner she’d spent hours preparing for Rosé splattered on the floor only a foot away from the table, so close to being enjoyed. “But dinner- it’s ruined,” she managed, voice quiet afraid if she spoke any louder the dam would break.

“Baby, it’s okay. Why don’t we go sit for a minute? I can tell you’re upset and I don’t want you to overwhelm yourself, okay?”

Rosé led Denali to the couch, a gentle hand at the small of her back leading her along. She sat down first, guiding Denali to her lap.

“I’m so sorry, Rosie, I didn’t mean to-“

Taking her chin between her thumb and forefinger, Rosé turned her face upward so she could look her in the eye. “Darling, listen to me, I am not upset with you. I’m so grateful that you tried. Mistakes happen and I understand you’re upset, I don’t want to take that away from you, but I’m not upset at all, honey. In fact, I’m so proud of you.”

Denali wiped at her eyes. “But I just wanted to do something nice for you since you haven’t been feeling well lately. I just wanted to make you feel better and you always say a good home cooked meal can cure anything.”

Rosé chuckled, kissing Denali’s forehead. “I did say that, but do you know what’s the best cure of all?”

“What is it?”

“Being loved and cared for by someone like you.”

Rosé’s smile was gentle and sincere, pulling a little giggle from Denali.

“That’s so cheesy, Rosie,” she paused, looking down and picking at her thumbnail for a moment before Rosé took her hand, “do you really mean it though?”

“Of course I do, honey, you make me feel better everyday that I see you, and even on those rare days where I don’t.”

Denali tucked herself close to Rosé resting her head in the crook of her shoulder. “Thank you, Rosie. You always make me feel better too.”

Rosé hummed. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart, I love you.”

Sighing into her embrace, Denali whispered against her neck. “I love you too.”

They stayed there for a moment, wrapped up in each other before Denali giggled. “You know I only wish I didn’t have to go to three grocery stores and a farmer’s market to find those fancy mushrooms for the dish though. Now that just feels like a waste of time.”

Rosé shifted to look back at her, puzzled. “Mushrooms?”

“Yeah, those fancy ones? I don’t remember what they’re called but the recipe called for them for the sauce.”

“Baby,” Rosé laughed, “did you forget I’m deathly allergic to mushrooms? I couldn’t have eaten it anyway.”

Denali’s eyes went wide, realization setting in. “Oh my god, I forgot. I totally forgot, Rosie! I could’ve killed you,” She exclaimed in disbelief.

Rosé cracked up, head thrown back in laughter like a little kid. “It looks like you dropping the pan was a blessing in disguise.”

Laughing alongside her until her stomach hurt, Denali felt much better about her mistake, glad it happened rather than letting Rosé go into anaphylactic shock.

“Even though we have a mess to clean up now, I’m glad I didn’t kill you,” Denali said once they caught their breath from laughter.

“Yeah, speaking of the mess, we better get to it before Donut does.”

Denali stood from Rosé’s lap. “Oh shit, I forgot about Donut too, I’ll get the mop.”

She gathered the mop and the floor cleaner from the closet, only to come back to find Rosé in the kitchen, standing there watching Donut excitedly lap up the mess on the floor.

Rosé chuckled. “Looks like we were a bit too late, babe.”

#prompt request #phone sex au

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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America & Archie

America: [Absolutely spamming you to death with pre-drinks at the park vids and pics content because she’s supposed to be there and isn’t so it’s like 1. Where the heck are you 2. Look what you’re missing because we don’t know she’s getting railed by her new bae rn]

America: 👋❓🌳👀❕🍀❌🌼🌿❔

America: [that message interspersed between all the said content like hello?? Hahaha]

America: [then probably all the missed calls ever to be annoying when she arrives at the clerb and you’re still getting ready after your bae went to work and left you to]

America: ❗️❕💤❓❔📴

America: 🎶 Bitch 🥳 where are you? 🍻🥂 what.the.fuck 🎇🎆

Archie: I’m still 💅💄👗👠 gotta go all out

Archie: is hot for teacher there yet or what

America: nope, he’s keeping me waiting too

America: going all out with his posh 🥼 hopefully 🙃

Archie: the one without the pit stains, like

Archie: will you even recognise him out of the classroom

America: not for long, he’ll be 🥵 as soon as he recognises me

Archie: you have ripped your top, I saw that in the fucking spam

America: Yeah, I know, after I went to the trouble of going [somewhere more extra than we normally shop] to steal it 😐

Archie: no loss then, unless they’ve banned you ❌🚫

Archie: my hair is fucked, you won’t be alone in looking a mess at this rate

America: did you go home & dye it 💿?

America: I have to see you looking like a shite sci-fi 🤖 before you go in with the bleach to fix the fuck up

Archie: Nah, that’s not what I’ve been doing 🙃

America: I’m guessing 🤴🌟✨ responded to your double tap

Archie: why did you reckon I left school, he did more than that

America: at least you know he’s not all talk

America: be a serious waste of 💪🍆🍑

Archie: don’t you wanna hear all the details

America: you wanna tell & there’s nobody else you can, I’ve got the luxury of not having to beg

Archie: I could tell anyone, he wouldn’t be very pleased about it though, so I won’t

Archie: you’re going to be so glad Sean dumped you if [this man] is anything like Casey 😍

America: Sean didn’t dump me, I’m this close to dumping him

Archie: details, you’re not going to care either way

Archie: it was miles away from anything Sean or any other lad has given you

America: he’s had about a decade more practice, embarrassing if he doesn’t fuck like it

Archie: He does, I haven’t recovered

Archie: is he there yet

America: you’ve never had to before [the lads Archie did things with before] didn’t give you anything to compare him to ❌💫🚫

America: if he was I wouldn’t be talking to you

Archie: I know good when I feel it, babe

Archie: erm, what, I meant Casey, you better not go anywhere near him

America: of course he’s here

Archie: What’s he look like

America: [a picture of him because the fucks we don’t give about being sneaky]

Archie: He looks annoyed, what are you doing and did you invite [the girl we like the least]

America: he looks annoyed because some girl asked him to make [some cocktail we feel cool for knowing] without knowing what’s in it & she’s acting like it’s his fault she can’t drink it

Archie: Embarrassing

Archie: shame she’s not allergic and choking instead, bitch

America: omg I think it’s [someone they know through a friend of a friend of a friend so they don’t really but it’s still amusing]

Archie: Typical her 😂 I’m stepping on her heels when I get there

America: ask him if they’ve got a bag of nuts behind the bar you can borrow to send her into anaphylactic shock

Archie: Idk how I’m gonna stand just 👀 at him, I swear

America: he’ll get a break for you to do more than that

Archie: 🤞

Archie: are you messaging [teacher]

America: he’s ignoring me ✂️💖 I’m ordering a round of [whatever drink we just took the piss out of that gal for not knowing/liking] on Gaz 🎊🎉

Archie: 🥂 get me one, I’m out the door

America: I’ll let Casey know, it’ll fix his face

Archie: he misses me

America: when did he leave?

Archie: for his shift

Archie: I left school [some time in the afternoon] 🥰

America: 👌👌 you need this drink & do need details 🐄

Archie: 😏 what I was trying to tell you

Archie: if you even recognise me, I’m fucked up for real 🥴

America: so.tell.me

America: !!!!

Archie: he couldn’t wait, and he was late to work, they kept calling and calling

Archie: I lost count

America: & he was looking for you 😍💖 when I walked in, I hate you

Archie: I’d hate me too 😘

Archie: if you get with [teacher] you could hook up with him every day though, any and all frees he has

Archie: we’re going [the place they went after the clerb] when we’re done here, he’s already said

America: [tell her everything you know about that place, spot the truth from amongst her lies lol as is the standard with everything you say]

Archie: And I’m gonna hook up with him in 🧥 so be too busy to go looking for me when I disappear

America: I’ll get busy with sir, he can’t ignore me all night

Archie: He’ll be responsible for getting you home safe, that’s like his teacherly duty

America: his home’ll be wayyy safer than mine, he’ll have to take me there instead ✌️

Archie: don’t bring that up until you’re in the 🚗

Archie: like I’ll just pack my 🎒 and not my 🧳 when he invites me over, bit more subtle

America: 🤫😶

America: I don’t have a suitcase anyway

Archie: okay, Annie

America: 😂🖕

America: idc if we don’t know any redheads we’re not doing that to me

Archie: My sisters a ginger, she’ll have to bring it back

Archie: the jealousy leaping out

America: she would be, she’s at [somewhere they’d find boring with people they’d think are boring]

Archie: 🥱 your sister needs to put her out her misery it’s fucking embarrassing

Archie: though banking on them doing something lame was how I guaranteed the house to ourselves all afternoon

America: she won’t, she loves it 🙄

America: but that’s the least important thing to have happened or be happening

Archie: I’m so glad I could get Casey before Toni, or I’d have to die

America: she’d never go out with him, her max age gap has been, what, 3 years? 🥱

Archie: yeah, she has no taste anyway and I told him she was a dyke so

Archie: she can fuck off

America: half true & NO lie about her lack of taste if she’s going to be obsessed with Chi of all people

Archie: I’m not letting anyone get between us, he’s so fucking good

America: I think he feels it too

America: [a recording of some girl trying to flirt with him and he’s taking the piss but doing it in such a way she doesn’t realise]

Archie: 😍😍😍

Archie: I’m actually gonna die, can’t run in my stupid heels

America: he’ll appreciate them though, you’re sooooo much shorter than him without

Archie: he picked me up and I felt like a baby

America: I HATE you

Archie: No you don’t, you’re being so helpful keeping an eye on him for me

Archie: I won’t ditch you all night and I’ll totally wingwoman when [teach] gets there, I swear 😘

America: I don’t think he’s coming

America: what.if.he.doesn’t.show.up

Archie: Look around you, EVERY guy there is a step up

Archie: 18 and up, WAY taller than Sean

America: he used to pick me up 😢

Archie: He’s immature, you’ve grown out of him already, it was inevitable

America: I know but it’s unfair it had to be this inevitable this soon

Archie: 💔

America: 🥃🍸🍹= 💖🩹

America: hurry up or I’m drinking yours

Archie: I’m at the door, bitch

Archie: come meet me so I don’t have to walk in alone 😰

America: [do because you’re a better friend than this gal deserves lol]

Archie: [we’re a thousand percent here working up to do a big entrance for our mans like ahh]

America: [your bff would be hyping you up but we’ll also be nice and say he does spot you despite how busy it is and make an immediate beeline for you to give you your 1st drink as promised, meaning America can have yours cos she’s gonna need it sis]

Archie: [taking our moment to give you a LOOK before you gotta go again, boy, least you’ll both be in the mood to dance, for different reasons]

America: [it validates that you weren’t bullshitting hun if any part of America thought you were, we’ll let you have it, go dance gals after she’s been like OMG at you with her facial expression, I like to think while you are she’s asking you graphic af questions about this hookup/hookups cos no shame & you gotta shout to be heard so there’s much hilarious misunderstandings and also peeps getting more than they bargained for when they’re in hearing distance haha]

Archie: [we know you’re going to tell her everything ‘cos you want to talk and think about it forever so excuse us people, even if we keep getting distracted by looking at/messaging him when we can]

America: [at least you can go to the bathroom and sit in a stall together if it gets annoying that you can’t hear each other/she gets annoyed you keep getting derailed from the deets and you’ll annoy people who are clearly waiting to piss in the massive queue there undoubtedly is because you are those bitches and that’s always fun, just making you say it all again from the top in case we’ve missed anything lol]

Archie: [totally, excuse us the gals who just wanna piss lmao, we’ve gotta be the most about this boy, also taking her phone at some point to ramp up what’s said to this teacher on the fake account because we have to and lbr we’re frustrated here lol]

America: [it makes perfect sense she’d give her phone over rn cos we think the teacher ain’t coming and we have all the feels about that and we don’t wanna start messaging Sean either because of all the feels we have there including the added ones of now being frustrated and gutted that’s not our sex life hehe, and from a technical standpoint for us it means she’ll have it to upload the cheating and she’ll have to give it back to us next day when we have the gap she’s not seeing her man and we want teacher thirst trap to kick off before monday LOL, because as we discussed in a previous convo this gal do be running out to go to Sean’s house, phone be damned]

Archie: [it all adds up, we’d probably gaslight that she told us to/uploaded it herself after, even if we filmed it like yeah you asked me to ‘cos you were in the mood, such a cow haha but we can skip to that bit if you like?]

America: [we gotta cos she’s not gonna have a phone until you return it and I doubt your mum, sister or Gary are gonna be like yeah sure borrow mine to cuss your friend out lol and yeah we know the clerb vibes anyways]

Archie: [after being at home all of 5 minutes Sunday, being too bored and too hyped to sit still and be there so being like oh yeah, her phone and bringing it ‘round, not even checking you’re there or nah]

America: [gotta do the cliche thing they always do in TVs and shows when peeps are sad and their lives have gone to shit of her being under the covers unmoving and forlorn but not asleep regardless of whatever o’clock you appear]

Archie: [probably just got told off by her mum because we went out friday night but we were busy saturday babe, just being as unrepentant as we ever are like my bad, but couldn’t we all do with time off our phones lollol anyway, just chucking it at the lump of her on the bed like there you go honey and jumping on like out my way]

America: [just telling her to fuck off but it’s muffled by the covers so lacks the impact she was hoping for, bless her and trying to move in a way that’ll make her fall off the bed to emphasise our point you’re unwelcome rn thank you]

Archie: [nearly falling but it just makes us lol ‘you’re gonna have to try way harder than that now’ and reccounting what she’s missed from after the clerb, but not naming names ‘cos we think your mum is probably a nosier bitch than ours lmao ‘scuse us Suze ‘btw, it stinks in here’ like get out your depression pit loser]

America: [lbr Suze probably is, do get up but to get your phone and do the other cliche thing of checking your messages from Sean and finding there aren’t any and he’s just blocked you on everything, so probably fully opening the window to throw your phone out of it like bombs away as you’re a dramatic feral queen, your mum and Gary are gonna be livid they have to buy you a new one gal]

Archie: [rolling our eyes and making a UM noise ‘so glad I bothered walking all the way over here, and getting club guys number for you’ and shaking out head like we don’t understand this reaction at all]

America: [‘You shouldn’t have’ on either count like we don’t wanna see you and we don’t want that random’s number ty]

Archie: [‘weren’t how you acted at the time’ like you were VERY grateful to him in the moment honey ‘it was kinda hot’ shrugs like your loss then but raising a brow like you’re making a big mistake]

America: [just a noise of such pure frustration and anger because we’re mainly angry at ourselves for fucking it up in such a ridiculous manner as if we’re Asia or our mother, said mother probably poking her head round like wtf because she’s usually a loud silly bitch not an angry one ‘shut up’ at you both huns even though her mum hasn’t said anything yet]

Archie: [just shrugging at Suze and mouthing idk ‘I was trying to cheer her up…’ and tapering off in that should I leave? Kinda way]

America: [I fully imagine Suze shrugging back because she gives that idk idc it’s sunday and I’m hungover and knackered myself energy and leaving again because Gaz has just walked through the door and is kicking off about the smashed phone on the drive or in the garden whichever way your bedroom faces, so that would cheer her up a little bit we wouldn’t be able to help it, probably waving either his card or the cash we have left that we stole for the clerb cos not been anywhere since being like imma need and get myself a new phone rn thank you bye]

Archie: [‘you could’ve got yourself something that you actually need with that money’ and kicking at a pile of clothes on the floor ‘like a new clubbing outfit’ but getting up to put on some music or whatever and gesturing towards the direction of the bathroom ‘you need to have a wash first’]

America: [‘I’m never going clubbing again’ with the utter sincerity people use when they say they’re never drinking again when hungover and then immediately do cos she’s a teen gal, do go to the bathroom and use all the hot water to annoy Gaz even more though the poor man, let’s say you had his card or at least know his deets so you can throw that at her as you go like go off]

Archie: [‘shame’ as she’s walking out in a very spoilsport manner even though we’re already buying ourselves hoe clothes without a care]

America: [sure do hope he’s frozen his card or whatever knowing what she’s like so the payment doesn’t actually go through after you’ve got to all the effort of picking loads of stuff you like and adding it to your basket]

Archie: [my boo says that’s what you deserve bitch lmao]

America: [do beg an old phone off of someone though so you can send nudes to this teacher, tis vital]

Archie: [most people have a knackered one in a drawer somewhere, you’ll find one]

America: [but giving her a look when you get back from the bathroom like I can’t believe you’re still here and I wish you weren’t]

Archie: [‘Stop sulking, it’s really pathetic’ and throwing the card back like didn’t work hun]

America: [when you were blatantly crying in the shower so the word pathetic HITS and you’ve gotta throw the card back at her as hard and dramatic as you can and say something really cliche like ‘you ruined my life, you bitch’]

Archie: [literally looking at her like what are you talking about ‘you literally invited the teacher to bang-’ we at least said that a bit quietly, even though the parents are now preoccupied ‘-you dumped Sean, what part of that wasn’t exactly what you wanted?’ like I am confusion, America explain literally lol]

America: [‘He wasn’t gonna show up, he didn’t’ cos true but like try not to sound as sad and disappointed about it as you clearly did then despite the fact we’re apparently heartbroken over our bf here]

Archie: [‘proving my point, you were going to do worse if he did, don’t lie to me, I can always tell when you’re lying’ and nudge her, exasperated]

America: [flopping down dramatically on what I imagined to be an inflatable chair/sofa because that’ll break the tension a little bit as those things are lethal and you will start to lol]

Archie: [they literally lasted 10 seconds they were such a bad idea lol, just cackling at her and seizing the moment of levity to make a play ‘we can’t stay here all day, let’s go do something, like’]

America: [taking Archie’s phone under the guise that we have no contacts and thus need to put them in this shit phone if we’re gonna plan anything fun but also shamelessly looking at all the Casey content because we can hahahaaha]

Archie: [being all ‘don’t perv’ but we’ve also not taken the phone back lol]

America: [just repeating that we hate her because we’ve convinced ourself this is what we want, especially now, because real relationships are super hard and ours is definitely over, but the tone isn’t angry anymore it’s v much like how dare you I want this]

Archie: [happy sigh like I know ‘I love him so much’ and laying down on this bed with our feet on the wall ‘cos it’s a very comforting vibe fyi ‘I’m telling you, you need to get with a lad over 18, no younger, they don’t know that shit’]

America: [just being like ‘I’m gonna make [whatever the teacher’s first name is] love me’ as a declaration like it’s a fact ‘and you’re gonna help cos you owe me’ finally looking up from her phone which we haven’t stopped staring at this entire time ‘by using your filming skills for good instead of evil’]

Archie: [gesturing to pass her phone back like go on then]

America: [do pass it back to her but also grab whatever stash you have in here for dutch courage, once again regardless of what time it do be]

Archie: [‘should’ve called Libi for your arty angles’ but also demanding some drink ‘cos we’re not going to sit here sober and bored]

America: [pass that over too because once again you’re too kind]

Archie: [‘you should already know what he’s into’ like you’ve catfished him, it’s a headstart from where I was]

America: [that’s true, so do whatever photoshoot you’re doing that you clearly think he’s gonna be into and hope your mum doesn’t stroll in midway through, blessing in disguise though that would be because he 100% isn’t into it and we’re gonna die of 2nd hand embarrassment when that’s revealed on monday]

Archie: [and I oop, meanwhile we’re just hyping you up saying how great you look and he’s gonna love it, and maybe we really believe that I do not know lol but either way, we can skip to monday now for when this goes down?]

America: [oh lord, the absolute mortification of your mum getting called into school with you first thing, I cannot, how am I gonna start this]

America: I better make this quick in case mam takes my phone off me

America: or [whatever the head teacher is called] does

America: I’ve this sec got out of there

Archie: what’s going on???

Archie: what’s your mum doing here

America: what do you think

America: [teacher’s first name] reported me

Archie: omg, why would he do that

Archie: it’s not like it was a video or anything

America: how should I know

America: & it’s not like I can ask him

Archie: that’s so lame, you must be in deep shit now

America: yeah, if the school weren’t entirely preoccupied with 🤫😶 they’d probably have thrown me out

America: Mr Lucas being on staff for years & years definitely helped

Archie: Lucky

Archie: they’ll probably just make you do more seshs with [the counsellor] no harm really

America: & move [the teacher] to [school nearby] or [another school nearby]

Archie: the girls are gonna be livid with you

America: 🤞🌠🎲🍀 they don’t hear it’s my fault

Archie: in this school?

Archie: [so and so]’s mum is still a receptionist and the gobbiest cow ever, nothing ever keeps on the DL for long

America: 😐

America: I’d forgotten about [so and so] 🎊🎉 & their mam 🎊🎉

America: fuck it, ✨xx public enemy no 1✨ it is

Archie: least Sir can’t doxx you

Archie: just make sure Sean don’t, don’t need everyone seeing as well as

America: how.the.hell can I make sure?

America: he’s gonna HATE me when he finds out

Archie: make sure he knows you’ll show everyone his 🍆 if he even thinks about it, easy

America: except the part where my phone is in pieces, that makes things a little bit difficult

Archie: find him, you surely know his schedule by now 💖

Archie: or tell Libi to tell Bobby to tell him

America: [just not replying while you not at all casually turn up to whatever class Sean is it and probably cause a scene lol because even before he knows about this he’s so mad at you gal]

Archie: you’re welcome, like

America: [however much later after all that drama]

America: I can’t believe my mam forced me to stay when she left, what a bitch 💔🖕

Archie: you’re gonna have the shittest day

Archie: did you find Sean

America: yeah & now I’m out of here 👋

Archie: 👋 good luck

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Seemed to be Your Feline Stung by way of a Wasp Bee Snake or Crawler What for you to Do

Was your cat harm by a wasp as well as? Simply because well as what are the results in the event your pet cat gets stung simply by a snake or spider? Here's just what to find out about stings and hits in felines. Have a good wasp hurt your cat? Why don't take a good look at one particular question by a Catster guest relating to a cat being hurt by a wasp-- plus think of how to take care of a good pet cat who's been stung by a bee, snake as very well as search engine spider, too, while we're at it: A cat dressed like a might be charming-- however, a good feline obtaining stung by way of the wasp or bee is anything yet. I want to know information on cat emergency aid for long term referral. Lizzie is liquid down calico pet pet cat, and as well she is excellent now; on the other hand, only if it ought to come about when more, I ought to identify what I really should to do if most of us possess a repeat event. Yesterday the girl was resting on the terrace railing, observing the three individuals talking. My good friend seemed to be standing near her every time a wasp unexpectedly struck the dog. He swung the idea off and left the deck. Lizzie was certainly not consequently fortunate. The pissed-off wasp nailed her nearly in the eye. Bless her heart, the girl eye swelled closed instantaneously and tore severely. We all maintained a very shut look at on her typically the rest of the day time, prepared to drive like the proverbial baseball bat to often the veterinarian if needed. My partner and i know with pups I can provide Benadryl and also I fully grasp the medication dosage for canines. But we now have six felines, and We slightly remember you usually are expected to offer you the idea to cats. Is this real? If you can indicate the idea, what dosage? Kids? Or even, what can My partner and i do if the wasp or bee wounds my personal feline? We likewise give Benadryl for leather articles. What do you offer cats for snake attacks? Was your feline stung by a wasp or perhaps bee? Right here's exactly what occurs. Wasps, hornets, in addition to yellow jackets have elaborate venoms of which cause suffering and histamine kick off. Furthermore, histamine itself can be a aspect of a few bees, wasp, and yellow jacket toxins. Histamine, in instance occur to be wondering, is a particle the fact that takes place naturally in the body. As soon as released by the cells that contain it, this triggers bulging, itching, and inflammation. Histamine is what makes a good insect attack itch. Histamine is what reasons noses to run as effectively as sight to waters in situations of encuentras fever. Profound histamine let go right into the bloodstream can lead to sickness, diarrhea, abdominal tract ulcers, very low high blood pressure, anaphylaxis, and dying. Just how does a cat stung by a wasp or perhaps bee react? A good pet kitten is stung by some sort of wasp or even reacts throughout either method. Many pet cats and kittens undergo from localized pain plus swelling with the trick website, such as the wrong Lizzie established right after the wasp hurt the. This is regular, in addition to may last for some sort of a couple days. Although Lizzie has been stung on the experience, pet cats are generally damage on the foot whenever they hunt for or perhaps hint upon painful unwanted pests. Some pet cats are in particular conscious of stings. All these cats develop the particular generalized histamine launch that will result in vomiting, looseness in the bowels, collapse, anaphylactic jolt, together with dying. Treatment for just a pet cat hurt by a new wasp or. Provided that histamine plays such a good vital duty in bee, wasp, hornet, and orange coat stings, it is not uncommon that diphenhydramine (also often known as Benadryl), an antihistamine, can be used to treat them. When I manage the feline for some the sting, I carry out approximately one milligram regarding diphenhydramine by intravenous or maybe intramuscular shot. I in addition generally suggest the same dose orally. Such treatment usually results in the image resolution regarding signs and indicators within hrs. Have a tendency perform anything prohibited although coping with feline stung by some sort of wasp or bee! This a good snag for our confidential questioner when the idea includes treating a cat stung by a wasp or maybe bee. Unless your veterinarian has especially suggested diphenhydramine for you to make use of in your cat, their usage in the feline is prohibited. Furthermore, the idea is definitely unlawful for the veterinarian to deliver you for you to the pharmacy to get BenadrylGiven, if a person would have been to administer 1 milligram regarding diphenhydramine per extra single pound pet cat weight after a sting, it likely will prevent signs and signs from developing. Which will specific most likely would definitely not get caught. Still it's outlawed, so this must definitely not be done. Why is it illegitimate? There are some appropriate aspects. For instance, numerous products that may contain diphenhydramine similarly include pseudoephedrine or acetaminophen. If a man or woman have been to mistakenly carry away a real solution to your ex pet feline after the fact that, dangerous poisoning would certainly definitely establish. Even so, often the claque stems generally from an more fundamental concern: bureaucracy. For that reason, for Benadryl (or just about any drug) to be utilized legally in pet kittens and cats, the new tag, i actually. electronic., a prescription tag, need to be presented. Vets will be required by law to matter a health professional prescribed for any medication , which includes human over-the-counter items, to be utilized in felines. Imagine it or or else, many vets do not necessarily know that, and quite a few of them associated risk their very own licenses often as a good result. Treatment for a new feline stung by the snake Yet I own dished up. We have outlined the treatment intended for stings. What concerning envenomation through snakes? I was more than happy to state that snakebite is usually reasonably uncommon inside kittens and cats. In those unusual situations, rattlesnakes are more than prone to bite cats in the You. Ersus. Although completely dry insect bite are possible, felines that experience envenomation might establish irritation, tissue death, blood coagulation irregularities, and neurological malocclusions. Antihistamines such as Benadryl will not cure snake envenomation. Additionally, there is nothing that can be completed in your home intended for cats attacked by simply rattlesnakes. Treatment for rattlesnake bites consists of beneficial therapy, 4 liquids, pain medicine, and perhaps, anti-biotics. These therapies inside the take place in a vet center. Antivenom use is questionable. A person current paper advised it has the usage in pet dog. Another, released from almost the same time, discovered that antivenom did certainly not significantly influence demise yet incline canine cats to be able to a condition (called kind one hypersensitivity) the fact that appreciably enhanced mortality. The good news is, equally documents found small demise prices for canine cats and kittens affected by snakebite. Therapy for a pet kitten wounded by a good black widow crawler. Regretfully, cats and kittens attacked by black widow crawlers usually do not necessarily fare as well. These are extremely sensitive to the spider's poison. Black widows are located throughout the UNIFIED STATE (except for Alaska), and they prevail around places of human being habitation. Their bite actually leaves virtually no mark, so the idea can be hard to identify kittens and cats who have already been envenomated unless of course the seller witnesses the particular event. Black widow crawler poison is actually a neurotoxin. Benadryl has no steer affect on felines infected by way of black widows, with zero property therapies work. Symptoms connected with black widow crawler envenomation include significant suffering (with marked articulation), severe GI distress, paralysis, drooling, seizures, and astonishing. Death commonly takes place as the result of respiratory system paralysis. Treatment must transpire on some sort of vet center and even is symptomatic: pain handle, antiseizure medications, and 4 liquids are carried out there. There is an antivenom for charcoal widow spiders that are usually considered risk-free for use in pet cats, but it is certainly not typically readily available. How to avoid stings in the first position. Is this info on dealing with a family pet cat hurt by the wasp, bee, serpent, or perhaps crawler a little frightening? Avoidance is better when compared with treatment for every one of several attacks and hurts mentioned in this post. Rooms pet cats are some sort of lot less most likely to help encounter and wasps and quite a few particular not to jog into tortue. Black widows are nearly all regular outside but could spin world wide web inside below furnishings or perhaps appliances. These locations really need to be evaluated frequently for proof of often the spiders. cat lovers clothing

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Chaotic Imprint - Pack Preference

Request: “Hey hey!! Can I have a preference for the pack having a younger kinda chaotic platonic imprint? 👀”

I kinda changed it up a little bit, I didn’t make the reader younger as I always age the pack up a bit in my writing and I just wanted to keep it general.

Jacob:

Jacob and you vibe well. He has his moments where he can match your chaotic energy, but overall is always worried that you’ll end up in a ditch or something. Overall, he will always end up agreeing as long as it makes you happy, so long as you’re safe in the end. Just like that time where you asked him to cliff jump with you on his back.

“Yeah, it’s very reckless, dangerous even. But when do you wanna go?” He asks with a smile on his face.

“Uh, right now?” An ear to ear grin plasters itself across your face.

“Let’s get going, you better hold on tight.”

He’s just happy to see you happy, especially if he’s able to be the one to put the smile on your face.

Seth:

Seth is known to be the soft, nice guy-- though he’s definitely one of the most playful people you know. He’s always down to go have some fun. Like Jacob, he’s willing to do anything to put a smile on your face. At first, he was a little worried about how disorderly and random your actions and speech were, but over time he understood it more. Eventually, he just stopped questioning a lot of your ideas and just went along with them, hoping for the best.

“What if we tried to make an entirely new language… but only we get to know it?” You ask randomly at 3 in the morning, waking up Seth to do so.

“What? Right now? It’s three am, (Y/N).”

“When else? Now’s the perfect time, my mind has been racing!”

So that’s the only way you talked for the next few days, Seth was the token translator. It took you hours that night to make a language that worked for the both of you.

Leah:

She had grown to be more open to new things and had a lot more fun since you came around. Leah was always down to follow your ideas, whether that meant you randomly calling her at 3 am to go for a drive to god knows where or if you wanted to show her something new and exciting. Though, she knew where to draw the line-- she was the voice of reason that you needed.

“(Y/N), maybe you should really think about this, is it really a good idea?”

“But I don’t care if it’s a good idea, I’m curious!”

“Okay let me rephrase that-- it’s a horrible idea. I did the thinking for you, we aren’t doing it.”

“But Leah…”

“No, we are not going to see how long it takes for you to go into anaphylactic shock. I don’t care if you have your epipen with you.”

“Jared and I thought it was a fun idea.”

“Jared? Where’s Jared?” She asks, narrowing her eyes.

And just like that, she’s always what stops you from letting your really stupid ideas from coming to life, even if Jared encourages you anyway; but he usually gets his ass kicked for that.

Paul:

Paul is a lot of fun, there’s nothing to argue with there. But sometimes, he might not think your ideas are as great or fun as you think. When he knows it’s something that’ll end poorly or get you hurt, he says that he doesn’t think you guys should do it and that he won’t help you or come with.

“(Y/N), I think this might be too much. Let’s maybe do something else.”

“Alright.” You sigh, sending a text on your phone.

“Are you talking to Quil and Jared?”

“What?”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“What? You just said…”

“Nope, let’s go. We’ll do it.”

He often just wants to make sure you’re safe and that he’s there to diffuse any situation. Uncertainty doesn’t sit with him well. Also, let’s face it-- Paul doesn’t share well. He’d rather suck it up and do whatever it is with you before you go do it with Jared and Quil instead.

Embry:

Embry and you have a ton of fun. Always down for a random adventure. Random calls in the middle of the night to go out and have some fun.You spend a lot of time working on dirtbikes and taking them out for random trips. Overall, you spend a lot of your time together doing urban exploring, or as some may call it: trespassing in random abandoned buildings. You take pictures of each other doing crazy stuff, climbing onto things that definitely shouldn’t be climbed on. Due to his overall indestructibility and accelerated healing, he’s always the first one to try something to make sure it’s safe for you.

“Let’s climb onto the roof.”

“We’d have to scale the building.”

“Great thinking, how do we go about that?”

“I don’t know. Get on my back and I’ll try to figure it out.”

Quil:

Quil is absolutely thrilled that you’re on the chaotic side. He loves that you can keep up with him and that you guys could always have a lot of fun. You want to go mess with the guys? He’s down and he’s prepared to up the ante. He wants to go do something stupid? You’re down and ready to go nuts. You often go out and pull pranks on the rest of the pack. Just the other day you two decided to replace the Sunny D in Jared’s fridge with watered down kraft mac n cheese powder. Let’s just say, Jared chugged a lot before noticing, and Quil ended the day with a broken arm.

“I’m sorry you have a broken arm.”

“It’s alright, broken arms aren’t forever. They only last a day or so.”

“You really take advantage of that accelerated healing, don’t ya bud?”

“You bet. What’re we doing next?”

“Let’s get Paul.”

“I like the way you think.”

Jared:

As one would assume, your guys’ energy bounces off one another like no tomorrow. You guys are an unstoppable force. Jared and you get along so well, always down for whatever shenanigan the other has planned, down to do whatever, whenever. Sam often has to step in and make sure nobody burns the house down. It’s one of those things where often enough, the pack doesn’t trust either of you to ever get anything done without breaking something else in the process. You tried to cook dinner together the other night, almost setting the entire kitchen on fire when you couldn’t stop messing around in the kitchen, spilling oil next to the stove.

“Don’t tell Sam!” His eyes widen, cleaning up the oil and spraying the fire extinguisher.

“Don’t tell Sam what?” Sam asks, walking in, before turning right back around and walking straight out of the house.

“Fixed it.” He triumphantly states with an enormous smile on his face, fire extinguisher residue taking over the entire kitchen.

Sam:

Sam is the dad friend, so it’s to no surprise that your chaotic energy is something that keeps him on edge. Despite him being used to the chaotic energy he deals with on a daily basis from the pack, he knows you’re not indestructible. He’s always trying to keep you grounded, but he does let you have your fun. Safety is his top priority, but understands that you’re going to have fun and he’s always there to have fun with you. Sam began to help you come up with and perform more tame and harmless pranks. Like today, we decided to move every piece of furniture three inches to the left and watched the rest of the pack enter the house very confused and a bit off balance.

“Something feels… off.” Quil says, cautiously sitting down.

“I don’t understand.” Jared says, tripping over the table that wasn’t normally there.

“How bizarre.” Sam says.

“Yeah, how bizarre.” I look at him with a smirk.

#jacob black #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #paul lahote #embry call #Quil Ateara #jared cameron #sam uley #wolf pack x reader #jacob black x reader #seth clearwater x reader #paul lahote x reader #embry call x reader #quil ateara x reader #jared cameron x reader #sam uley x reader #leah clearwater x reader #twilight

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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In your arms

Rowaelin moth - Day 15 - Bad day

This is set in the Island Dreams AU.

This fic is basically three years after the wedding scene and somewhere before the epilogue which is 5 years later.

Aelin had a bad day at the hospital and Rowan looks after her.

Aelin loved her job. A lot. When she got offered the job of senior emergency surgeon she had been ecstatic, especially after the London drama. She had many years of experience in a big trauma centre in London and a hospital on the islands would never be any close to the madness of the capital. There were days though, when a smaller sized hospital showed just how difficult it could get.

That was one of those days. She and Malcolm had been running around the A&E non stop directing the show and supervising the treatments. They had victims of a car crash happened just outside Stornoway, two different patients airlifted from two different locations with sever injuries, and on top of that the usual influx of people. Her day had got even worse when a 3 years old girl was brought in after an extreme allergic reaction to something she ate. According to the mother’s tale she had started having trouble breathing very quickly after the ingestion of the food. By the time the girl was brought in she had already been without oxygen for too long. Her heart had stopped beating soon after. Aelin had stood near the mother and tried to comfort the woman who had gone in shock herself at the sudden loss of her daughter.

Once free again she had rushed to the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach. Then sat on the bathroom floor and cried. It did not help that she was pregnant and hormonal. The girl’s death had hit her badly.

Her two girls, Freyja and Morrigan were the same age as the girl she had lost. The idea of losing them was so painful that would just send her into a full panic attack.

And now she and Rowan had decided to give it a go and add another member to their family. After months of trying they were finally successful and they now had a boy on his way.

Slowly she made her way back into her office and plopped heavily in her chair, her head in her hands while tears still run down her cheeks.

She picked up her mobile and phoned the one person who could help her.

Rowan picked up immediately.

“Missing your husband this much?” His voice cheery, but her chest tightened and more sobs broke through.

“Aelin, are you okay?” He asked her when he heard her sobbing over the phone.

“I just…” her voice broken “I just lost a three year old girl.”

Rowan was silent for a moment probably looking at the twins who she knew were at the bookshop with him.

“How?”

Aelin sobbed once more “anaphylactic shock.”

“What can I do?”

“Nothing. I just needed to hear your voice.”

A moment later she heard a girl’s voice and realised that Freyja had rushed to Rowan and now wanted to talk to her mum.

Aelin spoke to her daughter for a bit until she stated that she had to go back slaying the dragon.

“How have they been?”

Rowan chuckled “Morrigan has been playing quietly on the mat and coloured a couple of pages of her book.” He sighed “Freyja in the meantime has slain three dragons, saved a prince in distress, went on a quest to find the perfect marker and now is helping me tidy the books in the history section. If she sits down for five minutes I call it a success.”

A small chuckle left Aelin. Their daughters were identical physically, but they were complete opposite when it came to behaviour. Morrigan was like Rowan, calm and quiet. Freyja was a hurricane. Constantly moving and full of energy.

“You could have left them with my mum.”

“Ach, mo chridhe, you know I love having them in the shop. I had a busy day and Freyja just loves to charm the customer with her babbling.”

After a moment of silence Rowan spoke again “how are you two?”

Aelin’s hand went to her stomach “baby and I are fine. The nausea today is not too bad.”

“You need to take it easy.”

Aelin huffed “I worked when I was pregnant with the twins, surely I can manage with just one tenant.”

“I know, but remember what Yrene said.”

“Tha.” She replied. She had been taking Gaelic lessons for a while now, especially because they had decided to raise their daughters to be bilingual, so Aelin had been putting effort in it. But her progress had been slower than she expected and she was still very shy in showing off her language skills.

In that moment her pager went off and she groaned. It was definitely one of those days “Ro, I need to go. Give a kiss to the girls.”

“Will do.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, fireheart.”

She hung up and ran outside, ready for more drama and a shift that didn’t seem to end. Malcolm met her halfway “Accident in a farm. Crush injuries and chemical burns.”

“This day just gets better and better,” she grabbed the protective gown he passed and while walking to the the A&E she donned the gear.

***

It was later than expected when she did manage to leave the hospital. It really had been the day from hell and all she wanted to do was curl on the sofa in Rowan’s arms while watching the twins play.

She stepped in the house and was quite taken aback by the silence. Their house was never quiet.

“Rowan?” She called, while dumping her messenger bag at the entrance and shedding shoes and jacket “Ro?”

He appeared a moment later with a towel around his waist and Aelin blamed the hormones because in that moment all she wanted to do was to jump him, but with the girls around that was a treat that would have to wait.

“Taking showers without me?” Seeing him in front of her, washed away the tension and the stress of a horrible day.

Rowan opened his arms for her and Aelin crashed in his embrace, his lips kissing the crown of her head.

“Where are the girls?”

“With your mum.” He explained “I thought that after the bad day you had, you could do with some peace and quiet and some care from your husband.” He took her hand and walked upstairs to their bathroom. He opened the door and Aelin gasped. The lights were off but there were candles all around the tub, which in turn was filled with bubbles and foam and Aelin could smell her favourite bath salts.

“I just thought you and I could relax…”

Aelin threw her arms around his neck and kissed him “you really are the man of my dreams.”

He kissed her back and then his hands started to rover along her body “but first… we need to get you out of these clothes…” he whispered and turned her so that her back was against his chest. Slowly he removed her shirt and then the trousers, his hand caressing her bump that had started to show. He then unclasped her bra and soon after her knickers were gone too. Aelin turned in his arms and begged for a kiss he did not deny her.

“You are stunning.” He said softly while his lips teased her neck.

Aelin in response snorted “I will be a stranded whale again, some of the weight I gained from the twins never left me and I have horrible stretch marks. Seriously, you need glasses.”

Rowan’s kiss deepened and her legs went weak. After three years of marriage he still had that power over her.

“You are gorgeous. And those marks are proof of the amazing job you did to bring our girls into the world. They don’t bother me.”

She seemed to believe him and hugged against his chest “sorry,” a small sob broke from her lips “It was such a horrible shift today.”

“Shhh…” Rowan took her hand “nothing a bath with your husband won’t solve.”

Rowan slowly climbed in the big tub and then took her hand for her to follow him.

She sat against his chest, water lapping against her skin. She dunked her head under the water and then leaned it against his shoulder. Rowan grabbed some shampoo and slowly started massaging her scalp.

“This is perfect,” she moaned and Rowan kissed her neck, while his hand trailed down her arms in gentle caresses “just relax in my arms, I am here for you. Let me take care of you.”

Aelin closed her eyes and let the feel of him wash away the dreadful day she had. The pain, the anguish and the fears.

“Thank you for always being at my side. For being my rock.”

Rowan gently kissed her head “when I married you I promised I would be at your side in difficult times…” his hands covered her bump “You are my everything and making sure that you are fine after a dreadful shift goes under my job of husband.”

Her head turned slightly and kissed the length of his neck.

“At our wedding I also promised chocolate cake and, after we finish our bath, I have it ready for you.”

“Good,” she whispered while turning and straddling him. When they fixed up the house they got a bathtub large enough that would allow them to have some fun in it.

“Aelin…” his warning tone. She knew he was not keen on them having sex while she was pregnant, no matter how many times Yrene had told them it was okay.

“I thought you said you’d do anything to make me happy…” her hands slipped under the water and gripped him “your wife is asking you to help her forget.”

At those words he caved because knowing she was okay and happy was all he cared about.

And slowly, in her husband’s arms Aelin forgot about death and pain and only felt his love… healing.

In his arms, love pushed away all the pain.

#rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowaelinkids #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #aelin galathynius #domestic fluff #rowan x aelin

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Allergy

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader has an allergic reaction and Sweet Pea returns to find her unconscious on the floor

Sweet Pea and you had decided to move in together, with Sweet Pea having gotten a second job to increase his savings, the college he wanted to go to had a high tuition and he wasn’t taking chances as he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get a job while in college. You’d been more than happy to take him up on the offer of moving in, your current job at Pop’s providing you both with at least one free meal a day.

You’d had a long shift, working from two hours before opening to ust after closing as summer holidays drew to a close and everyone wanted to get as much of Pop’s and the main hangout spot as they could before they’d be stuck in school once more.

You shake your head trying to clear the blurriness from your vision and the ache in the back of your head.

You’re relaxing on the couch when you cough a little scratching your ear which has suddenly decided to burn with an intense itch. You scratch the side of your face, a little worried you’d bumped into something in Fox Forest when you’d taken the shortcut home.

“I didn’t get stung or anything..” You huff frowning at your arm realizing you have a couple of tiny bug bites.

“Must have been ants.” You grumble to yourself and decide to look for some anti-itch cream.

You shake your head trying to clear the blurriness creeping on the side of your vision and you scratch your cheek surprised when the burn increases, you stumble a little, feeling lightheaded suddenly. You scowl when you look in the mirror, what you had thought were ant bites, had crept up the side of your face and most of your arm.

“Well shit.” You scowl poking at your cheek and wincing, messaging Sweet Pea letting him know you need him to pick up some allergy medication. He responds asking if you need him home and you laugh and respond that you’ll be fine.

Sweet Pea’s surprised to not hear the TV on as he makes it home, he’d cut off work almost right after you’d messaged, he knows you having seasonal allergies isn’t that bad but there had been one time your eyes had swollen shut from all the pollen in the air, and he’d assume it was that, but the middle of winter didn’t leave much room for that line on thinking, so if he forces the door open a little faster than necessary well, he’s glad he did it when he realize what’s going on.

-”Y/N, are you awake yet?”

“Sweet Pea ‘m tired.”

“Do you know where you are?”

‘She’s in-”

“We want her to answer..” You sit up at the strange voice scowling as you try to wave the light from your eyes.

“Well that’s a much better response than yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

“Yes. Y/N you had a mild allergic reaction to something, do you remember what you ate yesterday?”

“Oh the hives.” You mumble and look down at your arm, there are no hives and your face doesn’t feel itchy at all.

“Yes, can you tell me anything about yesterday that was different than normal?”

“Well I took a shortcut home, through the forest but I didn’t run into any plants or anything weird like that.”

“Well you had a pretty severe allergic reaction, you broke out in hives and your eyes swelled shut, thankfully nothing affected your breathing. We’re going to release you as the blood tests we’ve run hasn’t come back and now that we know it may have been something in your home, or maybe you were exposed to on the way home you can react quicker, especially since your boyfriend has been more than happy to keep a watch on you.”

“Okay, so I can go back home?”

“Yeah of course, just try to be careful.’

“I can be the poison checker!”

“Sweet Pea, if it’s my allergy you’re not going to react to it.”

“It still freaks me out that we don’t know what it was.”

“Well it’s just that the results haven’t come back in yet, they said they wanted to fully examine everything, since I didn’t go into full anaphylactic shock.”

“Still freaks me out.” He mumbles and you sigh.

“Yeah poor you finding me unconscious..” You know you’re being childish and it's silly to get annoyed over but Sweet Pea’s overprotectiveness is getting on your nerves after a week of him constantly glaring down anything you ate. You pretend not to see the way his hand hovers over the phone, you know it’ll only be a few more days until the bloodwork comes back so you tell yourself that and try to remember your boyfriend is just trying to keep you safe.

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