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#how do i request only disabled teachers
janeyseymour · 4 months
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Hii hope ur doing well x If ur still accepting requests for Mel x Reader could u do one where reader has some type of disability like chronic pain and they have a flare at school (cause they both work there) and Mel immediately runs to action and there's like Loooots of comfort etc hehe :3
I hope this is what you're looking for!
Too Late Now
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You usually have this under control. Since your fourth concussion, you’ve dealt with the headaches and the occasional migraines easily. Doctors have been helping you and make sure that you always have your emergency migraine medication at the ready.
On top of that, it’s been seven years that you’ve been living with this. You know the when a headache or a migraine is coming for the most part. You didn’t even bother writing down on your forms when you got hired that you should technically have accommodations due to your chronic migraines. You just know how to handle them at this point. It’s part of your everyday life. 
Melissa, your girlfriend, doesn’t even know about your condition. She doesn’t need to know. You saw the way she sprung into action when you had the flu a few months ago- or when you had caught the stomach bug from the kids. After taking care of you with absolutely no complaints, she got sick both times herself. You took care of her too, much to her dismay. She was a caretaker, she did not like to be the one being taken care of.
When you wake up, you feel a little funny. But something is going around the school, as it always is around this time of year. So you chalk it up to that, and you take an Advil and an allergy pill. 
When you’re leaving, you almost have half a mind to throw in your migraine medication just in case… but you get distracted by a text from Melissa asking if you wanted coffee this morning from Dunkin.
Of course I do, you reply back.
Your usual?
Please, and thank you.
Sounds good. I’ll see you at school gorgeous.
And because of that text exchange, you forget to throw your pills in your purse and leave the house. 
As you’re driving, your headache worsens just slightly, and you groan. Allergy season was bad at this time of year, and your sinuses have been paying for it- post nasal drip is at an all time high, you’ve already had an ear infection this season, and you’ve been getting sinus headaches because of it. You don’t realize a migraine is coming on yet, so you just pop another Advil before you head into Abbott.
Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the teacher’s lounge like usual, and she almost immediately sees how unwell you’re feeling.
“Hey, baby,” she says softly as she kicks out the seat next to her.
“Hey,” you sigh, but you don’t take a seat. You just lean down and peck her lips before standing back up straight with a grimace.
She hands you your coffee with a frown. “You feelin’ okay, hon?”
“Allergies,” you say through a yawn. “I think I’m gonna go sit in my classroom this morning, but you enjoy your news.”
“Alright, hon. Do you want me to come with you?”
“I know how much you like your news,” you tell her. “I’ll be okay.” You head to your classroom, and she watches you in concern.
By the time the kids are supposed to come in, you know exactly what’s happening- a migraine is coming on. And you, like an absolute lovesick idiot, forgot your medication because you were too busy texting your sweet girlfriend. Your head is in your hands as you massage at your temples, the lights are off, the sound of the barely functioning air conditioning is making your eyes throb in pain. 
Hypothetically, you could call out now. But there’s a shortage in substitutes, you don’t think you can even think properly to create sub plans, the thought of moving from your desk makes you want to cry, and you know it’s only a short amount of time until you’re unable to drive for the next… eleven hours. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it the drive home.
You have no idea how you’re going to survive today without your medication.
When the kids start to make their way in, you nearly burst into tears. You silently thank God that you didn’t put any makeup on today. You throw your sunglasses on as they trickle in, and you stay seated at your desk. 
You can’t teach today, and you know this. It’s going to be a day where the kids sit quietly and watch magic school bus, you take them out for extra recess, and then they can sit and work on their projects, or read and draw. You don’t care what happens today, as long as they aren’t loud. 
Again, your kids think that they have a sub until they see you sitting at your desk in the dark.
“Ms. Y/N?” one of the girls comes in and runs up to your desk.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you say softly, and even the eight year old can see the pain etched in your face.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, Skylar,” you tell her quietly. “Ms. Y/N’s head just hurts, so today is mostly going to be an independent and quiet work day. Unpack and get ready for today, love bug.”
The little girl gives you a gentle hug before going to her desk and unpacking. You keep your eyes closed as the rest of them trickle in, and they’re oddly quiet. They are never this quiet. You almost always have to remind them to do their handwriting pages and do their lunch count.
When you do open your eyes to take attendance and explain to them what’s happening today, you see that Skylar had quietly taken it upon herself to write the morning routine on the board.
Morning! The note on the board reads. Ms. Y/N’s head hurts, so come in quietly. Unpack, lunch count, the next page in journal, then DEAR. 
Your heart melts, and you realize how lucky you are that your students genuinely care about you the way that they do. Skylar is over by the lunch count board writing a tally for you, and she quietly comes and slips it over to you.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” you whisper to her, and you have a small tear trail down your cheek. “Do you want me to take it to Ms. Schemmenti to put in, or should I take it down to the office?”
“I can put it in, honey,” you give her a gentle squeeze before opening your laptop. You wince immediately due to the light, but you can handle this. You can’t have her go down to Melissa’s- your girlfriend would flip her lid when she found out how under the weather you were feeling and you didn’t stay home or ask for her help. 
All of your students watch you silently. They’ve never seen you this drained. Sure, they’ve seen you sick; you rarely call out. They’ve seen you tired after a night of volunteering or staying up late to finish grading papers and preparing for them. But they have never, ever seen you this down- to the point that your skin is pale and you can’t take off your sunglasses because your head hurts so bad.
“Miss Y/N?” one of the boys raises his hand quietly, and he’s usually known for giving you a hard time.
“Yes, Cameron?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You just barely nod and take a shaky breath. “Here’s what we’re going to do today,” you tell them. “We’re going to do our independent work for each of our subjects today- I know we have projects and papers in all of the subjects except math. For math, I’ll have… somebody… take you outside for extra recess, and if you’re good and quiet today, I’ll put on Magic School Bus at the end of the day for dismissal. Deal?”
All of your kids nod, and you give them half a smile. Then you get a shooting pain right behind your left temple, and you quietly cry out in pain. You grip the table for a few seconds and take a deep breath before you open your eyes again. They all look absolutely terrified.
“Nobody tells Ms. Schemmenti,” you tell them as you point at them all.
They all raise their hands in surrender.
“Okay,” you sigh deeply, shakily. “Who is going to lead our morning meeting?” It’s Rayna.
When that’s over, the kids quietly pull out their social studies projects and start to work on them. When social studies is over, they quietly move on to their independent reading for fifteen minutes. And then they line themselves up silently for specials.
“Can I trust you all to walk yourselves down to the gym silently?” As you write a note to the gym teacher explaining that they are coming on their own and to just send them back down to your room when gym is over.
“I take my line leader duty very seriously, Ms. Y/N,” Jayden tells you seriously. “If we aren’t quiet, I’ll tell you.” You nod, hand him the note with the instruction to give it to the PE teacher, and they’re off.
You get approximately forty-five minutes of peace and absolute silence. You close the door, grab your coat and throw it over your head, and lay down on the back table. You’re small enough to fit if you curl up.
On your kids’ way back to the classroom, they just happen to see your girlfriend in the hallway on her way out of the teachers’ lounge.
“Where’s Ms. Y/N?” the redhead asks with a popped eyebrow. You always walk with your children everywhere.
All of the kids look at each other nervously, remembering the way you told them that they weren’t to tell the second grade teacher. But Melissa is staring them down.
“She called the gym teacher and told him to just let us walk down by ourselves because she had to use the bathroom,” Jayden tells a fib, and he hates doing it to his former teacher. But he promised you.
Melissa furrows her brows, but Jayden’s always been a good kid. “Okay… Well, tell Miss Y/N to put up another class compliment star because you’re all walking through the hallway very nicely.”
The line leader nods and takes off in the direction of your classroom, while Melissa heads towards the office to make copies.
You’ve just barely managed to get yourself back to your desk when the kids come back in, but your migraine is starting to make you nauseous, and you don’t even know what to do anymore. You won’t even be able to drive yourself home, so you just have to wait this out- at least you should get paid for it.
“We saw Ms. Schemmenti in the hall,” Omari tells you quietly while everyone else is getting out their snacks. “She said to give us a class compliment star because we were walking so nicely.”
“Nobody said anything, did they?” you ask.
“Jayden told her you were in the bathroom and told the gym teacher to just let us walk down,” your student says. “I don’t think he liked having to lie to her though… and Ms. Schemmenti didn’t really look like she believed him.”
As if on cue, the second grade teacher is knocking softly on your doorframe. She looks so concerned for you. “Ms. Y/N?”
You thank God you weren’t facing the door and have half a mind to rip off your sunglasses before standing and meeting her on the other side of the room. “Class, eat your snacks while I talk to Ms. Schemmenti in the hallway.”
“Amore,” Melissa whispers softly as she gets a look at you. “You look terrible. Why don’t you go home? I can split your class between the other third grade class and mine- not like I haven’t juggled two grades at one time before.”
“I- I can’t go home,” you mumble, and you wince at the florescent lights that aren’t out for once.
“And why’s that?”
You bite your lip. You have to admit to her just how terrible you’re feeling. She’s going to flip out and become insanely protective. She’s going to be upset you didn’t tell her about your condition before. “I get chronic migraines sometimes, and I… I have one right now.”
“Oh, hon,” Melissa whispers sympathetically.
“I usually have meds for it to lessen the pain, but I left it at my house this morning, and I think if I tried to drive home, I would throw up or black out,” you tell her honestly. “The kids have been really great this morning though, and they understand.”
“How can I help?”
“During my math period, can you take them outside? They deserve extra recess today,” you practically whimper as you close your eyes and brace yourself for the shooting pain you can feel getting ready to come on.
“Why don’t I just split the kids for the rest of the day while you lay down?” your girlfriend suggests.
“I’m here, they’re behaving and quiet, and I need to get paid,” you tell her. “They’re okay with me for everything except math.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” the redhead sighs. “But you just call if you need me, you hear?”
“I know,” you say softly. “I’ll be-” You cut yourself off with a whine and grab her arm as the pain comes. When it’s over, you relax and finish, “-fine.”
Your girlfriend shakes her head with a deep breath before stepping into your classroom. Jayden looks terrified.
“Ms. Schemmenti, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” he says quickly. “I didn’t want to, but I-”
“It’s okay, buddy,” she says softly before looking to the rest of the class. “You be on your best behavior for Ms. Y/N, and if anything happens, you come down to my room. I’ll be over during your math time for extra recess if you continue having a great day. Capiche?”
“Capiche,” your students reply, and you walk slowly into your room before putting your glasses back on and putting your head in your hands. Melissa gives you a gentle pat on the back before squeezing your shoulder three times.
Your kids finish their snack, and when that’s over they work on their research project for writing. They line themselves up silently for lunch and walk themselves down. You take up your position on your back table again, and close your eyes. You beg God to make the pain stop, and you finally give in, crying.
What you don’t know is that your sweet, sweet girlfriend is on her way to your apartment to grab your medicine. She also grabs a gatorade and your favorite hoodie (that is actually hers). She stops at Wawa and grabs you a Tasty Cake before returning to the school.
When she gets to your classroom, her heart breaks. She can see the way that you’re shaking from underneath your coat, and she has no doubt that you’re crying.
“Oh hon,” she mumbles as she makes her way over to you. She lays a delicate hand on your back and rubs up and down soothingly. “I brought your medicine, your favorite hoodie, and a Tasty Cake from Wawa. Can you take the medicine for me?”
Her kindness and gentleness just makes you cry even harder- and that only makes your head hurt worse.
Your alarm on your watch starts to go off, and you whine. “I don’t think I can do my recess duty today.”
“I’ll get the music teacher to cover it- she’ll do anything to get some of my meatballs,” your girlfriend tells you. “You just take your meds, and hopefully they kick in.”
You nod, just barely manage to sit up and take the medication and you take the hoodie and ball it up and put it under your head. 
After she calls the music teacher and arranges your coverage, she asks, “Jeet today?”
“No,” you mumble.
“Can you try to eat the cupcakes I brought?” At your nod, she opens it for you and practically feeds it to you.
“Did you eat?” you ask your girlfriend.
“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she dismisses your concern. “I’ll get my lunch in eventually- just might be while the kids are running around on the playground for math.”
Once you’ve had one of the cupcakes, you groan. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”
“Okay, hon,” Melissa frowns. “You know your body.”
“My body wants to sleep.”
“Well, you have another thirty minutes of recess, and you know I’ll always take your kids for you,” your girlfriend reminds you.
You nod and close your eyes. “Set my alarm for the end of recess? And if you wouldn’t mind just sending my kids here from outside for me?”
She presses a delicate kiss to the side of your head, but she doesn’t set your alarm. She fully intends to let you sleep the rest of the school day, and she’ll take your kids for you- all twenty three of them. She can handle it.
It’s not like Ava is here to tell you you can’t get paid for today. And in reality, Ava wouldn’t care anyway.
Your perfect, wonderful girlfriend picks your kids up from recess, and she has no idea how she manages this, but every single child is able to grab their belongings without waking you up. They were even able to silently move their chairs.
When you wake back up, your head is still pounding. It’s starting to ease up though. You glance at your watch from underneath your coat.
4:12 is staring back at you. School has been over for an hour…
You take your coat off of your head to see a classroom without chairs and Melissa perched on the closest desk to you, glasses on the tip of her nose and reading something on her phone.
“There’s my gorgeous girl,” she says quietly as she puts her phone away. “How’re you feeling?”
“Mel, why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed rest. Your kids’ chairs are in my room, and I told them to just come get them tomorrow.”
“I slept at school for almost four hours.”
“And how are you feeling now?” she prompts again.
“The prescription is starting to kick in,” you mumble. “But because I didn’t take it during the onset, I mostly just have to ride it out.”
“How long do your migraines usually last?”
“Hopefully, I only have another three hours of this hell,” you tell her.
“And are you feeling okay to go home?”
“I’m shocked Mr. J hasn’t come in here to kick us out,” you grumble.
Melissa flashes you that devious Schemmenti smile. “He did. But I told him… in a non-threatening way… that we would be staying here until you woke up on your own, and I would lock up the school.” She twirls the keys around her finger. “Now, do you need to stay here to ride it out, or…?”
“I really don’t know if I can drive to my apartment yet,” you admit sheepishly. “I’m still kind of nauseous.”
“Can I take you back home, then?” your girlfriend asks you softly as she fixes your wild locks.
You nod with a groan as you sit up. You go to grab your bags, but Melissa already has them next to her and both of your things are slung over her shoulders in a second. 
“You just worry about getting your pretty little self into the car, yeah?” She presses a gentle kiss to your temple, and you know it’s all in your head, but her kiss makes you feel even the slightest bit better.
She piles your things in her car as you slowly get in and close your eyes. She gets in not a few seconds later, closing the door as quietly as she can. As the two of you are pulling out of the parking lot, you feel her warm hand settle on your thigh, and she squeezes it gently. It shouldn’t affect you the way it does- especially given how you’re feeling right now.
When she pulls in, she tells you gently to head in and up to bed. She’ll handle all of your things, she’ll be right in to curl up with you and/or nurse you back to health.
“I just have to ride it out, honey,” you remind her.
“Well, we’ll curl up together then,” she tells you. “And when you’re feeling up to it, I’ll make us something for dinner.”
“I love you,” you sigh softly as you drag yourself out of the car. You get yourself into the house and are just laying down in bed as she comes in. She changes, lays down next to you, and pulls you into her arms gently.
“Hon, I can sleep on my own,” you mumble into her chest. “I know you have a shit ton to grade.”
“I can do that tomorrow during my prep,” she whispers. “Right now, my girlfriend needs some love and attention.”
Because of her warmth and the delicate fingers that are tracing patterns on your arms, you fall asleep easily. And when you wake up, she’s still laying with you, and she’s half asleep herself. You wake up to a mouthful of red hair, and you sigh in content. Your head is no longer pounding- you think your migraine is gone. 
“How’re you feeling?” your girlfriend asks you softly, eyes still closed.
“So much better,” you tell her truthfully. “You didn’t have to stay. You could’ve had dinner or graded stuff while I slept.”
“And what kinda girlfriend would that make me, hon?” Melissa retorts. “But I’m glad you’re feeling better. You ready to eat a real meal?”
“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “After a few more minutes of cuddles?”
“I can’t say no to that.”
After a few more minutes, and a rather loud grumble of both of your stomachs, you head into the kitchen hand in hand. She starts making dinner while you go over to one of her bags and start grading the math tests she gave to her class yesterday.
“You don’t have to do that,” she tells you as she stirs the pot.
“I have to make it up to you somehow,” you say as you mark a few questions wrong.
“You can make it up to me by tellin’ me why I never knew you got migraines… and frequently enough to have the good shit prescribed to you,” the redhead says as she turns to look at you pointedly.
You frown and keep your eyes trained on the papers in front of you as you shrug.
“Y/N,” she says sternly. “C’mon.”
“Nobody really knows,” you mumble before you clear your throat. You suppose you have to be honest with your girlfriend. “After my fourth concussion seven years ago… it’s just something I got used to dealing with. I usually have them under control and can just push through them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, hon?” she asks softly. “Or at least told me this morning when we were in the staff room?”
“I thought I was fine,” you tell her honestly. “It didn’t hit me until after I had already walked into my room, and at that point… it was too late, and I didn’t want you fussing over me for something I could’ve prevented.”
“Hey,” Melissa turns the burner down to let her sauce simmer. “I always worry about you- whether you’re sick or not. But when I saw you this morning, I knew something was wrong. You shoulda told me. I would’ve driven to your place to get your medicine sooner.”
“I was just going to tough it out,” you sigh.
“You were going to pass the hell out in pain,” she tells you. “Your kids were really worried about you.”
“I know they were… They were so sweet today and made sure they were on their best behavior for me,” you say softly. “I wish I would’ve gotten a picture of the morning message Sky put up on the board for the rest of the class.”
“They were just as well behaved for me,” the second grade teacher tells you honestly. “Although that may be because I promised them all doughnuts if they were good.”
“So… we have to leave early to pick up doughnuts for the kids?” you laugh. At her nod, you shake your head playfully. “I’m buying.”
“With whose card?” she snorts out.
“Mine, thank you very much,” you tease back.
With your banter, Melissa knows you’re feeling much better and are on your way to feeling 100 percent again soon. 
After dinner, the two of you go back to lay in bed. 
“Put a few of your pills in a plastic baggie for me to keep in my car for you tomorrow,” Melissa tells you as she pulls you into her arms again.
“Babe, I usually have them on me,” you tell her. “This was a one time thing.”
“I don’t like seeing you in pain though,” she mumbles against your head, kissing it gently. “And if I can help prevent you from crying out in pain at a small noise, I will.”
“Okay, honey.”
The next morning, the two of you show up to school with dozens of doughnuts for the kids, and yours and Melissa’s classes enjoy the treats together. They’re all thrilled to be rewarded with the sweet treat. They’re happy that they can talk in their own classroom again. They’re glad to see that you’re back to yourself.
“Ms. Y/N?” Skylar asks as she gives you a hug that morning.
“What is it, sweet girl?”
“Can you like, not get sick like that again? I’m happy we got doughnuts, but I don’t wanna have to play teacher again for you… It was hard.”
You chuckle as you muss her hair. “I’ll do my best kiddo.”
Melissa just nudges you with a smirk. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she assures your student. 
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olderthannetfic · 6 months
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One of my biggest shames, is that I never learnt grammar, punctuation, or when to set commas. In 1st to 2nd grade I was excluded heavily by my teacher. Then I changed schools and was given books for 1st to 3rd graders, while being in 4th-5th grade. I had gone through those during the 2nd-3rd year at the school, but just got a new version. When I got into another new school, they were already done with those subjects. No I have no learning disability, nor do I have any other issues that would have justified it. I guess that's what happens when you and 3 other kids are the only ones with a background as 1st gen diaspora, even if we've been here basically since birth. Besides all that, I also still heavily struggle with that language, and I never managed to catch up, no matter how much I tried. General grammar and sentence structure is a bust, and no matter how I asked there was nothing they could (or wanted) to do. Here there's a rule that "If you've lived here for 6 years and are above a certain age, you can no longer request language specific help." Even if it's to catch up.
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Oh, I didn't learn shit about punctuation in school despite going to pretty good ones overall.
I learned as an adult from:
Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation and
The Transitive Vampire: a Handbook of Grammar for the Innocent, the Eager, and the Doomed.
The author of the latter also has a punctuation book, The Well-Tempered Sentence.
I cannot begin to tell you how many people learned this stuff from Eats, Shoots & Leaves specifically and not from school.
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eris-snow · 2 months
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Hiiiii!! I hope you’re doing well ^^ this concept has been plaguing my mind for DAYS. listen. Mute reader joining class 2A where bakugou has already started going deaf from his quirk. AGH I swear it’s so cute I’m already dying, probably angst to fluff type stuff idk ur the boss here :3
(this is my first time requesting I hope I’m doing it right lol)
Oh you're so sweet! Don't worry about requesting your request was so cute 🥰
But YES, this is such a good headcannon 😭😭
Katsuki would think that you're way too quiet, and imagine his surprise when you start signing to him.
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He'd just gotten back from the hospital after a particularly shitty injury, so he wasn't there when you were introduced to the class
He didn't know that you were mute, so when you camd rolling up to the dorms, all he saw was a way too quiet girl holding a way too big box for your size.
You must be the newbie, Katsuki sighs, squinting at you. It takes him five seconds to realise that your quirk wasn't strength based, and 10 to realise you had 5 of those big ass boxes to get through, before he kicks off the couch to help.
It's fine. He's been through this, he's gotten help. He can talk to people without brandishing insults now.
"Jeez, pass me that, you freak,"
Head, meet hard wood.
You, however, don't seemed fazed at all. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief, happily passing him the box and taking another one to carry to the lifts.
He's almost glad you don't say anything, because at least then, he doesn't have to go 'SPEAK UP, NERD' on ten different occasions. He wasn't wearing his hearing aids, after all.
When he does finish helping you, you're bowing to him profusely, and to his utter surprise, you lift your hands and start signing to him.
Do you know handsigns?
He almost rolls down the stairs.
Yes, Bakugou signs back. You bow at him again, and Bakugou feels giddy.
Thank you! I'm sorry if you found it rude when I didn't respond, but I am mute. I appreciate your help, Bakugou-san! I hope we get along !
And that's how Katsuki gained a new friend.
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Oh and don't forget about the silent conversations.
Besides Deku, you were the only one fluent in handsigns and Katsuki took full advantage of that.
Just imagine, 20 odd class mates and no one knowing what words being exchanged between the two of you.
Communication is the one of the most important thing on the battlefield, and the scariest thing was that Bakugou was starting to have difficulty doing that, patrol or not.
For some reason, having someone who understands that fear makes Bakugou feel just a little bit more stable.
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On paper, your disabilities should hinder your ability to get along, but like how two unlike poles attract, you get along swimmingly. Communication, which is supposed to be one of the most difficult actions to carry out is so smooth with Bakugou it's basically telepathy at this point.
A glance at you.
Oh, you want your protein shake.
A gesture to the teacher.
Oh, you need help with a question.
A middle finger...("Oi, Bakugou that wasn't a handsign-WAIT WAIT NO DON'T-")
Means a dead Kaminari.
And for some reason, even if Katsuki can never hear your voice. Even if you can't ever tell him how much he means to you, you'll stand by his side even if the world tilts sideways, or be the first at his door when his nightmares overtake him.
You'll be the first to guess what's one his mind and stand by him no matter what.
After all, actions speak louder than words, don't they?
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idyllic-affections · 11 months
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the contract's cycle.
summary. changsheng's contract is a cycle.
trigger & content warnings. angst angst and more angst on the side, mentions of death & chronic illness.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/slight comfort. baizhu & reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of invisible disability? it's rather visible to me. this post contains spoilers for baizhu's story quest.
author's thoughts. i did baizhu's story quest (i am telling lies. i did not do it, i watched someone else do it on youtube. genshin burnout is REAL i swear). got fic inspo. wrote fic. this is a little messy but please spare me i wrote this on a whim at 10:30 at night HSKSHJFGFGD
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baizhu, who does not want anyone else to fall victim to changsheng's contract, yet also does not want her to die as a consequence of having no host.
it takes time, but despite this, he eventually realizes that what he has with junior herbalist [name] is the virtually the same as an apprenticeship—it is the same as what he had with his master before him, and what his master had with his own master before him, and so on. baizhu only refused to label his relationship with [name] as such for fear of them becoming the next in line, should he fail to attain immortality.
he does not intend to fail, but he cannot deny that he may not be able to succeed, either.
he suddenly finds himself scared, because if he's become so close with them without even consciously realizing it... that means that something drew him in, that he is endeared with them like a parent would be to a child because they are undoubtedly very much like him—a selfless, gentle soul void of ill intent. that fact simply scares him. they're so young, too young. maybe they'll change as they get older. maybe they'll become less selfless and kind. maybe he should encourage them to be more selfish? perhaps that might change something?
(he is only fooling himself.)
[name] is a viable host for changsheng; she herself has confirmed it, albeit a little reluctantly, upon baizhu's request. "it is a matter of my host's natural temperament," she reminded, "and that does not change as someone gets older. you know this, baizhu."
baizhu is now terrified. his fear has increased tenfold, because they are already chronically ill. he was not necessarily so weak before taking on changsheng's contact; his current state is a consequence of transferring countless ailments onto his own body. if he is fated for an early death... archons, their death would be even earlier. his heart drops at the thought.
briefly, he wonders if his predecessors ever felt like this—did they, too, fear the deaths of their apprentices, or is it different in his case because of how young his is? is it different because, even though he hesitates to say it aloud, he thinks of them as his own child? or were all his predecessors the same way?
he doesn't realize it, but gradually, the liyuean doctor begins withdrawing from them.
[name] notices that baizhu seems to be engaging less with them, that he's less involved with them overall, and they worry about if they've somehow disappointed him. they become more fidgety and distressed during their work hours, always trying to understand what it is that they did wrong, and trying to amend it without even knowing what they did.
changsheng eventually exposes hers' and baizhu's shared secret because maybe she's seen a teacher and their student fall out and maybe she doesn't want to see it again. who knows? but baizhu sure as hell won't tell them, so she takes it upon herself to do so, and the doctor is helpless to stop her because she... is stubborn.
[name], though very worried, expresses little surprise once changsheng finishes her explanation. all they do is peer up with gentle sincerity directed mostly at baizhu. "changsheng isn't normal—no offense, changsheng, don't get mad—so... i somewhat figured that something like this was going on. it's not exactly uncommon in liyue. this is the nation of contracts, after all, but... why didn't you tell me sooner? are you worried that i would be her next contractee? is— is that why you're ignoring me lately?"
(changsheng forces baizhu to apologize to them for that. he didn't offer much resistance and was quick to console and reassure them.)
baizhu is now even more set on his quest than before, because he will not let another person fall victim to the contract's cycle, "fate" be damned. he will not let [name] fall victim to the contract's cycle.
([name] knows that deep down inside, if something ever happened to baizhu... they would take on changsheng's contract, because like all those before them, they do not want to see her die, and changsheng has, albeit begrudgingly, accepted that they are just like all their predecessors.
if there is a life in front of them that deserves to be saved, why shouldn't they do everything within their power to save it?)
please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!
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fluentmoviequoter · 12 days
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Think Different, Love the Same
Requested by @keyera-jackson! I changed a few minor details but I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!activist!reader
Summary: When 20-Squad begins dealing with an activist group, Deacon falls for you, the group's leader.
Warnings: fictional activist group and charter school, mostly fluff, brief mention/depiction of making out
Word Count: 3.9k+ words
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“I’m calling the police!” a man yells in your face.
“Okay,” you answer calmly.
“Who is in charge of this- this collective stupidity?” he demands.
“I am. And our group is called Need to Know; we’re advocating for-“
“You’re advocating for a trip to jail. Get away from my store or I will call the police.”
“All due respect, sir, but this sidewalk is public property, and your store is not endangered by our presence. Civil protests and freedom of speech are not illegal.”
“Yet,” your friend and fellow activist group leader, Luke, mumbles.
“Forget it,” the store manager exclaims as he tosses his arms up. “You morons can’t be reasoned with.”
He storms off, and Luke rolls his eyes. Your group has staged more than six protests this month, and you’ve come to expect threats from people who don’t understand what you’re doing.
“Should we move?” Luke asks. “He may actually call the police.”
You shake your head. “We’re not doing anything wrong, and this library has repeatedly refused people with physical disabilities and cut hours. They make it practically impossible for people to learn anything here.”
“I get it, I do. But if he calls the police and they actually come, what then?”
“You tell me, Luke. The kids who can’t go to a library or find teachers and classes who are willing to create specialized lessons and one-on-one assistance… how do they learn to respond civilly to police officers? If the cops show up, consider it a teaching moment.”
Luke shrugs before yelling to the small crowd of Need to Know protestors to explain that the police may come. You want to demonstrate the importance of common knowledge.
Your group Need to Know is making information available to all, regardless of age, disabilities, learning inefficiencies, or when they have time. Los Angeles is just a hub, a symbol of the growing problem: inaccessibility to information and bias against those who need it most.
“He actually did it,” Luke mumbles when a police car stops by the curb.
“Who’s in charge here?” the first officer asks.
“I am,” you answer. You hand your sign to Luke and approach the officers with a smile. “How can I help you, officers? Is there a problem?”
“We’ve received a complaint that you are trespassing.”
“Aren’t sidewalks public property? We aren’t blocking any foot traffic, only using our voices to advocate.”
“I understand that, ma’am, but… Several store owners have called and are worried that you will move onto their property.”
“I can assure you that we understand the legality and will not trespass onto private property. What can we do to fix this issue?”
“Just-“
“Wait,” the other officer interrupts. “Are your cars parked in that private lot? Because that could be an issue.”
Several Need to Know members nod, and the second cop smiles as he calls for backup.
“I made a purchase at one of the stores this morning, and we have been into the library several times,” you explain. “A library at which we are all members. Can you charge us with trespassing while supporting a city library and local businesses?”
“Pipe down, lady.”
“There’s no reason for that, officer,” Luke interjects, not threatening in any way but firmly defending you.
“What was that?” the officer demands as he steps toward Luke.
“I only ask that you show us the respect we’ve shown you.”
“Need to Know,” the officer reads. “You may want to read just how much we do for this city. Everyone needs to know how to respect police officers, and that it’s our right to defend.”
“Your right?” Luke asks incredulously.
You raise a hand toward Luke to ask him to stop. “Precisely, officer. We’re simply trying to make that access available. Citizens do need to know how to respond to police officers, we agree on that.”
“Thank you for your time,” the first officer interrupts. He gestures for his partner to get back in the cruiser. “Just make sure this protest remains civil. Have a good one.”
“You too, officer. Thank you for all you do.”
Luke rolls his eyes as the police officers drive away. You take your sign back, holding it up and getting comfortable for another few hours of answering questions and accepting donations from generous library-goers.
Less than a few hours later, however, someone sets out to send you home early.
“I thought I told you morons to beat it!” someone yells.
You and Luke turn together, immediately recognizing the store manager who called the police. When he raises a sawed-off shotgun, you are forced to push your group back onto the private property behind you. Several of them run for their cars, but you remain in place as the man raises his phone to his ear.
“Yeah, I called earlier about trespassers. They’re back, and if you don’t deal with them this time, I will,” he says into the receiver.
“Sir,” you begin calmly.
“No! You said you wouldn’t disturb my shop, but nobody wants to come in when there’s a bunch of sickos out front with signs! Panhandle somewhere else!”
You can handle people targeting you personally but get defensive and angry when they bring your cause into their attacks. Luke widens his eyes in a silent warning not to start anything; you think finishing the argument sounds like a better idea anyway.
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“20-David, we’ve got a trespassing call at a local library,” Hicks calls.
“How do you trespass at a library?” Hondo inquires.
“Apparently there’s a protest going on, and the strip mall on the next lot has some less-than-impressed owners. Manager of a family-owned organic store just called and said he’d deal with them if we don’t.”
“Not exactly a reason for S.W.A.T.”
“No, but the calls from protestors saying that he has a gun and is threatening to kill the people in charge is.”
“Protestors?” Deacon asks. “So, we need riot control and to disarm an outraged citizen?”
“The protest has apparently been civil thus far,” Hicks explains. “But be prepared for everything.”
“Can’t argue with that. Let’s roll!”
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“How are we sickos for wanting to teach the next generation?” you demand.
“Yeah, well every group like yours thinks they’re doing good, but you’re just making life harder for tax-paying citizens like me!” he yells, waving the gun.
“Man, just put the gun down and we’ll go,” Luke offers.
You see a large police vehicle approaching and are surprised to read ‘L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.’ on the side. Several uniformed men carrying riot shields exit the back door after it stops by the curb.
“L.A.P.D.! Put down the weapon!” Harrelson yells.
Patches displaying their last names are attached to their vests, and you try to read them all as you see them.
“Everybody put your hands where I can see them!” Luca requests.
You, Luke, and the remaining group members set your signs down and lift your hands. 
“This is a load of crap,” the manager complains as he sets his gun on the ground.
Harrelson pushes him onto the concrete and cuffs him while Luca and Kay move toward you with the weapons lowered.
“Need to Know,” Luca reads from a discarded sign. “Are you aware that you are on private property? It’s illegal to stage a protest without prior authorization.”
“We were on public property before this guy threatened us with a gun and pushed us back into his parking lot,” you argue.
Kay nods and asks, “Were you asked to leave while being on private property?”
“No. He told us to leave while we were still on the sidewalk, and he called the police, but once he got us back here, he just accused us of panhandling.”
“He’s not pressing charges,” Harrelson alerts. “Mostly because he can’t, but, you know.”
“Alright,” Kay says. You notice that his eyes are on you; yours are on his, too, so it’s not easy to miss. “You’re free to go.”
“Thank you.”
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“What now?” you ask Luke. “The petitions for newer, safer libraries is going to legislative this week, we’re starting the first literacy course in a month… We have to keep going, but library protests aren’t cutting it anymore, Luke. We have to actually do something. Human rights issues, political issues, everything that people need to know seems to be blocked by the city. The bureaucracy wants to tell part of the truth and make sure the people who need knowledge most don’t learn.”
“That charter school that, what’s her name, Linda? The one that her kids just got pulled out of?” Luke asks.
“Yeah, Home of Hope or whatever. What about it?”
“She pulled her kids out because they refused to work with her son. He’s dyslexic and has some social issues, and they said he was difficult and simply couldn’t learn.”
“Get there, Luke.”
“Patience, grasshopper. That’s the epitome of what we’re fighting against, and the campus backs up to a public park.”
“You want to stage a protest beside a charter school?” you repeat. “I like that.”
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“What are you reading, Deac?” Street asks.
“It’s the website for the activist group Need to Know,” Deacon answers.
“The protest that we got called out to today. What’s so special about them?”
Deacon shrugs. “Curiosity got the best of me, I wanted to see what they were about.”
“Let me guess! Uh, need to know that cops should be defunded, or, no, need to know that women should or shouldn’t have rights.”
“Both wrong.”
“Men shouldn’t have rights?”
“They’re advocating for accessibility of information. The motto is 'Information for All,' and their mission is teaching people, young, old, disabled, everyone, how to find information they need.”
“What kind of information?”
“Human rights and political issues, financial literacy, home buying… what they need to live successful lives.”
“Impressive.”
Before Deacon can agree, Hondo yells for 20-David to roll. He looks into the situation room and smiles when he sees what Deacon is reading.
“Deac, we gotta go. Your friend over at Need to Know staged another protest, but this one turned violent. Even better, it’s on private property at a charter school,” Hondo says.
“Maybe not so impressive,” Street mumbles as he rushes toward Black Betty.
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“Hey!” one of the parents entering the school yells. “Just because you were homeschooled or bullied in private school, doesn’t mean you have to find an issue with every knew school your unpaid taxes help build.”
“Charter schools receive property taxes and state funds from district and state based on enrollment,” Luke explains. “Just like public schools. Those uniforms don’t set your kids apart, and the teachers are still just as lazy and unwilling to ‘deal with’ special needs students.”
“Oh, my bad, I didn’t know I was talking to a charter school expert. Whatever teacher you had a crush on, and she turned you down, just get over it man, there’s better ways to work through your feelings.”
“Luke, don’t,” you whisper.
Luke is just as passionate about your cause as you are, and when he drops his sign, you rush to grab his arm.
“Oh, you want to do this? Let’s go,” the parent says. “But I don’t think you have the knowledge to tell one end from another.”
“Actually, I’m advocating for idiots like you who don’t know what common decency is!” Luke replies.
When the parent runs toward Luke, he rips his arm away from you and throws the first punch.
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You can feel your heartbeat in your eye when the S.W.A.T. vehicle rolls up. This time, you don't wait for a command to kneel with your hands up as the team rushes toward the growing, fighting crowd with riot shields raised.
“L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.! Everybody on the ground now!” Harrelson yells.
“Luke!” you call. 
Luke’s knuckles are busted open, but he’s winning the fight. A fight that never should have started, but maybe it will at least put Need to Know on the map.
“Are you okay?” Kay asks as he approaches you and the small group of still civil protestors around you.
“I’m fine,” you answer shortly. “Pretty tired of seeing cops at what start as peaceful protests, though.”
He lowers his shield and smiles at your feistiness. When Deacon read your bio on the Need to Know website, he could tell you were a fighter and incredibly passionate; he didn't witness what the passion did to your attitude during the last call.
“Let me guess, you tried to break up the fight and one of them accidentally hit you,” he continues.
“Do I need a lawyer?” you ask.
“We’re taking everybody in until we get a handle on what happened here,” Kay answers.
“Then I’d prefer to answer questions after I’ve received my Miranda rights,” you explain. “Officer…”
“Sergeant Kay.”
“If that’s okay with you, Sergeant Kay.”
He licks his lips, as you suspect, to hide his smile before returning to his team to create a plan for getting everyone to the station.
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“You signed a Miranda waiver,” Sergeant Kay muses as he enters the interview room. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Lots of unexpected things happen,” you reply. “And most people can’t learn about them, if you can imagine.”
He sighs as he sets a folder on the table. Another officer steps inside, and you recognize him as Luca from the first time you saw them.
“Your written statement matches the story everyone else is telling,” Luca says. “So, either you all stopped fighting to talk and got your story straight before we got there, or you are the unluckiest activist group in the world.”
You lightly tap your bruised cheek and flinch before saying, “I think it is the second one. Two peaceful protests resulting in S.W.A.T. visits feels pretty unlucky.”
“Peaceful protests for what?” Deacon asks.
“Read the website.”
“Told you she was feistier today,” Deacon tells Luca.
“She wasn’t like this the first time,” Luca replies.
“She wasn’t in pain and desperate to see a semblance of change before,” you interject. “Look, if you really want to know what we’re fighting for, I am happy to tell you, but it seems to me that you’re just killing time to do something else. Run background checks on everyone involved, if I had to guess. But unless Luke or the guy who started the fight are pressing charges, you have no reason to hold me as anything other than a witness.”
“I would like to know what is worth all of this,” Luca says, offering a kind smile.
You nod. “I’m sorry for snapping, then. Our mission is basically to make sure that people are informed on basic knowledge. That there’s no bias or endless hoops to jump through just to find an answer or help.”
“How do you plan to do that?” Deacon asks.
Something in Sergeant Kay’s demeanor today makes you think he already knows about your mission… and you. More than that, he seems to agree with or support your cause. Maybe that’s why he smiled earlier.
“Open newer, safer libraries, improve hours for more accessibility, remove enrollment caps from schools, create unique and specialized education for people with disabilities or learning disadvantages. Everyone deserves to learn, especially the people who want to but don’t have the accessibility or opportunity to do so.”
“Then I can see why you’d choose a charter school with nothing to lose by turning people away,” Deacon says.
You lean toward him over the desk and bat your eyelashes as you reply, “I’m glad you see my point. Surely a guy like you can see that good that more education can do.”
Deacon’s eyes widen slightly at your brazen flirtatiousness; he suspects you would be hard to get, even if he wanted to do something. Which he thinks he may.
“Maybe you could tell me more then,” Deacon answers, failing to hide his smile.
“I’ll just, uh, give you two some room then,” Luca interjects.
“Actually, if I’m not being charged, I would like to go home now,” you request. Deacon nods and offers a hand; he helps you stand, and you look into his eyes to add, “Alone.”
Deacon watches you leave, and Luca claps his shoulder.
“Falling for an activist group leader is quite literally the last thing I expected from you,” Luca teases.
“Who says I’m falling?” Deacon replies before leaving and ignoring Luca’s laughter.
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You are having the first peaceful protest in weeks, and when someone threatens to call the police, you can’t refrain from sarcastically responding, “Ask for S.W.A.T. - 20-David.”
When Black Betty pulls up a few minutes later, you smile as Deacon exits the passenger side. He looks around before raising his eyebrows toward you.
“And you thought you weren’t making an impact. Sixteen calls in a week seem like progress,” Deacon commends. “Maybe not the publicity you want, but who better to change the narrative than an activist group?”
“Sixteen calls,” you exaggerate. “Maybe you should just follow us around then, Sarge.”
“While I wouldn’t be completely opposed to that,” Deacon replies, clearly reciprocating your flirting. “I’m sure you know just how much L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T. does in a day.”
“You’re saying all of that is more important than me?” you ask with a pout.
Deacon smiles as he steps back toward the vehicle. You wave as they leave, and Luke laughs at you.
“You’re welcome,” he says.
“For what?”
“Getting in that fight. You and Sergeant Kay owe your connection to me.”
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Deacon rolls the window down and looks at you when he gets called to one of your next meetings. He knows you haven't broken any laws, and you'll comply, so he doesn't even bother to exit his car.
“Can I help you, officer?”
“Depends,” Deacon replies. “Are you free tonight?”
“CUBO,” you reply.
“CUBO? For what?” he asks with a laugh.
“I’m pretty sure asking someone who you see almost daily would be considered conduct unbecoming an officer.”
“You’re not a criminal, though. No criminal record, no CUBO.”
“No dinner.”
“If it’s not because of the CUBO, then why not?”
“It’s not you, it’s me, Sarge. Ask me again after we actually make some progress with making education accessible.”
Deacon smiles and shakes his head before pulling away.
“Why are you making him work so hard?” Luke asks.
“I’m not. He doesn’t actually like me, Luke. Just the idea of someone doing some good; he’s a cop and a good person, so he likes that.”
“You think he’s a good person, yet you won’t get dinner with him,” Luke muses. “That should be illegal.”
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“Hey, there’s someone here to see you, Deacon,” Hicks says. “Activist group leader or something. You need anything?”
“No thanks,” Deacon answers as he wonders 1) if it’s you and 2) what you are doing visiting him.
If you are here to see Deacon, he thinks maybe you are finally realizing his feelings are genuine. He likes you, and, as Luca puts it, he’s falling for you, but you seem unconvinced every time he tries to ask you out.
“You asked for me?” Deacon asks as he steps into an interview room.
“I did. I wanted to let you know that Need to Know and the L.A.P.D., after many hours of mediation, have found a solution that benefits us both,” you explain.
“Being?”
“I am taking a step back from Need to Know because it is moving completely online. No more Los Angeles protests from us.”
“You’re backing down?”
“No, we’re just trying a new approach.”
“So, what now?”
“What 'what now,' Sarge? This is the end of me and Need to Know; they have my support but no more black eyes for me.”
“I mean, are you staying in LA?”
“For now, at least. Who knows where I’ll go next, there’s lots of activist groups in the world and surely one of them will need a leader at some point.”
“If you’re so insistent on standing up for the little guy, being a voice for the voiceless, why not become a cop or a special ed teacher? Something a bit more…”
“Tangible?”
“I was going to say hands-on, yeah.”
“Some people just aren’t cut out for that, I guess. Maybe I’ll see you around, Sarge.”
“Wait,” Deacon calls. “Moving the cause to a bigger platform has to count as progress. You said I could ask you to dinner after you made progress.”
“You don’t want me, Sergeant Kay. I’ll leave the do-gooding up to you.”
Deacon, once again, watches you leave. He knows that ‘maybe I’ll see you around’ means you will never see him again, so he has to accept that you are going your separate ways. He met you, though, and that was good.
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“Drinks are on me, who’s coming?” Hondo yells.
“I’m in!” Luca answers.
“Can’t turn down free anything,” Street adds.
“Deac? We need to get your mind off her, so you’re coming too,” Hondo says.
“Fine. But I’m not doing karaoke with Street again,” Deacon agrees.
“Just because I out-sang you,” Street taunts. “Admit defeat and move on, Deac.”
“Trust me, kid, I’m trying.”
Street shrugs at Luca, both aware that Deacon is no longer talking about karaoke.
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“Luke, please don’t,” you request as he stands.
“I’ll be right back,” he promises before walking to the hostess stand.
“Deacon Kay!” someone yells across the room.
Your eyes raise immediately, and you accidentally lock eyes with the one man you can’t stop thinking about. Seeing him is a surprise, though not unwelcome. You smile, and he mutters something to Luca before setting his glass down and walking toward you.
“You did say I’d see you around,” Deacon tells you.
“I did. And here you are.”
“You, uh, you want to…”
“Go somewhere a little quieter?” you suggest.
Deacon nods, and you take his hand to lead him outside. You lean against the outside wall and wait for Deacon to speak.
“This is awkward,” Deacon mumbles.
“It could be worse,” you point out.
“How?”
You smile as you lean toward him. Deacon meets you halfway and grabs your waist as he kisses you. In all the moments you have spent thinking of him, you convinced yourself that he was the best man you’ve ever met, and now you are sure of it. More importantly, you believe his advances were genuine, his feelings as real as yours.
The door beside you opens, and you pull away from Deacon when someone gasps. Luke is staring at you with his mouth open, and Deacon’s team appears behind him with similar surprised expressions.
“Do you really like me?” you whisper.
Deacon gestures for Luke to close the door before looking at you.
“I really do,” he replies.
“Good.” You run your finger over his tie as you admit, “Because I really like you, too.”
“So, you’ve made progress, without sacrificing your feistiness, I may add,” Deacon responds. “Now what?”
“I think we try this. Surely there can be more to our relationship than protests and S.W.A.T. calls.”
“I agree.”
You smile, but Deacon kisses you again before you say anything more. Deacon moves you backward and presses you against the wall with his hand between your head and the bricks. Making out with Deacon in an alley was not how you expected this to go but Sergeant Kay is the best thing that has ever happened to you, perhaps even better than Need to Know making the national news.
“Wait,” you pant. Deacon pulls back enough to look into your eyes, and you ask, “Is Deacon really your first name?”
“Is that relevant to trying this?” Deacon jokes as he slips his hand into yours.
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thequietkid-moonie · 7 months
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So sorry to ask late but could you do an Assassination Classroom x Reader with a reader who is in a wheelchair due to an accident....how can they participate in training?
Class 3-E with a classmate in wheelchair due an accident
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[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Class 3-E ]
[ Assassination Classroom / Ansatsu Kyoshitsu ]
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I felt a chill in my back when I read your request because this has been one of my biggest fears for so long (for personal reasons)!!
But im okay now, it actually was kinda comforting to write, thanks for requesting it!
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Kunugigaoka high school has a really strict sistem, even when they won't discriminante you directly for being in a wheelchair they won't exactly will do exceptions for it, you will have to follow the rythm of the other students. Even if the accident that leave you in that situation happened while studing in Kunugigaoka high school that isn't an excuse for them to fail in grades, they will have a tolerance time but they expect for you to be at day when you rejoin the program
If you end up being in Class 3-E the school won't have consideration nor pity for your condition and will send you to that class without much problems, it only reafirm the ideal of the director of building stronge students to built stronge people, despite their conditions, if you can't follow their rythm then you will get your proper punishment. They may offer some alternative when it comes to climb the montain since being in a wheelchair will probably make it imposible but it will be as hard as the normal way
Althought in Class 3-E things are considerably diferent, once Koro-sensei become the teacher of the class he makes sure to take in consideration every single one of his students and to have a good relasionship with them
Koro-sensei will never talk about your condition with pity or like a problem, yes it could make things dificult at times since people aren't uses to it but that doesn't mean it makes things imposible, he will even take this oportunity to make everyone think in diferent perspectives, where things are out of the common
Koro-sensei will not accept any kind of transgresion or discrimination towards you for your condition, he will even make sure everyone understand how it is to live with that disability and makes you think in how it could be of use
Being in a wheelchair in the montain it isn't really practical so he will try to find a way to make easier your way around the montain, and at some point even your classmates and friends will be involved on it too providing their own ideas (is also probably that they were the onces who bring up the idea)
During training Karasuma will make sure to make an special plan of training for the things you can't do, like teaching you hand-hand combat taking in consideration your condition, on the aspects where it doesn't afect your training he makes you train with the rest of your classmates (to make you see that you can do it too). As the time pass and the training progress your classmates (specially your closest friends) will come up with ideas to help you with your own training and during missions or trainings in teams they will help you to find the best position and a strategy where you could use your habilities and at what you are best, getting the most out of it
Koro-sensei will take the advantage of your condition to make them some training without using some parts of their bodies, that way they will learn to think diferent as the common, as well some training were the principal point is the assasination avoiding fighting (since the ideal for an assassin is not having to fight)
Since you are in a wheelchair due an accident and not since you were born Koro-sensei ask you about your current condition, if there is any posibility of you regain mobility he personaly will make sure you are taking your rehabilitation, even if you can't pay the medial treatment he, along with your classmates, will find a solution for it. In the case there is no way for you to regain mobility then he will fully focus on helping you accept and find ways to take advantage of your condition
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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Hiiii 👋 I hope your requests are open! Do you have any headcanon about Aizawa and Yamada (separately) with a deaf and quirkless s/o? Like how did they first meet, how are they in a relationship?Love you 💓😗💓
Hi sweetie, this is so interesting and I really enjoyed working on it! Much love ♥️
My other half
Characters : Aizawa/ Yamada/ Gender neutral reader (deaf and quirkless)
Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive themes/ Headcanons
Please do not read if you’re a minor
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Aizawa :
Your meeting with the pro hero was purely accidental, during one of his evening patrols when you were attacked by some lowlife criminals who were after your belongings.
His prime concern was to get you to safety before dealing with your attackers, which he did effortlessly, and when it was time for him to check on you, he was shocked to realize your disability when you uttered your thanks in the most unusual way he’s ever heard.
Your voice was a tad louder than it should have been, and your words jumbled up when you spoke.
Seeing his surprised expression made you feel self conscious, so you switched to hand signing your gratitude and he hated himself for flustering you.
He kept a close watch on you after that encounter, because for some reason you intrigued the underground hero who soon became your secret protector.
He found himself unable to keep you out of his mind, and even did his best to learn sign language in order to communicate with you.
First thing he made sure to memorize was “will you go out with me?” because that’s what he wanted, and as turned out, it was something you wished as well.
He admires your perseverance and willpower since you have never allowed your disability or quirklessness to hold you back, and he loves watching you pursue your dreams despite all obstacles.
That being said, he still keeps an eye on you like a hawk. He’s overprotective of you which makes you his main priority and the most important person in his life.
You helped him further his knowledge of sign language but you do communicate verbally as well, in which he makes sure to speak slowly so you could read his lips.
He loves hearing you talk, even though it’s something you rarely ever do in public because of the questioning looks you get whenever you let your voice out, but you happily do it when you’re together since he’s the only one who’s never treated you differently.
The first time he confessed his love to you, he did it in both sign language and speech since he was too nervous about messing up, and you excitedly responded in the exact same way.
He loves placing the softest kisses on the tip of your ears, and enjoys the way they turn red each time without fail.
During your intimate times, he whispers lovingly against your bare skin, and the movements of his lips and tongue together with the vibration of his voice makes you understand each and every word he’s saying.
He knows that meeting new people can be nerve-wracking for you, which is why he never pushes you out of your comfort zone or makes you do something you’re not willing to do.
If you wish to stay home wrapped up in a blanket and watch a subtitled movie, then he’s right there with you, holding you in his arms and enjoying your warmth.
And if you decide to go on a walk or run some errands, then he’s entwining his fingers with yours and keeping you company until you’re done.
You are the only person he desired a future with, and the day he knew you shared that same wish was by far his happiest.
Yamada :
Hizashi is a famous man, extremely so, not only because he’s a skilled pro hero and a competent teacher at one of most prestigious schools in the country, but also because he’s the host of a very well known radio show.
His lively personality and flashy appearance attract the attention of everyone around him, but when you passed him by one day without giving him a second glance, he was enchanted.
He couldn’t understand the reason why you disregarded him completely, nor why you were the only one not fawning over him, and so, he approached you with the intention of introducing himself.
You watched as he enthusiastically mouthed phrases after phrases, some of them you understood and some you couldn’t, due to his intensity and speed, but when you stopped him mid sentence and voiced your inability to hear him, he froze.
You tried as best as you could to explain your situation using both sign language and words, and for once he was left speechless.
You bowed your head and turned around to leave, but was immediately stopped by a gentle tap on your shoulder, one that contrasted his feverish nature.
He handed you a note, an apology written within it, but what caught your attention even more than that, were the words “I would love to get to know you.” to which you responded with a shy smile and a nod.
He learned sign language quicker than you imagined anyone could, and he would proudly show off his new gained skill just to see the sparkle in your eyes everytime he does.
He brags about you to his friends -and even listeners- as he enthusiastically expresses his bliss of having you in his life.
It used to hurt him that the person he cares about the most is the one who can’t follow his show, until he decided -with your consent- to bring you along every week to the station in order for you to see your man in action.
He has the habit of leaving you love notes everywhere around your apartment or his, -depending on where you’re staying at the moment- and it’s his way of bringing out that adorable smile of yours that he loves way too much.
He learned to speak slower when around you, making sure you’re solely focused on him as he tells you about his day and asks about yours.
He loves to hear your voice, and coaxes you into speaking more and using sign language less at least when you’re alone together, and you happily do so, receiving his sweet kisses as a reward.
He goes absolutely feral when you moan his name during your intimate times, and his heart swells with immense joy knowing that he’s the only one who gets to hear and see you in that state.
He believes in you more than anyone you’ve ever encountered, eyes full of pride as he regularly expresses his respect and admiration for you since you have never used your quirklessness or disability as a way out of your responsibilities.
You are two sides of a coin, polar opposites but complement one another perfectly, and it didn’t take long for each of you to realize that your lives had been incomplete before crossing paths.
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Chenford REWIND - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 2 Ep 2
"The Night General" AKA Somebody to Lean On
This one came in as a request, and it's one that I'm really excited to do. It's fun to take a look at post-Quarantine House Tim/Lucy in more detail, especially considering Tim and Lucy's movement in Episode 1 of the season via her standing up to him and his respect of her.
SPOILER ALERT: This episode and everything that came before it are fair game. If you wish to remain un-spoiled, please don't read anymore. I do try to write these as though I'm watching them for the first time without knowledge of the future.
Everyone squared away? Then we're ready to dive in.
"Chief Williams added another book to your Sergeant's Exam Reading List." "Split Second Leadership: Leading Men in the Line of Duty." "Men?" "It's from the 60's. How is this relevant to the 21st century policing?" "Ours is not to reason why, Officer Bradford. Read the book." "Yes sir."
At this point, only Tim knows why this is bad news for him. From the outside, it might look like he is being obstinate or lazy. But Tim is struggling.
My little brother has a learning disability. He's a genius with a learning disability. No, I'm not exaggerating.
My brother can't write or spell. He'll tell you an elaborate story with five-syllable words with perfect grammar, but the minute he tries to write it, it looks like a Kindergartner wrote it.
He had a teacher in college who insisted he was faking it and throwing his papers because he didn't have a written diagnosis from a doctor. He dropped out of school. He never finished.
My point? Learning disabilities can happen to anyone and it's easy to be quick-to-judge. No wonder people don't want to share. No wonder there's so much shame and stigma.
No wonder Tim didn't say anything. No wonder he honestly doesn't know... because, in his family, it would be seen as "less than", "not good enough", a "screw-up".
"If I have to suffer, so do you. So, you're going to read this out loud to me between calls. Only way I'm gonna get it memorized in time." "Or, I could drive and you could read it by yourself."
Admit it, Lucy. You're just looking for an excuse to drive! In all seriousness, it makes sense. But, again, it's easy to assume that Tim's pride in being the one to drive is getting in the way of him "taking this seriously".
"It's hard enough to listen to it without your editorializing."
Okay, I am totally with Tim on this one. Sometimes when we're reading to the kids, Matt will do this, and suddenly 10 minutes of calm reading has turned into 30 minutes of kids bouncing off the walls because they couldn't focus to finish the story straight through.
"You're gonna have to re-read all of this anyway to really memorize it." "No. I memorize best when I hear it." "Really?"
I love this shot. Lucy leaning over the book, tight on her face as she processes the information of how he processes.
My Middle is Autistic/ADHD with an auditory processing disorder and suspected reading processing disorder. Eldest is ADD or ADHD (final diagnosis later this month) and Littlest has her full testing for Autism/ADHD at the beginning of next month. I know a lot about people processing differently.
But as Lucy's wheels are turning, she realizes what might be going on with Tim. But how do you broach a subject like that with TO Era Tim?
Lucy's had fun poking at Tim with the parts of the book she likes (especially the value of every officer), but the whole reason she poked was because of Tim's apparent sense of superiority. Yes, she knows it's a veil, but it's still hard to poke through, at this point.
This is different.
"Why?" "Nothing."
Nothing is never nothing. I think I write this once every other Meta. On this show, nothing is never nothing.
"Boot!" "You might have a learning difference." "What?" "Technically, it's classified as a disability, but it really just means that you're wired to process information differently. In your case, through, through hearing, rather than reading." "I don't have a learning disability."
I remember the conversations with my husband for years.
I told him I suspected he was ADD (my mother, brother, step-father, and step-brother are all ADD/ADHD... the only reason we know I'm not is because my little brother wouldn't take his test without me and Mom taking it, too).
Matthew would shrug it off because he didn't have a "Disorder". But when he was 38, his mother let it slip to me that he was diagnosed at 8... and they never told him. They hid it. They didn't want the stigma.
So, he spent his entire life struggling and not understanding why. He got re-diagnosed at 38, and his first morning on medication, he let me sleep in. I woke to him lying next to me, tears in his eyes.
"The clouds are gone," he breathed into the space between us. And then I was crying, too.
He'd had these clouds his entire life and thought it was just how he was. He didn't know there was help. He didn't know his life could be better. All because his parents hid his diagnosis.
We put so much damn stigma on this stuff that humans are suffering unnecessarily for the sake of societal niceties. And for Tim, there's definitely stigma and shame associated with having a learning disability. It's how he was raised.
"A lot of people have them. I bet Isabel helped you in the Academy, read through the materials and stuff." "We're not talking about this."
Talk about wheels turning... we can see Tim's as he thinks about all the times he and Isabel sat up, her reading to him.
He thought it was the sweetest thing, and it became their thing. I bet she read him other things, too, like fiction books, or autobiographies on his favorite sports figures.
But thinking about Isabel (still a very fresh hurt) and the stigma of having a learning disability is too much for Tim.
Because growing up, any "difference" was called out as a failing. Yes, I know those of you in early S2 don't yet know all of Tim's backstory, so I am reaching forward a little on this one.
But, it's important to understand why Tim reacts so strongly and so swiftly.
Tim ends conversations before he can lose his cool. Losing control could lead him to become the person he hates most in the world, so he does everything to avoid it. But, he's been on edge all year.
Hell, for more than a year. Because ever since Isabel disappeared, he lost that one little piece of his life that made sense.
Then, this ball of sunshine came into his life, blinding him with goodness and light. He tried at first to temper it, but I fully believe that the longer he's in her glow, the more his eyes adjust, and the more he shifts to helping refine her rather than dim that glow.
"Watch your tone, Boot." "Oh, you don't get to call her 'Boot', Rex. You're retired. She's the police, now."
Boom, Baby!! Tim Bradford putting an asshole in his place will always be good television.
"Let's see your bail bonds license and the warrant on your jumper." "You let her talk to you like that?"
Bitch, you don't want to see how I'm gonna talk to you if you don't back off. Tim's not biting on the "camaraderie" angle, here.
As tough as Tim can be, as much of an absolute ass as he can be... he's a stickler for the rules.
"Look, the hole you're in has nothing to do with Lopez. But she's gonna pay the price when the commander's son goes belly-up halfway through training." "I told him it's not her fault." "Yeah, so tell him, again. Lopez bent over backwards for you. She protected your ass when any other TO would've sent you packing. You owe her your career." "I know."
Don't. Mess. With. People. Tim. Loves. Tim and Angela's friendship is one of my favorite relationships on the show. Tim just stood up for Lucy and here he is standing up for Angela.
Now, I'm not saying Tim loves Lucy, yet. We're a long way off from that, if these two get their act together. But, I think it's important to see his consistency.
Tim's Tests might make him seem unpredictable, but there's a reason and a rhythm for everything that he does. And when it comes to his friends—to the people he loves—he's always going to stick out his neck. Even if it means risking himself.
"Do you want me to read to you?" "No." "Come on."
Now that she knows he has a learning disability, she wants to help. Now that he thinks she thinks he has a learning disability, he wants to run.
Lucy is a gentle, kind, loving human. She wants to help. It's her default state. But accepting help goes against everything that was ever beaten into Tim.
It was fine when he was ordering her to read to him. But now that there's a stigma involved, he doesn't want it.
"You have to learn it." "I can do that on my own."
See? And Tim's not trying to be an asshole. He's trying to 'be a man', 'cowboy up', and 'do it on your own'. You know... all the bullshit men are too-often taught from boyhood.
He's shying away from Lucy's help because he's ashamed.
Alright, Future Rachel needs to tell you that Tim Bradford hasn't had an easy life. His childhood was less than ideal. His marriage seemed good until it wasn't.
Seeing the worst in himself is easy, but having others see him as weak in any way? He can't have that. He puts up all this bravado and these thick walls around his heart to protect himself.
Lucy just found another tiny crack in his defenses. And instead of letting her light in to help heal his hurts, he's afraid it will burn.
"Training for the rematch with Nico?"
Tim's blowing off steam. That fight was tougher than expected, and Tim's going to do everything he can to stay in top shape. But, he's also processing.
Lucy processes by talking things out. Tim processes with a punching bag and sweat pouring down his brow. The beautiful thing about people is how different we are, yet we find a way to coexist. We learn to speak one another's languages.
My husband's a BIG gift person. He loves to give and receive. I struggle with physical possessions because of how I grew up.
But I know that small gifts throughout the year help him remember I'm thinking of him (buying his favorite coffee... a latte from the local café). And he knows making me a chai latte at home, or holding me when I'm upset lets me know he's thinking of me.
We love one another. We just don't experience love the same way. Same is true for Tim and Lucy. We're in the phase of them learning how to speak one another's languages. This is crucial if they're ever going to be in a romantic relationship.
Tim greets her almost with a smile as he turns to face her.
"Here." "What's this?" "It is 'Split Second Leadership: Leading Men in the Line of Duty' the Audio book." "The book's out of print. There's no audio book." "Yeah, which is why I recorded one for you."
"Lucy Chen, will you marry me?" I mean, that's what he's supposed to say, right? That's what you would say, right?
Because, let's break this down for a second—she stayed up all night doing this. This morning when she asked him if he wanted her to read to him, she knew what his answer would be.
But then they had this stressful-ass day, and she had to wait for the file to finish rendering, which might've taken all day because audio files with any quality are a beast.
Look, I was a voice over artist for over 20 years. I only left the studio where I was a contract player because I couldn't afford a home studio and now live over an hour from the studio. So, I've done a lot of commercials, on-hold messages, and, yes, books.
The kids especially love my reading of "Elmo Visits the Dentist" that they can listen to on YouTube whenever they want. Why go into all this? I know how long it takes to read a book aloud at a pace that is easy for others to process.
Immediately after learning that her TO needed to listen to learn, she took the damn book home (because she was the one holding it the next morning) and she recorded herself reading it for him.
She likely got no sleep as she set it to render and upload into the device to hand to him while she got ready to leave for work.
I bet she even went home, grabbed the device, then ran back so she could give it to him.
This is a labor of love. No, she's not in-love with Tim. But she cares about him. And this ball of sunshine is radiating in his life more and more.
We are post Quarantine House. We are post Lucy calling Tim on the Isabel stuff she should have reported. We've established that they trust one another.
But this is next level. Six months into her training, and Lucy's already breaking through so many of Tim's walls.
"Uh, listen, I talked to Isabel and from what she said, it's clear you're a kinesthetic learner, which just means you need to listen while you're being active in order to absorb things."
Girlfriend just called up her future husband's ex like a boss. Again, she did this yesterday. Lucy wastes no time when it comes to Tim. Keep that in mind for the future...
"There's no shame in it. Really."
Watch his face. His jaw clench. His body relaxes as he sighs. His eyes soften. Because, all his life any sign of being "different" was weakness. Any sign of being "not good enough" was punishable by pummeling.
Isabel didn't realize he had a learning disability from what we can tell. She just knew that he'd ask her to read to him. My husband and I used to read to one another (pre-kids) and it was a tremendous act of love.
But Lucy put a name to it. And Tim's been spiraling out about it ever since. Because there's a stigma that comes with words like that, tragically.
"Honestly, it's probably why you excel at being a cop."
Tim absorbs her words. She doesn't think he's a freak. She doesn't think he's a project. She doesn't think he's broken. She thinks he's a good cop.
Her view of him hasn't changed because of his learning disability. This is so important.
My Middle has been Autistic his entire life, right? But we only got the official diagnosis when he was 5 because he stopped eating and was rapidly losing weight. A family member actually said "How can I be [related to] an Autistic child?" I said, "You've done a fine job the last 5 years."
Who he is didn't change with his diagnosis. But there are always people who recoil at it because of the stigma associated with it.
Tim was afraid Lucy would think of him differently... but she doesn't. She still sees Tim as the hard-ass, soft-hearted, semi-asshole she has to deal with every day for another six months.
And, strange as it sounds, that's the most reassuring thing Lucy could say to him.
"Thanks."
Lucy ducks her head in a nod as she leaves. It's so sweet. Lucy knows him well enough to understand this is difficult for him. She has a strong understanding of psychology, and a growing understanding of Tim Bradford.
Sticking around won't help him. Letting him get to work will help. She knows him well enough not to hover, and she knows better than to expect compliments from Tim at this phase.
Hell, that "Thanks" was unexpected and I'm surprised she was able to keep moving after she heard it instead of calling it out.
Maybe she just really needs the sleep after all she's done for him. She deserves it!
"Split Second Leadership by Curtis Philbrick, read by the best Rookie you've ever trained."
Tim can't help but smile at that. And it's a real smile. The kind the shows his teeth and reaches his eyes. The kind Lucy won't see, yet.
Lucy offered Tim a piece of herself when she handed over that audio recording. No, it's not romantic. But it is a gift, nonetheless. This was above and beyond anything required of her as a Rookie—she did it as a friend.
And Tim accepted the gift. I don't think we talk enough about this. Lucy sent him food one episode ago and he told her she "shouldn't have". But there's no fighting this gift.
Because the events of 2x01 were a big shift for these two that we don't talk enough about. Lucy making it to the halfway mark and doing well on her exam. Lucy calling Tim on his shit when he tried to distance himself from her by being extra assholery. Lucy going beast-mode chasing that fake cop.
And here we are in 2x02 and Tim who was humbled by Lucy one episode ago is now unintentionally wounded. Because he thinks she sees him as "less than". He thinks her opinion of him somehow lessened because he's been raised to see a "learning disability" as a bad thing.
When Lucy turns it around at the end and says it's his super power, that's powerful. She helped him see himself in a different way. The king of coming at something sideways has met his match. So, what could he say after a gift like that? He wouldn't reject it. He couldn't.
Because Lucy gave him the gift of a shift in perspective. And those readers who are from the future, like me, know he'll repay that gift in a huge way in that same room not too long from now.
They're not in love, yet. But they are on their way to friendship, and learning one another's love languages on the way. So if when they finally arrive at love, it'll be a deep love. It'll be a love that grows. It'll be a love that thrives.
Because true love often takes effort... but it's worth it.
Tim Pays it Forward
Look, Tim takes care of his people. We already know that. But I also like to think that Tim recognized something of himself in Rex thanks to Lucy's kindness.
Rex doesn't like asking for help. Neither does Tim. But if Tim isn't careful, he could end up like Rex.
Now, Rex likely didn't have a Lucy. But, he does have a Tim. And that's damn good, too.
As ever, thank you for reading. This one is one I'm super passionate about with my family history and the children I'm raising.
Now, I'm not going to pretend it's all peachy-keen. It can be really, really tough raising three neurodivergent children, and there are very bad days. But for Tim, his learning disability really can be a super power.
Also, oh, isn't it fun watching Tim and Lucy of Season 2 on their way? So much fun!
Hope your weekend's been lovely! Mine's been so quiet, it's lovely. Currently have three Littles in bed with me as we have a pajama/movie day. It's the little things!
See you on the next!
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Good to see you're doing well! I'm currently recovering from having surgery on my broken leg from an accident. I got that awkward leg cast and that dang knee scooter - which honestly is a hassle to use in my house so I'm just having to use a cane to get around short distances. Aside from that, the pain is unbearable at times even with meds and sleeping is quite uncomfortable. I've been confined to the couch mostly since it's easier to handle my laptop for classes. Could I request some comfort of our lovely men with their s/o going through with such? Thanks so much for your time and hope all is well and improves for the better!
No Leg Scooter for You!
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📍First off, may your leg heal well and you will be able to eventually do all you used to. My rotator cuff is stabilizing and as long as I haven't any restrictions to movement for most part, surgery isn't required. Says my PT person😊
Sorry this is taking so long😕…I have written stuff before on s/o injured and also sick..but I thought I would add some personal touches for your ask.
Here We Go…🦼
I have heard something about those scooters. My dad's leg slips off it and he still can't put any pressure on his partially amputated foot, from diabetes. Also a couple co-workers who also had surgery.
Crutches are not reliable enough to not have falls and wheelchairs are a problem in small hallways and how poorly older places, disabled bathrooms are a joke!
⚕️Note: Google provides a speak to text program for students with writing difficulties. Special Needs uses this to assist in writing assignments for English papers in American High Schools
🪢Starting with our tired teacher-Shouta Aizawa
•One thing immediately would be Shouta's knowledge with his capture weapon and creating ceiling hand loops to reach for to assist in standing.
•Get the UA excavation pro hero and teacher Power Loader to come up with stuff like a uniform to assist movement. Or construction on more disability modification. ( Pro Hero and faculty member at U.A. High School who manages the Support Course Development Studio.)
Being in charge of Support Course would mean approval of your place…
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⚜️Next is Vampire Hunter D.
•In D's time you would be either in the Capital or staying at a location with advanced technology. Both humans and computers would be at your assistance.
•Attending college means you're rare and have unique intelligence as such students receive free college funded by the Capital.
•The Capital is leery of D and his status as Sacred Ancestor's son but would permit the dhampir to reside or come and go as needed.
Anything not provided or well enough gets a visit from D..
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🍷Nightmare of a Shadow King Alucard
•Assisting with his shadows and darkness manipulation:
1. Help with getting you around safely.
2. Helping threaten those that don't help quickly.
3. Visit to the dean of college to "persuade" best available.
•And if you need typing done, you dictate and Alucard's shadows do the tying for you. To see so many whisps of shadow tendrils is never wracking but better than Alucard using too much vampiric strength breaking the keyboard!
You get to spend more free time with Vampire King..
Power Loader
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⚙️ Post Opt Surgery
I recently had surgery and I've been mostly confined to the bed or couch because everything hurts with the abdominal. It's very difficult and painful to get up to go to the toilet and even to the kitchen to make something simple to eat. The only "restful" sleep I get is when I take the strong pain med and that only lasts so long. How would the men care for their s/o that's struggling with post-op recovery? Please and thanks so much for your writing!
📍This one I have had personal experience with a c-section and the pain meds didn't work well. Hope you are on the mend now. Took 2 weeks for me to be independent. So here we go…
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⛩️•Aizawa
•If a surgery is planned, Aizawa takes leave. He has like 5 years of medical/sick leave unused. Borrowed a car that you don't have to step up or lower down to get in.
•If not planned, he will get Mic and Midnight on class 1-A duty. Shouta knows it's nerve wracking even if the procedure is standard or has a high success rate of recovery.
•Planned meals cooked and frozen so just heat and eat.
•If Shouta is out of the room grading then it's understood you page him by phone. Texas but more likely calls as Aizawa doesn’t check his texts a lot.
•When in bed or on the couch, he waits for you to settle your feet on the floor and assist by using your hands and arms to rise up for standing.
•He showers with you to wash your hair. Just stand and enjoy his fingers softly massaging your head while shampooing your hair. He will tell you how beautiful you are but no harassing sexually in the shower except affectionate kisses.
"Do not be embarrassed babe about your situation now.." Shouta would remind you every day.
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🍷•Alucard
•Well he's a menace to society! And a little clueless on surgeries. He lives in a dark basement and never stays injured.
•Harassing Walter about what to feed you. Telling him how to make Romanian traditional meals and especially desserts. Certain foods are high in iron due to any blood loss during the surgery.
•You are currently in a room upstairs with an attached bathroom. Just getting up to go to the restroom is painful. If you wish to be downstairs during the day, Alucard shows off how his shadows can lift you safely and bring you down the steep stairs.
•He's more reactionary and moody. You are the light in the darkness for him. Alucard completes missions with due haste and doesn’t 'take the bait' if Anderson is in England/London.
•The first few days he will be available for whatever you need, which is usually getting help to stand up and sit down. You simply say his name in your mind.
"You called scumpetea mea (my little darling)?"
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⚜️• Vampire Hunter D
•This would be one occasion that you would temporarily reside at a noble's residence. Of course vampire free.
•Often there was a medical lab to heal a noble's favorite humans. Strange as that might sound. Technology is still more advanced than humans, so more capable of taking care and helping you heal quicker.
•Readily available food stored and water from an underground well. You will be fed like a queen.
"Wear this for now," D tells while taking his blue stones necklace off. "You need to be safer here than me."
The creepy part is when Lefty comes scampering in minus the rest of D to check on you..
And finally Vlad the Impaler King
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🩸•Vladcard
•Vlad would be most concerned about your healing and not getting an infection. He would monitor the incision for redness and inflammation. His sensitive nose can smell infection easily. The Impaler knows how to do first aid kind of care but true medical procedures, not really.
•If the pain isn't able to be managed then out comes the alchemist knowledge and old Wallachia healing herbs too.
•You would have a servant at your call when he is unable to be here for you. Healthiest food and good water for you. (remember still didn't really understand parasites in the water)
•Be in on the doctor visits and learn how you are progressing so far. Fresh air sitting on a balcony or carried to a flowerbed to just reconnect with the real world once more.
And finally Vlad would insist you drink a full glass of specifically spiced red wine. And you kinda figure you don't want to know the special ingredient..
".Doamna mea, bea acum. Nu voi accepta nici un refuz. (My lady, drink up now. I will accept no refusal..)..."
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Ask: Alucard Aizawa D s/o injured
How would D, Alucard, and Aizawa react if they found out their s/o was injured?
I will work in order of how they are listed.
⚜️D
•If in combat, he would finish the fight quickly and then begin to do first aid. The scent of blood will bring more monsters your way.
• He now keeps his medic kit up to date. He would forget keeping the kit stocked in the past, being alone and regenerating.
•If need be, find a Noble castle abandoned to have access to medical help as in drugs and advanced medical devices. Sometimes frontier towns don't even have regular doctors but traveling ones.
•D would seem steady and stoic. He is effective with care. Other humans would think he's cold and doesn't care deeply about you.
•But his touch and facial expressions, shows how much concern he has for you. He speaks softly, as his voice keeps you calm and settled.
•His travel blanket around you, his scent on it and then warm tea or some cool to drink. And a stash of a favorite comfort food.
🍷 Alucard
•Oh! If someone messed up at their job, they will be paying in hell. No one leaves you in danger of injury and you will have trouble convincing him that you can return to work out in the field.
•It's a good lesson for him though. He gets so into his monologue that he forgets his surroundings and that's when humans get hurt. Or worse, killed.
•If you get injured in a mundane way, he will give you a bad time but lovingly. And of course once he knows it's not lethal, his long thick tongue slides out to wash you clean of your precious split blood. Can't have that going to waste now. And the rumbling vampiric purr as the Vampire King wraps his tall body around you, to keep you safe from yourself.
•He would eventually start spoiling you with comfort food and a body massage but first you have to learn your lesson before he pampers you.
And it's on his time…not yours. Don't even think about pouting.
🪢Shota/Shouta Aizawa
•He sees how he is with his students. Now multiply that by a thousand and that's you. If doing patrols or hero work then expect him to train you further so it won't happen again.
•If a civilian then what you can do to lessen your chances of a villain attack. He would lose his cool a little and you shouldn't have done what you did. But you have a right to live in the real world and not a padded cell called home.
•Run of the mill avoided. He would analyze and see if future accidents and injuries can be avoided. You know they make sharpened plastic chopping knives that don't cut your hands and mesh gloves to wear for cutting when cooking.
(Special needs approved, as they have a right to live as independently as they can too. That's how I know about this stuff.)
•An evening off in which you two just spend time together. Maybe cooking dinner and cuddling on the couch watching your favorite show or movie.
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📌 In Health and in Sickness
Hello. Do you have headcanons of D, Alucard, and Aizawa taking care of their sick s/o?
This is a good one! When sick we are often at our weakest point mentally and physically. So I will start in the order of three as listed.
Couple notes about my Hellsing alternative universe (my stories he cannot love as he believes he has forgotten how or never truly loved as a human. A human has four slots: food, chew toy, human pet and finally companion. I am letting slide his emotional attachment to include gestures of being loving though he most likely wouldn't be. He is a real fucking Vampire)
a. Alucard can take his original form of Vlad but he is unable to gain access to the powers associated with that ultimate form. It can become painful in hours as the sigils of Hellsing are straining constantly to return to the level of 3 or ideally higher.
In my Hellsing world, Alucard tests his occult bindings on a regular occasion. He still keeps secrets on how well the sigil holds him. Integra is nice to him but he is still a slave to Hellsing.
b. Dr. Pine (I created so less detail to keep creating for my stories) is the on manor, general doctor in the hospital wing. The Wild Geese have enough casualties on a regular basis for an in house doctor.
Here we go…
⚜️Vampire Hunter D
•D would be my first choice for sick care. He has had around 10,000 years to learn and in his time period, medicine is more advanced. He also has the money should you need something special for that expense.
•That said, he would be knowledgeable in plant ingredients and possibly some Nobility monsters having medicinal properties. If you wanted only plant based, killing monsters makes you less inclined to take your medicine. Synthetically produced medical components.
•If you were required to stay in a frontier town, he would be at your side. If need be, Lefty can be separated from D's wrist to retrieve small items. Though people will be freaked out, it's about you getting well. This is most likely food, including comfort foods.
"You know you're a slave driver…"Lefty grumbles. "Can I hold, say their ass at some point?"
"No." Would be all D would say.
Lefty bites the kleenex box of tissues, mumbling. "Nhmm..D..ergh.."
🍷Alucard
•The Eldritch vampire may be mouthy and bad innuendos but never when you are sick. He tries not to have to go on missions or they go super fast. No taunting his freak enemies. He needs to get back to you. In his time period (1431-1476), people got sick and died. Few recovered from serious illness.
•Good thing resident Dr. Pine can work under extreme bodily threat from an unhappy Vampire King. If a high fever won't break, Alucard will accompany you in the cool water. His concern is from the inability to control high fever in his time was less successful.
•It was believed, though not historically proven, Kazikli Viovode was a practicing alchemist. When other medical drugs fail then he is "cookin" in the basement.
•He would make a life debt if he needed to go to other beings at Chateau Sanguine. (300+ London hotel for supernatural nature/paranormal beings to live. A being can ask for sanctuary and Alucard obeys the rule. He just waits for the being to leave the hotel to exterminate)
•You may need to remind Alucard needs to drink his blood. Taking care of you also means he takes care of himself.
"Scumpa mea/meu, you need to get well. I miss your regular company through Hellsing…"
🪢Shota/Shouta Aizawa
•Shota? He will get even less sleep, trying to get you well. You have to remind him constantly to eat and sleep too.
•His treatments may also include herbal remedies and teas. The intake of vitamins like vitamin C increased. When modern medicine isn't cutting it.
•Unfortunately once you are better, if it's like a virus, he will be down sick now. So you both know how you take care of each other and shorten the healing time.
His hand stroking your sweaty forehead,"I'll help get you well in no time.."
•All three would also be by your side as much as possible. With D and Alucard, the worrying of them catching something is not a concern.
@artsy-jandi @amikartest @xhunniebunx @stygianoir @three-of-crows
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blurglesmurfklaine · 11 months
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omg I need to hear your thoughts on teachers!Javey because that makes my brain go BRRRRRRR
OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. I can already tell this is going to be long winded so. apologies.
To understand why Teachers!Javey has a grip on my two brain cells like a dog has on his chew toy, we must first understand the types of students they are.
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Jack Kelly is never really the stereotypical "good" student. He's a ward of the state, probably has some sort of undiagnosed learning disability that all his teachers attributed to him being a poor student with lousy attendance. Reading and writing is difficult for him from an early age, and he's okay with math until they introduce fucking word problems--what is that about? Why are they putting reading in math?
Every teacher from first to fifth grade he has can see that when Jack speaks to his peers, he's intelligent. He's a natural born leader and trend setter amongst the students. It's such a shame he's wasting his potential. It's such a shame that he never finishes his exams on time, and chooses to waste time doodling in the margins instead. It's such a shame he's only ever at school half the time, the other half out and about doing God knows what.
It's such a shame that every single teacher he had for the first eleven years of his life just assumed his failure was a deliberate choice.
But he finds solace in arts and craft time in elementary, and then is delighted to find out he can have art class every single day, for an entire period in middle school.
Teachers get meaner in middle school. Jack's smart mouth gets smarter--or dumber, according to his seventh grade History teacher, who loudly announces that Jack has the lowest grade out of everyone in his class. Jack stops showing up to History after that, but manages to scrape by with a C by convincing this girl, Katherine, to do his work for him, and he'll finish her art project she needs to get her Fine Arts credit.
(They date for a while and ofc decide they're better off as friends)
He meets Miss Medda his freshman year of high school, because the counselors screwed up his schedule and put him in Theatre instead of Art for his elective class. He needs remedial English Language Arts and Reading classes, both of which are during the only Art classes his stupid school offers. But Miss Medda is kind, treats him with respect, and after Jack accidentally leaves his sketchbook behind, offers to let him do backdrops for her plays instead of having to act in them.
Jack really can't afford to make time for this kind of long-term project--he's got to walk his little brothers (who aren't... legally his brothers, but... it's easier to just call them his brothers) home from their school, and then helps them with their homework best he can because he's not going to let them struggle the way he does and Tony is starting to get in fights, which is really, really stressing Charlie out and--
Miss Medda offers to let them stay in the theatre while the younger kids work on their schoolwork and Jack on his paintings.
It's an excuse to stay away from the Refuge an hour longer. It's an offer Jack can't refuse.
It's Miss Medda who first suggests to Jack he might be dyslexic. Jack's never even heard that word before, but it sparks a light of hope in him. He's not stupid. He's just--wired differently.
A diagnosis is not easy to come by. Jack has no legal guardians who can request testing from the school on his behalf, and Mr. Snyder sure as hell isn't going to shell out the money to do it third party. Miss Medda says she's doing it to streamline the testing, but when Snyder calls him in to say she's requested to foster him, Race, and Charlie, it takes every ounce of Jack's willpower not to cry right then and there.
School was never easy for Jack, and it still isn't, but it's amazing how much easier it becomes when he's got something that resembles a home. A soft bed, with clean sheets. A diagnosis. A family.
College is a possibility. It becomes a reality when Medda helps him submit his application to NYU.
Even though he's an art major, he's got to take basics. A computer that can read his assignments to him helps get him through with flying colors.
Medda assures him he doesn't have to do this for her. He's not. He's doing it for the fourteen year old Jack who needed a teacher like Miss Medda--and now, one like him.
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David Jacobs is the stereotypical "good" student. Math, Science, History--it all comes incredibly easy to him from a young age. But especially Reading and Writing.
He finishes assignments early for the sole purpose of having more free time in class that he uses to read. Six years in a row, he's the top reader in his entire district, even beating out kids in high school starting from the seventh grade.
Students adore him, teachers love him, and his parents are proud as they could be.
Most kids are impressed. Some think he's doing it to show off, but he does it because there's nothing else he'd rather be doing. No amount of parties or dances can measure up to the way the ending to Of Mice and Men broke his heart, or the way Jodi Picoult's Leaving Time put it back together.
He loves analyzing the worlds he's being sucked into, highlighting passages that make him feel a certain type of way, and analyzing them to understand what makes them so powerful. He loves the power authors give their readers--to escape this world, to find meaning in theirs.
When he gets accepted to Colombia, it just makes sense for him to be an English major.
And he loves every second of it.
He loves writing papers and sticking to the most outlandish interpretations of Kafka, joining the campus newspaper club--even all the terrible peer reviews he has to do. He adores it all.
And then he graduates.
Magna Cum Laude, of course.
And David's not really sure what to do.
And a few months of crashing on friends' couches until he can get something published turns into a year turns into eighteen months turns into "Don't sweat it, you'll find something," and "Hey, I know a guy at The World who'd love to have you write columns," and if one more person tells him about the twelve publishers who rejected Harry Potter, he is going to pop a vein.
And then he's working for a Tax Attorney's office as a secretary and he hates every stupid minute of it, but it pays the bills for about a year before the office downsizes due to an actual fucking pandemic and decides he's the first to go.
He crashes with Sarah until quarantine is over. Then he spends another year working odds-and-ends jobs to help her with rent because he is not a freeloader with an English degree, for fuck's sake.
Sarah sends him a listing for a teaching position at a district in Brooklyn. Alternative Certification paid for by the campus. Eleventh Grade English.
It's a steady income, and he has an entire year to get his teaching certificate.
David applies for the position, not expecting to even really be considered, but in this teacher shortage--all the school is looking for, really, is a warm body.
David accepts the job.
He's always been good at school.
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There's a weird, lanky looking guy who comes into Jack's class unannounced, accompanied by the academic dean, who informs Jack (with absolutely no heads up) that Mr. Jacobs is their newest English teacher and needs three more hours of live Observations before he's allowed to begin his classes.
Jack is less than thrilled at being observed for the last half of the day, but Mr. Jacobs smiles awkwardly and waves and that’s the end of that. Jack is instantly endeared by this guy who is way in over his head.
The academic Dean leaves, and Mr. Jacobs retrieves a binder and notebook from his messenger bag. As Jack resumes his lesson, the newest teacher takes fastidious notes throughout.
Jack has to actively try not to smile when one of his students goes to Mr. Jacobs for help with a guided practice warm up sketch. Mr. Jacobs seems surprised, but easily answers the questions best he can.
At least this new guy seems to care.
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At the end of the day, David gathers his things into his bag and heads towards Mr. Kelly, extending his hand. “Thanks so much for this, Mr. Kelly. I really appreciate it.”
“Call me Jack.” He takes David’s hand.
“David.”
“Nice to meet you, Davey.” David’s stomach does a funny little flip at the nickname. It rolls off of Jack’s tongue so casually, so easily, that David doesn’t even feel the need to correct him. “If ya have any other questions, lemme know.”
David digs a pen out of his front pocket and extends it to Jack. “No questions, but could I get your signature on my observations sheet?”
“‘Course.”
The pen passes between their hands and with it, a bolt of electricity David wonders if he’s imagining, but hopes he isn’t.
He is not ogling the muscles of Jack’s hands as they sign the papers, and he’s definitely not noticing the way Jack’s smock hugs his waist where it’s tied behind his back, or the way his rolled up sleeves seem to broaden his shoulders.
“I noticed you have pictures detailing the steps on each of your assignment packets,” David says, redirecting his train of thought towards something work-appropriate.
“Reading ain’t so easy for all kids.”
Jack says it like it’s the simplest explanation in the world, with a shrug and an inherent understanding of this demographic that David lacks.
He hands the pen back to David, along with the paperwork, now donning his signature is messy script letters.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. I’m down the hall.” David has never been particularly boy crazy, but even he is not immune to the charms of Jack’s radiant smile. “If you ever need anything, Davey.”
It’s an offer for mentorship, not a marriage proposal. And still, color rises to David’s cheeks, despite his best efforts to remain cool.
“I’ll uh, see you around.” The words come out high and strangled in his throat, eliciting the widening of Jack’s already knee-weakening, cocky, shit eating grin, but David still hopes there’s truth to them.
It’s clear he has a lot to learn from Jack.
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Jack pops in to Davey’s room once during his own lunch, and is delighted to find out Pulitzer High’s newest addition has the same period off.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Davey is smart as a whip, he’s passionate, he’s organized (which comes in handy on a Teacher Work Day. Davey spends some time helping Jack organize supplies, and Jack hangs up art and decorations he’d made for Davey’s room).
He finds out that teaching wasn’t always in the plan for Davey, it was just something he sort of fell into. And still, Jack can see the effort he puts into his lesson plans, the quick way he’s learning the ropes and never makes the same mistake twice.
Jack knows teachers who’ve been doing this for years, and don’t have the dedication to self-improvement that Davey has.
And not that Jack is into the habit of checking out his coworkers, but Davey sure as hell ain’t ugly.
He's got a smile that makes you feel like a winner, if you've earned one from him, and he's surprisingly strong (as Jack found out on the aforementioned Teacher Work Day, his mind sputtering and stalling like a dying car when he saw Davey haul out three huge boxes of art supplies from his closet).
Lunch together becomes a regular thing. Which means Davey has words to say about Jack's typical lunch--or lack thereof. One day, Davey unceremoniously presents Jack with a Tupperware of latkes.
“Eat,” he orders.
Jack side eyes him. “I got lunch right here.”
“Cup-O-Noodles is not a meal.”
“Lunch doesn't have to be a meal.”
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Oh, so you've never heard yourself speak?"
"Shut up and take the damn potatoes."
They're heavenly and damn delicious.
In return, Jack brings him a tub of spaghetti the next week.
"Eat," he mimics. Davey gives him a withering glance and Jack clarifies. "It's my ma's recipe. You won't regret it."
"Ah, so you can be a functioning adult," Davey teases. "You just choose not to."
Because Jack's got exactly two brain cells, and both of them are focused on Davey taking an uncharacteristically messy bite of the meal Jack's prepared for them, he says, offhandedly, "I choose to, for you."
Davey nearly coughs up his spaghetti, but doesn't mention it again.
Other than that, things at Pulitzer High are great. Quiet, even. Easy.
And then they get The Memo.
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“I honestly don’t see what’s so bad about becoming a charter school.”
“Davey,” Jack hisses. Even though Jack seems upset, it doesn't stop the warmth in his stomach at hearing the nickname. “Davey, Davey, Davey. Charter schools get public funding, but they get to decide which kids stay and which kids go. Those signs that say 100% passing rates of standardized testing? It’s because they kick out anyone who can’t meet it. Including kids with LDs and 504 plans. It ain’t right.”
“Shit, I didn't know that. That's fuckin' awful."
"On top of that, you don't have to be certified to be hired."
"I'm not certified," Davey points out.
"Yeah, but you enrolled in one of them ACPs--so you will be. Charter schools don't require the year grace period because they don't require certification. Look, I'm not saying that every teacher in this country is perfect, or hell, even at this school. But it takes a lot of effort to get certified--even if it's not a perfect system--and I don't think it's something we should bypass. If Pulitzer goes Charter, Admin determines your hours, not the board. And kids with lower income households and undiagnosed LDs are gonna bear the brunt of these so-called higher standards. They'll fall right through the cracks, and ain't nothing we can do about it."
A tense silence falls between them, and Davey isn't quite sure how to respond. He doesn't disagree with anything Jack's said, now that he's informed, but he's at a loss regardless.
"I... Sorry, this sorta shit just gets me all worked up. I feel so... so stupidly helpless."
"No, no," Davey says quickly, reaching across the table to clasp Jack's hand in his. It comes automatically, before his brain has the good sense to cross it. Jack looks down at their twined hands, lips parted in what Davey thinks (hopes) might be a breathless gasp. "I get it."
Clearing his throat, he tears his hands away and tucks them beneath the table. He faces away, training his gaze to the creepy portrait of their school's namesake that's hung in the Teacher's Lounge and--
Shit.
Davey has an idea.
A big, stupid, risky idea.
A big, stupid, risky idea that might just be big and stupid and risky enough to impress Jack Kelly, who almost prides himself on being all those things.
"You know about Joseph Pulitzer?" Davey finally asks.
“Yeah, wasn’t he some big time publisher or something?”
“He was. He also tried raising newspaper prices for kids who made a living selling them.”
“Sounds like a real sweetie. Taking advantage of a buncha kids like that.”
“I mean, they did fight back. Gotta give them that credit.”
“They fought back? Against a giant like Pulitzer? How’d they manage that?”
“Well.” Davey turns to meet Jack’s gaze. “They went on strike.”
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juleskelleybooks · 3 months
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Year-End Wrap Up 2023
Thank you to literally everyone who has engaged with the work I've managed to put out despite everything. It was all carved out of me at great cost and with great love, and sharing it brings me joy and is why I keep doing it. Below are some numbers and some thoughts just to quantify things, but thanks.
Stats:
Words Published - 92,122 Words Written - Estimated somewhere in the 50k range Works Published - 2 Units Sold - 399 (self published titles only, includes free downloads) Milestones - Got to sign my physical book in a local bookstore and be featured on their social media as a local author; entered my book to be judged as part of the Lambda Literary Awards
Goals for Next Year:
Actually start keeping track of sales per title etc.
Start tracking words written
Thoughts:
This is mostly for myself, because I have a hard time with things like "accomplishments" and "chronological time" and "object permanency", and because I'm always looking ahead at what I want to have done, like I'm climbing uphill, and all progress feels slow. Sometimes it's good to look back at how far you've come.
At the end of last year, I parted professional ways with my agent (lovely person though she is), so this year was already a bit new in a lot of ways.
In April, Night Is For Hunting released. It's the second Moonrise book, and was intended to be the middle in a trilogy, but the final book has since been canceled (at my request) because I realized that the third book is not within timely reach for me. Still kind of feeling the sting of that. I'm also not super happy with parts of NIFH, as I pushed through places in order to hit (an already extended) deadline. I had grand plans for sections of the book that I just didn't have time to wrangle.
That's kind of a theme for this year, is that I'm learning that being disabled does unfortunately mean that I am less able to do things on the schedule or to the intensity or degree that I wish that I could. The whole reason I went fully self-pub without my lovely agent was because I knew I couldn't have both work that at least approaches my standards and also a standardized publishing schedule. Not at this point in my life, anyway.
In July, Stars Still Fall was released. I wrote what I consider the pivotal scene in that story back in 2018, and have been obsessed with it ever since, so finishing it was accomplishing a major goal. I let myself take my time to get really indulgent with the prose in places, which I enjoyed a lot. I keep poking at it to see if there's any places I'm unhappy with, that I want to change, and so far I haven't found any. (This isn't, of course, to say that it's above criticism. I'm sure it isn't all to everyone's taste. But I'm happy.) I may update the cover at some point to change the typography for the title, because I think it could be better and do better justice to the actual art.
Looking Ahead:
Blackthorn (low-tech space western, bi4bi m/f) seems to have pulled ahead out of the primordial soup of WIPs for now and is rattling full steam ahead. I'm not going to set a due date until I'm closer to the end, but with any luck, I might manage to finish it within two years?
Other projects that are starting to solidify are A Touch of Magic (witchy single dad whose daughter casts a love spell to try to save his job), A Time For Us (completely reworked reissue of M Jules Aedin title Windows in Time featuring a modern-day person helping ghosts from the 1940s at the risk of his own happiness), and whatever I end up renaming Late Blooming (gray-ace middle school teacher finds out he's same-sex attracted shortly after his 40th birthday and a lot of things start making sense, but his crush on the uncle of one of his students is not one of those things).
Thank you, and happy new year!
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tot-musica · 1 year
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Hello! This is a sideblog where I take One Piece Ship Requests and One Piece x Reader Requests. Headcanons, Au's, Drabbles, Mini-fics, Prompts, you name it!
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I will write for pretty much any OP character, and I love writing especially for those more rare pairings. I will do Platonic, Romantic, Enemies/Rivals, and occasional NSFW, but only those I'm comfortable with - feel free to ask, I will let you know, and it's nothing personal!
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I do any kind of reader character - gender identity, romantic/sexual orientation, body type, race (real-life or fictional races), age (no nsfw for minors), disabilities, occupation, etc.
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And here's another general list of things I may have not mentioned that I will and/or will not write:
Things I will do:
NSFW
Horror
Gore/Injury/Wump scenarios
Character with past traumas
Multi-Ships/Polyamory
Comedy and/or utter senseless-ness
Things I will not do:
R*pe/Non-Con - Exception would be roleplay, or a character having a previous bad experience
Underage nsfw - platonic stuff only
Incest - that includes non-biological family as well
Infidelity - includes canonical ships, unless it's polyamory.
Anything to do with ... I'll call it excrement
Character death - My heart just can't handle it 😢. Near death or temporary death is okay.
Animal ab*se
Fetishization of things like race, disabilities, just creepy things basically.
Drugs and drug addiction
Certain kinks - Master/pet, teacher/student, feeding/stuffing kink.
Probably not Alpha/beta/omega stuff because I'm not well-versed in it.
Descriptive things about Pregnancy - idk what it is, pregnancy just makes me kinda uncomfortable.
Once again, feel free to ask if you're unsure ☺️
I may also just post my own drabbles or headcanons from time to time.
I will warn that I am the slowest being on the planet. A sloth types faster than me. But do not lose hope, If I am still alive, I'll be damned if I don't finish what I've started. If I stop replying it's because a coworker decided to use me as food or something.
Link to Character List:
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Hi Saki!!! Hope you're well! If you're up for it can I please request a gn!reader with iruka love confession with the prompt "I thought you knew you've always been my favorite". If not no worries and have a good day!
i thought you knew you've always been my favorite
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pairing: iruka umino x disabled!reader
cw: fluff, reader uses a wheelchair— both of their legs were amputated. one below the knees while the other was fully amputated because of a mishap during a mission.
a/n: hi my dear anon! it's nice to see you back, how are you doing? thanks for the request and i hope you don't mind me making the reader disabled. i am very sorry if i have made any mistakes regarding disabled people and if you, as a disabled person, find anything written under the cut offensive or simply wrong please bring it to my attention with the correct way to write it so that i don't make the same mistakes again. again, if you like it then please, reblog.
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channeling your chakra in the wheels of your wheelchair, you made your way towards the staff room. you greeted the teachers you met in the corridors who sent you warm smiles and nods of acknowledgement and good mornings.
as soon as you reached the doors, you leaned forward to open the door only for someone to pull the handle from the opposite side. dark eyes landed down on you, making them shine with joy upon seeing you. a smile adorned his lips as he opened the door wider for your wheelchair to fit inside.
"name-sensei! good morning. how are you doing?" iruka enquires, forgetting the reason for which he had opened the door in the first place.
"good morning, iruka-sensei. i am just fine, how are you doing? how is that burn naruto caused the other day?"
chuckling he waved his hand, deeming the burn insignificant. "it's nothing (name), i have dealt with worse."
"i know but you should really keep that prankster in check." a fond smile made its way to your lips which always happens when you think about the little blond.
"do you think i haven't tried? but that little menace never listens." he sighs. "and frankly, i can't really get mad at him for too long. he's only a kid."
nodding your head, smile still in place you silently agree with the brunet. it really is hard to retain your anger for long when it comes to naruto. he is just too adorable, especially when he gives a foxy childish apologetic smile.
you were too busy in your musings that you failed to notice the change in iruka's demeanor. flicking his eyes between you and his fingers he contemplated if asking you out on a date would be a good decision or not. not one to take risks and the last person to ever even think about making someone uncomfortable, he had his doubts regarding you. he was half sure you would say no. but the other half was hopeful.
never lose hope. and always believe in yourself.
he had heard these lines quite a lot since he had met the young uzumaki. what was the harm in trying? besides you were an understanding and mature individual, surely you would handle it as such.
but as soon as he finished repeating his half-assed positive affirmations to himself, the bell rang, indicating the start of the school and the first class for the children waiting to learn some new ninja tricks.
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it wasn't breaking news to anybody that iruka was head over heels in love with you. in fact the whole school faculty as well as the other jonin teachers were aware of iruka's long term crush on you.
well calling it a crush makes it sound embarrassing and pathetic. for god's sake you two were adults. but all in all it was common knowledge to everyone….. except you.
cliché, i know. but it's cliché for a reason because dumbasses like you both exist in abundance.
like yeah sure iruka was always ready to help you without you even opening your mouth for help. sure he always sat next to you in between classes and during lunch breaks. sure he always waited for you and even stayed back after school just because you had paperwork to do. he was free to go and free to spend his free time doing whatever he wants instead of wasting his time in that same, old building, helping you with the same old school work he just got free from. but for him it wasn't a waste of time. he genuinely likes spending his free hours with you because you made him happy. sure he offered to spend time after school and "hang out" together, always making plans to see you more often rather than just restricting it to staff room and corridors. sure he was always a listening ear when you were frustrated and tired because teaching is a hard job and teachers don't get nearly appreciated enough. sure he was one of the first people to help you when you first started using wheelchairs and having amputated legs was still fairly new to you.
but that's just because iruka umino is an amazing human being. rare to find. with a big heart, who is ready to help anyone in need. who is hard working and takes his job seriously and cares about each one of his students even though there isn't always something he can do for certain children. iruka who's heart aches when he sees how cruel the shinobi world can be—especially to the kids. iruka who makes you laugh and smile even when he is hurting himself just because seeing you laugh with him fills the void in his heart, to the point he almost forgets about the world around him. it's just you and him at that time.
but these feelings weren't just exclusive to him. you weren't a stranger to these lovesick emotions that clog your mind every morning as you get ready for work and every night before you hit the bed. if someone were to actually observe you when iruka rambled about something to you, they would surely notice big red hearts in your irises.
you were just as much in love with your colleague as he was with you if not more. but the feelings were kept hidden inside for you both felt your they were unrequited.
kakashi, kurenai and asuma often facepalmed when it came to you both because yes, it was so damn obvious. but they didn't dare interfere because they wanted this love story to grow and blossom on its own.
———
you had decided to do some grocery shopping today and also treat yourself with some good food at a fancy restaurant. you had really tough weeks this last month and had worked tirelessly on multiple things without breaks.
looking around the hustling and bustling streets of konoha, your wandering gaze landed on iruka. eyes sparkling upon seeing your lover boy *ahem* friend, yeah friend, you channeled more chakra to your wheels in order to reach towards him faster.
the wheels stopped rotating though as the chakra connection broke. eyes losing their shine and your smile dropping, your brain registered the scene in front of you.
iruka, with someone else, in a very close proximity, laughing about something together. that someone else's hands landed on his bicep. and the worst part? iruka didn't seem to mind it one bit. in fact you saw him indulge them more with his sense of humour that was the reason for so many of your smiles.
you had seen enough. it was enough to break your heart as well as the fantasies you had sown in your brain when you laid on your bed, that you hoped could be true someday. it was a faint, silly hope but at least it was alive. well, not anymore it isn't.
backtracking the wheelchair, you slowly and gloomily made your way back to your apartment. grocery bags on your lap and all plans of that fancy meal thrown to the trash bin and now forgotten. you weren't in the mood anymore.
"(name)!" iruka yelled as he came running towards your retreating form.
"hey! it's good to see you here. i was actually about to come to your place." he smiled, as if you didn't just find him flirting with that someone else.
"why?" your answer came out dull and dry, unlike your usually cheery and indulging replies. iruka seemed to notice the shift in energy but decided to shrug it off.
smiling shyly and fiddling with his fingers, he let out a nervous laugh, "i was thinking maybe if you wanted to go to some fancy restaurant. it had been a very busy month for us teachers so i thought it wouldn't be bad if we decided to treat ourselves a little. besides you were the one who was burdened the most but you still managed to do everything flawlessly. you never fail to amaze me, (name)."
if it were any other time you would have been trying to hide a flustered smile upon hearing his sweet words but now they seemed to just hurt you more, sending another dagger through your already broken heart.
moving your chair slowly you moved ahead as iruka made his way behind you until you were away from the busy market street and now in a more secluded place.
"it's okay, iruka. it isn't really a big deal. besides i saw you were busy with someone else anyways. you shouldn't leave your partner alone like that you know, it's rude."
standing motionless, iruka blinked. it took him some time to chew and digest the words that you had just spewn.
"....what?"
scoffing and turning your head away from him you retort, "why do you act like i am talking like a mad man who doesn't know what he is saying? i have two functional eyes, you know. i can see."
"well clearly they aren't functional because you obviously can't see. if you just saw that person i was talking to and think that they are my "partner" let me tell you, that is anko, and she has a girlfriend. she is just a little touchy and flirty with everyone but it's harmless. we are just good friends and have been for years now. i am sure you have heard, interesting stories about our dear anko."
"she is that anko?" wide eyes stared at the man standing in front of you.
"indeed." he nodded, arms crossed.
"...oh." well now it was your turn to feel shy and embarrassed.
"(name), i thought you knew you've always been my favorite." iruka began. he didn't know where he found the courage to say something like that but his guts were telling, no, screaming at him that it's now or never and this sudden adrenaline rush seemed to course through his veins. "i thought i made it clear that it is you who i want. in fact, it has always been you."
swallowing the nerves that had started settling in and complying to your guts who were also screaming that it's now or never, you replied to his love confession too, courtesy to your adrenal gland pumping its hormone.
it was as if the universe had planned this all and things seem to work in a flow. you two were finally confessing the feelings manifesting inside for years now, out of nowhere.
"iruka, it has always been you too. i love you."
"i love you too (name), a lot."
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misssakuramochi · 9 months
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Hehe am back with another request cause i really liked the persona one this time is fire emblem time
Fire Emblem (any of the games is fine I’ve played all 3 just surprise me) male matchup plz
Gender: cis female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: heterosexual ally
Zodiac: Capricorn
Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)
Mbti: infj
Enneagram: 2w1
Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)
Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself
Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)
Love language:
Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)
Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)
Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea
Who I dont want to be matched with: teachers/church of Seros, virion fredrick, gunther
Thanks again
I match you with...
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DEDUE
Dedue was the first person who came to mind for you! On one hand, your somewhat similar in the way you love, protect, and care for those close to you. You're kind of a mom/dad friend couple of the group! Both of you take care of one another when you get so wrapped up in caring for others that you forget yourselves. Your soft spoken and respectful nature draws Dedue in, and your earnest efforts melt his heart. He thinks your shyer side is the cutest, but he also understands being introverted ad an introvert himself, and never puts you in situations that make you uncomfortable. In fact, he's quite protective of you at all times.
HEADCANONS
○ Small and cute you say? When no one is around to make comment, Dedue loves to carry you. It's no trouble for him, hulking man he is, and he loves how close and useful he feels when he holds you that way.
○ Dedue knows how much words of affirmation mean to you. He's not the type to shower you with frivolous compliments, but whenever you do well he's always sure to give you genuine praise and tell you how proud he is. If anything, knowing how serious and earnest he is, it makes that mean all the more.
○ Along those lines, Dedue is a fantastic listener. Even when you think he's not paying attention, he'll surprise you by leaving small gifts of things you said you wanted, or you'll come home to find something you've dreaded doing done for you. Not only does Dedue listen, bit he proves it.
○ Because you're not the most confident person, you thought Dedue didn't like you at first! He tried to push you away, not wanting you caught up in his problems, but he couldn't stand to see how much it hurt you when he did. With a little pushing from literally all of his friends, and Dimitri in particular, Dedue caught you off guard completely when he told you his feelings.
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idyllic-affections · 10 months
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HELLO!! YOUR BAIZHU WITH CHRONICALLY ILL READER IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVERY HAPPENED!!! I've never seen a blog that does only platonic things, and as an aroace person, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I wasn't too sure if you requests were open or not, but I was wondering if you could make either some headcanons or a fic where the reader (from that series) has a flare up or gets sick and Baizhu takes care of them? I'm unfortunately sick right now (just in time for when my final school assignments are due, slay 😍) but found family and hurt/comfort are literally the best thing ever, and, if put together, I'm pretty sure will cure me /j. If you requests aren't open, then please disregard this message!
Anyway, I gotta go sleep before the fever messes up my brain (if it hasn't already); so good bye, and thank you again!!
a slip of the tongue.
summary. how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they fall ill?
trigger & content warnings. flu-like sickness, lighthearted mentions of death.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort-ish. baizhu & reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of invisible disability? it's rather visible to me & contains vaguely implied spoilers for baizhu's story quest.
author's thoughts. hello lovely!!! thank youu <3 i am slowly collecting people that like this series like how i collect shiny rocks. its great to get a request related to it. i hold this series very dearly, so please (and this goes for everyone reading this!) never be shy to send thoughts about it or requests related to it. anyway, i love catering to aroace folk, you all are so special to me. im on the aro spectrum myself, so i get it. i know from experience that it can be super frustrating looking for fanfic content that's non-romantic. please remember to take care of yourself! i totally understand the feeling of needing to finish final assignments while being sick. me and you are in the exact same boat LMAO... my requests are always open btw! ive no intention of ever closing them. in the end, i went with our poor reader being sick rather than having flare ups, since i already briefly touched on that idea in employee benefits.
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how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they're sick and out of commission?
baizhu is most often the first to know when they're sick or otherwise unwell. he's so impossibly attentive to their bodily condition, simply because their health is partially his responsibility. he's their teacher. what kind of mentor would neglect to take care of their apprentice? a bad one, that's what kind.
(he also feels somewhat indebted to them—even though they're chronically ill, they're always doing anything they can to help him recover after his "secret art" treatments. even though he's the doctor, they've helped care for him on more than one occasion. he has to return the favor whenever he can. just because he's older doesn't mean he gets to freely take advantage of their kindness.)
if he's not the first to know, he's the second, because the only instance where he wouldn't know first is if they woke up ill at home.
he'll always end up being the second to know, at the very least. someone will inform him of their condition, whether that be a parent or a sibling or another family member. sometimes a friend of theirs may tell him, such as xingqiu, chongyun, hu tao, or xiangling.
in hu tao's case... she may be distrustful of him, but she does tell him when they aren't well. [name] is a childhood friend of hers. she cares about their health and, surprisingly, doesn't want to put them in the ground just yet!
even though she dreads the path they've chosen to walk down... she still cares for them, very much so.
(junior herbalist!reader's lore drop is finally here?!?!?)
regardless of how baizhu finds out, they'll end up being cared for at the pharmacy.
though he could prescribe them medication and let them be taken care of at home...
he often wants to care for them himself.
gui has asked why in the past, and baizhu really has never had a good answer for him.
he's really not sure why he wants to be the one to monitor them. perhaps it's because it gives him a sense of calmness and reassures him that they're recovering well.
after all, if their condition were to rapidly decline for any reason... he could fix it.
(to some others, his concern might seem overprotective. unnecessary. however, something as simple as the flu has been known to take lives. he worries that, because of their chronic illness, they may be more susceptible to a severe case than others are.)
he has the means to save them if something like that were to happen, and undoubtedly, the life of his sweet and kind apprentice is one that deserves to be saved and protected.
perhaps it's also because it seems to put qiqi at ease; baizhu's noticed that she gets fidgety in [name]'s absence during work hours, but when they're ill and being cared for at the pharmacy, she functions very well and often even remembers to check on them herself.
sometimes when they have a fever, qiqi may sit by their side for minutes at a time and just press her little cold hands on their forehead to cool them off. she also ensures that they stay hydrated.
both baizhu and gui find this behavior very endearing. qiqi cares deeply for her big sibling (despite the fact that she's technically older...). her bond with them is something very special and sweet to bear witness to.
bubu pharmacy's work environment is familial and tightly knit by nature, so it isn't too hard to imagine that something would feel wrong if one of the four herbalists were gone for whatever reason. even those who don't work there are affected by the absence of one or more of the pharmacists.
overall, baizhu takes very good care of them when they fall ill.
he monitors them closely, hand-crafts their medicine depending on what they need, makes sure that their fluid intake is maintained...
he dotes on them tbh.
"Ugh..." they groaned, blearily blinking up at their mentor. Baizhu's hand against the feverish skin of their forehead was cold; they couldn't help but lean into the gentle touch. "Bàba?"
He didn't point it out. He hardly even acknowledged their words, as if he were somehow used to it. He only smiled, hand stroking tenderly over their disheveled hair, taming the defiant strands no doubt caused by restless sleep. "So sorry to wake you, dear."
Even Changsheng was quiet—she only hummed thoughtfully from her place around Baizhu's neck. Normally, she'd find something to tease them about (usually because they started it!), but now... she seemed to know that it just wasn't right to tease them in their hazy state of mind.
Gui was quiet, too. He was surprised. He had never heard them address their mentor such an... informal way, let alone with familial terms. He did once briefly think that the dynamic they had with Baizhu was awfully family-like, but...
It was still unexpected.
"Come, now. It's time to take your medicine again, and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"
Gui watched, still silent, as they hummed in absentminded acknowledgement, rubbing their eyes ever so slightly. It didn't seem to help them come to at all; their gaze was still distant and unfocused and they didn't even realize how they addressed the doctor. If they did... they'd probably apologize, embarrassed, but they showed no such emotion. Baizhu gently guided them into a sitting position, rubbing small circles on their back.
Gui handed the cup filled about halfway with herbal medication off to the doctor. Baizhu gingerly guided it to their lips, knowing very well that the guidance was needed; they looked half-asleep sitting up. Archons know they were in no condition to successfully do it themselves. They took the medicine without so much as a whine about its bitterness—they only grimaced slightly after swallowing. Gui supposed that they never really were one to complain about it, even when fully coherent. 'I think it would set a bad example for others if I complained,' they once told him. 'Plus, it's not like Dr. Baizhu gets some kind of sadistic pleasure from giving medication to me, so there's no reason to complain. It's herbal. There's nothing to be done about the taste... I know he doesn't like taking it either. Hehe. It's kind of funny, actually, like we're hiding some kind of company secret. Herbalists who don't like the taste of herbal medicine.'
It was only after he left the room with the doctor that he pointed it out:
"They called you bàba."
"Hm?" Baizhu hummed, turning to Gui. "Oh. Yes... [Name] has done it quite a few times, actually, whether that be because of fever delirium or a slip of the tongue. I don't mind it. It only means that they feel safe enough to be vulnerable here. Qiqi has done it a few times, as well. Those two are only children, so... it is to be expected."
Gui then smiled, nodding. "It's cute."
Baizhu couldn't help but agree, his lips tilting upwards into a little smile himself. "It is."
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dystymi-a · 2 years
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Hello there!
I have just recently stumbled upon your blog and I have to say, you've got me curious about this Connor x Arno ship.
I saw your asks were open so I thought I'd ask; do you take writing requests? Or just art? If you do take writing requests could you describe the assassin's first meeting? Or maybe in terms of how they inspire and surprise the other in terms of their capableness on the battlefield.
Lots of love! xoxo
Hello!
DystymiA here, and welp, as much I would love to write how they meet/inspire/surprise each other, i’m not an English native speaker, although I do write fanfics (Spanish only). I’m only taking art request. 
But I can describe a little bit how I imagine Arno and Connor together. I like to place them meeting after Dead Kings (maybe in 1795 or 1796). Arno rejoins the Brotherhood in France, he wants vengenace for Charles Dorian (finally jsdjh). Shay plays a big part on this story, since he knows that Connor rebuilt the Brotherhood and destroyed the Templars in USA, so he is trying to resurrect the Templar Order in America and he stills has the precursor box. 
Shay localized the Apple of Eden that Connor dropped at the sea, and the Templar Order becomes a menace again. Shay is the target of Arno and Connor, so they eventually meet (in France or America, i’m not sure tbh, both are good places). 
(If it is in France) The first time, Connor sees Arno parkouring in Paris rooftops, he tries to catch him since he is looking for the French Brotherhood (Connor did learn a bit of French with Aveline). Arno actually knows that he is being chased and tries to ambush the “strange one”, he guides Connor into Saint-Chapelle. Inside of the church Connor didn’t know where the Assassin was, Arno tried to disable him, but Connor is enough skilled to counter him (he had a mini-heart attack tho, Arno is silent like a shadow, lol).
Arno is very surprised of Connor’s strenght, and Connor is impressed at Arno’s atlethic skills. Connor tries to explain that he wants to know where is the French Brotherhood, Arno understands (even with Connor’s kinda bad French accent) and tells to the American what happened. 
In the course of searching for Shay Cormac and the leaders of the Templar Order, they build a friendship. Connor is more mature and older than Arno, so he is like a mentor/teacher. They help each other to heal wounds (they lost very important people and went through hard times), and eventually fall in love. I like to think it is a slow burn relationship. 
Them fighthig together is fearful. In later years they are in historical events like the War of 1812 - or Napoleonic Wars. 
I’m sorry about my broken English and the long text, but I hope you can understand how I see them together! 
- Love and thanks for asking! ❤
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