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#the worst is spring because allergies

blues824 · 9 months

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Could I maybe request the dorm leaders and jamil with a reader who has a pollen allergy which get worst in spring

Gender-neutral reader.

Riddle Rosehearts

You were sneezing and coughing, and tearing up and he was growing concerned that you might have caught a cold

However, you told him that you were allergic to pollen, and the flowers around NRC had pollen that was going airborne

He still wanted to make sure that you were alright, so he took you to the infirmary to have a definite answer as to if you had a cold or not

Roses do have pollen, but the particles are too big to become airborne, so Heartslabyul becomes your new sanctuary

Ramshackle doesn’t grow any flowers at all, but the trees and shrubs still do produce pollen, so he thinks that you should stay over

Totally not because he wants to be able to look after you and have you close to him… totally not

Leona Kingscholar

You disturbed his nap with your coughing and sneezing, but to be fair he did ask to meet up with you in the greenhouse

The thing was, you wouldn’t stop, and it was getting on the lion’s nerves because you couldn’t make it through one sentence without sneezing

After a visit to the infirmary (of course he didn’t let you go alone), he was low-key kind of glad that you weren’t sick, but rather suffering from the pollen

Luckily, Savanaclaw does not grow any flowers as there has never been any planted there, so he takes you there and tells you that you are going to stay there

At first, you tried arguing against him, claiming that Crowley would never agree to this, but he said ‘too bad’ before handing you another tissue box

If someone has the audacity to say that he’s going soft, he will take a tissue out of the box and hand it to them before saying he will give them a bloody nose

Azul Ashengrotto

For some reason I pictured him like Sheldon in that he would use his shirt to cover his nose and get some Lysol spray

The second you walked in coughing and sneezing, he knew that it would make clientele stray away from the Mostro Lounge

He made you go to the nurse, who said that it was a simple pollen allergy and that made him calm down a little

Octavinelle does have some underwater plants that do pollinate, but none are kept within the dormitory but rather the mirror realm in which it resides

So as long as you stay inside, you should be fine, and he makes sure that everyone is alerted not to bring flowers inside

He wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, so he offered for you to sleep in his room with him, even if the thought alone made him flustered.

Kalim Al-Asim

He is very worried when you come into Scarabia with a tissue to your nose, coughing and having a hard time breathing in general

Took it upon himself to get you to the nurse, afraid that you had a cold because he would have blamed himself

But you just had pollen allergies, so he told everyone in Scarabia to get every non-hypoallergenic flower out of the dormitory so that you could stay there

Will send you texts asking if you’ve taken your allergy medicine and if you need any more tissues than the thousands of boxes he has already purchased for you

Anything you ask for can and will be delivered; he basically treats you as though you were made of glass and he’s crying as Jamil gives you some cough syrup

It’s actually so sad how much he worries about you, and he wants to help, but you have to tell him that it’s just allergies and they will go away when the seasons change

Jamil Viper

You had just come from the infirmary, and your eyes were tearing up and you were sniffling and sneezing and coughing into a tissue

He asked if you were alright, and you looked at him with an ‘are you serious?’ face as you stated in a monotone voice that you were ‘just peachy’

Bro kind of already guessed that you had allergies, considering the spring season is renowned for causing it and a few other students have been suffering as well.

Makes sure that you take the allergy medication that the nurse had given you, and will get more tissues for you

Will order and help his dorm members to remove the non-hypoallergenic flowers from the dormitory, as they are causing many (you) to suffer

If you would rather, he would love to temporarily move you into his room because the dust in Ramshackle is not helping your situation

Vil Schoenheit

Gave you the most bombastic side-eye when he heard your sniffles, and also pulled a Sheldon where he pulls his shirt over his nose and sprays you with Lysol spray

There was no way that he was going to get sick, as he had so much on his schedule that would be pushed behind and the stress causes breakouts.

However, you started wearing a mask and you told him that it was allergy season, so he made sure that he had allergy medication nearby in his room

Understands that allergies are horrible, and so he will remove the vase of flowers in his room as they do produce pollen

Will make his room your safe-haven, as he knows that some bastard that goes by the name of Crowley will not upgrade Ramshackle to make it hypoallergenic

Anyways, he will always snap at you if you don’t cough or sneeze into your elbow or a tissue, and he will make sure that you wash your hands regularly

Idia Shroud

You were sneezing and coughing into the mic as you were on-call with him for an assignment, and it got to the point where he asked if you were okay

He was worried, but he honestly didn’t even know where to begin on taking care of you when you came over

To be fair, there were no flowers at Ignihyde, so he invited you there, but he was biting off more than he could chew

At least you weren’t sick, because it was only allergies, but Ortho was the one who was ordering him around and he was not questioning anything

Whenever you go through a fit of coughing or sneezing, he will panic and ask if you’re dying, and you have to shake your head as you motion to the box of tissues

Can’t discern between real tears or tears caused by allergies, so he will panic whenever he sees your eyes watering

Malleus Draconia

This man was convinced that you had Tuberculosis when he saw you coughing into a tissue, and he was afraid that you broke a blood vessel

You have to explain to this guy, who is currently preparing your death bed, that you have mere allergies and are not dying

Then you have an entire dorm sweeping through the building and making sure that any flowers are thrown out of the window

If you try to get him to calm down and stop fussing over you, he is not going to listen because you deserve to be comfortable in your time of illness

Lilia is dying of laughter every single time, and you beg him to calm the dragon down, but he just says ‘Poor Y/N! It must be so painful being so sick!’

May or may not be using his magic to slowly get rid of your allergies, just because he believes that you shouldn’t suffer

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well-liked-but-ineffectual · 24 days

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I was bored, so here are some NPMD headcanons

Steph -AFAB, she/they -biromantic, bisexual, and polyamorous -She can pull anyone and everyone -she dyes her hair a lot -They do really good makeup and put makeup on the rest of the nerdy prudes -She kinda smells like nutmeg? -She plays a lot of video games -Lowkey a twitter comedian -Allergic to cats and pollen -Likes sweet foods more than salty -Their favourite movie is Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

Pete -AMAB, he/they + neos -biromantic and bisexual -the most responsible out of the group -not when it comes to Steph though, he would do anything for her -he would jump off a bridge if they did -Steph sometimes puts makeup on them and no one wants to admit it but they would make a really pretty girl -He reads a lot of classic novels and writes like dissertations on that shit for fun -most likely out of the nerdy prudes to join the smoke club -Spends like 75% of his time day dreaming but also somehow takes impeccable notes in school -They like the spring but get major allergies -falls in love super easily -enjoys gardening -Left handed and has pretty handwriting -favourite colour is green

Ruth -she/they/he + neos -She could be trans or cis i honestly don't know -biromantic and bisexual they will take anyone who will have them -Charlotte’s younger half-sister -Theatre kid till the day she dies (literally) -Knows a lot about mushrooms -can read tarot cards -Listens to old weird music like Kate Bush, showtunes, or like......fucking Hazbin Hotel music -Bo Burnham liker -Changes her name a lot but never sticks with it -Knows a lot of obscure plays -also falls in love super easily

Richie -AFAB he/him -bisexual and demibiromantic -He’s really not all that concerned with romance -He kind of has a thing for Steph though (everyone does) -tries to get his friends into anime but none of them really understand it -he’s an anime guy, ruth's a theatre guy. they may be besties but they just don't quite understand each other -Reada a ton of comic books -plays Pokémon -beats everyone at Super Smash Bros and Mario Kart EXCEPT Steph -one time he beat Paul (his uncle) at Mario Kart and Paul had a midlife crisis -he makes kandi and gives them to all his friends -Gets gender envy from anime characters

Grace -AFAB, she/her -lesbian -Okay she's the other most likely nerdy prude to join the smoke club -i have this idea in my head of her and Pete becoming stoners together -her and Pete are besties kind of -Really just a bundle of anxiety -knows a lot about botany -has like six versions of the same exact outfit -rides her bike everywhere -Has the shakiest hands of all time -Gets really nervous around Steph -stress baker

Max -AMAB, he/him -biromantic and bisexual because I said so. bi rights. -Unironically down kind of bad for Grace. She sort of hates him and is sort of just scared of him -possibly the worst cook known to man -okay so in my head he tries to impress Grace all the time but it never works -also has a lowkey massive crush on Kyle.....why else would he be so adamant that he can't date Brenda -Chronically offline. He won't STOP touching grass. He doesn't own a phone -has no concept of personal boundaries -Kind of a theatre kid. Secretly.

#jay's soliloquies #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfield #grace chasity #steph lauter #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #peter spankoffski #max jagerman

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bultaoreunheyyy · 13 days

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It’s not a mountain, it’s a butte (1/2)

Title: It’s not a mountain, it’s a butte (1/2)

Word Count: 5451

Summary: Jungkook loves hiking. He absolutely loves being in nature– even if nature does not love him back. And today, on a very rare occasion, all six of his best friends are joining him for a short hike that he’s been planning for months. It does not go quite as planned.

Sickie: Jungkook (snz, allergies, asthma)

Caretakers: OT7

A/N: This got a bit long, so I split it into 3 chapters. I'll probably post the other chapters sometime next week. This first one is the main story and fulfills this request, but I couldn't resists adding on the aftermath of Jungkook's allergy/asthma attack and the aftercare and then the after after care of the next day too, lol. Also, this is completely unedited and likely full of typos and grammatical errors per usual.

Jungkook lowkey hates springtime.

Overall, spring is actually his second favorite season because of the milder temperatures. His first favorite season by far is winter, because hot weather sucks and cold weather is where he belongs to his very core.

Spring, however, usually means allergies. Lots and lots of allergies. Itchy, sniffly, sneezy allergies. Jungkook’s body unfortunately did not get the memo that other bodies get and so on top of allergies, he also has asthma, which of course is always the worst for him in the springtime.

On this particular spring Saturday morning, he wakes up with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose. It’s pretty typical for this time of year, and he’s usually not so cheerful upon waking when he has to immediately sneeze before he even fully has his eyes open, but this morning he doesn’t give a shit because it’s hiking day.

Jungkook loves hiking.

He absolutely loves being in nature– even if nature does not love him back. And today, on a very rare occasion, all six of his best friends are joining him for a short hike that he’s been planning for months. He’s very excited for hiking day.

With a mildly irritated sigh, Jungkook pulls the comforter completely over his head, sneezes six times in a row, and sniffs sharply to chase away the tickle that will be returning as soon as he lets his guard down and then remain in his sinuses for the rest of the day.

When he resurfaces he finds two faces staring down at him.

“Morning,” he says with a cheerful smile and a soft sniffle.

“Good morning, and bless you!” Jimin responds.

“Good morning!” Taehyung says. “We thought we would have to wake you up.”

“Nope!” Jungkook replies. He cups a hand over his mouth and nose and sneezes once more, his whole body shaking. “I’m up. It’s hiking day!” He pauses, hand still over his lower face, anticipating another sneeze that never comes. After a minute he shakes his head and scrubs hard at his nose with a sleepy, irritated groan.

Both Jimin and Taehyung, looking more than half-asleep themselves, lean down at the same time– Jimin on his left and Taehyung on his right– to pat him on the chest sympathetically.

“Don’t forget to take your allergy pill,” Jimin reminds him. “Did you pack your inhaler last night?”

Jungkook glances towards his nightstand where his inhaler is. “Yep.”

Taehyung pokes him in the belly. “Well, get up, then. You made us all wake up at the asscrack of dawn so this better be worth it. Let’s go hike your mountain.”

“It’s a butte,” Jungkook corrects him, but Taehyung is already leaving the room, yawning so widely his jaw cracks.

“I need coffee,” Jimin says, also yawning, and he trails behind Taehyung.

Despite his excitement, Jungkook is the last to be ready, and when he gets to the living room everyone else is lounging about.

“Let’s go!” He practically shouts, urging them all out the door. “It’s hiking day!”

“Does the whole street have to know?” Yoongi grumbles, making a face as Jungkook pushes a set of keys into his palm. Even though he’s making a show of being grumpy, he’s the only one Jungkook trusts besides himself to drive at such an early hour.

The seven of them take two cars to the trail, arriving before the sun rises. There’s a slight chill to the morning air, but the skies are clear and it’s already the start of a beautiful day weather wise.

Jungkook gets out of the car and reaches his arms up high above his head, leaning to one side and then the other and moaning loudly at the stretch. He’s wearing tight black spandex shorts and a black hoodie that’s halfway to being a crop top, and Taehyung pokes at his exposed stomach with a smirk.

“We might see some deer if we’re quiet enough,” Jungkook announces, ignoring Taehyung. He pulls a camera from his backpack and hangs the strap around his neck. After he shoulders his backpack, he turns towards the trailhead. “Ahhh,” he says with a noisy exhale that he follows with a long, deep breath in through his nose. “Smell that? That’s the beautiful smell of nature.”

He sneezes immediately afterwards.

“Bless you,” Hoseok and Namjoon say in unison.

“Did you take your allergy pill?” Yoongi asks.

“I take it every morning,” Jungkook responds. “Did you take your brain pill?”

Yoongi flips him off and mimics, “I take it every morning.”

“Only because I have to remind you,” Seokjin mutters under his breath.

Taehyung yawns and plasters himself against Jimin’s back, snaking his arms around his waist and tucking his hands into Jimin’s hoodie pocket. “I can only smell Jimin’s coffee breath.”

Jimin, still half asleep, only pouts.

Jungkook sneezes, again.

“Bless you,” Hoseok and Namjoon say in unison, again.

“Doesn’t seem like you took your allergy pill,” Yoongi grumbles. “At least tell me you brought your inhaler.”

Ignoring him, Jungkook bends down to check that his black hiking boots are laced up properly. He adjusts his backpack, stretches his calves for all of ten seconds, and straightens his posture.

“Let’s hike this butte,” he says cheerfully, and then he takes off at a light jog, disappearing down the trail and leaving them all behind.

When they catch up to him, Jungkook has his camera raised to his face and he’s squatting by the base of a pine tree, looking at the ground.

“What are you taking a picture of?” Taehyung wonders. “A worm?”

“Caterpillar,” Jungkook murmurs. “See? Right there.”

Taehyung pats him on the shoulder in a way that indicates that he does not in fact see the caterpillar. “It’s a very nice caterpillar,” he says anyway.

The hike Jungkook has chosen isn’t too long nor too strenuous of a hike– only 7 kilometers or so of a well established trail– and they get a beautiful view of the sun rising when they start their hike in earnest, climbing up the east side of the butte.

Although he’d started off at a fast pace, Jungkook isn’t feeling particularly competitive today, and because he has his camera he chooses to take his time watching wildlife and taking pictures of every bird and plant he sees along the way.

Namjoon leads the group instead, long legs carrying him far very quickly. Jimin has the shortest stride but he’s the second most competitive of the group behind Jungkook, and so he falls into pace right next to Namjoon. Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok stay in the middle of the pack, their pace a bit more average.

Seokjin falls back and keeps Jungkook company in the rear. He watches fondly as Jungkook gushes over the beauty in nature and patiently listens when Jungkook explains the different species of birds they see on the trail.

“Do you think we’ll see any deer?” Jungkook asks Seokjin, scanning the hillside hopefully.

“Maybe,” Seokjin replies. “Are there usually deer on this mountain?”

“It’s not a mountain,” Jungkook whispers as a curious chipmunk peeks out at them from behind a fern. “It’s a butte.”

Jungkook and Seokjin continue up the steepest part of the path until it evens out in elevation, stopping every so often so Jungkook can take his pictures, and they’re the last to reach the summit. There’s a small lookout with a view of the surrounding mountains and the other five are all crammed onto the one single bench there, eating snacks.

“Look,” Hoseok says around a mouthful of trail mix. He points at the ground where Jungkook and Seokjin are standing. “There’s a compass on the ground. It shows what mountains are in the distance, too.”

Jungkook already knows this. He’s been up hiking here before. He’s about to look down at it when Seokjin covers his eyes from behind.

“Guess which way is north?” he says, chuckling in Jungkook’s ear.

“Fuck off,” he says, shrugging Seokjin off, because he’s shit at directions and has absolutely no idea which direction north is.

Hoseok and Jimin nearly fall off the bench from laughing so hard.

Jungkook flips them off and then walks to the lookout point, cheeks flushed in sudden embarrassment. He lifts his camera to hide his face and marvels at the beautiful early morning view. He can hear Seokjin join the others on the bench– if Yoongi’s complaints of getting squished are anything to go off– and he can’t stay mad for long when he hears their chatter and joyful laughter.

He turns and snaps a picture just as Seokjin is shoving a massive handful of trail mix into his mouth.

“That’s hot,” he smirks, and this time Seokjin is flipping him off.

They stay up at the summit for about fifteen minutes before Jungkook is itching to get moving again. He takes a long drink from his water bottle and shoves it back into his backpack. Even though it’s still a bit chilly, he peels off his hoodie and ties it around his waist, snaps one more picture of the group sitting on the bench, and then starts the descent knowing they’ll all follow quickly once they realize he’s leaving.

Jungkook smiles when he remembers there’s a meadow just on the other side, full of beautiful wildflowers that he can’t wait to photograph. Sure enough, he doesn’t have to go very far down the trail before he spots the colorful field ahead of him.

“Hey,” Seokjin says, catching up to him. “Wait up!”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook mumbles, but there’s no real heat behind it.

He hears Seokjin’s pace quicken behind him and slows down a little. His eyes are starting to itch and he scrunches up his face, trying not to rub at them. His nose is starting to itch, too.

Seokjin peers at Jungkook, taking in the irritation he can see on his face. “Oh, come on,” he says. “I was just teasing about the direction thing. Don’t be grumpy with me.”

“I’m not grumpy.” Jungkook gives in and digs his fist into his eye.

“Okay,” Seokjin says, sounding unconvinced.

Jungkook rubs at his nose, and then sniffles, and then nearly stumbles a step when his nose prickles sharply, bringing a few tears to his eyes.

And then he sneezes.

It’s not just any sneeze. It’s harsh, quick and forceful and so itchy sounding that Seokjin winces.

“Oh, shit,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond. He’s bent at the waist, sneezing again. The irritation makes him cough afterward, and he feels Seokjin’s hand on his upper arm, like he’s getting ready to steady him if needed.

When he straightens, his eyes and nose are streaming and his eyes are still itchy as fuck.

“You okay?” Seokjin repeats. He’s biting his lower lip.

Jungkook rubs at his eyes with his fists. “Yep. I’m fine.”

At this point, the others have caught up to them.

“Was that Jungkook sneezing?” Jimin asks, pulling a small packet of tissues from his pocket of his sweatpants. “Here.”

Jungkook accepts the tissues, but he doesn’t have time to get one out before he has to sneeze again, another harsh expulsion that has him bending at the waist.

Jimin rolls his eyes in amusement and takes the unused tissue pack back, opening the plastic and pulling several tissues out before passing them to Jungkook. They all know by the sound that it’s not just a regular sneeze– it’s very clearly the start of an allergy attack. Jungkook thinks about how often they all like to comment on his sneezing, which apparently sounds different depending on what’s making him sneeze. To him, it all just sounds like sneezing. Instead of going off the sound, he goes off the feeling, and the current feeling is an unbearably itchy allergy attack that’s going to have him sneezing his head off for the rest of the hike, probably.

Fuck springtime.

While Jungkook blows his nose, Yoongi digs through his backpack and locates Jungkook’s epi pen, extra inhaler, allergy medication and more tissues.

“Holy shit, Yoongi,” Jungkook laughs. He scrubs the wad of tissues in his hand under his nose back and forth several times until the undersides of his nostrils are bright pink. “I actually did my meds this morning.”

“When are you due for more?”

“I’m fine.” Jungkook says instead of answering. He tucks the used tissues into his pocket. “I can breathe. I’m just a little itchy.”

Hoseok watches him rubbing his eyes again with a frown. “Yeah, we can see that. Quit rubbing your face.”

Jungkook sneezes again and does not quit rubbing his face.

Namjoon sighs and pats his shoulder. “Why did you plan your hike by all these flowers?” He asks, gesturing at the meadow. “There are so many. Damn.”

Jungkook starts to answer, but he’s hit with another sharp prickle in his sinuses. He holds up a finger, sucks in a massive breath, and then sneezes loudly four times in a row.

“Uh, pretty sure you just scared all the deer away,” Seokjin teases, smiling a little before going back to chewing on his bottom lip.

Jimin pulls more tissues out of the pack and hands them to Jungkook. “Bless you!”

“Jimin, you’re a lifesaver with these tissues,” Jungkook says with a sniffle. His nose is drippy now and he can feel the next sneeze approaching fast. “C’mon, let’s start heading back to the car. There might be deer closer to the trailhead.”

“Wait! Don’t you want to take a moment and–”

Whatever Yoongi’s saying, Jungkook doesn’t catch the end of it. He’s scanning the meadow for deer and wondering how close he can get to the pretty wildflowers without throwing himself into an asthma attack on top of everything. He might already be heading for an asthma attack, with the way his chest is starting to feel, but they’re already halfway through the short hike and he has his own inhaler in his backpack in addition to the one Yoongi apparently thought to bring along.

In the end, he decides to take pictures of the flowers as he walks and doesn’t stray from the trail even an inch. Namjoon and Seokjin take the lead once they catch up, but they don’t let themselves get too far ahead, and Jungkook notices them glancing back over their shoulders every time he sneezes.

Jimin, his sweet angel of a friend, sticks close and keeps handing him tissues. Hoseok blesses him from behind so frequently that eventually, Jungkook stops and turns around.

“Seok,” he says, and wow he sounds like shit. He clears his throat and holds up a tissue. “You don’t have to say bless you every single time.”

Hoseok blushes. “Sorry. It’s just a habit.”

Jungkook rips the tissue in half and shoves one half up his right nostril, then the other half up his left. “There,” he says, sounding even more stuffed-up and ridiculous. “This will hold off the sneezing for a bit.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow skeptically but doesn’t say anything.

“That’s…kind of gross, but okay,” Jimin tells him. He stays close by with tissues at the ready anyway.

They all start walking again. The tissue stuffed up his nose does keep the sneezing at bay, but only for about ten minutes. In that time, they descend past the meadow and get back to the treeline, where Jungkook spots a woodpecker and spends a good few minutes photographing it.

“That’s a nice bird,” Taehyung says, reaching up to thread his fingers through the hair at Jungkook’s nape. “You sure you can breathe okay like that?”

Jungkook sniffs hard in response, which turns out to be a mistake since there’s still a half a tissue stuffed up each of his nostrils. The intake of air pulls the tissues further up his nose and sets off an intense tickle that makes him snort and then cough.

It’s not his smartest moment.

He reaches up and tugs the pieces of tissue out of his nose, and he’s pretty sure Jimin gags next to him at the sight, but he doesn’t really hear him because doing so only makes the tickle so, so much worse. He finds himself suddenly trapped in between sneezing and not sneezing, his lungs forcing him to suck in air and his nose twitching in irritation but not quite completing the job. It’s torturous and it lasts for what feels like hours, but in reality is probably only twelve seconds before he hears the crinkle of plastic next to his ear.

“Try blowing your nose,” Jimin suggests, and Jungkook forces his eyes open so he can see. He takes the tissue that Jimin’s offering and cups it over his nose.

“Jungkook,” he hears Jimin say after a moment. “You gotta try blowing your nose. Or sneeze, or something.”

He’s vaguely aware that he’s still standing there in sneezy limbo, mouth wide open and nostrils flaring, but he can’t do anything because his sinuses are on fire and his breath keeps catching with nowhere to go and the tickle is spreading to the back of his throat and he’s still not sneezing.

He feels something swipe beneath his eyes to catch the irritated tears– Jimin’s fingers– and then a hand covers his hand around the tissue and squeezes lightly.

As soon as the air is cut off to his nostrils, Jungkook sighs in relief, the tension draining from his body, and as soon as Jimin lets go of his hand, he sneezes explosively.

“Bless you!” Hoseok chirps.

“Bless you,” Jimin says. He passes another tissue over.

“Fuck, shit,” Jungkook grunts out, coughing a few times.

Taehyung squeezes the back of his neck.

Hoseok and Yoongi are looking at each other, communicating silently with each other in their own secret language that only they speak, but that Jungkook can understand perfectly– they’re debating whether or not to ask him if he wants to take his inhaler. Jungkook can tell by the way they’re staring into each other's eyes and frowning, and also by the way that Yoongi is cradling Jungkook’s inhaler in his palm.

“So, that sucked,” Jungkook croaks out. He coughs a few more times. “Please never let me put tissues up my nose again.”

“Gladly,” Jimin responds with a grimace.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook says, rubbing his eyes as he starts walking down the trail again. “I don’t want Joon and Seokjin to see a deer without me.”

“That would be tragic,” Taehyung agrees, following behind.

Jungkook’s sinuses and lungs are starting to ache, and his eyes are so itchy he can’t keep himself from rubbing at them every minute or so, but he’s still in good spirits as they take a switchback and finally get the final, glorious view for the last part of their hike.

Jungkook lifts his camera and snaps about ten pictures. He uses his viewfinder to spot Namjoon and Seokjin below, not too far ahead of them on the trail, and takes a picture of them too.

Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi stop behind him as he takes pictures and drink from their water bottles.

“Why does going downhill hurt my knees so much?” Yoongi complains.

“It’s because you’re old,” Taehyung retorts.

Hoseok and Jimin fall into each other with laughter, and Jungkook shushes them. “Shh, you’ll scare the deer away!”

It doesn’t matter how loud they’re laughing, though, because in the next moment a tickle flares in Jungkook’s sinuses and he has to sneeze. The sneeze rings out through the air, and it’s followed by a second sneeze, and then a third, the itch spreading again in a way that only his allergies can do. He reaches up and scrubs hard at his nose, but it does nothing to stop the tickle nor the resulting sneezes, one right after the other without much of a chance to breathe in between.

“Bless you,” Hoseok says after about seven or eight sneezes.

Jungkook shakes his head, swipes the back of his hand over his streaming eyes, and then cups both hands over his mouth and nose and keeps on sneezing. He sneezes so many times in a row that he grows dizzy, head spinning when he tries to open his eyes. He instinctively reaches out and grabs on to the thing nearest to him, which happens to be Jimin’s arm.

“Woah, Kook–? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook can only dig his fingers into Jimin’s arm as another fit of sneezes takes him over.

“Sit down for a sec,” Hoseok says in his ear, helping to guide him to the ground as he sniffles and blinks against the spots in his vision.

Once he’s sitting on the ground, he feels Jimin take his hand, press a handful of tissues against his palm, and then help lift his arm back up to his face.

“Blow,” he says, waiting until Jungkook gets the tissues to his nose before he reaches over and slides Jungkook’s backpack off his shoulders for him.

Jungkook sneezes into his wad of tissues. And sneezes some more. And then sneezes about ten more times for good measure, and not a single sneeze does anything to relieve the maddening tickle in the back of his nose and throat. He pauses to suck in a greedy breath of air, cough harshly, and then sneezes twice more before he can finally stop. The tissues in his hand are soaked through and are practically useless by the time he tries to blow his nose, but he does it anyway, snorting air out of his nostrils forcefully and shuddering at the awful, raw feeling he always has post sneezing fit.

“Bless you!” Jimin and Hoseok exclaim at the same time as soon as it’s apparent that Jungkook is done sneezing for the time being.

Seokjin and Namjoon are squatting down in front of him.

“You’re both going to get permanent wrinkles from frowning so hard,” Jungkook tells them. His voice is nearly gone.

Seokjin heaves a deep sigh and stands up. He offers a hand out to Jungkook, helping him up off the ground. Jungkook hops up and brushes the dirt off his ass, then turns to Jimin.

“Please tell me there are more tissues.”

Jimin holds up another unopened pack of tissues. “So many more tissues. Take all you need.”

Jungkook grabs his backpack from the ground and opens the front pocket so he can shove all the used tissues inside, emptying out his pockets as well. He finishes off the rest of his water, shoulders his backpack, and gratefully takes the pack of tissues from Jimin.

“Need your inhaler before we keep going?” Yoongi asks. He cups a hand under Jungkook’s chin and gently tilts his head back, eyes narrowed as he inspects the puffiness around his eyes and nose.

“Your nose is so red,” Taehyung comments, poking the tip of Jungkook’s nose with a grin.

Jungkook squirms under their gaze.

“I’m fine,” he says hoarsely.

Taehyung reaches over and pulls the collar of Jungkook’s t-shirt from his neck.

“I’m not going to get a rash!” He nudges Taehyung’s hand away just in time to get his own hand up to his face, sneezing against the back of his wrist once. “I’m really fine,” he tries to reassure everyone, even as his breath hitches in preparation for yet another sneeze. “Honestly, I’m just really sneezy right now.”

“You’re sneezier than I’ve ever seen you before,” Seokjin agrees.

“I hope I didn’t scare all the deer away,” Jungkook pouts.

Hoseok hooks his arm through Jungkook’s and gives him an optimistic smile. “If you did, we’ll just come back some other time.”

They start walking again, this time sticking together as a group. Jungkook carries his own tissues this time, though his sneezes have gotten smaller and stuffier and he stops trying to cover them up after a while. Soon, he’ll be too stuffed up to sneeze properly and it will hurt– he can already feel his sinuses throbbing.

He has to stop walking again not five minutes later, annoyed about having to pause every three steps to sneeze. Despite the increase in frequency of sneezes, he’s getting very little relief from sneezing so much– his whole face just feels too itchy and he knows it’s only going to keep growing worse until he can get back home and shower. After a fit of sneezes that lasts too long for him to count, making him have to stop on the trail for a good several minutes, he turns to Yoongi.

“You happen to have eye drops in that bag?”

Yoongi does in fact have eye drops, and Jungkook takes the bottle as fast as he can because Yoongi looks like he’s a second away from putting them in Jungkook’s eyes himself. After, he unzips his own backpack and pulls out his inhaler to take a hit.

“Preventative measure,” he croaks out before Yoongi can say anything.

Suddenly, Taehyung gasps and they all startle.

“What?” Hoseok squeaks.

Taeyhung is pointing just over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Kook, look at that butterfly!”

Jungkook turns and looks to where Taehyung is pointing, a grin spreading over his entire face when he sees one of the biggest monarch butterflies he’s even seen before, fluttering so close he could probably reach out and touch it. He lifts his camera, snaps a couple of pictures, and then turns to Taehyung.

“Good spot!”

Taehyung puffs up his chest, proud of himself.

Jungkook’s nose twitches. His smile fades, his breath hitching erratically. “Fuck,” he pants out breathlessly before sneezing harshly. When he looks up, six mouths are frowning at him. “Sorry,” he rasps, suddenly feeling upset. “I don’t…” He trails off, unsure of what to say, but Yoongi immediately grabs his hand.

“No apologizing,” he says firmly. “Let’s get you back to the car, hm? Do you want Namjoon to give you a piggyback ride?”

“Hey!” Namjoon protests halfheartedly. “I didn’t agree to that.”

“I would take up that offer in a second if there wasn’t the risk of me sneezing in your hair the whole way back,” Jungkook chuckles.

“I appreciate that,” Namjoon says with a grin.

As soon as the parking lot is in view, Jungkook launches into another seemingly endless sneezing fit.

He stifles each sneeze into his hand, trying to hold them back as best as he can so they can make it back to the cars. It’s a difficult feat– his sneezes, especially his allergy sneezes, are strong and not at all easy to contain– but it makes it so he can keep walking and sneeze at the same time. One of the downsides, however, is that as soon as he starts stifling, he also starts to wheeze slightly, and it only takes a couple of minutes for everyone else to hear it.

“No, no,” Yoongi scolds when he realizes what Jungkook is doing. “Do not hold them back like that. Shit, Kookie, what are you thinking?” Then, a little softer, he adds knowingly, “Really, just let them out, baby. We’ll help you get back to the car.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the pet name, but doesn’t say anything.

He feels Namjoon cup the back of his neck. “We’re almost there, Koo.”

Jungkook slows his pace just a little. Now his friends are breaking out the pet names and the gentle touches, which means they are officially worried about him and they’re going to be openly babying him like they’ve been wanting to this entire time.

Not that he cares, in this moment, because now that he’s not allowed to hold back his sneezing, he has to fully stop walking every time he sneezes.

One step. A harsh, ticklish sneeze that sucks the energy out of him and makes his eyes water. And before he’s taking the next step, he’s already building up to the next sneeze, sucking a trembling breath in, in, in– before he explodes. And then it repeats.

Jungkook feels a soft grip on his upper arm. Jimin is on his right and Hoseok is on his left, and at first they’re just trying to gently guide him along, but he’s sneezing so helplessly that eventually they each hook and arm through his elbows, and start nudging him a little more firmly down the trail. He trusts them to get him back to the car and not let him trip.

“Here, love,” Jimin says, holding a tissue to his nose for him.

Another pet name. Jungkook feels his face heat up. His nose is running profusely, though, so he doesn’t really have room to refuse the help.

“Don’t know why I can’t stop sneezing,” he mumbles congestedly, his breath rushing out in a wheezy exhale before he promptly sneezes again.

Jimin and Hoseok guide him to a bench near the trailhead to sit down, even though they can literally see their cars from the spot. Jungkook slumps against whoever is sitting next to him– Hoseok, he’s pretty sure, and closes his eyes tiredly.

“Poor thing,” Taehyung murmurs. “You sound so miserable and itchy.”

“Should we try to let him ride out the sneezing first?” He hears Seokjin say. “It seems like it’s slowing down, right?”

Namjoon voices his agreement and Jungkook hopes he’s right, because he honestly can’t tell at this point.

Yoongi keeps a hand on his back, rubbing lightly between his shoulder blades, standing behind the bench. Jimin sits to his right and holds tissues for him, which would embarrass Jungkook on most days, but in this moment he tolerates simply because he’s so fucking itchy and he can hardly see past the irritated tears that won’t quit– not to mention the fact that his nose is a drippy faucet now.

Hoseok sits to his left and keeps a grounding hand on his thigh, allowing Jungkook to lean on him. The others hover and give him sips of water every so often, petting his hair and squeezing his shoulders, offering encouragement after every sneeze.

Jungkook does eventually slow down on the sneezing, enough that he can actually tell he’s slowing down, but as the sneezing dies down a growing sense of irritation and embarrassment replace it.

He also might be the tiniest bit grumpy, because hiking day did not go as he planned at all.

Fuck springtime.

He huffs out a wheezy breath. “Sorry I ruined the hike,” he rasps, crossing his arms and frowning.

Yoongi holds his inhaler out. “What did I say about apologizing?”

Jungkook snatches the tissues that Jimin is holding and pulls several out of the pack, pressing the bundle to his nose. He stifles a tired sneeze, coughs, and then closes his eyes. “Well. I’m still sorry.”

“Come here, baby,” Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, and Jungkook lets himself be tugged against his chest.

He feels tears welling up in his eyes and keeps them squeezed shut, not willing to let them fall. He jams the tissues under his nose, stifles two more sneezes, and then pinches his nose shut so no more can escape.

Jungkook, not at all pouting and definitely not crying, rests his head on Hoseok’s chest and only his stuffy breathing fills the still-early morning air. For a moment, they’re all quiet, listening to Jungkook breathe. As soon as he feels like he has his tears under control, Jungkook squints one eye open, glancing between everyone to get a read on their expressions, and feeling relief when he doesn’t see any disappointment on any of their faces. He blinks a few times to clear any remaining tears, looks towards the parking lot to determine how much farther they have left to go, and then freezes.

Suddenly, Jungkook snorts, which results in a soft sneeze, and then full-on giggles, because he absolutely cannot believe his eyes.

“What?” Namjoon asks, whipping his head around to look at Jungkook.

“Are you laughing?”

“Kookie, baby, are you okay?”

They follow his finger when he points away from them and see a deer in the distance, standing so still it looks fake, staring directly at them.

“See? I didn’t scare all the deer away,” he croaks out.

“The fuck, Jungkook?” Seokjin yells. “Don’t joke about deer at a time like this!”

Jungkook stands and coughs hoarsely into his fist. The deer is still unmoving despite Seokjin’s loud voice, but he wants to get a picture of it before it runs away. He raises his camera, snaps a picture, and then lets his camera fall back against his chest just in time to cup both hands over his mouth and nose and sneeze mightily.

The deer bolts. Jungkook swipes his wrist under his nose and turns to Seokjin.

“At a time like what?”

With that, Jungkook turns and strolls back toward the cars, leaving his friends in stunned silence behind him.

Read Chapter 2 HERE

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redacted-metallum · 2 months

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Hate how "skincare" is all just beauty industry bullshit and anti aging creams that don't do anything.

Why can't it be basic wound care and how to spot and prevent skin conditions that range from mild (contact dermatitis/skin allergy) to severe (skin cancer) on all skin types and colors.

Why can't it be "here's how to treat acne because it's uncomfortable and you pick at it" and "here's how best to mitigate or eliminate skin picking/hair pulling bfrbs"

Why is it all #girlboss makeup

People make fun of The Men (tm) for like. Using a single bar of irish spring soap for their entire bodies and head n shoulders 2 in 1 but. Speaking as a transmasc person who's spent plenty of time bouncing between the hair and skincare aisles at target or whatever. That's all there WAS in the mens section, and the way american culture is set up being perceived as effeminate or gay is the Worst Thing Possible for some men (bc homophobia and misogyny)

The products are changing Now, sure, but it's not bc things have improved at all. Its bc the companies realized there's a market for mens skincare.

I am just mad bc i am angry

#revs thoughts #journaling

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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Better Girls

summary - You feel insecure and Goose is there to correct it.

warnings - language, insecurities, negative self talk, intrusive thoughts

word count - 1.5k

follow the adventures of Goose and Duck in Duck, Duck, Goose!

One of the—very few—downsides of dating a D1 hockey player who’s already been drafted is having to watch as he gets hit on by every sorority sister and hockey girl in the vicinity. They giggle at his jokes or compliment him on his game while you stand behind him awkwardly trying to match their energy. Because Goose is your boyfriend. Goose went to this party with you.

And the worst part is that those girls don’t know anything about him other than he’s funny and plays hockey. They don’t know to pack him an extra protein bar in his bag because he always lets Maverick eat his. They don’t know that his favorite movie is Enchanted and he sprinted halfway across campus to tell you when he found out they were making a second one. They don’t know that he gets the sniffles from spring allergies, and doesn’t like scallops, and gives the best hugs—the kind that make you feel like every part of you is being put back together again.

They know that he can crack a few jokes, that he’s really good with a stick and puck, that he has a girlfriend—though, conveniently, they like to leave that part out—but they don’t know Goose.

So you step up to the plate as the assertive, confident girlfriend who won’t play these childish games with a bunch of girls that aren’t even worth it. And you fail. Because you aren’t the assertive, confident girlfriend. You’re the girlfriend who watches a bunch of insanely attractive women disrespect your relationship night after night, party after party, and wonder if maybe they have a point. If you were the girl Goose deserved, wouldn’t everybody else act like it?

Sometimes you feel like you’re just waiting for a girl prettier than you to come around and learn that Goose’s favorite movie is Enchanted. And that he has seasonal allergies, even though he insists he doesn’t. And that he doesn’t even like so much as the smell of scallops. And that he always, always knows when you need a hug. You feel like a placeholder. The one before you find the one.

And maybe it’s that feeling that causes you to end up lying on your bed in the fetal position, trying to muffle your sobs.

“Jesus, woman, would you answer your phone—” Goose freezes mid sentence, stopping in the doorway of your dorm as he takes in your curled up body. “Ducky…” When all you do is cry harder, Goose sighs, kicking off his shoes as he shuts the door of your dorm.

He’s probably tired of you. He probably hates that he has to be here with you and your stupid insecurities instead of out with his friends having fun. He didn’t even do anything to warrant this breakdown. He wouldn’t have to deal with this if he were with another girl, a girl who’s more secure.

“What’s going on, honey?” Goose scoots his way under the covers, keeping his voice low as you continue to sob into your pillow.

He’s probably tired of you. He probably hates that he has to be here. He probably hates you.

“Can hear you thinking from here, duck,” Goose jokes lightly, propping his head in his hand as he turns to face your back. You feel his hand come rest on your hip. “What happened? Did you get a bad grade on your research paper or something?”

You didn’t. You got a really good grade on your research paper. But of course Goose would think that you failed it. Because you’re not special, or smart, or pretty. Maybe if you were, those girls would leave him alone. Maybe if you were, you’d deserve Goose. Maybe if you were, you wouldn’t be sobbing in your bed at 7 pm while your boyfriend watches on sadly.

Goose squeezes your hip lightly. “Alright, c’mere, ducky.”

You shake your head.

“No?” Goose sounds slightly hurt. “Are you mad at me?”

You shake your head again.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

He’s tired of you. He hates that he has to be here. He hates you.

“Okay, an executive decision has been made.” Suddenly you’re being pulled into Goose’s chest, his arms wrapping around your neck as you burrow into him to hide your puffy, distraught face. “We’re gonna cuddle and you’re gonna tell me what’s going on. It’s the law.”

He’s trying to make you laugh, you know that. Goose is always trying to make you laugh. But right now all you can manage is calming your sobs to the occasional breathy hiccup as Goose traces patterns on your back. Finally, you’re able to muster up a pitiful whimper against his tear stained t-shirt.

“Why are you dating me?”

Nick Bradshaw is not a serious person. He preferred to keep things light and fun, and found that humor usually resulted in his desired outcome anyway. You two were a naturally playful couple, displaying love and affection through easy teasing and laughter. Goose found that humor defused most conflicts—which was a necessary tool if one is to be best friends with Maverick. But it also ended them too. Public humiliation hurts worse than any fist to the face ever could.

Nick Bradshaw is not a serious person. Even when Iceman begs him to be, he isn’t. Even when he’s handling a situation maturely, he isn’t. There is only one occasion that can pull serious Nick Bradshaw to the surface and stifle all humor. The only time Goose is ever serious is when he catches you talking down on yourself.

“What do you mean ‘why am I dating you’?” He wrinkles his nose like he’s just smelled scallops, jutting his chin down so he can look at the top of your head.

“I just don’t understand…” You trail off, wiping at your cheek as you scoot away from him. “You could have anybody you want, Goose.”

“And?” Goose sounds almost offended.

You sniffle pitifully. “Please don’t make me spell it out for you.”

“Well, I think I’m gonna need you to,” Goose straightens so you’re both sitting across from each other on your mattress. “Because it sounds like you’re sayin’ that I don’t want you.”

“How many girls have to flirt with you before you realize you can do better?! Every sorority on campus?” You cry, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes again.

You know you’re being unfair. That you’re yelling at Goose when he doesn’t deserve it. That you’re lashing out for no reason. But all it is, is another reason you don’t deserve him.

“Okay, I’m not listening to this shit.” You think Goose is going to leave—why wouldn’t he? You’re being ridiculous and insecure—but instead he grabs you and sits you on his lap. With gentle but firm hands, he holds your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him. “I love you. I want you. I don’t want anybody but you. There’s nobody better than you, not to me. And I don’t wanna hear you sayin’ that ever again. If you’re feeling insecure, you come to me and I’ll kiss you so hard you forget how to think. That’s how we’re gonna handle this from now on, alright?”

You swallow, looking down like a scolded child. “But—”

“Stop it,” Goose doesn’t look mean, but firm. “Nobody gets to talk about my girl like that, not even you. I hate knowing that you feel this way, honey, but you can’t just hide from me. I need you to trust that I can make it better.”

“What if— What if you have to do it all the time? Wouldn’t you rather not have to do it at all?”

Finally, Goose smiles. “You think I’m gonna get tired of talking about how perfect you are?” With the hand still holding your chin, he pulls you down for a kiss. You melt into him slowly, your hands finally content enough to make their way into his hair as his other hand plants itself on the small of your back.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly once you’ve pulled away.

“Don’t be sorry, ducky,” Goose shakes his head. “Next girl that flirts with me, I want you to jump me like a fuckin’ squirrel to a pine tree. Slobber all over my face, I don’t even care.” Though he’s saying the most insane words you’ve heard today, he’s wiping your tears with soft, loving thumbs.

You can’t help but giggle—partly because it’s funny, but partly because you also know he absolutely means it. Goose lights up at the sound.

“There she is,” he flips the two of you over so that you're laying on the mattress and he’s hovering over you with a lovesick grin. “Missed my smiley girl.”

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pandorasfavorite · 24 days

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Stuffy

AN: I was going to write a part where he took the kids to the park after but I'm falling asleep as I write this.

Dominik Mysterio was with all of his heart a family man. If there was one thing he learned from his childhood it was that he should cherish each and every moment he could with his children. Through the good and the bad, the sick and the healthy, he knew that he would always enjoy time with his kids.

Much like today, where it is the beginning of spring and the trees are just blooming. The seasons are changing and his kids are getting the worst of it. His poor babies have been waking up crying and talking about stuffy and or runny noses. Not to mention the whines of their head hurting. You had scheduled your rowdy toddlers a doctor's appointment as soon as you could. Though you couldn't get out of work as easily as Dominik could. Therefore Dominik got to spend the day with his children, taking them to the doctor for a quick check-up. After chasing his son around the house (and catching him after he tried to frog splash off of the couch), Dominik managed to get both toddlers dressed and waiting at the door.

They each had their own little backpacks strapped to their backs and a silly smile as they were jumping in their spots in excitement. Dominik grabbed his keys from the kitchen table and came back to the living room; he was met with the sight of his son and daughter jumping around telling each other about how excited they were to spend a day with daddy. Dominik's heart couldn't have swelled larger.

"Ready guys?", Dominik asked the jittery kids. They both yelled out a 'yes' with absolute and genuine excitement. Dominik smiled at them as much as he could. One thing he hopes his children remember is the smile and love he holds for them. Dominik put each kid into their car seat and strapped them in, only to sprint back inside to get the sippy cups, they could not live without. Dominik stands outside of the car and looks at his kids through the car window, trying to remember if he somehow managed to forget something else. But he came up short.

Therefore Dominik got in the car and turned over the engine, throwing his arm over the passenger seat in order to back up. The kids loved it when he did this because each time Dominik stuck out his tongue at them; earning a bunch of cute giggles that play in his mind for minutes after.

As Dominik got the kids out of the car and walked them inside of the doctor's office he found himself a bit worried. He always got nervous like this when he took the kids to the doctors, he already knew their diagnosis but it changed nothing. Dominik sits down while the babies are playing with the toys in the corner of the doctor's office intended for kids. Dominik watches them and only turns his attention away for a moment to text you.

Mi Amor

Should I be freaking out right now?

No honey, they just have allergies.

I know, mi amor.

Take a deep breath, they are the healthiest kids on earth.

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Dominik continuously glanced at the kids and then back down to his phone. Texting you instantly made his anxiety feel lighter and the weight on his chest was barely noticeable anymore. "Mysterio!", the doctor called out and Dominik jolted in recognition. Coincidentally so did the babies, they stood up and ran over to Dominik. They held onto his legs and apprehensively looked at the doctor in white. Dominik pocketed his phone and clasped their hand in his own. After measuring their heights and weight the doctor took them into a room. Overall the kids did well, though Dominik did have to tell his daughter in his lap when it came time to take her temperature. Afterward, they squirmed around and did laps around the room with the swivel chair. They took turns laying on their stomachs and propelling themselves from each side of the room.

Dominik had to take a quick video to send to you. When the doctor finally came in the babies straightened up and scattered over to Dominik, hugging his legs from where he was sitting. Their cheeks were flushed and Dominik laughed at their shy and embarrassed behavior. He rubbed their backs and looked at the doctor. "What seems to be the reason for your visit today?", the doctor asked as he sat in the very same swivel chair.

Dominik replies in a millisecond, "They have stuffy and runny noses, headaches, the normal allergies I'm guessing". The doctor nodded and typed everything Dominik said into the computer. After some basic information such as birthdays and prior doctor visits, Dominik and you proved to be correct. "Well you would be right, it is just allergies, but I will prescribe some light medication that will clear that up", the doctor replied and grabbed his things. The doctor opened the door and Dominik stood up, holding his kid's hands again and walking out the door with them.

Dominik bent down and got on their level, "Do you guys want a sticker?", his gaze shifted from his daughter to his son. They each nodded with enthusiasm, Dominik picked them up one at a time so they could see the selection on the counter.

After Dominik strapped them both in again and backed out (not without sticking his tongue out at them). He turned back to face the road and his expression was one of utter joy, his smile was so wide it hurt. If this is what it felt like to take his kids to the doctors office, then he wouldn't mind doing it everyday for the rest of his life.

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daliathewitch · 2 months

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It's all fun and games, but just imagine knights with allergies to flowers... I mean, in the spring it would be absolute hell, the poor souls would just choke on tears and snot, and there would be no tournaments, because NOBODY WOULD BE ABLE DUEL, the hunts would be as unsuccessful as possible due to the incessant sneezing and sniffing, the worst thing is that in those days there would be NOTHING that could help them...

Here's a small sketch of Arthur and Kay, inspired by this idea

#arthuriana #arthurian mythology #king arthur #arthurian legend #sir kay #kay #arthur #arthur pendragon #traditional drawing #sketch #allergies

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.”

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.”

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.”

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.”

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.”

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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everythingisawayoflife · 1 year

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what the poets are like when they are sick except i’m right bc i know them personally

i’m bored and have extreme writers block, so here ya go, do with this what you will.

Neil:

Neil does not get sick often but when he does, its Bad™️

It starts small, usually a throat tickle but by the end of the day, he’s beaten to a pulp by a virus

He gets bad fevers but he always claims it’s because he runs warm (and he does, so fair point)

Neil gets eerily quiet - like you would almost swear he was dead from not talking so much

He becomes a completely different person, a shadow of himself. He hardly smiles, hardly laughs. He’s miserable.

He’s also extremely touch-starved and even though he won’t ask for them, cuddles are welcome despite a very weak protest of “I don’t want you to catch this”

He hates medicine - it tastes like crap

will come to class sick and even went to rehearsal w/ the flu at one point - he passed out

it takes him a while to get over something, usually a week or so before he can shake something entirely

Todd:

Todd has the WORST immune system in the world like a sickly Victorian child with consumption does not compare to him

You cannot even BREATHE in Todd’s direction after getting over a cold because Todd will catch it and it will be bad

Todd always got sick growing up but his parents thought it would go away growing up - they have never been more wrong

Todd likes to burrito himself in blankets because he runs extremely cold

Usually the first of the poets to get sick and then he gives his germs to Neil then Neil gives it to the others

Likes getting “Get Well Soon” cards

Inhales chicken noodle soup as if his life depended on it

congestion is the worst for him and he sounds very funny when he talks (neil thinks it’s cute)

likes being sung to sleep

Charlie:

when i say dramatic, i really mean dramatic. very over the top.

“CAMERON, I’B DYING! QUICK, WRITE DOWN MY WILL!”

sneezes snot rockets and its digusting

refuses medicine like a child

“you have to sweat it out”

gets sick from doing the dumbest things like jumping into cold water

just wants to be held but masks it over comedic exaggeration

his mom always took care of him when he fell ill, so really late at night if a headache or something is keeping him up, he cries because he’s homesick and wishes she was taking care of him

consumes cough drops like candy (he definitely's shouldn't be but he does b/c cameron just lets him and stopped trying to stop it a longgg time ago)

Knox:

out of all the poets, knox has the strongest immune system

he has terrible seasonal allergies tho, they're worse in the spring

the worst he's gotten sick was a bout of appendicitis where it DID burst and he nearly died

he thinks the scar makes him look cool (it doesn't)

he's usually the one making the soup runs and midnight trips to walgreens for the tylenol & ibuprofen

if knox does happen to get a passing virus, it ALWAYS lasts for no more than 24 hours

he acts completely normal, like up and walking around, functioning like a normal person

hates being coddled and he smacks people's hands away when they try to feel for a temperature

Pitts:

the biggest symptom he gets is a terrible cough (you can hear what's in his lungs and it's horrendous)

he overheats but doesn't get freezing like todd

he hates to be alone when he's sick, he starts to get very anxious

has no appetite at all whether it's a minor cold or full blown stomach flu he just can't stomach more than an apple and some water

had to get his tonsils taken out and instead of being miserable, he was happy he got to eat popsicles

while ear infections are more common among little kids, he's always managed to get one at least once a year

like knox, he never gets sick easily but when it does hit him, it's nothing too bad

has an extreme fear of needles and the doctor's office. he once became seriously feverish and delirious and when the poets tried taking him to the clinic at welton, he kicked charlie in the stomach for trying to move him. he still feels bad about it despite his memory of it being fuzzy

always loses his voice and has a special notebook he writes in when he needs to communicate with people

Meeks:

does not have the strongest immune system and gets sick abnormal times

develops stress fevers and getting him to lay down is quite a challenge

like neil, meeks will come to class sick and will pass out in the middle of a lesson

when he finally is confined to bed rest, he always has a book or some kind of brain teasers w/ him

honey lemon tea becomes his very best friend during his course of illness

usually the one diagnosing himself or his friends (actually owns a stethoscope he got from a friend of his dad's)

always brings a first aid kit to the poet cave b/c jagged rocks and risk of infection

he always sounds terrible, the congestion is even worse than todd's

always gets extreme migraines that make him cry

Cameron:

also bitches and moans when he gets sick - he and charlie are far more alike than he thinks

is the pretentious kid with a bell who rings for service - charlie chucked it out their window

uses absence as just one really long study hall and finishes all his homework AND manages to get ahead

when he comes back from being sick he always asks "didja miss me?" everyone says no (in a joking way but charlie actually means it)

doesn't get too terribly sick and not too often

when he does get sick, dizzy spells are the worst for him

like pitts, he always loses his voice no matter the scenario

actually hates drinking tea and will just pour honey straight down his throat

has a favorite medicine flavor - it's grape

BONUS: Keating always gives the boys a book when they return from being sick or comes to visit them if they end up in the hospital. He always writes a get-well note in the books.

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron #john keating #dps fandom #dps headcanons #i really do love them with all my heart #i need to write a sickfic for neil #we need more on ao3 #i've been reading this knarlie fake dating one and it's so fucking good #anyway #do with this as you see fit

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Benjamin Linus Trivia Headcanons

should i start writing for this fandom? would i get an audience from like, the 10 active lost blogs on tumblr.com? i can do reader-inserts and general stuff. have some random ben headcanons that live rent-free in my brain

warnings: some angst, mentions of child abuse (all my homies hate roger linus)

Ben learned to cook when he was still a kid. Roger didn't have a lot of interest in cooking anything and was probably fine living off microwaveable DHARMA meals and dry cereal. Ben often stayed over at Annie's house for dinner and learned early on how to manipulate conversations so they'd end with the adults giving him food or letting him stay for lunch or dinner because aside from that he didn't really get a lot of warm meals. Sandwiches were one of the first things he learned to make but it quickly evolved into complicated meals. He only ever cooked when his father was at work so Roger wouldn't demand to have some of the food as well and reprimand him if it wasn't to his liking. Ben eventually taught Alex how to cook.

Ben had the typical abused kid habit of hoarding stuff under his bed and wherever he could best hide his possessions in his room because he feared his father wouldn't approve of them or destroy them when he was drunk and enraged by a minor inconvenience.

This became a habit that continued way into adulthood. A lot of his drawers have secret compartment where he keeps items that aren't necessarily secret or vital to his plans but just a little more valuable to him than everything else he owns.

Ben became so used to lying as his default that after he becomes Hurley's #2 he has to actively correct himself. Hurley would ask him a question and Ben's immediate response is to lie before he goes "oh wait hold on-" and then says the truth.

After Alex dies, everytime he's in mortal danger he's struggling with the thought that now no one's going to remember the real him or hardly anything about him that wasn't based on a lie if he died

His favorite songs are "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel and "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra.

Has gone to Jacob's cabin at least once to rant about how much he thinks Goodwin sucks

One of those people who brush their teeth before breakfast

The thought that Jacob might not actually exist is definitely something that has occurred in Ben's mind and he tried to push that idea away everytime it creeped up on him.

Worst hay fever known to man. Is fine on the island but everytime he leaves it in spring or summer he has to pop 2 allergy pills a day to function normally

Has these cute little cat sneezes. People have definitely tried not to laugh about it in his presence.

He has never been held as a kid and it's very noticeable

Ben has been in many situations where his life was in danger but two of them include choking on cereal and attempting to teach himself how to drive after Roger refused to do it

Has never been drunk. Only over his dead body would he put himself into a situation where he's at risk of spilling all his secrets in an intoxicated state.

The music that plays in the bear cage when you earn a fish biscuit doesn't actually come from the DHARMA Initiative; it isn't in the Hydra Orientation video even though there's sound when they activate that mechanism. Ben added that music in retrospect for his own personal amusement. Definitely sat in the surveillance room snickering to himself whenever Sawyer got a fish biscuit.

He tried to draw an identikit of Jacob solely based on Richard's descriptions on more than one occasion.

#lost abc #lost #benjamin linus #ben linus

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assassinschaoticcreed · 19 days

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Since Spring is finally here (aka allergy season...)! Which of the boys has the worst allergies?

oh god I HATE allergies and mine are acting up currently rip.

Desmond. it's funny because none of the auditores have allergies so every year when desmonds allergies get bad they panic and call every and any doctor to come help.

doctor: don't worry these are just your natural every day allergies, take some--

auditores: IS HE GONNA DIE??

doctor: what? no. just give him some--

auditores: ARE YOU SURE?

doctor: ...yes. he has seasonal allergies. there are many over the counter medications and he can try.

they will always panic when his allergies are bad.

#ac #assassins creed #ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #auditores #desmond miles #ac desmond

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zahraa17 · 2 years

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اسئل سؤال علي حسب بطاريتك كام ٪ 😂

1%. Age?

2%. Mom or dad?

3%. Country?

4%. Favorite Letter?

5%. Religion?

6%. Who's your crush?

7%. Can we be friends?

8%. Longest Relationship?

9%. Shortest Relationship?

10%. How many exes do you have?

11% Short or long haired?

12% What is your favorite candy?

13%. Dream place to travel?

14%. Favorite song?

15%. Who's your Best friend?

16%. Would you be with me?

17%. Would you go out with me?

18%. What am I to you?

19%. Summer or winter?

20%. Fall or Spring?

21%. Do you still like your ex?

22%. Can we be best friends?

23%. Most memorable experience?

24%. Morning or Night person?

25%. Kiss or Slap?

26%. When was the Last time you fell inlove?

27%. Math or Science?

28%. Full name of your crush?

29%. What do you hate about me?

30%. What do you like about me?

31%. Phobias?

32%. Allergies?

33%. Sweet or Sour?

34%. Salty or Spicy?

35%. Worst Experience?

36%. Best Experience?

37%. Would you kiss me?

38%. Favorite Sport?

39%. Dream Job?

40%. Favorite color?

41%. Favorite Aesthetic?

42%. BTS or Blackpink?

43%. Anime or K-pop?

44%. When did you start editing?

45%. Favorite Singer?

46%. Favorite Band?

47%. Favorite song?

48%. Favorite Drink?

49%. Favorite Meal?

50%. Favorite Dessert?

51%. Favorite Snack?

52% Who's your partner in crime?

53%. Would you give me a hug?

54%. What would you do in a room with me?

55%. Would you ever like me?

56%. Are you a Ghoster?

57%. Are you a Seener?

58%. Would you go out with me?

59% . Do you hate me?

60%. Do you love me?

61%. Favorite Person?

62%. Have you thought about me?

63%. Have you ever dreamed about me?

64%. have you ever had your first kiss?

65%. Are we going to meet ..?

66%. Favorite item?

67%. Dream Item?

68%. Dream Career?

69%. What is your favorite personality?

70%. What is your favorite animal?

71%. Have you cried because of someone?

72%. What is your addiction?

73%. What is your biggest dream?

74%. Favorite Quote?

75%. Favorite Movie?

76%. Favorite Food?

77%. Action,Comedy or fantasy?

78%. Honored Student or no?

79%. Quiet or Noisy?

80%. Would you give your life for someone?

81%. When you are jealous do you show it?

82%. Are you toxic?

83%. Lunchtime or Snacktime?

84%. Would you go back to your Ex?

85%. Am I Important to you?

86%. Do I look like a nice person to you?

87%. Who do you admire to be one day?

88%. Worst thing you've done?

89%. Best thing you've done?

90%. Dream gift?

91%. Best gift you've received?

92%. small or Big Spoon?

93%. Do you make the first move?

94%. Have you ever dreamed of us being together?

95%. Candy or Chocolate?

96%. Dogs or Cat?

97%. Favourite Number?

98%. Easy way or hard way?

99%. •You don't get to ask anything•

100% •Any Question here•

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mayaluvzyou · 7 months

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A few little Eddie hcs that I've thought of over time, but they get super specific 🫶🫶

He subconsciously picks at the skin on his fingers or lips when he gets nervous or bored

When he first started playing guitar, he tried making a shitty capo with a pencil and two rubber bands (It didn't work)

Has the worst allergies ever during spring. He literally looks like a corpse

He has super bad bed head but somehow still looks amazing in the morning

Pets the random cats that roam around his trailer park whenever he can

He was caught air-guitaring to 'The Stroke' by Billy Squier less than a week after saying he hated the song (he most definitely pretended it never happened)

Had a huge Frosted Flakes phase when he was younger. The mf ate it for breakfast for like two weeks straight

Stays up until 4am planning new campaigns solely running off of a can of Mt. Dew and a thing of instant ramen

Had the same pair of beat up sneakers with little doodles on them all throughout middle school. Half because he couldn't really afford new ones, and half because he didn't want to get rid of them

Modern!Eddie watched all of the Saw movies. His favorite was the third one

He taps his fingers to the beat of one of his favorite songs, whether he's listening to it or not, on literally any flat surfaces he can find

Would've either loved or hated South Park. No in between.

He had a white bedside table that he messily wrote reminders on the side of, so when he'd wake up, it'd be right there

Strictly uses pens during school because he likes them more than pencils. Very occasionally a mechanical pencil if he can't find a pen

#eddie munson #stranger things #my totally real bf #eddie munson headcanons #im so obsessed with him its actually concerning

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