#how to get rid of allergic reaction

[vixen-tech]

it’d be really funny if the AIs got infected with a lovebug virus and the reader has to take care of them

Oh this is such a cheesy one and yet it's something I love to roll around my head!!! They get so uncharacteristically affectionate while their systems fight off the bug somewhere in the back of their minds. How jarring it is from your perspective varies wildly depending on which AI we're talking about.

See some of them are already pretty affectionate and clingy. You would be forgiven for not noticing how Edgar gets just a bit more desperate to keep you from going to work, or how Wheatley gets just a bit bolder fishing for compliments. The biggest hint that something is up is their inability to focus on anything that's not you. Edgar forgets that he likes music until you mention being excited to hear the peice he was working on before the virus. Wheatley for once has no reaction to Galdos making fun of him because he's too busy staring at you, too entranced to even realize she's said anything.

It's much easier to figure out what's happened with the professional folk. Hal, Tau, and Auto are all decently stoic and even-voiced. Which makes it quite the shock when they go so far as to abandon their job in favor of checking up on you and soaking up your attention. For the first time Hal confesses to wishing he could hold you. Tau's constant inquiries focus entirely on what little he knows of romance and your romantic past. Auto for once is open about his fondess for you that he cares about your well-being more than he does the ship's other passengers

Now the most bewildering are the ones openly antagonistic to you, to the point where you were convinced it was some long con ploy. AM already has a tendency to play hot and cold with you, but never before has he so innocently cooed at you like you were a puppy- even gently squishing your face in his wires. P03 has never looked this unashamedly happy over something that wasn't a won game of Inscryption, chattering away about how much he thinks about you and how excited he always is to play against you. GLaDOS seemed allergic to giving you genuine compliments before this, now droning on between chambers about how clever you are and much you're improving at her tests.

Now the conversations you have after they finally get rid of the virus? Now that ought to be interesting.

[polarspaz]

Drake AU

Since Drakes are basically extinct and no one knows shit about them, Tim has no idea what to expect or do in certain situations regarding his monstrous heritage.

After receiving the bracelet from the old fortune teller, Tim considers the whole Drake thing settled. As long as he wears the band he will stay human, but if he takes it off, his form will constantly fluctuate between Drake and human. So, just don't take off the bracelet, Tim thinks, easy enough.

Until only a few months after his skin start getting really, really itchy. It gets to the point where he is up most of the night, digging his nails into his skin for some relief, but despite how much pain he is in, he ignores it. He's working on a very hard case right now and can't spare the time, he can deal with this after.

That was before he found himself being grabbed and restrained from behind by Jason, while Dick came out of nowhere and pulled up his large hoodie to reveal the red blotches of skin littering his pale abdomen.

The two older boys had noticed Tim's constant itching and seeing that Tim wasn't going to fix it himself, knew it was time for them to step in when they saw his nails getting raw and bloody. They drag him down to the lab to see if he's having an allergic reaction, but it soon becomes obvious it's a problem relating to his Drake genetics.

After a bit of encouragement from his brothers, Tim decides to take the bracelet off, only to find himself on the floor, transforming immediately. The mixture of pain and relief is awful, but once the shift it's over, it's obvious what his problem is, he's shedding.

So for the next two weeks, Tim is stuck as a Drake unto his shed is complete. Normally a Drake only needs one week to shed, but since Tim is a mixed breed, it's worse than usual, specifically because of his hair. Drakes don't have hair, so it's harder for him to get rid of the dry skin and scales around the roots of his mane.

[scrapingby]

Okay but what if G.U.N. sent Stone to work for Robotnik in the hope that they kill each other (or that at least one of them gets rid of the other)?

Every day Robotnik is working for them, he becomes more a danger dangerous. His expectations and demands are only growing more and more absurd and when he doesn't get his way? He lashes out. They have almost no leverage over them, since he knows the dirtiest secrets of every high ranking member of the organization. And the more dissatisfied he grows, the angrier he becomes. Which results in several dead/missing agents and and even more life's that are completely ruined.

Agent Stone was an exemplary agent. Creepily so. He always reached the mission objective, no matter how impossible they were. He seemed more machine than man at times, the way he followed even the most humiliating and dangerous orders to the letter. It freaked both colleagues and superiors out. And when they realized that both his mind and his memory were far too sharp, even for an agent of his rank, they panicked. Because he knew EVERYTHING. All those meetings he attended as bodyguard? He knew every single detail. A general had a barely noticeable allergic reaction to insects once in his presence? That general died surrounded by a horde of bees a week after inappropriately touching Stone. If Stone ever decides to turn against them, he has the knowledge and skill to destroy the entire organization. And already there are dead people turning up everywhere around him that were decidedly not part of missions.

G.U.N. knows that if they fail in an assassination attempt on either of these two, they will come after them. And there's a high chance G.U.N. won't be able to survive it.

So they assign Agent Stone to Dr. Robotnik.

They hope that they'll drive each other insane, that they'll decide to kill each other.

They should have considered what would happen if they took a liking to each other.

At least they are calmer now.

And if the price for that is having to watch them live out their weird bdsm fetishes?

It's price they are happy to pay (until they finally do turn their backs to G.U.N.)

[wlwsoccerfics]

Allergies(AggieBeever-JonesXWilliamsonReader)

A/N: did some research but it still might not be 100 % accurate. Hope you still like it.

Warning: allergic reaction, bee sting, mentions of Type 1 Diabetes and hospitals.

summary: you are at practice and a bee stings you. You are allergic so your girlfriend comes to your rescue.

You were sitting on the bench in the changing rooms, getting ready for practice, putting on your boots. Chatting with Lucy. Your England teammate.

"are you excited for national Camp?" Lucy wanted to know. You nodded your head softly. You felt glad to be Part of the England Team again after being out with am injury for 5 months.

"yes can't wait to be back at Camp in 10 days. It's very exciting for me!" You admitted.

"you deserve it for sure!" Lucy told you.

"thanks luce!" You replied and smiled at her.

Ten minutes later you were on the pitch, kicking the ball back and forth with Aggie, your girlfriend of two years. You felt something on your Leg and let out a whimper when it pierced your skin. Aggie frowning when she saw your face. You looked down on your Leg. Oh this was bad.

"Babe you okay?" She asked.

"i got stung by a bee!" You announced. Aggie was trying not to panic. Keira who heard you say it , quickly ran over. Helping you sit down on the ground.

"i have your epipen." Aggie said, after grabbing it from her own bag. She always had one with her. Not a Minute to late cause you started to feel the effects of the bee sting. Your throat was scratching. Swallowing hurt and was difficult. Aggie quickly used the epipen on you. All the Girls of the Team were standing close by now. Keira laid you down now, while Lucy called an ambulance and Aggie was talking to you to keep you calm.

"it's all okay Babe. Don't worry. We got you!" She told you.

"okay." You managed to get out. Not looking forward to the hospital. You had spend way too much time in there as a kid cause you have type 1 Diabetes, then two years ago you had to have ACL surgery.

"good thing we all knew about you being allergic and what to do!" Hannah stated.

5 minutes later you were already loaded into an ambulance, aggie riding with you. Holding your hand gently.

"i am so glad we caught you getting stung in time!" Aggie stated. Cause she sure as hell was worried enough about you all the time with your Diabetes. Even though you mostly got it under Control.

"Same." You told her. Thankful that the epipen worked. Getting checked over at the hospital was still something that had to be done unfortunately. Aggie gently kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes, relaxing a bit cause of the gesture.

At the hospital they checked you over, wanting to keep you for Observation for a few hours before Aggie could take you Home. She was with you the entire time. Holding your hand. You really appreciated her trying to keep your mind off of the fact that you were in the Hospital. Cause she knew how much you hated them.

"oh your sister is calling!" Aggie said, looking at the Screen of her Phone. She answered the call.

"Leah, hey..." Your girlfriend answered.

"aggie, how is my sister? I heard from Millie that she is at the hospital!" Your sister asked. She sounded really concerned.

"she is okay. We can leave the hospital soon. Just had to stay for a bit after i had to use the epipen on her. She got stung by a bee!" Aggie explained.

"thank god that she is okay! Can i talk to her?" Leah asked.

"Sure!" Aggie Said and handed her Phone over to you.

"hey Leah, don't worry i am alive!" You let her know.

"certainly glad to hear that. Would hate a life without my annoying little sister!" She replied teasingly.

"you won't her rid of me so easily." You told her jokingly. After a little bit of banter you ended the call and could leave the hospital soon after.

You sat on the Couch, cuddled up into Aggies Arms. Munching on a slice of extra cheese Pizza, which the two of you had picked up on your way home from the hospital.

"how is your blood sugar by the way?" Your girlfriend asked.

"scared of another hospital Trip today?" You asked jokingly.

"funny." She Said and playfully rolled her eyes, she couldn't help but smile though.

"it's cute when you worry! But my blood sugar is at it's best behavior!" You answered. Kissing her gently and she kissed you back.

Let's just say the Pizza was quickly forgotten.

[phantomposting]

Ayo it's time for another half asleep sleep deprived prompt rant let's gooooo! Please excuse any typos or grammar errors I haven't slept more than 2hrs in the past 24hrs and I'm suffering from a hard-core bout of insomnia and a accidentally burned myself. But anyways let's get into the rant starting with trigger warnings!

TW: BLOOD, VOMIT, SICKNESS, FOOD INSECURITY, ABUSE

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So I have been absolutely obsessed with blood blossoms used in angst fics since I first joined the fandom. I also see them as a great way to make a fun sickfic or a amazing tool for darker fics to use to trap or harm our favorite boyo. I read.the most amazing blood blossom poisoning fic recently tho and it absolutely gave me the brain itch again to theorize more about blood blossom aus!

So in this au Tim Drake and Danny are dating they've been doing well for the most part but when Tim asks to meet Danny's parent's he's super avoident of it. It's been making Tim feel as if Danny doesn't see this as a serious relationship that or he's hiding something and Tim needs to figure out what.

Danny of course as Vlad's godson is the heir to his company even tho he definitely doesn't want it. Atleast getting dragged into rich people shenanigans led to Danny meeting his boyfriend whom he is absolutely head over heels for.

Tim keeps asking to meet his parents but Danny doesn't want them to ruin things. They don't even know how old he is anymore for Ancients sake. They've acted like he isn't even there since Jazz went to college Danny's had to fend for himself and them essentially turning into a bit of a parent/guardian for them. Paying bills, making sure they eat, ect. But he can only do so much and between it all he doesn't get much time or enough money to eat as often as he should. It's a real mess. He definitely doesn't want Tim seeing that and worrying either so he keeps coming up with excuses to make sure the Fenton parents never meet him or his family.

Vlad is super upset with Danny for getting so close with his biggest competition. He continously demands the boy behave and to dump that leech before he swipes all of Vlad's hard work from right under his nose. Danny could absolutely care less. The boy is really getting on Vlad's final nerve being his sweet Madeline's kid means nothing if he's just going to act like another Jack. The world absolutely needs no more Jack's in it.

Finally cutting his losses with this kid Vlad devises a plan to once and for all get rid of the little brat. He will take blood blossom extract and poison the useless heir of his at the next gala.

The ingredient tho extremely rare can be common for the super wealthy. It's always been quite the nuisance for him but now there's finally a perk to that damn flower. None will be the wiser the death will be ruled as either an allergic reaction to a rare ingredient the child had never encountered enough to know of or they'll learn of Daniel's ghost side and not anyone will care thinking a ghost had taken the poor kids place.

Vlad will get pity among his peers and possibly finally gain the chance to overshadow the Wayne's and finally take them out of the game once and for all. Maddie will blame Jack for such a accident vlad will be sure to make it so. With nothing left to hold her back and a newly loveless marriage she will finally turn to him they'll create a new family with the perfect son and nothing will stop him from living his happily ever after. It was the perfect plan in Vlad's mind.

So the next Gala comes around. Danny and Tim have a big and accidentally rather public argument about Danny's parent's and this leads Danny to storm off alone to try and cool off. This ends up being the perfect time for Vlad to corner the boy.

He gives Danny an ultimatum dump Tim and join him or else. Danny refuses. " oh nieve little badger... you really should have taken me up on the offer." He shakes his head as he pins the boy to the wall by the collar of his shirt and injects him with the poison.

Soon Danny is left alone curled in a writhing ball of pain upon the floor as the blood blossoms burn at his insides ripping him apart from inside to out. A silent ball of agony as he doesn't know what to do. He can't risk anyone finding out about his ghostly side not even Tim. He can't access his powers. He can't escape. All feels hopeless and he feels doomed to fade here.

Meanwhile Tim begins to get worried usually Danny takes a bit of time but he always comes back pretty quickly then both apologize for the argument and move on. Tim's definitely feeling pretty guilty for this one pushing him so hard. He just wants this relationship to be as normal as it can be. For once in his life he's having a pretty average civilian life and weirdly enough he's thriving with it. He understands tho that some people aren't on good terms with their parents but Danny always only ever really says nice things about his parents and its starting to make Tim feel like he's just not good enough to meet them.

But either way Tim begins to worry he drove Danny off so he goes to look for him to apologize for pushing him so hard. He wasn't really expecting to find Danny in a secluded room all alone curled up against a wall looking smaller than he's ever looked before. Almost looking as if he were hiding tears. It honestly broke Tim's heart to see him like this. Tim definitely wasn't expecting that when he started to apologize that Danny would look up at him with way too much blood to be okay dripping from his nose.

Danny was bleeding quite a bit. His eyes were unfocused and Lazarus green and absolutely filled with fear. Tears dripped down his far too pale cheeks as he tried to focus on Tim. His breathing was harsh and heavy and clearly pained. He looked as if he were in agony.

This immediately sends Tim into panic mode. Wtf happened while he was gone? How did he get into contact with Lazarus water?? Is his boyfriend dying??? Tim starts going into hero mode trying to figure out how to help Danny. They make a quick stealthy escape of the gala and Danny refuses a hospital trip. Tim won't push too hard cause clearly Lazarus water is somewhere in the mix.

So they go to the only person Tim can think of. Doctor Leslie! There's a lot of panic from everyone and delirious rambling from Danny until eventually they finally figure out he's been poisoned. Somehow miraculously they manage to cure said poison and save Tim's boyfriend.

Or so they think turns out they only really slow/pause the blood blossoms effects. Danny has extensive physical damage from the blood blossoms eating away at everything and Tim thinks Danny was poisoned with Lazarus water. He makes Danny stay with him in his apartment for awhile to monitor him and his condition and keep his eye out for the one that poisoned him and keep him safe.

Vlad makes a huge stink about Danny going missing leading to some big search for the missing heir. Its all a huge mess!

Slowly over time this sickfic with tons of sweet fluff moments and stuff would reveal why Danny isn't keen on introducing his parents to Tim. Tim would learn Danny's parent's are super neglectful and possibly downright evil judging by all the scars his poor boyfriend is left with. Not to mention he's far too thin! Thinner than Tim expected cause with his clothes on sure he looks rather slim but you would never guess the poor guynwas just skin and bone. Its deeply worrying.

There would be lots of moments where Danny is avoident on details and it only makes Tim's detective brain itch more for answers. Slowly but surely they learn aswell that Danny's body is never going to fully work the same either. Over time they even realize it's very Slowly worsening making them discover the blood blossom isn't fully cured.

Then comes the big search for a cure and Tim going full mama bird for his bf! We also get a slow ghost reveal, giw reveal, and reveal that Vlad's evil and Tim is absolutely going to rip that man apart for doing this to his poor boyfriend.

There's absolutely tons th8s fic could cover and it's absolutely dealer's choice on what and how they would want to cover it! I would absolutely go feral to see this prompt used :D you could even get into some league of assassin's chaos or giw chaos with everything else going on! The possibilities are endless :D

[thesuperiorrobin]

can't stop thinking about damian going absolutely feral thinking his lips are going to fall off of his face after kissing his s/o who's wearing one of that lip plumper glosses 😭

He will lose his MIND!

Damian is not familiar with any type of makeup. At all. He knows what it is he just doesn’t know the variety of them. He’s wondering why his lips are burning becoming more red than they usually are, and swollen. He suspects that they’re probably infected from not cleaning a wound properly but that wasn’t the case at all. He’s in the bathroom for minutes trying to get rid of the sensation until it finally dies down. For the rest do the evening he’s wondering what caused it and maybe it was just an allergic reaction he had to something that he had eaten but he can’t pinpoint what. It’s not until he visits your home during patrol while everyone is asleep and you are wide awake, bored out of your mind as you practice your makeup skills. The lip plumper on from before as you reapply it. when he enters your bedroom through your window you greet him with a quick kiss on the lips completely forgetting what you have on.

Damian doesn’t think much of it—thinking it’s just your regular go-to lip gloss you always wear. A few minutes later the horrible sensation comes back and he’s trying hard not to think about it—he doesn’t want to worry you. Of course, he doesn’t. That’s until you notice that distraught look on his face. Very gently you ask if he’s alright and he can only reply with a shake of his head mumbling how his lips burn so much. It takes a few seconds for the gears in your head to work out what he just said. And when it does you gasp and quickly apologize—trying to go grab a wet wipe, finding yourself in between his legs as you gently grass his cheek and clean the gloss off his lips. Damian is still confused as to why you apologizing—you explain why his lips left him with a burning sensation. He can’t really wrap his head around so all he can do is nod.

[gudfornuthin]

The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter five

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (au)

Summary: the reader is having trouble with the workers. Frank is having trouble with his old man. They find peace in a new menu item for the bakery.

Word count: 2k

Series warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

A/N: is it bad I’m most excited about writing the one-shots for this series? Long way to go until then though. Thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated :)

Y/N feels like she's close to reaching her limit. The studio is barely halfway complete, and the workers are taking her for some idiot that they can walk all over. Time is running out, and she can't afford to keep pushing back the opening date. She also knows she can't bite back too much at said workers, as it will only cause more trouble for her down the road. For now, she remains courteous.

"You're telling me there's a mould problem?"

"Yep. A big one at that."

It's another early morning, and Y/N stands in front of the main worker she's been dealing with the past few weeks, her stomach in knots. His news is the last thing she wants to hear right now, and the cost that will follow it sounds so much worse.

"I don't understand," she continues. "I had a surveyor come in and do an inspection before I finalised the sale. He told me everything was fine."

"Sweetheart, unless you think I'm lying, your surveyor was full'a shit," the worker says, shrugging his shoulders as if it's no big deal.

Y/N purses her lips. Deep breaths. "Either way, l'm not sure if I can pay to get this fixed."

"Well you better call someone 'cause this is more than we were hired for."

She can feel the condescension pouring out of him, as she anxiously wrings her hands together. Y/N is not a pushover. She knows this. Everyone important in her life knows this. But some battles just aren't worth fighting.

She nods. "Right. I'll go, uh, see if there's anyone available soon."

Y/N walks away, not before hearing the worker chuckle under his breath. She closes her eyes and once more takes a deep breath. it's not worth it.

She makes her way downstairs into the makeshift kitchen and living room. Opening her laptop, she searches for anyone local who can deal with the mould, while also not costing an arm and a leg. Her head is pounding and the worry that the studio might never be completed takes over. It feels impossible and overwhelming, and all Y/N wants to do is scream. So she stops looking at her laptop, shifts all the furniture and boxes to the side of the room as to give herself enough floor space, and does the one thing that calms her down the most. Ballet. It's cramped and not exactly easy to perform all the moves properly, but she twirls and bends and leaps as if on stage in front of a mesmerised crowd.

Just as she's about to glide into a pirouette, her phone pings. Y/N calms herself down from the ballet high and reaches for the device.

The name that pops up elicits more of a high school girl reaction than she would have liked it to, as she feels the butterflies materialise in her stomach. The message itself, however, leaves her feeling more so confused.

'Are you allergic to nuts?" - Frank

She furrows her brow but tries not to dwell on it too much. He's a baker, that's a question he probably asks people quite frequently.

'Hello to you too. No, I'm not, why?'

‘Just wondering. How you doing anyways?’

Y/N huffs, unsure if she wants to load her issues onto Frank. However, it might be good to let some steam off on anyone willing to listen.

‘I've got mould.’

'Damn. Might wanna get that checked by a doctor.'

Frank's response causes Y/N to laugh and roll her eyes, glad someone is willing to make jokes about the whole situation. Her phone pings as he sends another text.

'Seriously though that's gotta be rough. The workers doing anything about it?'

She shakes her head as if he could see her through the screen.

'Nope. Hoping to find a guy who can get rid of it all. Might need to sell my soul to pay them though.'

The reality soon hits her again, as she rests her elbows on the counter and rubs her eyes. Maybe she is in over her head. Maybe it should've been a warning to her when she got the place for dirt cheap. Now everything is falling apart one after the other. She needs to lie down in a dark room for at least 20 hours. Another ping.

'Check the front door.'

Y/N is confused but goes along with what Frank tells her to do. She leaves the room and heads downstairs, opening the door. She looks down and spots a bag filled to the brim with baked goods. Ones, of course, from Bakehouse 31. A few of them with what appears to be almonds coating the tops. Her smile is wide, as she picks up the treats and glances across the street. She sees Frank through the bakery window looking at her. He waves and she does the same back.

Y/N can already hear Farah's sarcastic remark. Yeah, there's definitely nothing going on between you two.

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It's the following day and Y/N is carrying two large pizza boxes, heading towards the bakery. She felt slightly bad with how often Frank gave her free stuff and thought this was the best thing to offer in return.

Thankfully Bakehouse 31 is quiet as she enters, spotting David behind the counter. He notices her too and finishes up with the customer he's dealing with.

"Hey, it's ballerina girl!" he spreads his arms out wide and smiles at her.

She smiles back. "Y/N is fine, thank you."

She places the pizzas down on the counter, David looking at them in shock and hunger.

"I thought since you guys kept giving me free pastries, I could give you pie in return." She shrugs. "You can just share it out with everyone."

"Thanks," David responds, moving the boxes to one of the counters behind him. "It's just the two of us working here though. But I don't like sharing so two pizzas is perfect." Y/N nods, glad her tasty gift is appreciated.

David takes a slice, shoving most of it in his mouth like he hadn't eaten for days. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're also here to see the big guy?"

She proves him right by awkwardly looking down at the floor and shifting from one foot to the other. Yeah, definitely here to see Frank.

David shakes his head in amusement. "He's out back. You can go check on him if you want, been out there for a while now."

Y/N thanks him and makes her way towards the back where David directed her to go. The door is slightly agar and as she goes to open it, she hears a strained voice, gradually raising in volume. Frank.

"I can't keep talking about this shit with you, alright?" There's no response that Y/N can hear, so she assumes he's on the phone. "I got a lot of orders to do."

Another bout of silence, then Frank's voice gets louder and sharper, making her jump. "It is important! It's important to me and it means a hell of a lot to everyone who buys our shit."

Y/N risks opening the door wider, peaking her head around to get a proper look at the man. He's turned away from her, one hand holding his phone and the other stressfully raking through his hair. She can see the veins bulging in his neck and knows his face is showcasing his anger well. She hates to admit it, but it terrifies her slightly. She feels on edge and ready to run at any second if things get nasty. It reminds her too much of her ex-boyfriend, Jonah, and how he would lose his temper with her at the smallest things. Maybe Frank isn't like that, she doesn't think he is. But the way he's acting right now, she hopes to never find out.

Frank carries on talking. "I'm done talkin' to you, dad. I gotta go help David out."

He finally hangs up and turns around, spotting Y/N in her frozen state. She awkwardly smiles and says hi. As if by magic, his hard, tense exterior softens instantly.

"Hey," he says, the tone of his voice a complete contrast to what it was moments ago. "Wasn't expecting to see you today, you good?"

"Sorry, I was just dropping off some pizzas for you and David," she tries to cover the shake in her voice. "As I felt bad for all the free stuff you've given me."

Frank is quick to wave her off. "Sweetheart, you didn't have to do that. I'm happy to give you all the sweet treats you want." He moves closer. "Thank you though, I'm sure David's already cleaned up one of them."

Sweetheart. Hearing him say that compared to when the worker called her the same thing feels different. It's not said in a condescending way, to make her feel inferior or small. It makes her feel good. It makes her feel close to him, like he's comfortable giving her a pet name. She hopes to hear him call her that more often.

"Oh also," Frank continues. "I've got something for you to try." He makes his way back into the bakery and Y/N quickly follows. He leads her into the kitchen, almost every surface covered with different pastries and muffins and loaves of bread. It's chaotic, but it makes Y/N love it so much more.

"Here," Frank moves a tray of muffins in front of her, picking one up and holding it out to take. "Tell me what you think."

She breaks a piece off and bites into it, the moist, cakey texture being complimented by a tart, sweet goo. Raspberry to be exact.

"Your friend mentioned it was a favourite of yours the other day," Frank says, watching her face to gage her reaction. "I knew I had to make some straight away as we didn't have any on the menu."

Y/N doesn't want to appear dramatic, but she feels like she could burst into tears right in front of him. The thought of Frank making the raspberry muffins because he knew they were her favourite makes her feel shy and incredibly touched. Something so simple yet so thoughtful and she isn't quite sure how to show her gratitude.

She places a gentle hand on his bicep, hoping he doesn't notice how sweaty her palms are. "That's probably the sweetest thing anyone's done for me. And they taste amazing, not that that's a shock." They smile at each other, as Frank pats her on the back and starts packing up the muffins.

"I hate to dampen the mood," he says as he places some of the muffins in a separate pile for her to take. "But how's work going at the studio?"

Y/N almost forgets about the shit show she left behind, sighing and picking at some of the raspberry pieces. "Well, I got a mould guy to do another check. And the guy who's making my life hell has now said it'll be triple what I originally thought the work would cost."

Frank shakes his head as she continues talking. "Also, and I don't know if this is just in my head, but I don't exactly feel comfortable being over there when they are now."

Frank feels the need to speak up at this. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugs. "The way they look at me, the way they talk to me. It's probably nothing but I just have that gut feeling, you know?" Frank finds it hard to hide his emotions, the thought of those men making Y/N feel uncomfortable, possibly unsafe, in her own studio. It makes him beyond pissed off.

He looks into her eyes, as she picks apart the muffin and eats it slowly. "I've said before and I'll say it again. You need me to go talk to them, just say the word and I'll deal with it."

Y/N incessantly shakes her head and swallows, not looking at him. "Frank, trust me, it's fine. I shouldn't have even brought it up!"

He takes her wrist and turns her to face him properly. His stare is intense as she finally meets his eyes. "You promise, sweetheart?"

That word again, sending her heart into overdrive. "Yeah. Promise."

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[seraphicloves]

𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫

⊱✿⊰ summary: riddle's mother had many rules for him one of which: focus on studies and forget about love.

⊱✿⊰ warnings: forbidden love except its jst bc riddle is silly billy, i wanted this to be romeo and juliet coded kinda but it doesn't work that well. Omg unless i make it like reader if from the rival school and riddle loves her teheheheh ahem ignore that, reader is yuu and should be gn (correct me on mistakes but be nice or i will ignore u) mild spoilers for book one!

⊱✿⊰ notes: i have no notes bc i started rambling in the warning section uh i think im high off of oxygen. might make a part two idk confessions perhizzle??

riddle lived his life on certainty. he woke up every morning, knowing exactly what he would wear and eat. he knew who would be troublesome and what classes he would be attending. he knew everything down to each very specific detail. which led him to believe in one more certainty: he was allergic to you.

he had to be! why else would his heartbeat accelerate so quickly? why else would his hands feel all prickly and warm whenever you grabbed them because your excitment bubbled out of you. why else would his stomach feel like it was being dropped to his feet whenever you smiled at anybody else other than him? it was the only logical decision.

"uh, no riddle. you're in love." trey had commented one day, after the housewarden had finished complaining about his strange encounters with you. riddle assumed trey was joking, riddle didn't fall in love! he had studies and other important things to do, he had no time for such foolish affairs.

he felt his gaze follow your movements across the dining hall, as you dished out some tuna for grim to eat. riddle grimaced, internally cursing himself for his face heating up. stupid allergic reaction.

he just about flung his lunch tray when you spotted him, bouncing merrily over. he was going to die and you were the causation. surely there was some sort of rule you were breaking for making him feel so entirely insane. it was like being overblotted again except this times it because you were sending him to an early grave.

"hi, riddle!" you giggled, plopping down in the seat beside him. how could a magicless being trapped in the wrong world be so merry and joyful? how were you so....beautiful?

riddle clenched his fist at the sudden thought he had, accidentally squeezing the juice box he had in his hand and making the liquid come squirting out. he gasped at the sudden sticky mess, his cheeks turning as bright as the roses the queen loved so much. how dreadful.

"hello, [reader]." he said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. you didn't notice anything, thank the great seven for that. although you were still looking at him strangely for the juice mess he had created.

effortlessly you grabbed some napkins, cleaning up the table before grabbing his hand to clean the liquids on him. he froze, every nerve ending in his hand getting immediately set on fire.

abruptly riddle stood up, knocking the napkins out of your head accidentally. with a curt thanks he scurried off, walking stiffly like his muscles has suddenly turned to concrete.

with steam practically radiating off his face he marched to his room, trying to prevent the allergic reaction from taking dire affect. he had to be rid of all relations with you, he must! or else surely he would die from your close proximity or your melodic laugh or your pretty face or-

see, you were even deluding his thoughts. whatever disease you have cursed upon him was nothing less than burdensome. he needed to be rid of it, of you immediately.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! Sorry for the silly ask/ if you’ve already made a post about this, but I’ve had this burning question about the twst universe. Can those with seafood allergies kiss merfolk, or would they get an allergic reaction? I would understand if kissing a merfolk while they’re using the transformation potion wouldn’t cause an allergic reaction but what about their normal merfolk form. I also wonder if this is a moot point as medicinal magic could probably get rid of allergies but I’m constantly thinking about this… Mostly because I think it’s funny to imagine Yuu/the player kissing Octavinelle and getting an allergic reaction. This then also brings up if beastmen can also trigger allergies.

Sorry for the long ask or if it’s confusing to read, I just love reading your takes and headcanons

I think it’s a bit different for merpeople and beastmen? For those with fish allergies, it’s the protein in fish flesh (something you’d have to touch or digest) that invokes a reaction. For those with fur allergies, it’s the fur itself (being in the general vicinity can trigger allergies) that’s the problem. It also depends on the severity of the allergy + how sensitive the individual is, because not all people are the same. Like 💦 if someone is deathly allergic, I don’t think that would be a funny scenario for them.

There seems to be two broad types of merpeople (not specified in the lore, but identified visually by fans). Azul, Jade, and Floyd are closer to their animal counterparts. There are also NPCs that are more humanoid, with their fish features being their lower halves. They also lack the fins and gills that appear on Azul, Jade, and Floyd.

So my thought is that it may not be safe for someone with fish allergies to kiss the Octatrio in their true forms anywhere (again, depending on severity of their condition), but it would be safe to kiss the upper half of the more humanoid merpeople. Anaphylactic (severe allergic reaction) symptoms usually result from ingesting the allergen and not from simply touching the allergen, so 😅 touching shouldn’t be deadly? Though it could definitely conjure milder symptoms like rashes or redness. It’s also possible that it’s safe to engage with all merpeople, as most fish allergies emerge from exposure to certain proteins. If these proteins aren’t present in merpeople’s mucus secretions or saliva, then you’re fine.

Beastmen have animal traits, such as wolf/hyena/lion’s furry ears and tail, a bird’s feathered tail, etc. Because fur and feathers can come loose or their particles can taint the air in the immediate area, I think it’s highly likely that this would trigger allergies. You’d be breathing that stuff in even if you didn’t directly touch them.

I’d imagine that Savanaclaw and Sunset Savanna would become landmines for anyone with fur allergies 💦 Leona would shed, Jack would shed (look at his fluffy tail), even Ruggie would (even if his tail is shorter than that of his perts). Kifaji and other bird beastmen would be hazards too; feathers produce dandruff that can be perceived as irritants by the human body.

In terms of magic medicine, I’m not exactly sure if it’s feasible for it to eliminate allergies altogether??? Magic is only temporary, and that extends to things like potions (as transformation potions for merpeople last 7-10 days at most). Even things like healing potions don’t instantly cure you of all ailments, as we still see characters getting sick with things like the common cold (Riddle’s Labwear) and still need time to recover post-OB.

[fire-bugged]

The mercs reaction to being handed a kitten!

Mercenaries Are Handed A Kitten

Scout

- He’s never been around cats before. Never had any as a kid, and the base isn’t exactly a great place to keep pets.

- But the moment that little ball of fluff starts purring in his arms, his heart is melting. It’s just so cute!

- He has never felt anything so soft before, and he can’t stop smiling. Ends up trapped on the couch when they fall asleep in his lap. He doesn’t want to move and accidentally scare the little guy away.

- Also finds out the hard way that he’s allergic to cats. Cannot stop sneezing after only five minutes of petting the kitten. Worth it.

Soldier

- For the most part, he’s indifferent about cats. They’re cute, but beyond that he doesn’t have much of an opinion of them.

- But when the kitten starts play-biting him, he has the biggest grin on his face. He didn’t know cats could be so ferocious!

- Soldier now has a new favorite cadet. He trained the cat to attack ankles and leap down from high places to claw people. The only problem is that they can’t distinguish between teams very well. No one is safe from the feline terror. He’s still trying to figure out how to fix that little issue, but he’s incredibly proud nonetheless.

- The cat also gets along very well with Lieutenant Bites and the other raccoons. Maybe a little too well… they’ve learned how to sneak out of the base and tend to come home smelling of sour cream and garbage. Frequent baths are a must.

Pyro

- Absolutely ECSTATIC! They’ve always wanted a cat!

- They are immediately in love with the kitty. They spend SO much time getting cat supplies, alongside a ton of cute little cat toys, a cat tower, and a scratching post.

- Their cat is super chill. Completely unbothered by anything or anyone. Pyro uses this to their advantage to put the cat in cute little outfits sometimes. They have an entire cork board filled with photos of their cat in adorable costumes.

- The cat is allowed to freely wander the base, and Pyro loves to just follow them around and watch them do cat things. Whether it’s climbing up onto shelves, bathing itself, or just lounging in a sunbeam, Pyro enjoys hanging out with their cat.

Demoman

- When you hand him a kitten, he’s a bit hesitant at first. It’s far too dangerous to have a cat running around, the wee lad is going to be blown to smithereens!

- But to his surprise, the cat proves itself to be a fairly tough little guy. They’re able to stay out of trouble, mostly keeping to themselves and not getting into anything they shouldn’t. They’re also a skilled hunter, and single-handedly got rid of the base’s mouse problems.

- Demoman quickly took notice of how well the cat keeps rodents out of the base, and he gained a lot of respect for them. He’s a man who appreciates hard work.

- The cat is very food motivated. If anyone has food, they’ll follow them around yowling loudly until they’re given some table scraps. Demoman is the biggest sucker when it comes to this, and is the sole reason why the cat has gotten a bit fat. He can’t help it, they’re just so cute when they want something!

Heavy

- After being a mercenary for so long, there isn’t much that surprises Heavy anymore. However, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly hand him a kitten out of nowhere.

- The little ball of fur fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. He knew cats were small, but this thing is absolutely tiny.

- Refuses to feed it kibble. Heavy’s philosophy is that if he wouldn’t want to eat it, the cat shouldn’t be expected to, either. The cat’s diet mostly consists of various cooked meats, instead.

- The cat ends up being the type to perch on his shoulders. Whether Heavy is spending time in the rec room with the others, reading, cleaning Sascha, the cat will always leap up onto his back and curl around his shoulders and neck. Heavy will always reach up to gently pet the cat before returning to whatever he was doing.

Engineer

- He’s always been a dog person, but he’s familiar with cats thanks to how often he came across barn cats back in Texas. So when he’s handed a kitten out of nowhere, he’s got a fairly good idea of how to care for it.

- The kitten is a bit timid at first, but with a bit of patience, gentle encouragement, and tasty cat treats, Engineer is able to get the little guy to come out of their shell.

- The cat is an absolute cuddle-bug. They love to sit on his lap while he writes out new blueprints for his buildings. They like to swat at his pencil while he’s trying to write.

- The cat also likes to lay on top of the dispensers around the base. It’s one of their favorite places to nap.

Medic

- Medic is a bird person, not a cat person. The moment he’s handed a kitten, he immediately becomes a bit nervous. He doesn’t mind cats, but he doesn’t want them anywhere near his birds.

- He’ll likely find a new home for the cat with one of his teammates. So long as the cat is kept far away from his surgical ward and private quarters, then he’s fine.

- He may be able to cheat death in countless ways, but he hates the thought of his doves getting hurt. He’s not going to take that chance.

Sniper

- When he’s initially handed the kitten, he has no idea what to do with it. He’s never had a cat before. The only pet he’s ever had was a Spotted Python he had as a kid.

- The cat is very timid at first, running and hiding whenever someone comes close. Sniper can’t help but sympathize with the poor thing. It’s clearly scared and doesn’t understand what’s going on.

- He starts trying to gain its trust by leaving food in places close to where it likes to hide, and keeps his distance from those places. He never tries to approach the cat, not wanting to scare it away. As time goes on, the cat eventually starts to realize that Sniper isn’t a threat, and becomes curious instead. Sometimes, it even creeps up to him and gives him a cautious sniff, only to immediately run away the moment Sniper notices it.

- Progress is slow, but eventually Sniper is able to pet the cat for the first time without them being scared. They even begin to purr, and Sniper cracks a smile at the sound. All it took was a little time and patience.

Spy

- He had a couple of cats in the past, and he loved them very dearly. He hasn’t had a cat in years, but the moment the little kitten is in his hands, he can’t help but immediately fall in love with it.

- He’ll pretend he didn’t and act annoyed about having to look after it. But when you come back a couple hours later to check on him, that cat is melting in his lap and purring louder than a chainsaw.

- Absolutely spoils this cat. Only the highest-quality wet foods for them, as well as the plushest of cat beds to sleep on. However, the cat still prefers to sleep in his lap. Good thing he keeps a lot of lint rollers handy.

- He is also allergic to cats. He does have medication to help with it, though, so it doesn’t bother him as much.

[jujutsukgojo]

The Baby Project Chapter 11

Izuku Midoriya x reader, minor Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

The Baby Project masterlist

Summary: Noa's growing fast and is ready for the holiday season! tw: allergic reactions, Sen Kaibara

The room is stuffy from the smell of the smoke that is slowly being chased away by tired support course students. Even with their fanning and the open windows, it doesn’t help. Mei is truly something if she’s standing here like the smell isn’t bothering her. 

“And that’s that! Cool, right?”

Your hand is on your hip. Thankfully, Noa is with Izuku right now, so he doesn’t have to witness you beating the hell out of Mei. Your soon-to-be victim chuckles nervously and backs away slowly with her hands up. “H-hey! Don’t worry! This is something some people go through, so it’s manageable.”

“I’m not talking about the damn peanuts! I’m talking about the price! What the hell is this? Real Benadryl doesn’t even cost this much!” This morning, you were out of ideas for breakfast, so you decided to make Noa a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It ended up being a terrible mistake. He immediately broke out in splotches and complained of tingly lips and throat. You called Mei since Izuku was busy freaking out. Lo and behold, Mei Hatsume decided it’d be great to give Noa a damn peanut allergy. 

Neither you nor Izuku could believe it. When he was a baby, he was sensitive to regular diapers. Mei programmed some of the kids that way. She would also let you know that she programmed a ‘virus’ that the kids can catch. She didn’t say anything about food allergies. Thankfully, when you arrived, she stopped Noa’s reaction from progressing to give you time to give him the medicine, which is terribly overpriced. There’s no way this can continue without an explanation. Medicine, formula, baby food; all of it is paid out of your pocket without knowing where it is going.

“Mei,” You breathe deeply. “What are you people doing with our money?” Although Izuku insists on sharing his card to ease your financial pressure, you aren’t going to take advantage of it. 

She sucks in her lips. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” You growl. Normally, you don’t act like this towards people who are doing their jobs. However, this is not a normal situation. Mei sighs and smacks her thighs. “Because I don’t know either.”

You pause. “You serious?” 

“Yeah.” She looks down and takes off her goggles. “Nothing goes on sale, but I can cover you this time. As a… y’know.” Her voice trails off. It takes you no time to figure out what she means. Back when they changed Noa’s age, Mei was present. This must be her apology or something. 

“Mei, why this? I don’t understand how you thought of this on a whim.”

“It’s not random. I take the hereditary profiles from the parents and program them.”

Which parent? Noa favors Izuku over Kaibara. So, which father? He’s Kaibara’s on paper and Izuku’s by nurture. You reach out for her to give you Noa’s U.A. gummy Benadryl. When the box is placed in your hand, a little voice pops up behind you. “Hi, Mm!”

Etsuko appears with her hair in a sad attempt of a braid and cute blue overalls with her father in tow. The dual-colored hero tries to keep up with his toddler until she jumps into your arms. She’s become so sociable since you last saw her. Since Sara, her mother, became sick, she hasn’t been able to take care of Etsuko. When he puts his mind to it, Shouto can raise a child.

"See?" The tyke twirls around in her overalls. You gasp. “How beautiful!” You kiss her tiny hands. One is warmer than the other, very similar to Shouto.

“Daddy did my hair!” She runs her little fingers on her braid. On accident and to her dismay, it comes undone. Her shoulders slump. “Here, I’ll fix you up while Daddy does whatever the hell he was going to do.” She smiles and runs to your squatting form. “Okay, what will you like?”

She twirls her fingers. “A braid?” You ask. Etsuko bounces and giggles. Your fingers run through her thick hair to get rid of any tangles. After a few seconds, you decide to go with the same one you did before. “So, are you having fun with Daddy?”

“Mhm!”

You tie off the braid and kiss the top of her head. One of the support course students coos and brings a mirror to show Etsuko her hair. You straighten up and side-eye Todoroki who has a soft smile. “Thank you, (Y/n). Is it alright if I call you that?”

You suck on your teeth. A few months ago was a momentous day. Not only was it Noa’s first Halloween, but you experienced something you never had before. Other than that, Shouto took care of you and made sure you were safe in your bed. Even though you are, and will always be, pissed about this whole thing, you won’t disregard his help and possibly kind nature. Possibly.

“Sure.”

“Here you go Todoroki! Enjoy my babies!” Mei Excitedly hands him a bag full of God knows what.

“Okay, Etsuko. Daddy’s done. I’ll see you later, alright?” Etsuko looks down. Slowly, she walks to you and gives you a hug. You squeeze her tight. “Thank you for the sugars, baby girl!” You rock side to side while hugging her.

She’s adorable and so well behaved. The only problem is that she caught on to the ‘Mm’ thing. She is the third child to do that. You have a real name, they just choose to ignore it.

“You’re such a cutie patootie! But I have to go give this to Noa so his papa won’t cry again.”

“What is it?” Shout tilts his head. “Allergy medicine. U.A. gave him an allergy because they think it’s a good idea or something. So, he’s with Izuku right now.”

Todoroki nods and suggests, “I’m headed back to the dorms, so I’ll walk with you.”

You roll your eyes but don’t miss the curious frown on his face. With an expression of sweetness, you look down at baby Todoroki. “I’ll allow it since you have this cutie patootie!”

She shyly smiles at you. Todoroki chuckles and leads the two of you out of the classroom and to the hero dormitory. Etsuko, who as you thought, is standoffish, talks your head off the way there. 

“I can do this-watch me!” She twirls repeatedly and then rolls on the sidewalk. Both you and Todoroki stare in pretend fascination. She stops and throws her hands in the air. “Ta da!”

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Todoroki rubs her head. Her eyes sparkle when she laughs. She runs into his arms happily. For the first time, you see her show affection for him. Perhaps Shouto and Sara can work together properly after all.

The three of you enter Class A’s dormitory. Immediately, a familiar tiny person stands on the couch and stares at you from behind the back of it. Her red eyes are fierce. Every day she’s looking more like her dad. Her hair once was the same color as Sakura's. Now, it is fading to blonde, just not as spiky.

“You!” 

“Us?”

“Yes!” She points her finger at you. Mira has her dad’s personality but is a sweetheart at her core. Her specialty is showing you how to do flips and climb on people.

“It’s been a while, sweetcake.” You haven’t seen her in a few days. She stands next to her sitting dad. She’s almost as tall as Noa if you guess right. “Hi, Kacchan!”

He whips his head around. “You!”

“Have you been behaving, Kacchan?”

His ugly gremlin face appears. It’s fascinating. His features morph like clay to make a hideous result for no reason. Without it, he's genuinely attractive. He pushes his Sudoku off his lap. You squeak and run to an elevator to escape him. 

“Thanks for walking me, Shouto!” The elevator door closes just in time. You don’t really know Kacchan all that well. What you do know is that you like to mess with him. Even though you are literally playing with fire by doing that. 

The elevator doors open to another floor level. It’s basic and resembles the one general studies dorms with the difference being the trim along the walls. You saunter down the hallway, taking everything in and looking for Izuku's door number. Right as you mutter someone’s else's number under your breath, you spot a door open. Nosily, you head over and peek inside through the crack. The room is dark with only a single night light on in the corner of the room. Like the sneak you are, you tiptoe inside. 

You keep the door cracked slightly. Right as you go to flip the light switch on, there is a sniffle. An ache beats in your chest as your heart clenches from fright. Out from the shadows is Little Ken. His fluffy hair is outlined from the night light and is a dead giveaway. Kenji stumbles out of his small bed, shaking. He hasn’t noticed you in the shadows yet.

He stumbles straight to what looks like an adult bed. You follow him with your eyes. “D-dad…” Little Ken is breathless and shivers. You lean in to look at what he’s doing. You grab your throat and cover your mouth to contain a shriek. On the bed lies Hitoshi. How in the hell did you not see him? Now that you know he’s there, it’s hard to not look at him with his pale ass glowing with the night light. 

“Daddy?” Little Ken taps his dad again. “Daddy, I’m scared.” You didn’t wake him up then, a nightmare did. Is that even possible? Did Mei trigger a spike of fear for him or did he actually see something?

The poor tyke sniffles and whimpers. “Ken?” 

He gasps and tries to jump on his dad’s bed. “Honey, it’s me. Look, look at me.” The small light illuminates his face. He gasps. “Mm!” Abandoning the mission to wake Hitoshi, Little Ken jumps into your arms and cries. “It’s okay baby. I’m here, I got you.”

After a minute, you wipe his nose with the bottom of your shirt and wipe his face with your sleeve. “Mm…”

“Yes?”

“I peed.”

You go to try to wake his daddy to no avail. Sighing, you go and clean the poor lamb up. After Ken’s cleaned up and changed, he won’t let you go. “Screw it.” On his desk is a lamp that should wake him up. You turn the knob and find that not even light could wake this guy. Izuku freaked out when you woke him up suddenly and the same might be true for Hitoshi if you poured cold water on him. 

A black journal catches your eye. Seeing that the owner isn’t waking up, you might as well look through it. The thin paper carries what looks like a schedule or a planner. Your eyebrows raise once you see his shifts. He solely works nights, and it is morning time right now. His schedule is jam packed with loads of things related to hero work and school. No wonder why he won’t wake up; he just came off of a shift and will have training, then after that, he’ll cram in some studying as much as he can.

Hitoshi’s chest rises and falls. His mask lays on his chest like he is too tired to take it off. Ken breathes deeply, resting in the safety of your arms. Hitoshi doesn’t wake up when you carefully lift his mask and put it on the desk. He doesn't react when you take off his scarf, or when you bunch up Little Ken's blankets and put them in his hamper. If you push any more, he may react and panic. 

“Angel? You real?" His voice nearly makes you jump. “I’m real.”

“Not a dream?”

“Nope,” you whisper. “Hitoshi, baby boy had a nightmare.”

He grunts then two seconds later, he softly snores. The noise is light. "Oh come on."

Sighing you take care of Ken by yourself. You rock the boy and hum a lullaby you perform for Noa sometimes. Little Ken’s sleepy jingle comes on, signaling that you succeeded. You place him with Hitoshi. By how Kenny is snoring and drooling on his dad’s chest, he’s not waking up anytime soon. Hitoshi looks up at you with droopy eyes. “You sure you’re real?”

“Yeah, now go to sleep.”

It’s strange. You have sympathy for him and are willing to do this despite him having better resources. Does he feel the same way about you? He was once in general studies, so he may have an inkling on what it's like. Plus, he still has friends in his old class. Ignoring those questions and thoughts, you turn the light off and shut the door with a quiet click. 

You hum the numbers through the hall and finally find Izuku’s. You knock and the door swings open. “Baby, where were you?” His eyes are frantic and wide. 

“I heard Little Ken crying and I went into Hitoshi’s room. I think the little boy had a nightmare since he woke up scared.”

“They can do that?” Izuku whispers, fascinated by the revelation. He slowly puts the corner of his thumb to his mouth, about to bite on it. It's a little quirk of his whenever he's curious or planning. You grab his hand to stop him. “I guess. They can also get hereditary conditions, too.” 

Before you can go into detail, Noa’s small and raspy voice calls for you. “Mm?” It tugs your heart to see him like this. “Mama brought you something that’ll make you feel better.”

By Izuku’s bed is a nightstand that holds orange juice, soup, and all the works. “Bubba, he’s got a peanut allergy, not a cold.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do. I talked to Mei when I got there." Your shoulders slump. "I should've known. I'm his mom, right?" There are so many memories, it's hard to search through them for an answer. He doesn't eat peanut butter that often, but there had to be some clue. Allergies like this can develop and progress over time. You open the medicine package with shaky hands. Why are you taking your time giving this to him? You should've come back here immediately rather than mess around. 

Izuku rubs your back. “No one could have known.” Since Halloween, he’s been repentant for how he acted. In his defense, Riko did pass out the punch that she had let out of her sight for two seconds; unfortunately, that is all it took for one of the dummies to spike it. Of course, Izuku felt the effects shortly after he had a couple of cups. The next morning, he called you with a wicked headache from the hangover and Aizawa’s wrath.

It has been easier to get into the rhythm of things with him after that night happened. There are still those thoughts in the back of your head that try to shade on the happiness you feel when you’re with him, but you persevere. That night was confusing and way too much to handle all at once. 

You give Noa his chewable pill. “Mm, it’s strawbaby!” 

“Strawberry."

“That’s what I said.” Instantly, life comes back to his face. His eyes are brighter, and his voice is no longer hoarse. The spots on his face disappear like they were never there. 

“Thank you, Mei.” You whisper. Had she not stopped its progression to give you time to give him his medicine, who knows what would’ve happened. You turn back to Izuku who looks like his soul is entering his body again. Since everything is fine now, you need to bring it up again. 

“Izuku, I know he’s your son-”

“Definitely.”

“I don’t know about biologically. He looks like you, but I don’t know if…” Your voice trails off as you look at Noa. “What if he’s Kaibara’s?” You haven’t talked to him in months. Honestly, you haven't really thought about him either.  

“I’m his papa no matter what.” Izuku's voice is firm, and his face is soft. You bite your lip. “Just in case, we need to know everything about each other.” You sit on the foot of his bed. 

“Other than me being Quirkless, there’s nothing.”

Your shoulders slump. You press the question. “Seriously? Not a thing?”

He shrugs. “Nope. I’m completely healthy.”

“What about mentally?” You clench your fist at the thought. He sits next to you and messes with your hand. “I get nightmares and anxiety sometimes.”

You won’t tell him that you know that. “Understandable, given everything.”

“What about you?” He tilts his head, ready to listen. You inform him of your history openly. With a deep breath, you move to another subject. It’s exciting but oh God. Your eyes dart around and you whisper, “It’s the holiday season, Izuku."

“I’m excited.”

“No! What are we going to do? General studies always have parties and presents and now that Noa’s here, we’re in danger.”

“We’ll be fine-” He assures.

“I’m talking about my wallet, baby! When he gets his hands on those catalogs Riko steals it’s over!” You harshly whisper. Izuku chuckles. “I promise, we’ll be okay.”

“She does it on purpose! He’s going to circle all over that thing.” He’s turning red as he tries his hardest not to laugh. 

“They don’t make those anymore.”

You point to his face and glare. “They do to the unsuspecting strugglers and manifest right into Riko’s hands.”

His laugh gains the attention of the kid. “Why are you laughing?” Noa comes over with his Kamui Woods doll in his hand. Before you can say anything, Izuku confesses. “I’m laughing at Mm because she’s being silly. She doesn’t know what you want for Christmas and the holidays.”

“What’s Christmas?”

Izuku tells them everything to his knowledge. You cringe at the light in the boy’s eyes. As sweet as this scene is, there is something still there that presses against you like a thorn. You’d much rather spend time focusing on Christmas and Izuku, however, there is a restlessness that you can’t shake away. 

“Can you watch Noa for a second? I’ll be right back.” He nods and kisses your knuckles on the hand he was messing with. He’s a sweetheart and one you’ll never get used to.

“I’m his dad, not a babysitter.”

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You spot Kaibara eating a carrot with his friends. You haven’t talked to him since Noa went missing. Taking a deep breath, you go over to him. “Sen?”

 His name is bitter on your tongue. Your stomach churns when he looks at you. He looks the same since the last time you saw him. There is only one small difference, his eyes. They look curious more than anything. Back when Noa went missing, his eyes were fierce with hatred and his grip was bruising your arm. 

“Hm?”

“I need to talk to you.”

His friends leave while whispering your name and about the curious situation. “What?”

You get it out quickly. “Apparently, the kids can get hereditary traits and conditions and I want to know if you have anything.”

“Um, yeah? Years ago, I was allergic to peanuts and certain fabrics. I outgrew them, though.” When Noa was a baby, he struggled with Mei’s diapers. Kaibara couldn’t have told you this before?

Your heart drops to your stomach. As it turns out, Noa really is Sen’s. You look down at your feet. You got so caught up in the little family you created, that you forgot it wasn’t real. Why would he be Izuku’s? Sen Kaibara is your assigned partner. 

“Okay.” You turn to leave. Kaibara grabs your arm and brings you back to him. “I, uh, back then it was wrong to act that way. I was worried and out of line. Um,” He rubs the back of his neck. “I'm sorry you got hurt.”

He didn’t apologize. You suck on your teeth and go to leave. “Wait!” You stop but don’t turn around. “How is he? I mean, what’s he been up to?”

You immediately stop. You should slap him. “He’s four years old and he likes to cook and draw pictures.” 

“He’s four?” He asks, shocked by the development. You nod. “Yep.”

“Damn.” You’re about to leave the hall again until he says something that’s about to make you snap. “Is it alright if I see him?”

Noa has no idea who this guy is. At all. “Have you lost your mind?” You slowly turn to look at him. “After everything you’ve done and didn’t do? You want to meet him?”

He undoes his tie. “I’ve met him-”

“No, no you didn’t. You watched him once for an hour then gave him back. You don’t even know what he looks like!” This dude has some nerve. Even being around him gives you hives.

He takes a deep inhale and runs his fingers through his hair. When he lifts his hair, you note that Noa has nothing of him. Not even his hairline, head shape, nothing. This is a stranger who is quick to change face and snitch on someone who has nothing. Even now with Izuku’s support, you’re fighting and will ultimately have to support yourself completely again. Back before Izuku was kind enough to be there for you, you had the restaurant. He encouraged the heroes to take it from you and leave you broke in an expensive city at an expensive time. A teenager, younger than him, was left alone with his kid. 

You want to punch him. He left Noa! Gave him to Kenji, who was a stranger to him, without any warm clothing and in the diaper that gave Noa rashes. How many times must you look at him? Even Shouto got tired of his shit and lashed out. Damn, you forgot about Izuku’s reaction to his proximity to you. You need to leave. Not for Sen’s sake, or even yours, but for Izuku. If he puts his hands on Sen, he’ll suffer the consequences.

It’s bad enough that he had taken your punishments before. And probably still does. 

With a shake of your head and a stern conviction, you say, “No.”

You back away while facing him. When Noa was lost, Kaibara showed you his colors and they are shades you don’t wish to see again. That whole experience is a wish that came from the wrong star. Now that you are farther away and closer to the corner of the building, you turn around to walk. You sigh and feel along the glass of the building. It’s better to focus on something that will cool your palms and ground you to whatever will keep you from noticing the sweat.

Soon, you will be facing off against these so-called heroes and the Hero Commission in a society that has seen what happens to people like you. Yet this scares you. Some wormy-eared twat makes your hands shake. Can you really face them if you can’t take Sen on? What is he compared to the world?     

The phone beeps in your pocket. You take it out and answer. 

“Recovery Girl wants to see you.” 

You frown. “Why?”

Even though you can’t see her, you know Riko is shrugging and rolling her eyes. It’s her signature. 

“Everyone is getting checked. I’m in her office right now.” In the back, you can hear an aging voice question your friend. “Yeah, yeah, I just told her.”

“I’m on my way. Hey, do you know if it’ll be long?”

“Mine didn’t. It’s just a plain check up.”

At the beginning of the year, you had yours. So, why do it again? 

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You enter Recovery Girl’s office and see her slide down from her chair. “C’mere, dear.”

She taps on the bed patiently. You shrug your bag and blazer off. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just have to give you a checkup.”

You had a checkup when you first entered UA and at the beginning of the year, before Noa. Is it Shouto? Did he tell her about Halloween? It was a one-time thing. “I hardly need one. Whatever Shouto told you-”

“What do you mean, dear?”

So, it’s not him? You frown and take a deep breath like she tells you. “What am I doing here, ma’am?” She stops and pats your hand. “It’s been requested that the classes have a checkup. Later, you’ll see Nezu and maybe Hound Dog.”

You scoff and shrug her off. “What the hell?”

She lifts her needle cane as a threat to whack you. You slump your shoulders and follow her directions throughout the checkup. She leans back in her chair and watches you. You try to take a peek at her clipboard. “So…?”

After signing her name, she looks up at you. “The main thing is exhaustion. You aren’t getting enough rest.”

“Gee, I wonder why."

She lightly hits your leg. “Don’t do that. I understand your frustration. I can’t relate to it since they never did this to my generation, but I understand.”

You crack your knuckle. “So, what happens now?”

“I’ll check on everyone in your general studies course and will share these results with Nezu, especially. After your episode when Noa was wrongly set back, Nezu wanted to check on everyone.”

“Even the hero course?”

“They get checkups frequently anyway.” Recovery Girl puts her clipboard on a desk. She inhales deeply then takes steps on her stool to sit on her chair. “Look, what has been going on is taking a toll on all of you. For example,” She points to your chart. All she said was that you were exhausted. What else could be on it?

“This isn't like it was during your last check up.” U.A. does it every so often to see if everyone’s okay. The hero course evidently gets more attention in that area. Unfortunately, it does make sense despite how rude it seems. 

“Is it worse?” 

“It’s a decline. I can’t say too much about your peers other than it’s a decline. So, for the time being, I need you to check in once a month. At least until the project is over.”

What the fuck is in that report?

“Why that often?”

“Hey, be grateful. Some need to come more often. Consider yourself lucky.”

How can you be lucky? She’s told you that you’re exhausted, which you already knew, but there is probably more in your report than she’s letting on and it is all because of this stupid project. No, maybe you are lucky. Not for making it out lightly scathed, but for this ammunition.

“Class is tomorrow but I want you to go to bed early if possible. That’ll help you some.” As much as you want to, you have other things that need attending to, like Noa. Resting isn’t really possible when you have kids. Noa is calmer now than he was as a baby, but he still needs constant guidance and supervision. Plus, you have school and a job that hides underneath the title of ‘volunteering’. It’s nice that she is thinking of your health, but she is not considering what it means to have a kid. 

Instead of telling her this, you nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You head back to Izuku, already knowing he’d be filled with questions for your absence. It isn’t that you have much to hide from him except for Kaibara. What’re you supposed to say? Or do you not owe him an explanation and keep it to yourself? Izuku made himself clear when it concerns the bastard. The hero’s dislike towards Kaibara is still surprising since Izuku is known for his compassion and understanding. 

You sigh and walk into the room. Izuku is wiping off an orange-colored marker from his face. He shyly looks at you and chuckles. You can’t help but grin at him and the kid who's now crashed out on the bed. 

“Had fun?”

“Yeah, kind of. It would’ve been better if he didn’t get a hold of the Sharpie.”

“Oof. Here, I’ll help.” You pick up the wet rag and start to wipe his freckled face. Izuku closes his eyes as you work. 

“I just got back from Recovery Girl’s.”

Izuku’s eyes shoot open. “Are you okay? What’s wrong-”

“Nothing! She gave me a check up. Nezu ordered it for everyone.” You frown. He touches your cheek. “Hey, why the face?”

Your shoulders slump. “I…I don’t know. I’m happy they’re checking but I’m upset that it has come to this. I’m mad that Noa has a damn peanut allergy and didn’t tell us until Noa got hurt, and at the same time, I’m glad that Recovery Girl is seeing a decline. I just-” You sigh and shake your head. “I don’t know. I feel bad and at the same time, good.”

 You’re happy Noa’s okay and that Nezu seems to be taking the students’ health into consideration, then again, he is also the reason for this. You’re mad that Noa is even going through this, and the prices are bullshit. Plus, Sen is Noa’s father. How disappointing is that? How dumb are you to forget that fact?

Izuku smiles softly. “It’s okay to feel like this.” Your faces are close, completely forgetting everything around you other than each other’s proximity. Izuku is warm and soft. He smells of laundry detergent and permanent marker, a combination you are finding yourself partial to. Seeing Sen Kaibara and Recovery Girl is leaving your train of thought the closer he gets.

“It’s going to be okay, Bun.” His voice, a usually sweet timbre, turns slightly husky. Suddenly, his phone rings. Izuku groans and answers. “Hello?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Shinsou wants to talk to you.”

You clear your throat and answer. His voice is groggy and deep. He must’ve gone back to sleep after waking up for two seconds. “Trespasser.”

“I’m sorry, Hitoshi. I heard Little Ken sniffling and couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to thank you. Villains were a mess last night, so I was dead tired. I didn’t even hear him.”

You tug on your earlobe a little. “It’s alright, I don’t mind him. He’s quite the cutie. Don’t know how in the hell he’s yours when you’re you.”

With a scoff, he replies with his voice still thick with sleep. Who knows why he called rather than rest. “Whatever. He takes after his old man-dear God. Scratch what I just said.”

 “Nope, nope, nope! I’mma refer to you as an old man now.” You can't help but smile and feel warm. Hitoshi is growing on you. 

He groans. “Hush,” after a few beats of silence that isn’t uncomfortable, he sucks on his teeth. “Well, I just wanted to thank you for helping me. You do that a lot.”

“Take it as repayment for deterring Eraser that one time. Y’know, when I interrupted and unloaded the kiddies on everyone?”

“He was fucking pissed. He's rarely mad like that but after a while, he calmed down.” 

The aftermath was strange. Until now, you didn’t think about it. Snipe gave you detention but never held you to it after that one time. Plus, he let you out early. And Eraserhead didn’t complain to the principal either or you would’ve been dragged to the office. Why did the teachers calm down? What you did was justified but disruptive to their standards. 

Unless Izuku Midoriya is covering for you. 

“Why’d he calm down?” You ask quietly, fearing for Izuku. This is one of his problems. He has no self-preservation and won't say anything! Although you'd hate to suffer, you don't want Izuku to. 

“He deals with two problem children who have done worse. Actually, it’s not just them, it’s everyone. Except me, of course.”

“Mhm, yeah right,” you look at Izuku who is tapping his thighs. “What do you mean everyone?”

“When Bakugou got abducted, everyone knew about the rescue plan. Technically, they should’ve been expelled but he spared them. What you did was nothing.”

You suck in your lips. “Oh, I forgot how much of a rebel Deku is.” Izuku tilts his head in confusion then shrinks back. 

Noa goes up to Izuku to show him a new drawing then goes to you. Not wanting to ignore Noa, you hang up the phone with Hitoshi after a bid goodbye cheekily. You put Noa’s new art on the wall. “This okay, Izuku?”

“It’s perfect.” 

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ONE MONTH LATER

 With one heavy tray in one hand, and the other holding the foldable stand, you make your way to a table of uniformed teenagers. They talk among themselves but loud enough to grate your ears. No one with common sense or life experience that doesn't involve hanging onto their daddy’s gold that he stole sits at the table. The lilt in their voices is bothersome enough to gain the attention of your regulars.

You don't roll your eyes or try to think of ways you could smack them without it looking purposeful. Especially when you need the cash.

The seasons have passed, and a new holiday is beginning. Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, is in four days. In a short span, you have to work extra because of it. Thankfully, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year are the restaurant's days off. However, your entire winter break is booked. Alas, people like this come with the grab. 

You don't make a sound other than the clinks of plates being set on the black table. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Don’t I know you?” You turn around to see one squinting at you. “That one class! How’s it been going anyway?”

“I couldn’t put my finger on it!” The guy to the side closest to you inspects you like you’re a test subject. You blink a couple of times. “It’s been a struggle, obviously. To hell with the customs, tip me.”

It’s not normal to tip in Japan. However, Yona put a jar on the counter for you. God bless them, some people tip. Not hundreds, obviously. Sometimes it’s a few coins here and there. Nonetheless, you appreciate every cent. 

Right as you go past the counter, one of the students calls for you. Quickly, you go back. “We thought you’d like to see this.”

She pulls out her phone with a Deku symbol on the case. A surge of pride blooms in your chest until you look at the screen. Alas, that one good feeling towards him was not meant to be. On her phone is fucking Deku with Noa, shopping in different stores arguing! You gasp and cover your mouth. They went everywhere like that. The student even caught them glaring at each other when they were eating a damn melon pan!

You try to act ashamed and not laugh with the others at Izuku and Noa’s antics. It’s bad enough that Noa is bounced between you two, now this is what you have to show for it. You clear your throat. “I apologize for that.”

Your shoulders shake with the force of your laughter threatening to burst through. “He’s adorable!” She compliments. Her manicured nail taps the screen on Noa’s face. In other pictures, he smiles wide and has sparkles in his eyes. 

Amid these warm feelings of fondness and pride, another emerges. This isn’t the first time someone has recognized you or Noa. Have you been careless about showing everyone’s face on the internet? You pinch yourself and deeply inhale. Not willing to lose the light atmosphere or spend more time thinking why you have these instincts and questions about something unnatural, you smile brightly and remember Ken, who is puzzled about Christmas gifts. 

“Hey, if you had limited cash, what would you get a family member?”

The girl looks shocked, her light grey eyes wide. “Can you not get Deku’s son anything?” 

Another girl gasps. “That’s so sad...”

Your eye twitches. “I can get him gifts. This question isn’t for me, it’s for a friend. He’s trying to get something for his kids who are a little older, preteens, I think.”

One of them, a blue-skinned guy with pale blond hair, crosses his arms. “Hm…” he taps his fingers along his bicep. “I don’t know. I never had that problem.”

You nod. “Thanks anyway. Enjoy your meal!” 

Groaning, you slide down the kitchen wall. This will only last for two seconds but it is absolutely needed. You watch Kenji do his magic on the stove. On the tiny table in the corner is a notepad you’ve been writing in for Ken. He has no idea what to get his kids. According to him, they have everything already. If that’s true, why not do something with them? Or make something special just for them, even if it is made with human remains. 

You crawl over to it and write that down on the pad of paper. Ken isn’t made of money, so he’ll have to be frugal about this. “Girl, get out here!” Yona snaps. Lately, she’s been on edge which is odd for her. You groan and get up, ready to fight the crowd all over again. In the end, it’ll be worth it. 

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It’s beautiful. The jar is full of more than loose change. You close your eyes and think of things Noa could get. Yeah, he needs shoes and jeans, and he’s been into sweatpants lately. He doesn’t need any more toys since your room needs to be gutted of them. This is Christmas, though! He likes art, books, and cooking supplies since he’s grown out of the toy kitchen. Then there is Izuku. He deserves something, too. You started this thing in April and Izuku’s been involved since around then. 

It should be special, something heartfelt and meaningful. Something about All Might? Shoes? You groan and count the money. You place the earnings into your bag behind the counter. Suddenly, more people come in. Taken back since the restaurant is closing, you look at Yona. She tells the hostess to seat them. Yona wants double time. Unfortunately, you’re not going to make it to curfew. You can only pray that you can somehow sneak in and get past the dog hero.

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This is horrible. It’s Christmas Eve and you had no time to shop. Yona acted psychotic these past few days and worked you to the bone. Had it not been winter break, you would’ve been in so much trouble for breaking curfew. Every time you were late, the dog hero caught you sneaking in. Thankfully, Snipe, of all people, told him of your ‘volunteer work’, so he let it slide. Who would’ve thought that Snipe would bat for you? At least he did to a certain degree.

Here you sit, not a present in sight. You worked so much that you didn’t get to shop. Thankfully, Izuku’s schedule was near clear, so he got to spend a lot of time with Noa. Even though that’s great, it doesn’t stop the guilt. You were working hard to get Noa a present and now you have nothing to show for it. There was no time. Stores are closed so you can’t go out to get one.

You try not to cry when you look at the small Christmas tree in Izuku’s room with all the presents underneath it. None of them are from you. What’s worse is the Christmas party that Ema planned is today. A Secret Santa is tonight and you got Riko. Should you just give money? Maybe you can rewrap something and pretend it’s new? Maybe something of yours! An old sweater and you’ll call it vintage. 

Right now, you will think of Noa. You cut out recipes from old magazines that Noa has yet to try. The ones that he has made are glued to the construction paper with Deku stickers underneath. Of course, all of them get five out of five Dekus. Your lip wobbles when you take the stick glue and glide it onto the papers so they stick. After so many pages, you add a few more for Noa to fill out with his own creations. 

The old hole puncher goes through each of the different shades of paper. You bind them together with several strands of yarn. The cover of the makeshift recipe book has a drawn heart under the title, “Noa’s Recipes!”. 

You sigh and try to smile. It’s Noa’s first Christmas and he’s been buzzing with excitement the whole time. Although you are here now, you missed out on so much. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Everyone else will be getting shiny new toys while he gets a homemade book. Izuku went out and got him new things, so he’ll be fine, right? You exhale deeply and close your eyes. Now that Noa’s gift is settled and placed in a candy cane gift bag, you need to go to an actual candy cane: Shouto Todoroki.

You put the bag underneath the small tree and clean up your mess, all the while not giving the pathetic gift a second glance. 

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Right as Shouto exits his room, you wave him down. “Can I ask you for something? It’s a gift.”

“What do you need?”

Your secret Santa is Riko, who is a fan of his. You smile to yourself at this request you have. It’s an odd one. “Can I have your sweater? Maybe with cologne on it? It’s for Riko and she’s a fan of yours.”

You follow him into his room which is surprisingly very traditional-looking. “Want to choose?” 

You go to his closet and pluck the black turtleneck from the hanger. “This one.”

You hand it to him to spray which he does willingly. 

You shift your weight on your feet. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” 

Shouto hums. “I want to. I like Christmas.” He hands you the soft material. The fragrance is lovely enough that you press it against your face. “Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah. Riko’ll love it!” You fold the sweater and thank him. “Are you coming tonight?”

His face is soft with a small smile. “I am. I like parties.”

“Really? You are a party animal, eh?”

“Not really. I’ve learned to love festivities. It’s…different from what I’m used to. Being here opened a lot for me.” Shouto turns around to his closet and plucks the sweatshirt that you put back in the closet. It’s light blue with an emblem on it that you can’t place. The hero sprays his nice cologne on it. Since Riko’s gift is settled, there isn’t a reason to give you another sweater, yet here he is. 

“This is for you.” 

“Uh-Shouto?”

Without room for debate, he places the fragrant fabric in your bent arms. “Merry Christmas, and happy holidays, (Y/n).”

What the hell are you supposed to do? You didn’t come here for this. You only went to him because Riko’s a fan. When this project started, she wanted him as a partner until he who shall not be named was paired with her and hurt her. Whatever happened between them was enough to land her in therapy and ruin his reputation. She’s getting better as time goes by and is still a fan of Shouto’s. 

He doesn’t have to help you, especially when the way you two met was pretty BAD. Shouto decides to surprise you anyway by agreeing and even goes beyond to give you a gift as well. He’s showing signs of not being completely like his dad and devilishly handsome brother. Instead, he has changed his ways by participating. 

You press your face against it and smell it. “You smell good, Shouto. Thank you for this.”

A very faint tint of pink rests on the apple of his cheek. His left cheek hides the subtle blush behind his scar. Looking at him, you smile and can’t help but think about gently caressing the left side of his face.

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The room is loud with laughter and conversations of all sorts. Hanging from the walls are Christmas lights and garland along with mistletoe in strategic places. Treats and several dishes are on the tables and tons of presents are under the large tree. The tree itself is something to behold. Lights all around, fake snow, ornaments that the kids and students made, candy canes, and of course, the star. It all shines brightly in the spirit of Christmas.  It’s practically a cut out of some kind of magazine or social media. 

Izuku puts his Secret Santa gift under the tree and you do the same with Riko’s. Both of you decided to give Noa one gift at the party and do the rest later. You didn’t tell Izuku what you made Noa. All Izuku knows is that you feel terrible about the whole thing. Although that’s true, you won’t let it ruin Christmas; you’ll wait for the twenty-sixth.

On the kids’ heads are Santa and Elf hats, and reindeer antlers paired with red noses. Ema thought it’d be cute for a group picture. She tried to get them to do some caroling, but Hana had stage fright and nearly fainted at the thought. When seeing that, Ema dropped the idea. That didn’t stop her from using the costumes. 

You put on reindeer antlers while Izuku and Noa wear a Santa hat. Everyone gathered around for the jolly holiday is something you didn’t think would happen. How could you? Although, you’re still bitter and are silently judging the heroes. Now that general studies have most of their partners here, you wait for the heroes to help or provide some kind of relief. Though, with the way they’re looking at you, something says that it’ll be a bumpy road.

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“Riko, here’s yours.” You hand her the box with her name on it. She points to herself. “You got me?”

She excitedly opens her gift. “Wha-ah!” She gasps and pulls out Shouto’s sweater. Riko puts it to her face and squeals. At her expense, your classmates laugh. Riko’s had a tough year and to see her resemble her old self is a refreshing sight. Despite there being responsibilities and children to take care of now, this feels so nostalgic. It’s tight on your heart and nearly tear jerking. How long has it been since you’ve felt like a regular high schooler? 

“Alright, alright. (Y/n), Merry Christmas.” Sakura, of all people, hands you a red-wrapped box with a yellow bow on it. Immediately, dread settles inside you. Out of everyone, you’re Sakura’s secret Santa? Seriously?

“Thanks,” you peel the wrapper off and lift the lid. Your frown so deeply that it may stick. You lift the paper, her picture, from the box. There is no other content other than her photo. It’s in black and white and posed like an old Hollywood starlet portrait. The sound of everyone’s cackling is deafening. Izuku has his hands up, signalling for you to remain calm. “What-wh-why? Just why?” 

“There’s more, (Y/n).” Sakura rolls her eyes and snatches the picture from you. You sigh in relief. Sakura places a ballpoint pen in her mouth to remove the black cap. The cap rests in her mouth as the pen glides along the corner of her picture.

“Here you go.” She places your gift in your hands is the cursed image. On the corner is her signature and a little note.

‘Merry Christmas or whatever. I’ll try to remember you! XOXO- Sakura’

“Treasure it, because I’m going to be rich and famous. You’re the only one in the world with a one-of-a-kind picture.” she pinches your cheek. 

Suddenly, right there on the couch, Noa’s body jingles. Both you and Izuku look and see him stretch into a five-year-old boy. His tummy glows through his Santa shirt. You go to him and lift it enough to watch his belly. On the screen is a chibi Hatsume waving her hand with the words ‘My baby is five!’ under her.

“I-Izuku!” you point at Noa who smiles back at you. “You’re a whole new year, buddy!” Izuku twirls him in the air. 

Then, another jingle sounds. On the other side of the couch, Mira also grows. Kacchan cackles loudly. “Fucking Deku! He’s no longer the oldest in the class!”

Izuku uncharacteristically glares at Kacchan. “Yes, but he did reach it first.”

“For a boy. She’s the first girl. Plus, she’s taller.”

Dear God. How long has their rivalry with the kids been going on? 

“She is not!”

“And she can read!”

“So can Noa. He can also add!” How ridiculous. He can count and is learning to write his name. 

“Mira can subtract-” Before Kacchan and his old friend can continue their lies, you get between them. “Will you two stop?”

Eijrou laughs heartily and pulls you away. “It’s alright, (Y/n). It’s a friendly competition between two dads.” You look back at the two and see them still going at it, albeit playfully. None of the arguments are true, just exaggerated accomplishments. 

Noa and Mira look at their respective dads in amusement and awe. Hitoshi comes up to you with Little Ken. The tyke gives you a drawing that is adorned with macaroni noodles and crayons. You ‘oo’ and ‘ah’ over it. His grin is wide and cheesy. 

“Thank you-”

“Here.”

Hitoshi hands you a cappuccino mug with dark rims at the top and bottom of the cup. Compared to Sakura’s gift, this is gold. “Thank you guys! 

“It’s all you deserve.”

“Compared to what I got from Sakura, I’ll take it.” You look around to find the punchbowl. Thankfully, Hansuke was not allowed to be anywhere near it, so he didn’t have a chance to be evil. No repetition of Halloween today, thank God. That day was such a whirlwind it’s not even funny.

“Actually, I’ll use it now.” 

Hitoshi smiles with closed lips. “Glad you like it, brat.”

“No, no. Sakura is the brat. Look at the junk she gave me!” You huff and pet L.K.’s head. You go to leave but the little boy follows you. “Oh?”

“I wanna go, Mm.” You shoot him a grin. “Your company is always welcome.” 

Finally at the table with Christmas novelty cups and punch, you dip up some for the kid and yourself. Suddenly, the mug changes color. Your eyes are wide when you see that the innocent mug developed the pictures of you and Hitoshi. You look up and find him smirking. You glare at him. The mug rests in your hands but you can’t bear to look at it and the images on it. If you do, you’ll immediately remember how everything felt and went. 

“Kenji, over here!” Noa waves at the purple-haired child. Seeing Noa and the rest including him makes you warm inside. Although this is a minor thing, you are proud of Noa and how inclusive he is. Little Kenji is younger and smaller yet he welcomes him.

Little Ken hands you his cup and runs over to your son. You down both cups and frown when you see that those pictures haven’t disappeared from the mug. Quickly, you put it in the sink and wash it. If you can get this crap dry and put away, it’d be great then you could go back to the party without thinking about how Halloween went.

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The party ended late. As promised, Noa is allowed to stay up past his bedtime to open the presents his parents got him. Tonight has been lovely and so, so, warm. Even though it wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else, to see Noa not bothered by the differences in his gifts to others, made your heart swell. You aren’t much but at least you can say you’re raising such a sweet, gentle, and kind boy.

Noa happily shows you the present you made him. With droopy eyes, he goes on and on about his plans for a souffle. 

“Do you even know what a souffle is?” Izuku picks up Noa’s wrapping paper off the ground. “Yes! It’s this!” Noa shows Papa the picture of the souffle on one of the pages of his new recipe book. 

Izuku raises his eyebrow. “A souffle?” 

You shrug. “It’s something fun, right?” you pat Noa’s head. “Beats confetti cake.”

“Really?”

“Beats chocolate cake.”

“Blasphemy!” 

You snort and roll your eyes. Noa continues to play with everything he received. Papa gave him hero figurines, remote control toys, clothes, and art supplies, he even got him matching shoes of all things. Izuku is next to you on the bed, leaning on his palms behind him. 

“You spoil him, Izuku.”

 “I just thought that he deserves it. He’s a wonderful boy.”

“He’s a handful.”

Izuku tuts. “He’s a normal kid. Besides, I think he’s grown nicely.” Noa has grown a lot. He isn’t a perfect child and still has his off days, but they are mild and few. “He’s a lot like you.” you point out. “His behavior before was all Sen. I didn’t do that.”

Izuku cackles at your expense. “Yeah, right!”

“I’m serious! The boy got that from y’all.”

“Why are you lying to yourself?” Izuku lays back and laughs. You suck in your lips to stop from laughing. “Whatever.” 

Noa yawns and his sleepy jingle follows right after. You sigh and stand up. The clock reads way past midnight, and the snow flurries begin to paint a beautiful white picture for the morning. 

“Do you want to or should I?”

“I’ll clean up here while you help him.” Izuku gets up and begins to put stuff away. You gather Noa’s things and take him to the bath. He’s covered in sticky stuff, markers, and sweat. A bath and a good brushing are definitely needed. 

Noa waves a figurine in his hand. "Can I take my All Might toy?” Izuku nearly broke his neck to look at Noa. “Yes!” 

Noa has only met All Might a few times and wasn’t impressed apparently. Now that he’s asked to take the All Might figurine to his bath, he may have a change of heart. Izuku’s proud smile takes up his sleepy face. 

In the girls’ bathroom, you help him bathe. He’s mature enough to do it on his own now but he still needs help with his hair. Thankfully, Izuku has the proper products he needs. 

After washing up and combing his locks, you settle him into bed. “He needs a haircut.” Noa’s asleep before his head hits the pillow. He’s had an exciting day. Izuku straightens out his own bed. He’s in his night clothes, having changed into them when you were gone.

“Well, I better get going.” you too need to clean up and crash. “Why?”

“Izuku, it’s late.”

“Spend the night here. I’ll walk you back to your room tomorrow.” Izuku’s eyes look so kind yet determined. He is set on having you spend the night. Funny, it’s usually the other way around concerning this. Now you know how Izuku felt the first time. 

Your eyelids are heavy and you can’t stop yawning. Still, is it okay for you to sleep here? “Are you sure?”

“Definitely!” he springs up and lifts the covers for you to go in first. You watch as he goes around and fluffs up pillows. “I didn’t bring anything.” 

“That’s okay! I mean,” he straightens up, a red flush to his cheeks prominent. “Y-you can wear my clothes if you want.” the red tint that settled on his cheeks bloomed to grow all over his face and ears. 

Although the offer is nice, it feels like a step and one you’re not ready for. “No thanks.” You get into his bed and lie down. “I didn’t bring a toothbrush either, so don’t complain.”

“You didn’t when I stayed at your place that one time.��� with a flick of a switch, the light is off with only the moon to guide him to bed. He nestles into the covers and lays down. “Are you comfortable?”

“I-”

“Do you need anything?” he pops up hurriedly. “I can get you something if you want!”

You grab his arm. “Izuku, stop. I’m fine.” you bring both of yourselves down to the bed that is way softer than yours. “Although I do feel dirty.” you laugh when you see the shade of his face. In the moonlight, his face is visibly tinted. “Please calm down.”

Izuku gulps. “I’ve never had a girl in my bed.”

“We’ve slept together before.”

His breath hitches and he clears his throat. “I mean, yeah, but this is in my bed. My room. It feels different.”

“Being a host is a big responsibility.”

He chuckles. “You’re a wonderful one.”

“Hardly.”

“I mean it. You’re wonderful.” he says the last part quietly. You turn to your side to face him with a solemn expression. “I didn’t get you a present.”

“That’s okay.”

“I feel bad, Izuku. Tell me-tell me what you want.” he rolls to face you. “Honestly, nothing. But,” his crooked finger traces your hand. “If you really want to, I’d like to hold your hand.” 

There is something about the way he says it that throws you off. You know he means using your quirk. Does he remember his dream all those months ago? The prospect of him knowing almost makes you groan in embarrassment. 

“I don’t have my meds, it may go out of control. If it does, promise you’ll snap me out of it.” It's a fear that remains with you to this day and will most likely stay. 

“I trust you.”

With a deep breath, you say, “Go to sleep then, Izuku. I’ll meet you there.” you pet his head, feeling the soft curls underneath your hand. In minutes, Izuku drifts away to his dream, waiting to see you. Before you go to him, before you are overwhelmed with the calm scent of lavender and surrounded by violet, you notice that you aren’t afraid. In fact, you are completely calm. Your jaw drops and a mist gathers into your eyes. You feel safe, a luxury you could never buy. Stability and security were robbed from you growing up and here you are, for the first time, truly safe. With Izuku’s arm around you, lightly snoring and a little drool trickling down to his pillow, you know he’d save you if anything happened. 

When you were surviving with Yona and Ken, rejected from shelters that were filled with victims of the wars and denied entry to those who had unsavory histories, it was hard to live. Struggling is all you’ve known, even before Shigaraki. Now, you lay in the arms of someone you deeply care about and can’t wait to see in person or a dream. You cover your mouth and cry, even enjoying the sound of his snoring. You softly touch his face and smile with wobbly lips. 

You close your eyes and smell lavender. 

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You adjust Izuku’s jacket. His hand goes to yours to stop your fiddling. “Love, we’re right here, there’s no reason to fix my jacket-” The door opens, revealing Inko in her usual apron. Inko smiles so bright, it’s nearly blinding. You shyly wave at the kind woman. “Hi, Ms. Inko. Thanks for letting me spend New Year here.”

Christmas went by just as fast as it came. It is such a strange thing, to feel content with the small gift you gave him. It wasn’t much, not anything at all. To spend a dream with him was more of a present to yourself than to him. Nevertheless, he woke up happy and peaceful. The subtle bags under his eyes from relentlessly fighting crime, studying, taking care of Noa, and everything else, seemed to fade instantly. His blinding smile came back tenfold when he lifted his head from the pillow. His green curls were erratic and some smooshed, a thin string of drool and the red lines on his face let you know you did a job well done. Izuku Midoriya is very kind to you and Noa. Now here he is inviting you to spend the New Year with him and his mom. At first, you were going to refuse, but then Ms. Inko was insistent. She’s such a kind woman.

Izuku lets you go in first, quickly following you with Noa in his hand. The kid bounces up and down excitedly. He immediately runs to his grandma. Noa’s previous concern about her not liking him has disappeared. Thankfully, she welcomes him with open arms. His smile is big and bright. “You’ve gotten so big, Noa!”

“He’s a year older.” you rub your hands together then the jewels of your new bracelet. Izuku and Noa tag teamed on your present. It's shiny and no doubt expensive.

Inko gasps and smiles. “Congratulations, Noa! And you two as well.”

You finally take the time to smell the fragrant cooking. It is enough for a drool to gather in your mouth. “You guys sit in the living room. I got started on dinner late.” Izuku asks his mom if she needs help, which she denies. 

“Hey, wanna watch a movie?” Izuku’s eyes light up. “We can watch whatever you want.”

“What’s your favorite movie?” Is it gory porn? If that’s the case, then it’s out of the question. “Oh, it’s an oldie.” He gets on his knees in front of the TV stand. He gives you the disk. “I thought your favorite would be gory porn.”

“What?!” both you and Izuku freeze. He stutters and waves his hands around. “No, no! She means zombie movies!”

You bite your lip and cover your eyes. Your face is warm from embarrassment of Inko discovering a dirty inside joke and trying to hide the laughter. Izuku continues to stutter an explanation to his horrified mother. 

-

You three are cuddled on the couch, bellies full from the feast Inko made. The round clock on the wall shows that it’s past eleven and close to midnight. Despite the comfort you feel while snuggled up on the couch with Izuku, you try to stay awake to see the New Year. Thankfully, you’re not alone. Noa is knocked out and Izuku is fighting the same fate. 

“Why do you like old movies?” The picture he chose is a dumb one. It is in black and white with a cheesy plot and effects. He shrugs, temporarily tensing up. “My dad and I bonded over movies like this. I just thought it’d be fun to do that with Noa, too.”

“He did like the movies you picked.” Both his and Noa’s eyes were glued to the screen about an hour ago. “It’s gonna be a thing with you two.” you yawn, hoping time speeds up so you can at least say you saw the clock strike twelve. “As long as it’s not gory porn.”

Just then, Inko makes a squeak. Izuku groans. “Dear, please.”

“Okay, okay.” You rest your head on him again. Your eyelids are too heavy to hold open. Izuku breathes deeply, his shoulders moving with him. Right before you drift away, there is what feels like a kiss on top of your head. 

Inko comes up and waits until midnight. Right when the clock strikes, she snaps a picture of you three on the couch. She smiles with watery eyes.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can I request the "I think we should start dating" "... weren't we dating already?" scenario with bachelors of your choice? (and elliot !!)

Sure thing, dear anon 😊 Enjoy! 🫰💕

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Shane:

Finally, a well-deserved lunch break after unloading those endless stupid boxes of Joja groceries! Shane's back is already aching from all the heavy lifting.... And the best part of this break is that the Farmer, with whom the chicken lover has been together for half a year, came to visit him. They just wanted to tell him something important, but Shane couldn't get rid of the tender thoughts of the fact that he found a person who loved him - him, some loser Joja company loader!

"Shane, I've been meaning to tell you for a long time... I really like you. A lot. Like not just as a friend, but more than that." Farmer's voice trembled slightly, they were clearly very nervous.

"And I thought... I want... You... Do you want us to become something more than friends?" Shane's goofy smile quickly slid away, and his face expressed shock. The Farmer became even more nervous, mistaking it for a bad reaction and had already started to apologize, but Shane interrupted them:

"All this fucking time.... we weren't together?!" Now it was Farmer's turn to be completely shocked.

Realizing the situation, both of them laughed almost to the point of stomach ache. "Yoba have mercy, you're such a idiot," said Farmer without anger.

"You're no better, dumbass!" smiling Shane replied back at them. Two idiots in love, what a couple they are. But Shane felt even warmer in his heart, realizing how lucky he is...

Elliott:

Cool sea breeze that refreshes in the summer heat, calm azure sea with a beautiful view of the sunset... Elliott stood on the sandy shore with Farmer, admiring the sunset, and no words can convey how happy the gallant writer felt with the man he loved. Together with them.

Farmer immediately felt Elliott's gaze on the themself, and turned to face him, bestowing a soft smile.

"I really appreciate spending time with you Elliott. You have no idea how much it means to me. I... I like you a lot." Farmer moved closer to the writer, resting their head gently on his shoulder. Elliott didn't dare move, didn't dare ruin this beautiful, sacred moment for the two of them. Farmer continued:

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and... I think we should date. As a couple, not just as friends..." Farmer was unable to continue as Elliott choked on air and began coughing heavily, trying to regain consciousness. "What happened? Did you get a bug in your mouth?"

Elliott was finally able to cough up and speak:

"Forgive me, my dear, for my bluntness, but... haven't we been a couple for four months now?"

By the surprised look on Farmer's face, Elliott immediately had an answer to the question.

"What a fool I am! Yoba! Forgive me Farmer, I thought we.... Oh my, this is- Have I misspoken in the past? I'm an idiot! How could I not ask you about that? Or did I asked?" While Elliott was dramatically berating himself, standing in a theatrical pose, Farmer grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. The writer quickly calmed down, and laughed at the thought that this would make a very comical and romantic story for his autobiography.

Sam:

Sam ran around his room, looking for his best (or at least clean) T-shirt and favorite jeans. A little combing of hair near the mirror, a little odicolone perfume - and the young guitarist was ready for another date with his dearest Farmer! Oh, man, Sam forgot Farmer's favorite sweets. Okay, got it. Now he's ready for the date!

As always, they're waiting for Sam under the tree outside his house. And, as always, they hold a bouquet of beautiful roses for him, Sam's favorite flowers (and which he's not allergic to). This time the color of the roses is white, but the musician didn't pay too much attention to that, because his thoughts were completely focused on Farmer's smile.

"Hey Sam. I've been thinking about how to prepare a speech for a long time, but I was afraid of getting nervous and saying the wrong thing, so..." Farmer took a deep breath. "So... here. For you."

They handed him a bouquet. "I'd like for us to date and become more than friends.... If you agree, of course."

Sam.exe stopped working. Information processing error. Rebooting... Rebooting...

"Wait, weren't we a couple?"

"We... were a couple?" Unsurely, Farmer asked. Now their minds were beginning to reset from the discrepancy of information in their head as well. It took half a minute before it finally dawned on Sam what had happened.

"You gave me bouquets of my favorite flowers almost every day!" exclaimed Sam with a laugh in his voice.

"But those were friendly bouquets!" Farmer tried to justify themself, "this one is different!"

"How is this one any different then, huh?" Sam is already imagining how he's going to tell Sebastian and Abigail that it turns out he and Farmer weren't a couple before.

"That bouquet of white roses! Plus it's got little plastic hearts that say 'be mine' and 'I love you'. So don't even-" Farmer crossed their arms, feeling their cheeks redden from the awkward situation. But seeing the soft, loving look in Sam's eyes, whose cheeks were also red as a tomato, Farmer rushed to the musician with hugs and kisses, accidentally slightly denting the flowers.

[datesinredink]

Yan turtles (rottmnt) with an m/c that’s allergic to reptiles/turtles? Idk I just think it would be funny (not Donnie trying to get m/c into getting injections to help the allergy-)

ANON I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BCIRBIFUNUIEH

Super duper sorry i ended up procrastinating really hard and i guess god took issue with that because he struck me down with multiple QAs and a Feelings crisis but the tests are over and I finally managed to sit down and finish Raph's part- seriously i struggled with him and mikey a lot but i guess it was kinda worth it in the end because Raph has an entire 110 more words to his part than the other three- hopefully it makes up for my lack of knowledge of his character. Enjoy!

Donnie

“My inspiration for this device was simplicity-”

Yeah you’re getting a hazmat suit until your allergies either magically disappear or he figures out some other solution

You’ll probably have to do a lot of tests, including possibly a blood draw but I’m no medical expert- since I headcanon Leo to be the medic he’ll probably end up helping too

After he finally puts the pieces together, he’ll start working with Leo to engineer a medicine to help suppress your allergic reaction, and maybe even be able to get rid of it entirely

Also anon you’re very right, you may be subjected to becoming the human pincushion of allergy shots while he figures it out. It’s safe. No it won’t kill you. Yes he made sure. Just, uh, maybe don’t ask your best friend their opinion on needles for a while….

In the meantime, he completely hates the current situation. He finally meets someone that he’s (mostly) fine with touching him, and they CAN’T TOUCH HIM without a HAZMAT SUIT. Just the worst. Awful times.

Normally, he’d have you around almost always, but, unfortunately, that’s currently not ideal.

Starts trying to keep things extra clean around the lair for you. Also everything that can be sanitized is sanitized. Good luck in the cleanliness prison after you get kidnapped later on.

The best about keeping distance, since he already wasn't super touchy before this whole situation. While he might tap you on the arm or something once or twice, it's nothing serious and you won't have a problem with him on that front.

Going back to the hazmat suit real quick, while it does do its job well, it's definitely not the most comfortable thing to wear, and you'll probably end up getting too hot pretty quick, so chances are you won't willingly be wearing it all too often. Donnie may occasionally force you to wear it, but otherwise you (usually) just... don't have to.

Leo

He’s the one who finds out you’re allergic. It was an accident he SWEARS. He only wanted to give you a pat on the arm when April first introduced you to them! How could he have known you’d get hives where he touched you?

At least he knows how to treat it. He managed to guide April through treating it, after which he sulked while rereading some Jupiter Jim comics.

Has a personal grudge against your immune system for daring to make you allergic to him. How dare your cells get mad about him.

When Donnie tells him that he might have “a fix, bro”, Leo jumps at the opportunity- oh thank god, he can finally hug you!

…Doesn’t mean he’s not super bad at focusing on actually working on it. Don’t worry, he’ll fix it eventually, just have a little patience.

Honestly, this is your chance to BOOK IT away from them, because none of them are as clingy as they will be after your allergies are cured/suppressed, which gives you more time to leave New York before things go from bad to worse.

Anyway, Leo’s about as clingy as he can be without physically clinging onto you for hours on end. Constantly hanging around you, like a ghost haunting their killer, except you’re not the one who kills people.

He might end up using your allergy to try and manipulate you away from his brothers. Mikey keeps forgetting to keep distance, Donnie’s suffocating and makes you wear a hazmat suit, and Raph almost treats you like a sopping wet cat that he has to take care of, so why not just stay with him? 

As much as he likes to criticize Mikey for forgetting, sometimes, particularly early on, he gets a little too close, and your allergies flare up, and while he does genuinely feel kinda bad, he will exaggerate his remorse for sympathy from you. He genuinely does try and apologize for it later, and he probably portals you two somewhere nice and gets you a couple of trinkets you like or find useful.

Mikey

Absolutely heartbroken!

His love is allergic to him! This is awful!

2nd most panicked when they first find out. Is their new friend ok? Did they mess up?

If you have a low tolerance for pain/allergic reaction symptoms and cry a little he probably will too. High empathy, man…

He’s really understanding after everything’s resolved and they figure out you’re allergic to them. He tries his best to keep a fair amount of distance between you and him, but he tends to naturally be physically affectionate, so there may be a slight adjustment period. He really doesn’t mean harm though.

He occasionally tries to bring you something from the mystic city that he thinks would be safe- a small figurine, maybe a sketchbook if you also like doing art, if he manages to bargain for/steal a piece of jewelry, he’ll also give that to you.

As I mentioned before, Mikey’s pretty big on physical touch, but since that’s off limits (for now) he’ll try to show you affection in any other way he can think of

Mostly quality time. He likes to take you with him when he explores through the sewers/city to spraypaint a couple of blank walls, and he’ll probably get you to try it too, and regardless of your skill level he’ll tell you it’s great

After Donnie and Leo finish making the cure, Mikey squeezes the LIFE out of you- he doesn’t mean to practically strangle you, but he’s fairly strong and he got excited, so he does feel a little bad afterwards.

Will decorate the hazmat suit Donnie gave you if you let him. He'll put stickers on it that match his and draw fun patterns that may or may not relate to him in some way. Maybe the spots he has, or the face on his knee pads. It's pretty endearing, even if his brothers may occasionally glare at him. In Mikey's opinion, if they're really that jealous, they should add something themselves.

Raph

And the award for most paranoid goes to….

Ok but really, he’s the most overbearing about it. This probably isn’t a surprise, but it’s still something I've gotta mention.

You don’t really have to worry about Donnie making you wear the hazmat suit- he gets it, not a fun sensory experience- other than a couple stand-out occasions, but you will have to convince Raph fairly often that you’ll be fine without it.

To be fair, it’s partially because he also forgets not to touch you sometimes, and while he’s better about it than Mikey and most of the time Leo, he’s also self-aware and protective enough that he’d rather be safe than sorry.

If you’re having an allergic reaction, he’ll either get Leo/Donnie/April to help you, or go find the hazmat suit Donnie made him a while ago when Splinter got sick and then help you himself

There’s a chance he might not do great though, as he’s not always the best under pressure and tends to panic when the people he loves are hurt or in some sort of extreme situation, especially when it comes to you (seriously, he treats you like a porcelain doll), but you can be reassured that he’ll do his absolute best to make you safe and comfortable.

Feels terrible after, pampers you a lot after the ordeal. Every time, not just the first few.

If he wasn’t the one who caused it, then he’s definitely pissed at whichever of his brothers made your allergies flare up. He won’t kill them, and he won’t lose it and drop kick them into tomorrow (yet. If they ever intentionally trigger your allergies he might snap some bones) but there will be a noticeable irritation and tension for at least the next few weeks between him and them.

He’s super excited after Donnie and Leo finish the allergy shots! I personally headcanon him to be the second touchiest of the brothers (Mikey being the most touchy, of course) so there’ll be a lot more casual touch between you two after. Hugs, headpats, you get the idea. If you try to tell him to stop, he’ll be very upset, though doing his best to understand, he will try to respect your wishes.. Before going right back to it after a week tops. Sometimes he genuinely does forget, after all, he does have a fair amount on his plate, but sometimes he does intentionally wait until he thinks he can get away with it again before jumping right back to how things were before. He’ll vehemently deny it, but no matter what happens, you’ll likely never really get him to stop for an extended period of time.

[d1onysusw1n3]

LUST

Matthew Murdock X vampire reader

I sat on Matthew’s couch after he helped me get rid of a gang of vampires terrorizing Hell’s Kitchen. My mentor would be proud of me, where he is now is not of my knowledge, sometimes I miss blade.

“Here!” Matt comes over with a beer in hand, he hands me one as he sits down. “Thanks.” I say with a small smile.

I can hear his heart pumping, it skips a beat every time I look at him. I can’t help but to think it’s because he fears me. I scoot my feet up to my chest curling into myself in order to allow him to feel more comfortable.

I was glad he is letting me crash here, my house was trashed, and I had no where to go.

“So how does this whole vampire thing work? You allergic to garlic or?” Matt says lowly.

I chuckle and shake my head.

“No silly, I have to sleep in a little bit during the morning, when I move around excessively i don’t get up until around 3 pm sometimes, other times it doesn’t matter, and I drink blood,” I say looking up to him to see if he’d have any reaction to that, disgust, resentment.

“But that’s known isn’t it?” I smirk at him.

“Can,” he starts but stops thinking. “Can I see ur fangs?” He asks scooting over to me on the couch. He was so close I could smell him, like a camp fire in my belly, my mouth waters and I almost want to moan out loud. I didn’t realize just how hungry I was until now.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Matt.” I say with a sudden hardness to my tone.

“Why not?” He pushes on.

“Because I-it’s just not, please back away.” I say barely above a whisper trying to fight my instincts.

“Why? You hungry.” He smirks down at me. My eyes snap up at his, my pupils taking up my whole iris. They glow with a yellow tint to them.

“I don’t wanna hurt you please.” I whisper. I think he finally realized the pain I was in because he scoots back, the stench still in my nose but not as strong.

“Are you okay?” He frowns.

“Just throw my bag over here I’ll be fine.” I clear my throat. He does just what I asked, as I fish through it I find none of my blood bags. Fucking hell.

“I-I have to go.” I say getting up.

“Wait.” Matt says grabbing my wrist. It was as if his hands were on fire piercing my bone chilling skin. I couldn’t help but to let him pull me down on his lap.

“I don’t want you to leave yet.” He says that stupid cocky smirk taking up his features. I frown looking away knowing damn well I was fully vamped out. He turns my chin to look back at him with his finger. He lifts my top lip to see one of my sharp fangs secreting a venom.

“What’s that.” He asks.

“It’s a venom, an extra dose of dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins. Makes you feel like ecstasy, so we can draw our victims in, keep them hooked.” I say lowly.

“Can you bite me.” He says seriously.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I shake my head trying to get up. He pulls me back down rolling his hips up into mine. I moan throwing my head back as pleasure courses throughout my body. Nobody ever mentions how drinking blood can be such a lustful action.

“You won’t.” He says completely serious. I nod my head closing my eyes to allow myself to calm down. I don’t want to rip his neck out on accident. I straddle his hips creasing the side of his face. He looks up at me his eyes half lidded, always pointed somewhere else usually. Though his eyes are right on me. I lean down to his neck, kissing down until I hear his blood pumping through His pulse.

“This might sting for a little bit, don’t worry you’ll barely feel it once it kicks in.” I whisper in his ear finally letting my fangs pierce his neck slowly. My eyes roll behind my head as ecstasy floods my body. He tasted so good, like a tart dessert, his warm blood melted in my mouth like the perfect glaze on a warm cake.

He was below me moaning, crazed, and fucked out. He starts grinding up into me slowly, groping anything he could touch, my ass, hips, waist.

He finally taps my waist as if he was signaling that I need to stop. And to my surprise i did. Out of everyone I drank out of, it had never felt just like that.

“Fuck-“ Matt gasped as he seen his blood roll down my chin off my glossy red lips. I hurriedly lick it up and wiped off my chin.

“Sorry if I took too much.” I say. Something about the whole situation was so sensual, my core started heating up in need for something else. I could feel how hard Matt was, the bulge in his red pajama pants.

“P-Pease I need you.” He whines under me, his pupils so dilated and doped up with my venom. He was shifting around, uncomfortably hard in his pants.

“What’d you need Matt? Huh?” I smirk enjoying the power I have over him.

“I need you to fuck me please, please” he whispers please over and over as if he was trying to convince me to take care of him, begging for me to not leave him like this.

So I granted his wish. Slowly undressing on top of him. I pull off his black T shirt and strip him down to nothing.

His dick springs up hitting his abs. His tip was bright red and pulsing. He was so turned on from me just drinking his blood.

“Never knew you had a biting kink Matthew?” I say running my finger over his tip collecting his pre-cum. He whines at my touch bucking his hips up for more.

He looked pathetic, his head thrown back, his chest heaving in fast breaths, his legs shook in excitement as he bucks up his hips for any type of friction.

I finally line myself up to him, and slowly sink down on his dick. He growls out a savage moan., frantically bucking into me in need.

I hold down his hips chuckling to myself. I knew the effects of the venom would make you feel ecstasy, might even get you going a little bit, but never in my hundred and thousands of years alive has it ever made someone this excited.

He whines as I hold him down, not allowing him to go at the fast and crazed pace he wanted. Instead I slowly drag my tight wet cunt up and down his thick cock, slowly fucking him, rolling my hips so he hits my spongy g spot everytime.

He moans and whines like a kicked puppy, needing more, craving more.

“Please let me fuck you i-I need more.” He huffs.

“What do you need? Huh Matthew.” I tease.

“Need to fuck you, need you so bad.” He huffs into my ear holding me tightly to his chest. “Fuck me, please” I moan letting go.

He quickly flips me on my back fucking me fast and hard, not letting a second go by. He licks down my toned stomach, kissing and biting anywhere that was blank.

His moans get more pitchy and high. I could feel myself slipping into my orgasm, my stomach clenching as a pulsing wave rolls up my spine, my stomach drops. As my orgasm hits me in shocks. I couldn’t help but to cry out, moaning loud and uncaring of who heard.

“Please, can I come inside.” He managed to say throughout all of his loud frantic moaning.

I whisper yes. And that’s all it took for him to pump deep into my pussy holding himself to my cervix as he shoots his warm load into me. He lets out boyish moans as his continues to rock his hips deep inside me, not pulling out once. His orgasm lasts him a good five minutes until he slumps out on my chest laying there.

He hums finally waking up from the effects of my venom.

“I have never felt like that in my life.” He mumbles as his head lays against your breasts.

“I told you people can get hooked easily.” I chuckle at him running my fingers through his hair scraping against his scalp. He hums leaning into me.

“I can see why you said that now.”

—- BONUS ——

Matt walked into his office. Karen at the desk sifting through files and emails. She looks up at Matt smiling.

“Oh hey!” She says. “How are you feeling today? Better?” Karen’s asks as she continues looking through emails on the computer.

“Way better.” Matt says walking to sit next to her. He couldn’t help but to imagine what you were doing at home by yourself. If you were eating, cuddled up in his bed sleep, or maybe even sprawled out on his bed, touching yourself to the tho ought of him. He snaps out of his daydream cleaning his throat as foggy snaps in his face.

“You okay bud?” Foggy asks wearily. Matt just nods with a curt smile. You warned him that some of the venom effects will be placed on him for a while, like every drug would.

Foggy looks down, eyes locked on two little bite marks. He curses under his breath.

“Uh Matt, can you help me set up the other room for the new client that’s coming in a couple of hours.”

Mat nods at foggy getting up and walking into the room, feeling against the walls to navigate him a spot to sit.

“You banged the vampire chick you helped yesterday didn’t you.” Foggy says sighing.

“Listen I-“ Matt starts but couldn’t think of a quick cover up. “Yes.” Matt sighs.

“That’s like wrong on so many levels!” Froggy says waving him arms around frantically. “I could tell you let her get a taste huh?” Foggy says pointing at Matt’s neck.

“Yes, i let her and so what.” Matt says rolling his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Foggy huffs. Wait..

Matt reaches up touching his face, just to feel his glasses missing. Shit.

“Yeah you forgot your glasses jakcass.” Foggy sneers.

Karen opens the door clearing her throat at the intense stare down doggy’s nd Matt were having.

“Uh some girl is here to see you, says her name is Minerva?” Karen says looking at Matt. Foggy and Matt both jump up scrambling out. Foggy wanted to see the vampire chick Matt was talking about. And damn did he see her.

She had long black hair curled as the bottom in layers. She wore a long black lacy dress with a slit on the side. A silver cross with a red ruby say in the middle of it. Her ears with big chunky silver hoops. She had chunky silver rings and black stilettos. She held a small coach purse on her left shoulder, and Matt’s glasses in her hands.

“Uh you left these, I think you might’ve wanted them back.” She says handing Matt the glasses. Foggy wanted to stay mad at Matt, and really really wanted too, he couldn’t help but to forgive Matt due to the total beauty that was drawing him in.

Foggy couldn’t notice the feeling in his stomach contradicted his attraction to you. You were like a magnet, dark and mysterious, though his stomach full of dream told him to run, like you were a dangerous predator.

“Thank you Mina.” Matt smiles at the girl.

“So are you two a thing?” Karen asks wearily crossing her arms.

Matt didn’t answer because he didn’t know all he did was look at Mina, and she smiled knowing that he wanted her opinion before he said something Thad hurt her.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” Mina says tucking some hair behind her ear.

Both foggy and Karen couldn’t help but to notice the bite Marks and purple welts all up and down ur exposed neck and shoulders.

“I have to go now, I’ll see you back at home Matt.” Mina says walking up placing a chaste kiss to Matt’s cheek, then strutting out the door with her profound sense of confidence.

“You guys live together?” Karens pressed on quirking her eyesbrow.

“Listen she needed a place to stay so she was staying with me for a while, she was an olde friend, things got heated and now we’re talking, that’s it guys.” Matt sighs putting on his glasses.

He knew he wasn’t going to hear the end of it.

[cassiasims]

write me a story where cameron finally learns chase is allergic to strawberries thank you (you can ignore this ask)

rip to chase if i couldn’t eat strawberries i’d pretend not to care about anything either. anyway set between s3 and s4 (or maybe at the very start of s4 idk whatever. point is they haven’t been together too long)

“I could’ve killed you,” Cameron says, sounding angry and annoyed and not very sorry, but Chase knows it’s all a front; she’d cried in the ambulance, small and scared looking as soon as the EMTs not-so-kindly told her that as a doctor she should know that there was little else they could do between giving him more epi and getting him to the hospital, and he’d wanted to reach out and comfort her, but that had been difficult what with his throat being all swollen up at the time. “I cannot believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to die, or anything,” Chase protests, because he doesn’t really want to talk about this right now: why he never bothered to sit Cameron down and go by the way, now that we’re sleeping each other regularly can you throw out everything you own that contains strawberry? Because there is a reason—Chase isn’t this cavalier with his health on a daily basis, honest—but it is going to upset her, and the whole reason why Chase never told her was specifically to avoid this kind of fight. There’s no polite way to say I was pretty sure you’d interpret it as a sign of impending commitment and run for the hills, especially now that Cameron is kind of adorably self-conscious about that whole period of their lives. He’s only been dating Cameron for three weeks; on balance, the risk of anaphylaxis is far less deadly than the one to their incredibly fledgling relationship. “I had my Epi-Pen on me.”

Cameron narrows her eyes at him in disgust. “I’m an immunologist,” she starts, preparing, no doubt, to rip into him about how Epi-Pens are a miracle of modern medicine but aren’t actually magic, and how anaphylactic reactions can worsen with repeat exposure, and Chase is actually kind of looking forward to it even though his throat is sore and his head is killing him and his body feels like it’s encased in syrup, because a side effect of the honeymoon phase is that he now finds it incredibly hot when she’s on the warpath, even at him—only she takes a big gulp of breath and she suddenly starts to cry again. Not quiet, terrified tears like the one in the ambulance, but big, rolling, heaving sobs. He’s seen her cry before, usually over patients, but not like this, and it freaks him out a little; Chase extends his IV-free arm towards her and corrals her in so she can rest her cheek on his chest. It’s lucky, he thinks, that they’d been closer to General than PPTH; she’d never let him do this if they were in the ER at Princeton-Plainsboro.

“Allison,” he says into her hair, voice still hoarse, “I’m fine. It was an accident.”

He almost adds this has never happened before—because it hasn’t, usually Chase has to actually ingest something strawberry to provoke a reaction, he’s never had one just from kissing someone until now—but he does, for better or for worse, know exactly how Cameron ticks, and he has a feeling that this won’t be as reassuring as he means for it to be. “I’m sorry,” he says instead, “I promise I’m not allergic to anything else.”

“You better not be,” Cameron huffs. She cranes her neck up to look at him, eyes red and puffy, and says, “You’re banned from my apartment until I can deep clean the kitchen. And the bathroom, and the bedroom. I have strawberry lube that I need to get rid of.”

“There’s probably not any actual strawberry in your lube,” Chase says. Cameron makes as though to thump his chest, then remembers he’s hooked up to an EKG and thinks better of it. “No need to ruin all our fun, is all I’m saying.”

“I’m an immunologist,” Cameron says again, but she doesn’t sob this time—it comes out more as a sigh. “You should’ve told me.”

Chase thinks, idly, of all the times Cameron brought her favourite strawberry cream cheese bagels into work and he’d turned them down—how many times House had raised his eyebrows at the sight, but never bothered to say anything, either. He thinks of Cameron crying in the ambulance. There’s a hazy memory of her suddenly running off as soon as the ambulance parked in the bay, which is strange, and then he realises she smells absurdly strongly of medical grade mint. “You threw up,” he realises, and pets her head clumsily. “You should’ve asked for some Zofran.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Cameron says. “When you’re better, we’re going to talk about this.” After a moment, she laces her hand with his. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

She says it so nakedly that Chase doesn’t have it in him to fight back about her being mad at him anymore. “Told you I’m fine,” he says drowsily, and then he falls dead asleep.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Heyy!! Love your writing so much, and I wanted to request a skz getting reader flowers but reader is allergic to them. Lots of love<333

SKZ Reaction To Them Getting You Flowers, But You're Allergic

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Enjoy! Sorry it takes me a while to do requests, but I try to always get around to them as inspiration strikes.

Chan: This poor baby feels sooooo bad. As someone with allergies and similar problems, he blames himself for not thinking of it earlier. As soon as you sneeze he'll put it together and immediately take the flowers outside, even if you protest. Once he comes in, he'll change (or just take his shirt off) so that any pollen on his shirt doesn't further bother you. Wrapping you in his arms, he promises to get you something else. The next morning, you'd wake up to the flowers arranged prettily in a terrarium where you can enjoy them without an allergic reaction.

Minho:

A lesser known fact about Minho is that he's a very good and thoughtful gift giver. He's always bringing you little trinkets and snacks from abroad. So, it is not out of character for him to bring you flowers, but with spring in full swing, your allergies simply cannot handle flowers in the house. When you sneeze and have to leave the room, he doesn't immediately get it but follows you out of the room. When you tell him it's the flowers, his eyes soften significantly and he grabs the bouquet and is gone for around twenty minutes. This time he returned with some rose shaped chocolates and he gave the flowers to your elder neighbor.

Changbin:

Changbin didn't know that lilies were so infamous for how many people are allergic to them. He simply saw them when he passed a florist and had to stop to get them for you. They were beautiful and he just wanted you to have them. But, when your eyes start watering and become red, he looks between the lilies and you a few times before getting rid of the flowers as quickly as he could. Changbin would jokingly and cutely ask you to forgive him, which, of course, you do.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin made this mistake early in your relationship--before the two of you were even official. Therefore, it's become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you. It was your third date and he'd come bearing a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he had helped arrange. Though, it only took a few minutes for your body to react and a flush to come over your skin and tears to stream down your cheeks involuntarily. Hyunjin panicked. Luckily, you both find the whole thing hilarious now and on every anniversary of your third date, Hyunjin paints you a flower bouquet.

Jisung:

Ngl, he might cry. Jisung hates to think that he caused you to have an allergic reaction, even if it was minor. Even if he didn't, he would not hesitate to throw the bouquet away and try to salvage the situation he thinks is a complete disaster. Some part of him is even convinced that you might break up with him over this. Of course, you know it was an honest mistake and even find it a bit cute. The two of you spend the rest of the night watching anime and cuddling.

Felix:

Felix had flowers delivered to your work none the wiser that you were allergic. When he comes to your place afterward, he sees the flowers placed in a vase on the table. But, he knows something is wrong when he sees your reddened nose and red eyes. When you tell him it's because of the flowers, he chastises you for bringing them in and carefully removes them, placing them on the balcony instead. Lightening the mood with a joke about how he's the only flower you need, he holds you the rest of the night.

Seungmin:

One of the ways Seungmin shows that he loves you is by buying you small gifts and leaving them somewhere he knows you'll find them. So, when you wake up one morning to flowers on your doorstep, you know they are from him. Your allergies were hit or miss, so you hoped you wouldn't react to them. Unfortunately, an hour later, you're sniffling and have a headache. He FaceTimes you not long later for your reaction and he's so horrified by your reaction that he finishes his work as quickly as he can to go be with you. Throwing out the flowers, he brings over a few sheets from his diary--dated from after your first date and the way he felt about you so immediately.

Jeongin:

Jeongin is excited as he approaches your place with flowers in hand. His was handpicked, having collected wildflowers and a few from a friend's garden. He knew that you would love the thoughtfulness of the present and he was right, beaming as he noticed your surprise and delight at how he assembled the bouquet himself. You didn't want to tell him about your hay fever and how some of the flowers he picked you were very allergic to because he was too sweet. Eventually, though, Jeongin noticed you wheezing and met your eyes to find them red and irritated. He feels bad when he finally gets the truth out of you and he will apologize, taking the flowers back with him. A few weeks later, he brings them back dried and pressed onto a framed canvas.