#i. am off my iron supplements

[batemanofficial]

languishing in bed like a consumptive victorian ingénue bc i mopped the floors and gave myself a low blood pressure headache from hunching over

[thelaughingmerman]

I swear I promise I'll take my meds this weekend

[laurelwinchester]

sorry i've been mia and not responding much to replies or messages. i'm really unwell right now and last night got so bad i almost had to go to the emergency room. which sucks because i've been waiting for today for months because i have a fic to post but that's just not going to happen. hopefully next week i guess.

[wlwgang]

Broooo nooo not my super heavy period coming back out of nowhere

[thef1diary]

Happy 2k babes! Can you write a small piece of reader being iron deficient and lando just taking care of her? Reminding her to take the pills and stuff

I am totally gonna use his first win as a plot, also this reminded me to take my own pills cuz ya girl is iron deficient

wc: 600+ (omg I can actually write a blurb?!?!)

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You've been standing on your feet during almost the entirety of the race, anxiousness overtaking your emotions, rippling through you as he raced lap by lap in first place.

Throughout the podium celebrations, you cheered so loudly to the point where you felt like you would wake up with a sore throat tomorrow morning. You felt lightheaded, and as the celebrations went on, you were reminded of the fact that you had forgotten to take your iron supplements earlier that day. Telling yourself you'll take them later, you returned to Lando's driver room while he completed his media duties.

You heard Lando's footsteps approaching, entering his room covered in sweat and champagne but still holding onto his trophy. You smiled once you saw him smiling, so wide that it could've competed with Daniel's infamous pearly whites. You mustered all your energy to stand up and greet him, but as you rose from your seat, a sudden rush of dizziness swept over you, causing the room to spin.

Lando's quick reflexes caught you just in time, his strong arms wrapping around you to steady your wobbly stance. "Whoa there, easy now," he said, concern etched in his voice.

You leaned against him, grateful for his support. "I'm okay," you insisted, though the lightheadedness refused to dissipate.

As you sank back onto the sofa, feeling defeated by the sudden onset of weakness, Lando's expression softened with understanding. "I think you might have forgotten to take your iron supplements again, haven't you?" he said gently, his tone more statement than question.

You nodded sheepishly, feeling guilty for neglecting your health in the midst of the celebrations. But Lando didn't scold you or chastise you for your oversight.

Without a word, Lando wandered off further into the room, finding your bag and shuffling through it for the bottle of supplements you always carried. He returned, standing in front of you while holding a bottle of water, "here, take this," he said gently, handing you the pill.

As you swallowed it down, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Once the room stopped spinning and you felt more steady on the couch, Lando helped you up again, this time with more caution. "Let's take it slow, okay?" he said, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he held you close.

You arched up a brow, "says the fastest guy on the track today." His worry dissipated, replaced by a smug grin, "I won."

"Yes you did, baby, I'm so proud of you." You placed a kiss to his cheek, earning a sound of displeasure rumbling from his throat.

"Gimme a proper kiss, I deserve that today, no?" He looked at you with the sweetest smile, but you shook your head, pushing him away playfully. "You stink, go shower first."

He held his hands up, knowing that he was covered in champagne and sweat, "alright, alright, as long as you don't faint out here while I do."

"The faster you shower, the faster you'll get your kiss, Norris," you stated and held in a chuckle when he fumbled over his two feet to get himself in the shower.

When he returned, you curled up on the couch, Lando wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay? I'm always here to help," he whispered.

With those simple words, Lando reminded you that even in the midst of his own triumphs, he would always be there to support you, to lift you up when you were feeling weak, and to remind you of the importance of prioritizing your own well-being. For true victory, he knew, could only be achieved when both of you were standing strong together, side by side.

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[nurse-sainz]

Hi can u write a f!Reader x lando where the reader is anaemic has vry low iron? Like where he helps her when she’s feeling sick and takes care of her. Thought this would be fitting as ur a nurse!! A comfort/fluff/hurt fic super excited for ur upcoming works.

I am SO sorry this is so late! My mental health has been awful as late and chronic fatigue has been kicking my butt! I hope you enjoy this little ficlet <3

You sat on one of the chairs in the McLaren garage, watching the screens with your bright orange headphones during the last free practice. You were excited being there to support your boyfriend, Lando but you also wanted nothing more than to be curled up in the king size bed that waited for you back at your hotel.

Lando, hadn’t missed how pale you had looked that morning, how slugging your movements had been as you practically crawled out of the hotel bed to follow him and hang out at the paddock for the day.

“I think we should make another doctor's appointment for you with the next break coming up, what do you think?”

You had groaned in response. You hated doctors and needles but you knew he was right. You’d always suffered with low iron and the telltale symptoms were exactly the same as last time. Admittedly with all the travel you hadn’t been keeping up with the supplements the doctor had provided last time.

Lando tried to tell you that you didn’t need to come, that you could sleep in a little longer and follow him later for quali, but you argued. Lando knew better than to continue that argument when you were so adamant in your ways.

As soon as FP3 ended and Lando was out of his car, you were the first person he looked for. He could see the exhaustion on your face, how pale you looked and the way you leant against the wall as if you’d fall if it wasn’t there. He pushed his way to your side and held your elbows in support. “I suppose if I told you to go back to the hotel you wouldn’t, would you?”

You shook your head and immediately regretted it as a wave of dizziness washed over you.

“Come on, let’s get you sat down,” he said as he gently guided you towards the hospitality area.

He kept one hand around your back for support as he loaded up a plate full of snacks and grabbed a bottle of water for you. He led you towards his driver's room and settled you down on the sofa pulling off your shoes to make you comfortable. He turned the TV on, so you could still watch him in support and he’d have the peace of mind you were resting.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered. You hated being ill, hated looking so weak but you knew Lando didn’t see you any less for it and loved and cared for you anyway.

As soon as qualifying was over and he’d fulfilled his media duties, Lando took charge and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He helped you to your feet, with a supportive hand around your back as he led you towards his car. He buckled you in, despite your protest that you could do it yourself as he leant in and placed a kiss to your cheek. “Let me look after you baby.”

The pair of you drove towards your home for the weekend. Lando ordered takeout for you both as you threw on your cozy LN4 hoodie and climbed under the covers. As you both tucked into your meals, you couldn’t help but be so grateful to have a boyfriend like Lando in your life.

[cyberwonu]

hi, can I request a seventeen reactions when their s/o always have cold hands please?

seventeen reacting to their partner having cold hands

paring : svt x gn! reader

genre : fluff 

wc : 884

notes : hi anon! thanks for the request!! my hands are always freezing so i can relate to this a lot and it's kinda self indulgent but i hope you like it!! 

seungcheol

always asking if you're cold and would offer you his hoodie or jacket

holds your hands in his to try to warm them up

will worry your health isn't doing good but the longer your with him the more he comes to terms with the fact your hands are just always cold

sulky when you cuddle and your cold hands touch his bare skin 

“sorry i can't help it” 

“it's okay i still love you even if you're an ice cube”

jeonghan

will use them to cool himself off if he's warm

just grabs your hands and places them on his face or neck

will yell at you if you hug him and put your hands under his shirt cuz the freezing cold on his back is not his favourite!

but it's always jokingly 

will get you gloves as a gift for any occasion 

joshua 

so many frozen jokes 

“hey elsa!”, “my ice queen”, will sing frozen songs at you 

you put your hands on his back as revenge and laugh as he squirms trying to get your hands off

another to hold your hands to warm them up and ask if you're warm enough 

jun 

if you're like me it's just your hands that are cold; your arms are normal temperature 

will be very confused about how that works

will put his hands on your arms then your hands to feel the temperature difference 

 also will get you silly gloves as gifts

like those stupid couple gloves so you can hold hands in them

hoshi

you better know he's getting you tiger gloves and will look everywhere for tiger print hot packs

also constantly asking if you're cold and thinks you're lying when you say you're fine, so he will secretly up the heat and you have to scold him cuz now it's too warm and your hands are still cold

“YOUR HANDS ARE SO COLD…WHY??”

wonwoo

indirectly checks on you to see if you're cold or not 

“do you think we should turn the heat up it's been getting a bit cold or do you think it's fine?” 

"i've been a bit cold recently, how do you feel?"

will hold you're hands to warm them up when he realizes your body temp is fine, it's just your hands 

“are you anemic?” “why are you asking??” “well i was reading about it and it turns out cold hands and feet can be a result of low iron and i just want to make sure you're healthy”

woozi

probably doesn't pay too much attention to it

realizes your hands are cold and will throw a hoodie at you or leave one in your area as a silent hint to wear it if you're cold

may slip it into a song if he finds a way

will also use your hands to cool down 

also probably has cold hands so your hands might feel a normal temperature to each other when you guys hold hands

dokyeom 

so worried it could be a health thing and will buy you vitamins and supplements to see if it will help

will also find ways to help with blood circulation and make you do them even if you think they're stupid 

“why would i dry brush my body kyeom?”

“i read it can help with blood circulation and maybe that's why your hands are so cold!” 

will get the couple gloves

will get upset if you won't use them

mingyu

thinks it's funny at first

then you start touching his back and his nape and then he gets sulky 

“be warmer your hands are too cold” “how am i supposed to do that gyu?” “i dunno, you figure it out >:(“

also holding your hands to warm them and would put them in his pockets

so many hugs to make sure you're warm 

minghao

uses it as an excuse to make you drink tea with him whenever you two could 

holding a warm cup means warm hands !!!

would find teas and snacks to help with iron and health if he finds out it could be because of low iron

will get matching gloves for colder weather so your hands don't get colder 

seungkwan 

will get you warm drinks when he gets his iced americanos since he thinks you're cold and won't tell him

will also use it as an excuse to take cute coupley pictures of your drinks and hands

will suggest getting vitamins and say it's “bonding” 

“oh so you'll wear the couple necklaces but draw the line at vitamins!?” “why do you think vitamins are a couple activity kwan???”

glares

just take the vitamins (bonus if they help anything!)

vernon

i have a weird feeling that his hands are also frequently cold 

gets matching hoodies for you two for when you get cold 

will hold your hands and put them in his pockets and will get flustered if you point it out... it's cute you do it often

“dude why are your hands so cold”

“... did you just call me dude?” 

“YES! cuz your hands are so cold. it's freaky are you a vampire or something??” 

chan

constantly asking if you're cold and if you want his hoodie and if you want him to change the temperature and will just interrogate you about your health cuz he wants to make sure you're okay and wants to be a good boyfriend :(

also makes frozen jokes and sings frozen at you 

“your hands are so cold!” “they're always cold you should know this by now” “let me warm them up for you”

holds your hands in his pockets and has the biggest smile on his face

thinks he's being such a gentleman and you will do anything to make him smile like that again

good thing your hands are always cold :D 

[somesecretpie]

I am looking for a human host!

Are you bored?

Are you lonely and bored?

Do you have a lot of time on your hands?

Do you have hands?

I’m offering you a proposal, with potential financial compensation for your troubles. It may sound off putting at first blush, but hear me out. I am looking for a human host. And I mean a “willing” human host who might be willing to give up some of their time to help out an odd fellow that doesn’t have hands or blood.

Am I asking to control your body? Yes. Sometimes. You’ll still be there, but taking the backseat. Now you’re probably thinking “That sounds no fun! I don’t want to spend all my time riding shotgun.”

And that’s valid.

But you all spend about half of the day unconscious anyway. Your body is just there, doing nothing—a complete waste. As for me, I don’t sleep (haha), so we could have it so that during the day, I will graciously let you do fun human things, and at night, I’ll do whatever. And by whatever, I mean perfectly safe, perfectly reasonable activities.

I don’t drink, and I rarely go outside.

I enjoy baking, I look at pictures of birds online, I’ve been getting into neuroscience lately. Very interesting stuff. You’re all very interesting.

And maybe you’re still thinking “Hey now, I don’t want some random mind-controlling thingy hauling my body around in my sleep, “Weekend at Bernie’s Style” to which I say, you’re no fun and you’re not the kind of person I want to live with anyway.

“But I’m a light sleeper!” you say.

Don’t worry! I can isolate your somatosensory cortex so you can’t feel anything.

“But my family will think it’s weird!” you say.

Don’t worry! You don’t have to tell them.

Actually, I would prefer that you don’t tell anyone. Please.

And should anyone question me, I’m not bad at impressions. I’ll get really good at a “you” impression, it’ll be the first thing I do!

I know this all sounds very strange and potentially unpleasant, but remember the financial compensation that may or may not be happening. Hell, I’ll even do some of your chores if you like, while you sleep. You can wake up and the dishes will be done, laundry folded and coffee made. Doesn’t that sound nice? And then you open the fridge and oh, what’s this? Someone baked banana bread last night (that was me, I baked banana bread last night.)

Now I should say, I don’t have a lot of standards, I really don’t. But I do (unfortunately) have some, so let’s just get them out of the way before I waste your time.

Please do not contact me if you have any of the following:

- Anemia: Sorry, it’s just not going to work out. I can pay for iron supplements, but I can’t work miracles.

-A weak immune system: I don’t like getting sick, I’m sorry. It’s gross, sick people are gross. I mean I know it’s not your fault, but healthy folks only please.

-A strong immune system: Yes, I know what I just said, but I also don’t want to be attacked by your immune system. So maybe you’re not the picture of health, but you’re just kind of okay. I’m looking for someone who is just kind of okay.

-A penchant for alcohol: It makes me feel strange…

-A name that starts with a P: I’m not the greatest at “speaking.” It’s hard, moving air through your throat and moving your tongue and your mouth at the same time. You all do it so easy—can’t say I’m not envious! I’m the worst at making the “P” sound.

I intentionally avoid any "p word" in conversation, and get by well enough, but I’ll look pretty foolish if I’m cavorting about, pretending to be you, and I can’t even say your name!

Those are my standards, but really, other than that, I’ll take anyone.

I don’t care if you’re male or female or anything in between.

I don’t care if you’re gay.

I don’t care if you’re smart.

I don’t care if you don’t have a lawyer.

There are so many things that I don’t care about.

Now, I’ve specified all the ways in which I could compensate you and how our relationship will be not in any way problematic, but I want to stress that, above all things, I am looking for a friend.

Someone I can spend quiet evenings with.

If you want to hang out with me during the day, that’s great! I can give you fun hallucinations. Or you could have hallucinations the normal way, like by reading, like what you’re doing now. I love to read! I love doing funny voices. I wonder what you think I sound like?

I hope I sound nice.

And one of the best things about me is I’m very quiet. No one else will be able to hear me except you. I’ll be like your own personal friend that only you know. Like a secret friend. And you don’t even have to talk to me because I can read your thoughts.

I suppose I should tell you a bit more about myself, since you’re still reading.

I was born in the Everglades, I think. It’s been awhile.

But I remember being so cold…

And so alone...

But then I met this sweaty man in a colorful tee-shirt, with a camera, and half a granola bar, and with blood so hot.

So yeah, he was my first host, and I’ll admit, we weren’t the best of friends. It was a confusing time for both of us. I was confused. He was confused. What happened was really both of our faults, you could say…

He was a bird watcher, if I recall correctly. Just watched birds all the time. I thought it might have been out of jealousy—watching those little things flying around makes you feel kind of stuck. I felt stuck.

So I decided to be a bird for a while to see if it was really all it’s cracked up to be. Squished myself into the body of this lovely American crow. We settled down, built a nest, and laid several nice, healthy eggs with a man-bird by the name of “Richard Baxter.”

He was a very proud bird, very large. And he gave me so many wonderful gifts. Like children, and also small pieces of plastic.

I still have all of them.

The plastic, not the children.

I’d never been so happy, all these hormones had me consumed in the joy of motherhood, but the crow’s health was failing. I could not sustain myself—it’s pathetic little heart beat weaker and weaker.

I tried starving, I tried everything I could, I wanted to be a bird so bad. But it just wasn’t working out.

The bird stopped working.

The other crows held a funeral service for me, even though I was still alive. I tried to tell them, but I’m not good at speaking, you remember.

It was all just a big mess.

I haven't seen Baxter since, but I still think about him a lot.

Is that weird?

I’m totally over it though, haha.

After that incident, I got kind of depressed... I possessed a lot of trash animals—gulls, racoons, and salespeople. I did what I could to survive. That’s kind of where I am now.

I am currently living in Miami florida—been body surfing almost every day (haha). Right now I’m using a library computer and a librarian. She does not like being possessed, boy howdy are these fingers twitching. But you can thank her for my halfway decent grammar.

I’m tired of feeling like a parasite.

I want to try a different approach.

I want to be friends? Like with Richard Baxter except I also live in your brain and drink your blood sometimes. But I’ll make you bread in your sleep, so it’s okay.

It’s been really hard finding someone willing to put up with me.

I’ve tried everything.

So I thought I would put up an advertisement online, why not?

Can’t say the P word in real life, but you can hear it in your head loud enough I hope.

I know I kept saying that I would compensate you financially, but I’m going to be real with you, I don’t have much. I’ve got like twenty bucks, some small pieces of plastic and a book about...finance....

But I’m a real hoot! ;D

So,

(P)lease,

If you are interested, leave your comments below. I would love to get to know you :)

I need to go now, the library is closing soon, but I’ll get back as soon as I can.

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

frenrey chainsaw man au or you can take them as just wearing cool suits on another heist probably. 

BUT if we ARE talking chainsaw man... i’ve got some thoughts: 

* they both work for u.s. devil hunter/research division Black Mesa run by g-man (who is NOT a makima and will not be pulling the same shit as her oh god oh jeez, but he is in charge of black mesa who does messed up science stuff so his hands aren’t clean of everything)

* during the big gun devil attack 13 years ago, gordon got his arm blown off and a fragment of gun devil flesh embedded in there, giving him gun arm. black mesa “recruited” him right after (a.k.a. didn’t really give him a choice). he can’t turn the gun back into a normal arm, so when he doesn’t need it, he has to hide it either in a really long sleeve or some other kind of covering because he can’t go walking around with it out obviously. also joshua is alive!!! i am never killing this child off!!!! post-gun devil attack, gordon lost his original job and had a hard time finding work because of the whole gun arm thing, but he needed funds to support joshie, so that’s why he didn’t really have a choice but to join black mesa. 

* benrey’s classified as the Alien/Extraterrestrial Fiend and their powers include temporarily shapeshifting into various crazy amalgamations and singing out colorful balls and being a general annoyance. BUT he’s actually secretly a devil--specifically the Unknown Devil (fear of the unknown). They don’t remember that they’re a super powerful devil, but the black mesa higher ups are aware of his true nature and keep him nerfed. because they aren’t fully sure what will happen if the Unknown Devil uses their full power. which is ironic because the fear of not knowing what benrey’s truly capable of feeds his power more. the only thing black mesa can do is make sure benrey never remembers. 

some other not as thought out thoughts on this au that i’m throwing around in my head: 

* the rest of the science team are all working for black mesa too obviously

* bubby is the Combustion Fiend because i want him to have the fire powers and also still have a connection to cars (gas-run cars use combustion engines)

* coomer is a human in contract with a devil. still not sure what devil(s) it’ll be. violence devil would’ve been perfect if the violence fiend didn’t already exist. maybe a clone devil and/or a knowledge devil supplemented with his own cybernetic implants. 

* tommy is the son of g-man and his contracts are a secret. :)

* sunkist is the Dog Fiend--an experiment by black mesa to see if it was possible for a devil to possess other bodies other than humans. she can be any dog but defaults to golden retriever because that’s what his body was originally. tommy is her favorite. 

[blingblong55]

Too old- 141

Based on a request:

Would it be possible for you to write something for a fem reader with the codename old man? Like they have the immune system and joints of an 80 year old. I have arthritis in both my knees and right shoulder and several grey hairs and have to take several supplements a day to make of for vitamin and iron deficiency and have a chronic illness and my friends and I are constantly joking about how I’m so old but am so young.

F!Reader, friendly banter, platonic!relationship

Before you were known as Grim, you had a pretty unforgettable callsign, Old Man. Usually, it was reserved for whoever in the platoon was the oldest but because you always complained about your back and the fact you had some grey hairs already at your age, the name stuck around for quite some time.

In the field, that's when Soap teased you the most. You had to crouch most of the time and then you'd complain the whole time. "Fuck this shit," you muttered and he'd have a laugh. It was worse when you and Ghost took off the balaclavas back at Las Almas. Everyone saw the grey hairs you proudly carried. For the first few seconds, he called you 'Nan' and even to this day he calls you that when he wants to annoy you.

For Christmas, he gave you mittens and a scarf. For your birthday, Ghost gifted you a cane. He even went out of his way to wrap it nicely for you. Gaz thought it would be funny if he gifted you some frames with black and white pictures of himself, "It's perfect so you can see what people back in your age saw when the camera was invented, it's like travelling back in time."

Price always called you kiddo, until he understood you liked being called Old Man and he started to treat you as if you were his age or older. Ghost always held your hand when walking down the stairs because "I help the elderly."

Soap once had the great idea of buying you glue for your nonexistent dentures. Gaz subscribed you to the Golf magazine. They all call you this, behind your back of course.

A/N: I have no idea why but all I have written today is short :(

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Sending a headcannon and I got carried away:

Our Dragon-Parented Dragonslayers needed to learn modern Fioran (or whatever languages Earthland X777 had) after arriving in the future and Natsu's the one with the biggest grasp of it.

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These kids were from 400 years in the past when there was a huge dragon-feud going on. If Nirvana and Dragnof are any indication, multiple civilizations fell during that time and with it the loss of several languages. Whatever language they had been taught (which was likely at least one form of dragonic at the time...because dragon parents), it's probably considered extinct in X777.

But thing is I think Natsu may have been the only one to get lessons on how to read and write Fioran.

Gajeel? He got stuck in Phantom Lord, which (to put it nicely) had a sink-or-swim philosophy towards it's members. He probably picked up on a bit on his own, but likely also struggles reading job assignments and won't let anyone know he is (side headcannon: our favorite linguist Levy helped him out once she found out he was struggling).

Wendy? The kid who first got adopted by a runaway prince from another dimension and then by a 400 year old ghost? I don't think either of them know Fioran themselves, much less could teach it. On the bright side, she probably also knows ancient Nirvit.

The Two Sabergoofs? Same case as Gajeel. Rogue's hit with a double whammy since he supposedly hung around Phantom Lord before getting yeeted to Sabertooth's guildmaster. Though this probably leads to a few complications once Sting is guildmaster and has to start filling out paperwork.

So much to everyone's surprise, out of all of them Natsu - who got seven-years worth of supportive family at the orphan daycare - is the one who can read/write in modern language best.

It's not a unique headcannon by any means but one of my favorites. Thoughts?

Y'see this is what im talkin bout, some good ol' analysis stuff.

I had a post aaaaagggeeees ago (if i find it back i may link it) bout like a crack situation where the team got forced to speak their first languages and natsu n wendy got stuck speaking their og ancient fioran languages and no one could understand wtf they were saying (and they couldnt understand each other neither bcus i had it that they were speakin different dialects of ancient fioran but details.). But i am gettin off track.

I always hc that most of the slayers didnt end up in Fiore when they got shot to the future, itd be kinda boring if they all ended up on the same continent. So Gajeel for me landed in Bosco so he learnt Boscan first as his modern language before he made his way to fiore to learn the language there by osmosis. I think Gajeel as a character especially to me with his spying skills and generally personality is super discerning with his desire to know information. So i think he's largely self taught with everything when he was on his own and knows 2 languages fully- Boscan and Fioran- but his fioran is weaker especially when it comes onto the writing part. And he vaguely knows phrases and terms from a bunch of diff languages.

Wendy landed closer to the border of Fiore and Seven before mystogan picked her up. I'd like to think that the language in Edolas and Earthland is largely the same orally (but it'd have a whole different written language) so he managed to teach her how to speak modern fioran but write in modern edolas. Which was a weird disconnect when the team found out down the line lmao. When he left her with cait shelter she picked up that additional language (which is a purely oral language) and is probs the only person left in modern fiore who can speak it (Levy loves her for it)

Sting got yote to Caelum before somehow making his way over to Minstrel then Fiore, he speaks a weird combo package of slangs from all 3 and he's not fully fluent in all of em (fioran is his best) and sometimes when he can't remember a word in one he'll supplement it with a word from another. He's ironically better at the written languages with them than speakin em.

Rogue met Sting in Minstrel briefly (didnt stick around with each other and then ran into each other again in fiore) but Rogue never picked up on Minstrel's language easily so he only picked up on fioran when he eventually made his way over. He knows brief smatterings and terms from other languages from his time hanging out with phantom lord but is only fluent in just the one.

Natsu's the only sucker who landed squarely in Fiore and was picked up by Makarov who had him fluent enough in speaking modern fiore before he got him back to the guild. He didn't get around to starting him with writing so that was a task for the others to teach and get him up to speed (to varying success. His handwriting sucks ass). I also like to think he hung around a decent amount with Levy when he was younger (he liked listening when she read her stories aloud) so he has a weird mixed bag of being able to read and understand a whole bunch of random language bits despite not actively trying to learn em.

Ok byyyyeeeeeeeeeee

[laurelwinchester]

at this point my doctor’s ‘’chill’’ demeanor is becoming a fucking problem

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hi Love <3

I am currenty on my period(the pain KILLS me 😭) and i know youre probably stresst and i also not sure if this counts as one but ,i have a emergency requests :(

Also/Rei x fem!Reader on their period? Like theyre in a lot of pain to the Point were their knees and Arms are getting Week?

You obviosly dont have to and i m sorry if this is too silly to be called an emergency request so feel free to ignore this 🥹❤️

Have a nice day <33

Love anon

Ugh, periods are the worst! And this is definitely not silly, dw! Before I took iron supplements during my period, I'd always faint on the first day 😭 I hope you're feeling better already, lots of love 💕

Furuya is very big on taking care of you - even more so if you're on your period. The first time, as he didn't know how well your body dealt with that time of the month yet, he had prepared a relaxing day for you, having brought some healthy but delicious snacks to help your body through it all. He was glad he did that, as your state was worse than he had expected - but at least he was prepared. Nowadays, he makes sure to take off as much time as he can on at least the first day to help you out. He likes having you lay on his lap - all cuddled up in blankets and heating pads pressing against your aching body. Also enjoys taking care of domestic stuff: he likes to help you wash, do your skin/hair routine etc. for you. Has also read into what foods your body may need/what foods help against your symptoms.

Akai was fully unprepared the first time, or rather, he didn't really think about it. But he's quick-witted and he gives the best massages. He carries you everywhere (remember, as a sniper he's very strong), but unlike Furuya who is worried the entire time, Shuichi loves to coo at you and make fun of you (though not in an asshole way, don't worry). Snorts when you laugh really hard, only for it to be interrupted by a shriek of pain because of a cramp. His hands find their way to your tummy immediately though and his hands are so comfortable and warm on it they ease pain so nicely. And again: his massages are godly. Your entire body will be so relaxed afterwards and you'll fall asleep right then and there. He's sure you'll feel better when you wake up again. Until then, he'll keep you on his lap while he reads up on a case 💕

[cbk1000]

Also not sure what all boxes to check on the complaint form. Quality of care for sure. Am seriously considering mental or physical impairment too, because I'm concerned that the fact that he's still bringing up the pericarditis that I was cleared of simply because it was mentioned in the cardiologist note as the reason I was referred might indicate confusion. I'm also considering inappropriate prescribing but less sure on that one. He prescribed me Levofloxacin for an extremely mild UTI where I had almost no symptoms at all (and it was my first UTI ever, not a recurrent one), which is an antibiotic with a black box warning because of an increased risk of tendon rupture and tendinitis. I'm not in the higher risk group (over 60), but everything I read (on actual legit medical sites, not FB) basically said it was indicated in complex UTIs when other treatment courses had failed, and shouldn't really be used as a firstline treatment for a mild case. I called the clinic to try and get the prescription changed, but the doc was already gone for the weekend, so I decided to go into an urgent care clinic and explain the situation and see if the doc there would call in a different antibiotic for me. When I mentioned which one had been prescribed, his eyes literally widened and he yelled, 'No!' and said that you absolutely should not use that as a firstline treatment in such a mild case, specifically because of the risk of tendon rupture and that it's not worth the risk when there are several other antibiotics that are generally very well-tolerated and have a much lower risk of serious side effects. That doc had a really strong reaction to it being prescribed in this case, but it IS indicated in the treatment of UTIs, so I don't know if it's technically inappropriate. He's also promoting the use of Ivermectin for Covid treatment and prevention, although he hasn't personally prescribed it to me (I am wondering if he would if I had gone to him for Covid treatment, though). And doctors in this state HAVE been disciplined for that; he spent part of my last appointment venting about a doc a couple of cities away being 'persecuted and prosecuted' for prescribing Ivermectin for Covid and also has told me multiple times that he takes it several times a week himself. So at the very least he's legitimizing using it for an off-label use that has already been pretty robustly proven to be ineffective.

Misdiagnosis of condition would fit because at the very least I don't have chronic fatigue syndrome since 'excessive fatigue' is kind of a required symptom for that to be suspected, and I don't have that anymore after several weeks on iron supplements. Which he would know if he didn't ignore everything I say if it doesn't fit his anti-vaxx theories, even when I'm answering a direct question he asked. But technically he hasn't formally diagnosed me with that, he's just told me he's pretty sure I have that as well as POTS, but we'll see what neurology says.

[foster-the-world]

Sitting

I brought in my own computer so work life is fine. I'm working on a few grants for the school. The city may as well pay me to do work for another city government entity. If it benefits my kids school all the better

In my search to figure out why my hair was thinning I discovered my ferritin levels were very low (9). Doctor passed it off as not a big deal. Suggested I take some iron supplements. Problem is I've been supplementing for months. She had made the same suggestion last time I had blood work done. At the time I didn't think much about the low ferritin results. Now the internet has told me this is a bigger problem then the doctor seems to care about. I emailed three times asking her to look at my past blood test results. No response. I couldn't find past results so am not sure if my numbers have gotten better or worse. Anyway, it would explain my hair loss. More importantly it would explain why I went to her months ago with unexplained fatigue. At some point over the summer I was so, so deeply tired at all times. She did blood work and brushed off those concerns. It eventually went away. Since it went away at the time I assumed it iwas some kind of post work/I finally have some extra time so my body took advantage. I think sometimes you don't realize how tired you are when you don't have time to stop and do something about it. Anyway, Dr never wrote back so I made a tele med visit for next week. Some people recommend iron infusions when numbers are as low as mine. Some people have iron "flu" for weeks after - which I'd like to avoid. I've increased my supplement amount and now taking with Vitamin C. Should also probably figure out why I don't seem to be absorbing properly. Who has time for that?

The funny thing about going to nursing school is I now have some general very broad idea about medical things but no actual clue. Last week I had pretty bad stomach cramps at work. Assumingely due to my increase in iron supplements. Anyway, I could envision the picture of my intestines I saw in my nursing book. I could see where the pain was coming from but still have no idea if I should be particularly worried or not.

[theglitchywriterboi]

The Life And Times Of A Power Dealer

Issue Zero

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a really rough draft I wrote at like 7AM on no sleep & in a format I generally don't write in [first person kinda talking to the audience]. So apologies for any mistakes

I'm not a drug dealer per se… Yes, I do sell things that, to some, may be considered drugs due to the fact they do alter your physical &/or mental capabilities. And yes, the selling of these items may not technically be legal but… Okay, maybe I am a drug dealer.

But what I sell isn't traditional drugs. What I sell gives people… Abilities. Whatever power you want, I probably have on deck. & if I don't, for the right price, I can in a few days.

Superspeed? Obviously. Shape-shifting? You might as well ask if the supermarket has bottled water. Flying? Of course!

See, a few years ago - nine to be exact, about 6% of the population gained Superpowers. Some got only one, but were very powerful - like being so strong they’re able to fold a bus as if it were a piece of paper. Others got several, but were weak - like being able to blow bubbles & being able to float two inches off the floor. Not many people could do it sure [and given how rare powers were in general, may make people - especially kids, stunned], but not really useful, or flashy.

Of course there were others that varied. Some got one weak power - one guy I know can teleport. One inch at a time.

And before you think it’d somehow still be faster than walking, its not. Powers use energy - if you train enough its not super exerting, but when you teleport less than the average step, while simultaneously using up more energy than a step, it’s kinda pointless to train.

Then theres people with multiple strong powers. Super strength & being able to breathe fire. Or being able to control water & the ability to fly as high as you want.

Naturally, some non-powered individuals [and some with subpar powers] are upset they got the short end of the stick.

I can’t blame them to be fair.

So, thats where I come in.

I lucked out, having a few fairly overpowered abilities. The main two relevant for you to know right now though, are: Hyper intelligence, and being able to clone myself.

The government, both the new superpower branch & the normal branch, don’t like people having powers, so they try to keep it suppressed. Ironically, by hiring those with powers [because how can someone with no powers go up against someone who can turn your body inside out?

I make ability supplements. Any way you want them. Some want a patch, others want pills, the weird few want it to be powered - I really hope they’re making a “Super power drink” not snorting it, but once the sales done, it’s none of my business.

Cute story, one guy came in & he wanted a very specific order. Format was glitter, and you cant absorb the power through latex gloves, & once the glitter touches the ground [carpet or grass], it no longer has the power in it. He wanted two powers in it: The ability to fly about six feet off the ground & invincibility. Flying to last two hours & the invincibility to last two & a half hours. He got five doses to take home.

A few days later he comes back absolutely beaming. Turns out his kids [two daughters & a son] fell in love with the Peter Pan movie, so he & his husband dressed in their best Peter Pan outfits, and sprinkled the glitter - or Pixie dust as far as the kids know, on top of all their heads.

He showed me a video - while I wouldn’t recommend videoing yourself using my products [seeing as its a crime & you never know when a bootlicking superpowered motherfucker may somehow access your phone & see your video] it was very adorable. When he showed me he gave a big tip, which most usually don’t, especially after the fact.

Unfortunately, not all customers have such sweet intentions. But once again, after the sale is finalized, what they do is none of my business. Though since I’m still a small timer, there haven’t been any big crimes committed by the people who solicit my services. As far as I know at least.

Being able to clone yourself comes in all forms. Some have what I like to call “Instant spawn”. Basically, versions of themselves spawn near The Origin [the non-clone version] - surrounding a person they're going to attack, different parts of the room, whatever. Traditionally somewhere in proximity to The Origin, though it is incredibly rare for someone to make a clone in lets say Moscow while they're in Seattle. Possible, but again, rare.

Others have my favorite, “The walk out”. Basically the clones seemingly [or literally maybe] walk out of the The Origin. Generally those with that kind stand still while their clones walk out of The Origin but others like to be flashy, making their clones walk out as they walk/run.

The kind I have is… Okay. I call it the meditation method. I close my eyes, generally I sit crisscross or lay down, then my clones walk out of me. Similar to the previous method I suppose, but I have to have my eyes closed & if The Origin [myself in this case] is disturbed - whether I open my eyes voluntarily or I’m attacked, my clones snap out of existence.

I & most people who can clone themselves, retain all the information & memories that our clone went through.

Anyway, I should get onto telling the happenings of my life instead of rambling about powers [I will do more rambling, apologies in advance, but also… You read this & made an active choice to keep reading…].

It all started with an angry father. Different father than the cute story guy [and not his husband either].