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I checked your ao3 account and i LOVE your fic! definitley looking forward to your future fics :)

Awww, thank you so much! I’m also looking forward to writing more!

Is it too much to want a friendship like this?

DekuShield Week Day 5, 6 and 7!

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[A/N]

I have high expectations for myself, but I don’t set them very firm because I know I’m likely to fail them.

Well, without further ado, day five, six and seven of DekuShield Week! Hope you enjoy and feedback is very much appreciated!

Also, sorry for not posting lately, there’s just been a lot going on with school and all so I couldn’t find the time. Anyway, I promise to make it up to you all!

Requests are open and... yeah. Enough of me talking.

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Prompt 5- Family

“Oh my goodness! You must be Melissa!” Inko hurried over to Melissa and shook her hand, over-the-world about seeing her son’s lover for the first time. “Izuku has spoken so much about you!”

Melissa grinned and returned the handshake. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Midoriya.”

“Please, call me Inko.”

Inko lead Izuku and Melissa into to the kitchen, there was a banquet of food on their dinner table.

“I spent all day cooking; I was just so excited to meet you!”

“It looks amazing Inko, it smells good too!” Melissa sat down, along with Izuku, Inko scattered to bring them all drinks.

“Mom, let me help-”

“Don’t worry, Izuku. I’ve got it covered.”

She sat down. Izuku raised his glass, “to a so-far successful relationship!”

Melissa and Inko raises their glasses also. “Don’t jinx it,” warned Melissa, as the three of them clinked glasses.

“To a successful relationship!”

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[A/N]

Apologies, all. I had severe fanfictioner’s block, so I had to “improvise” and cut it short.

Also, I figured I wouldn’t write about David (Melissa’s dad), because Deku already met him in the movie and what-not.

Anyway, on with prompt six!

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Prompt 6- Crossover (With Toradora)

Izuku sighed, fiddling with his bangs. It wasn’t even the first day of school, yet he felt so uptight as if it was. Murmurs echoed up and down the hall as he dragged his feet to homeroom.

Mph.

He stopped dead in his tracks. What was that? He thought, he observed his surroundings from left to right.

He looked downward and saw a petite blond rubbing her forehead. There were even more murmurs from the other students around them. Some gasped in shock.

“The Plam-Top Tiger!”

“How do you think it’s gonna go down?”

“What’s gonna happen?”

“That’s the Palm-Top Tiger, idiot! She’s super dangerous!”

Izuku glanced at all the students, then back down and “Palm-Top Tiger.”

“Palm-Top Tiger, huh?” He said, she growled in annoyance. “Oh, I get it! It’s because you’re shor-”

Wham!

Izuku flew to the ground, pain throbbing in his face.

Yep, he thought, accepting his fate as he hit the floor with a thud and watched Palm-Top Tiger walk past him. Little did I know, this would be the start of just the beginning.

He watched her turn the corner.

The beginning of a lifetime.

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[A/N]

Fight me.

Prompt seven!

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Prompt 7- Free Day and/or Halloween (I chose Free Day)

“Melissa!”

Melissa glanced up from her laptop. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Happy birthday!”

“Aw, Deku, you’re so sweet!” Izuku took a seat next to her and planted a light kiss on her cheek, a hint of blush dusted his face.

“You really didn’t have to,” she smiled.

“Melissa, you’re crazy. Of course, I do.”

Izuku held out his hand, inching it closer to Melissa.

“What are you doing, Deku?”

“Giving you your birthday present.”

“And what’s that?” Asked Melissa, placing her hand in his. Izuku smiled, then leaned in so his mouth was next to her ear.

“My hand in marriage.”

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[A/N]

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Oh, wait!

I know.

One, that was very short (I know-), and

Two, I already did a prompt with marriage in it, but I had no other ideas. I’ve lost all my sparkles and glitter so I need something to bring back my passion!

...

Okay. I am so sorry.

It sounded so cool in my head, but when I read it, it sounded so wrong.

Anyway, hope you guys liked these and I’ll see you guys in my next post.

Love you all!

MangaSuna Week - Day 4

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Day 4 - Adrenaline

It was just a normal day of hero training, and you would think nothing of it. Yet Setsuna's feelings became un-normal, and she became a little worried...

It was a few days after he confessed to her, and she soon noticed how much of a gentleman he was more and more by the day. It was when she saw him that her heart beated faster, and when he worked-out she figured that she might as well woman-up and either ask him out or pass out.

But throughout all her younger years of considering people foolish for their giddiness towards another, she finally understood that it was much easier to create the whole "ask-you-out-and-the-ship-sails" scenario in her head, than it was to actually execute it.

She figured that she could pass out - therefore she would be able to control her feeling much easier in her sleep. But the thought of him crouching over her to aid his classmate made her instantly reconsider the thought.

Thus, there was only one option left.

Be a woman! she thought to herself, even though her legs threatened to make her stumble; she pursued the walk anyway and went over to ask him out. This was either life or death. And with the way her feelings made her feel, she didn't care or which she got.

"Hey, Manga, can I talk to you really quick?"

Manga looked over, and the tension worsened when all his friends went silent. They nudged him in the shoulder teasingly.

Ignoring his childish friends, he stood up and nodded, "sure."

He walked by her side as they went into a more secluded area, and Sestuna's subconsious blackmailed her to stop or it would activate self-destruct.

But no, she wouldn't stop. She had to do this.

"So, I know it's been a few days since you told me that you liked me-"

"Cut it to me straight, please!"

"I like you too!" Sestuna felt a painful regret, but also a comforting relief.

But now it's life or death, remember?

Oh, wait.

Setsuna smacked her forehead, causing Manga to panic. "Setsuna, what the hell?! Don't hit yourself!" Manga rubbed circle's on Setsuna's forehead with his thumb.

Setsuna smiled to herself; he already liked you, idiot, it wasn't life or death. Well, it was, but probably for him anyways. You were panicking for no reason...

The two were silent as they walked back to join their classmates, holding one another’s hand - their love was in the air...

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Did you ask for some Nejire Hado wallpapers for your Nejire Hado needs?

Look no further my friend!

Did anybody ask for some 1A wallpapers?

I decided to go for a different wallpaper look than I usually go for - hope you guys like them!

If you have any wallpaper requests - feel free to send an ask!

For everybody that wants to know...

Here are all the animes I've [fully] watched (and liked):

1. Toradora

2. Monthly Girls' Nozaki-Kun

3. Shimoneta

4. Rage of Bahamut (Vigin Soul)

5. Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt

6. My Girlfriend is a Gal

7. Citrus

8. Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku

9. How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift?

10. My Little Monster

11. Keijo!!!!!!!!

(I couldn’t do a gif for this one because of the ten-image-limit-thing *cri*)

Anyway, that’s all!

Honestly, I think I might’ve missed a few, but that’s all I can remember (lol)

Love you all!

Injury angst for writing dummies.

Hospitals and injury are always such a staple of angst fics, but 9 times out of 10 the author has clearly never been in an emergency situation and the scenes always come off as over-dramatized and completely unbelievable. So here’s a crash course on hospital life and emergencies for people who want authenticity. By someone who spends 85% of her time in a hospital. 

Emergency Departments/Ambulances.

Lights and sirens are usually reserved for the actively dying. Unless the person is receiving CPR, having a prolonged seizure or has an obstructed airway, the ambulance is not going to have lights and sirens blaring. I have, however, seen an ambulance throw their lights on just so they can get back to the station faster once. Fuckers made me late for work.

Defibrillators don’t do that. You know, that. People don’t go flying off the bed when they get shocked. But we do scream “CLEAR!!” before we shock the patient. Makes it fun.

A broken limb, surprisingly, is not a high priority for emergency personnel. Not unless said break is open and displaced enough that blood isn’t reaching a limb. And usually when it’s that bad, the person will have other injuries to go with it.

Visitors are not generally allowed to visit a patient who is unstable. Not even family. It’s far more likely that the family will be stuck outside settling in for a good long wait until they get the bad news or the marginally better news. Unless it’s a child. But if you’re writing dying children in your fics for the angst factor, I question you sir. 

Unstable means ‘not quite actively dying, but getting there’. A broken limb, again, is not unstable. Someone who came off their motorbike at 40mph and threw themselves across the bitumen is. 

CPR is rarely successful if someone needs it outside of hospital. And it is hard fucking work. Unless someone nearby is certified in advanced life support, someone who needs CPR is probably halfway down the golden tunnel moving towards the light. 

Emergency personnel ask questions. A lot of questions. So many fucking questions. They don’t just take their next victim and rush off behind the big white doors into the unknown with just a vague ‘WHAT HAPPENED? SHE HIT HER HEAD?? DON’T WORRY SIR!!!’ They’re going to get the sir and ask him so many questions about what happened that he’s going to go cross eyed. And then he’s going to have to repeat it to the doctor. And then the ICU consultant. And the police probably. 

In a trauma situation (aka multiple injuries (aka car accident, motorbike accident, falling off a cliff, falling off a horse, having a piano land on their head idfk you get the idea)) there are a lot of people involved. A lot. I can’t be fucked to go through them all, but there’s at least four doctors, the paramedics, five or six nurses, radiographers, surgeons, ICU consultants, students, and any other specialities that might be needed (midwives, neonatal transport, critical retrieval teams etc etc etc). There ain’t gonna be room to breathe almost when it comes to keeping someone alive.

Emergency departments are a life of their own so you should probably do a bit of research into what might happen to your character if they present there with some kind of illness or injury before you go ahead and scribble it down.

Wards

Nurses run them. No seriously. The patient will see the doctor for five minutes in their day. The nurse will do the rest. Unless the patient codes.

There is never a defibrillator just sitting nearby if a patient codes. 

And we don’t defibrillate every single code. 

If the code does need a defibrillator, they need CPR.

And ICU. 

They shouldn’t be on a ward. 

There are other people who work there too. Physiotherapists will always see patients who need rehab after breaking a limb. Usually legs, because they need to be shown how to use crutches properly.

Wards are separated depending on what the patient’s needs are. Hospitals aren’t separated into ICU, ER and Ward. It’s usually orthopaedic, cardiac, neuro, paediatric, maternity, neonatal ICU, gen surg, short stay surg, geriatric, palliative…figure out where your patient is gonna be. The care they get is different depending on where they are.

ICU.

A patient is only in ICU if they’re at risk of active dying. I swear to god if I see one more broken limb going into ICU in a fic to rank up the angst factor I’m gonna shit. It doesn’t happen. Stop being lazy. 

Tubed patients can be awake. True story. They can communicate too. Usually by writing, since having a dirty great tube down the windpipe tends to impede ones ability to talk. 

The nursing care is 1:1 on an intubated patient. Awake or not, the nurse is not gonna leave that room. No, not even to give your stricken lover a chance to say goodbye in private. There is no privacy. Honestly, that nurse has probably seen it all before anyway. 

ICU isn’t just reserved for intubated patients either. Major surgeries sometimes go here post-op to get intensive care before they’re stepped down. And by major I mean like, grandpa joe is getting his bladder removed because it’s full of cancer. 

Palliative patients and patients who are terminal will not go to ICU. Not unless they became terminally ill after hitting ICU. Usually those ones are unexpected deaths. Someone suffering from a long, slow, gradually life draining illness will probably go to a general ward for end of life care. They don’t need the kind of intensive care an ICU provides because…well..they’re not going to get it??

Operations.

No one gets rushed to theatre for a broken limb. Please stop. They can wait for several days before they get surgery on it. 

Honestly? No one gets ‘rushed’ to theatre at all. Not unless they are, again, actively dying, and surgery is needed to stop them from actively dying. 

Except emergency caesarians. Them babies will always get priority over old mate with the broken hip. A kid stuck in a birth canal and at risk of death by pelvis is a tad more urgent than a gall stone. And the midwives will run. I’ve never seen anyone run as fast as a midwife with a labouring woman on the bed heading to theatres for an emergency caesar.

Surgery doesn’t take as long as you think it does. Repairing a broken limb? Two hours, maybe three tops. Including time spent in recovery. Burst appendix? Half an hour on the table max, maybe an hour in recovery. Caesarian? Forty minutes or so. Major surgeries (organs like kidneys, liver and heart transplants, and major bowel surgeries) take longer. 

You’re never going to see the theatre nurses. Ever. They’re like their own little community of fabled myth who get to come to work in their sweatpants and only deal with unconscious people. It’s the ward nurse who does the pick up and drop offs. 

Anyway there’s probably way, way more that I’m forgetting to add but this is getting too long to keep writing shit. The moral of the story is do some research so you don’t look like an idiot when you’re writing your characters getting injured or having to be in hospital. It’s not Greys Anatomy in the real world and the angst isn’t going to be any more intense just because you’re writing shit like it is. 

Peace up.