#mcas hell dream

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✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!]

From MCAS hell Dream:

Dream gasped awake, for a few seconds entirely unsure where he lay. His hand stretched out automatically, grasping for any lifeline, and was met by a warm callused one. “Hob?” he rasped, tilting his head. “Neighbour,” Hob said fondly, extending his other hand to brush a stray lock of hair off Dream’s forehead. Dream shuddered as warmth spread from the area of contact, and pushed his head against Hob’s hand without quite meaning to. If he could have pressed his whole body against Hob’s hands he would have, a tiny noise escaping. Hob, meanwhile, had frozen for a few seconds, before his fingers shifted, digging a bit into Dream’s scalp. “Is this all right?” “Mmhmm,” Dream managed, his limbs slowly dissolving into gelatin.

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MCAS hell Dream omegaverse snippet, because why not!

Dream did not like to leave his flat, overly much. The stairs grated every joint in his lower body, and lifts ran the risk of alphas without scent blockers, and in his flat he could control who came in and the various smells and triggers.  Of course, crushes made you stupid, which was why Dream tried to not have them, especially not on an alpha.  "Hiya, stranger," said the handsome neighbor in flat 689, heading to the lift.  His body had not received the memo on crushes and attraction. Dream's heart flipped so hard he thought he might pass out. His skin heated, flushing red that had nothing to do with his mast cells, for once. He tried to ignore the heat that pooled between his legs, gritting his teeth. "Salutations," he intoned.

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Roses for WIP snippets

From MCAS hell Dream!

Hob's prickly neighbour finally slipped into sleep. Dream — and his heart flipped a little, he loved that name — had always had such a presence, beyond the faint whiffs of sharp mint and earth Hob picked up and the figure he cut in black. He looked far more peaceful asleep, for starters, even if monitor wires and IV tubes snaked into his hospital gown and attached to his arms. He also looked far smaller, and Hob's heart ached at it, all his instincts demanding he find the nearest blankets and wrap him up in them. (Fuck, Hob hoped one day he could, at least sometimes.)

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You get three sentences of MCAS omegaverse Dream hell! Based on this post by thebibliosphere about MCAS (mast cell activation syndrome) reactions being extra horrid during heats.

"I know this is probably a weird time to ask, but since we know each other's names, may I take you on a date?" Hob asked.  Dream jerked upright so fast his head spun and the tachycardia alarm sounded on the monitor, eyes fixed wide and confused on Hob. "Me?" he managed, breathless. "After all this?"

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Pick any or all of the following! <3

the last sentence you wrote

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

12. a trope you’re really into right now

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

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last sentence! more MCAS hell dream

Dream panted, staggering up the last step to the stairwell door, and grasped the handle, only to have it open suddenly and he stumbled, almost dropping his grocery bag. "Shit, sorry," he heard, in a maddeningly familiar voice, the stupidest most attractive baritone and always, always, warm-toned. The stranger from 689 stepped aside, holding the door, and Dream blinked, mouth dry, and slunk past him. "Thank you," he made himself mumble, and fled to his flat.

5. fifth sentence of fifth paragraph of unpublished wip (Choosing kitten rescue human au, which is like. sunshine professor Dream.)

"Where" turned out to be a construction site on campus. The rain had turned the tract of land into a mudhole fit for wallowing. Water pooled and ran in narrow streams over the poorly drained area. It was not fit for habitation. And, of course, there was a chain link fence, gates padlocked shut.

12. tropes I'm into at the moment: oh, you know, the usual. dream hurt/comfort, self-sacrificial things, being strong until collapsing, fairy-tale like rescues, feral gremlin unused to being loved...

30. fic i am very proud of: a lot of them actually, but choosing my first mediumfic at 21.5k (blue windows behind the stars) which features Dream's suicidality and the time spent after, and everyone who tries to help.