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bitteriekitten · 17 days ago

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calling them your husband.

synopsis — what the title says <3

warnings — extreme doses of fluff

featuring — xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb (separate fics)

notes — i was originally going to post this by the time the game releases anything related to sylus's birthday banner - but i'm getting fkn impatient 😀 infold's just edging me atp </33 hope u enjoy this n pls leave feedback if u can <3 and ofc, you can find more of my works here!

Xavier would think he misheard you at first.

You began calling him your husband after seeing a video of another couple doing the same, finding the boyfriend's reaction hilarious. But you soon find out that you would have to get creative with coming up ways to repeat yourself calling him your husband. On your end, he looked indifferent, like he hadn't even heard you speak at all. But on his end, he was internally freaking out, wondering what he'd done to get this special treatment from you.

By the 5th time you referred to him as your husband, you were so close to just giving up. But then Xavier grabbed you by the shoulders to face him, barring you from any chances of escaping. He stays like that for a while, just assessing you intently without saying a word. You giggled at his expressionless face, "Yes, my husband?" you then asked, cocking your head to the side to appear more clueless and innocent.

"So I wasn't hearing things." he said, finally cracking a smile. He let go of your shoulders and caressed your cheek with his palm. You instinctively leaned into his touch as you mirrored his grin. "I don't know what I've done to be able to hear you call me your husband, but I'm incredibly honored, my love." he murmured, stealing your breath away right after with a soft kiss.

Zayne wouldn't be at all surprised when you start referring to him as your husband.

In fact, he expected it, as he's already discussed the prospect of marriage with you a handful of times already. The idea of marriage with you, possibly having kids and having a simple, domestic lifestyle in the future – it seems possible (and extremely easy to achieve, too) with the way your relationship was progressing. But on the other hand, he barely keeping it together, with how much you like calling him your husband. He's this close to just spontaneously getting on one knee to actually marry you.

"Aw, my husband's so stressed lately." you cooed, walking over to the back of his seat and placing your hands over his shoulders. Zayne cracked the smallest of smiles at his unofficial title, sighing inwardly as your hands began massaging him.

"Keep this up and I might actually become your husband," Zayne quipped. You abruptly stopped massaging him and let out a surprised laugh. "Dr. Zayne, when did you get so bold!" you laughed in delight. Zayne chuckled along with you, wondering if next week would be an appropriate time to go ring-shopping.

Rafayel would be reduced into to a puddle of shyness and absolute devotion for you.

It would take a hot minute for it to register in his brain that you just casually referred to him as your husband. He's still trying to get used to you being so bold with your affection ever since you two finally became official. For you to just drop the title husband next to his name, like it was second nature was mind-blowing. He can't even bring himself to tease you about being so forward, calling him as such when you're still new to this relationship.

You held him in your arms, his head on your chest. "My husband just needs a good cuddle, hmm?" you asked, sweeping your hand over his soft hair to see his eyes. Rafayel squirmed under your touch to avoid looking at you, unsure if he hated the attention or reveled in it.

"Cutie..." he began, but was unable to finish what he was about say. He genuinely sounded like he was in deep pain as he grumbled into your skin. "What, does my husband want some space?" you teased him, pretending to pull away from him. But Rafayel was quicker to pull you back to him, tightening his arms around your back. Needless to say, he loved being called your husband.

Sylus, without giving it any second thoughts, accepted it instantly.

He's always happy to indulge in whatever you wanted to do, yet this was on another level. As much as possible, Sylus would try to keep a straight, unbothered face – an incredible feat that would last him approximately fifteen minutes. He can't help the flutter that attacks him when he hears you call him that. He'd become extra clingy, his affection amped up to 500, and his words a lot softer and sweeter.

"Hubby, you're starting to act like a velcro baby." you joked, trying to navigate around Sylus's bathroom with him clinging to your backside with his arms wrapped around you. He grunted in response as he rested his chin on top of your head, watching you with sleepy eyes through the mirror.

You wrapped up the rest of your nightly routine with Sylus still clinging to you. You both plopped down onto his bed, tucking in for the night even though this was when Sylus was usually awake. He climbed on top of you and you wheezed at his weight on top of you. "Ack– you're crushing me, hubby!" you whined, trying to shove him off of you. Sylus ignored your protests with a content hum, his body and mind relaxing for the first time in a long time.

Caleb would have to use half of his strength to behave himself.

If he wasn't lovesick before, imagine the lengths he jumps over now. He already acts like a husband whenever you're around, you calling him as such amplified it to 400%. Cue then the uncontrollable smiles and giggles as he settles 100% of his attention onto you. He'll never ever admit it to you, because he knows you'll definitely use it to your advantage, but this is absolutely the surefire way to get anything and everything you could possibly want from him, no questions asked.

Caleb grinned widely as you excitedly squealed over the plushie he won you. "Hubby! I can't believe you got it!" you marveled, hugging the sheep tightly. Caleb chuckled at the silly nickname, patting you on the head and kissing you on the forehead.

"I couldn't have done it without the unwavering support from my... wifey." Caleb replied cheekily, earning a bright smile from you. You hugged him, your new plushie squished between your bodies. "You're the best, hubby." you muttered into his ear, and Caleb kissed your forehead again. You peeked over his shoulder and saw a restaurant that caught your eye. You pointed at it, "I'm a bit hungry now, hubby. Can we grab something to eat there?" you asked him. Without saying anything back, Caleb agreed - anything for his wifey.

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venusbyline · 5 months ago

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Treatment ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 29, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Spencer Reid x college student!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: praise kink

— summary: Spencer needs to take out the frustrations of his professional life during sex with you, his girlfriend and his favorite student.

— word count: 1.2k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 29th day, female!reader, girlfriend!reader, professor!Reid, praise kink, aftercare, vaginal sex, rough sex, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, body worship, hair-pulling, butt slapping, biting, teacher-student relationship (NO UNDERAGE), secret relationship, dumbification, squirting, dacryphilia, creampie, cum dripping, subspace, fluffy ending, table sex, rough kissing, soft!Reid, dom!Reid, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Ever since Spencer arrived at university stressed after a week solving an important case at the BAU, you knew he would need to take out all his frustration with you on sex. It was no longer news to the two of you how high Spencer's sex drive became after dealing with maniacal Unsubs, especially when he had to put up with so many students who seemed to have a below average IQ inside his classroom.

The opportunity to teach subjects focused on criminology, sociology and psychoanalysis had been incredible at first, but started increasingly unbearable as the final exams weeks approached. He was trying to get his students used to his assessment method little by little, giving them short and quick tests that contained only some topics that would be included in the final exams.

However, with each test he corrected, he cursed a different teenager. Spencer could barely read the answers without wanting to rip his eyes out of their eye sockets or tear his own skin. Maybe most of the students were really stupid and irresponsible, or maybe he was being very demanding due to the stress he was going through with the latest criminal case. After all, he could not judge someone's intelligence as truly inferior just because he had a real genius brain.

When Spencer saw that he would not be able to concentrate on correcting the tests, he huffed and threw randomly the pile of papers on his table, taking out his phone and sending an urgent text to you, his favorite student and secret girlfriend too.

Even though you were busy in the library studying for another professor's classes, you were more than a little eager when you saw the text from Spencer, or rather Doctor Reid, demanding your presence in his office immediately. You knew what was coming as soon as you had caught a glimpse of him walking through campus hallways earlier that day. He was stressed. And if Spencer was stressed, that meant you would suffer the consequences and be very rewarded later.

"T-This fucking good pussy!" Spencer growled, gripping your waist tighter, giving your ass a slap that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as he moved his hips deeper, more brutally, almost as if he wanted to break you into two parts.

You whimpered when the head of his cock almost hit your cervix, making you see stars. "S-Spencie!"

Your trembling moan came along with a sob, your legs shaking as you gripped the edge of his marble table, trying to steady yourself with each thrust, even though your legs were so weak that you were sure all the paperwork would fall to the floor soon. "You're doing so well, darling. Taking my thick cock inside you like a good girl..." He growled, lowering himself until his chest was against your back, biting your shoulder uncovered by the neckline of your dress. "My best student. The only one smart enough to be admitted to this stupid university."

You knew he was overreacting, but that did not stop you from smiling between moans, your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter while he praised you, fingers pressing the soft flesh of your ass and his lips whispering how smart and hot you were. His favorite. You would always be his favorite student.

Spencer pulled you by your hair, until you were standing as he held himself still inside you, grabbing your chin for a sloppy and aggressive kiss. His free hand pulled just one of your legs up onto the table, the new position making him hit deeper inside your tight pussy. "Fuck... You have no idea how much I needed this." Spencer moaned, taking advantage of the fact that you understood the angle he wanted to fuck you at and he held your hips to help you keep it that way. "I love your little pussy crushing me like that. So tight, even when I'm about to fill you with my cum. You want that, darling? Going around campus with my cum running down your thighs? For everyone to know that you're the best student ever?”

You did not answer your boyfriend, as you were too busy feeling your orgasm coming. Spencer's eyes rolled back as your ass began to bounce faster by the second and you started to moan loudly, forcing him to release your chin to cover your mouth. "Shhh, little girl... You don't want people to know that you're getting special treatment from your professor, don't you, darling? You want them to know how much I love fucking your pussy until you're a whining mess?"

You shook your head immediately, muffled sounds escaping when Spencer licked your neck, continuing to whispering and dirty talking to you, the fucking starting to get more intense after you climaxed and your hole started to get creamy due his pre-cum and your juices.

Noticing how your body began to shake more than normal and your walls were spasming, Spencer let go of your hips only to finger your clit, rubbing it so roughly that you screamed into his palm and finally came again, followed by the transparent liquid squirting from your pussy while Spencer continued fucking you. He stimulated your clit until he also was cumming, moaning in an almost guttural way as he watched the scene of you crying out and squirting, feeling you milking his cock until the last drop.

Spencer sighed at the overstimulation, withdrawing himself from you, causing you to groan in pain and melancholy at the sudden emptiness. "It's okay, darling. You were so good, you're always so good to me... my good girl." Spencer whispered, picking you up to lay you down on the table. It was not the most comfortable place possible for the aftercare, but both of you knew it was the most that having sex hidden in your university professor's office could offer you. He stroked your hair, taking a tissue from his briefcase so he could wipe off the remnants of his cum running down your thighs. He gave you a soft smile because you reflexively tried to pull yourself away, your mind still trapped into the subspace. "It's just me, darling. You're okay. I just need to clean you up now. Is that okay, my girl?"

You nodded weakly and also a little confused, low but less scared whimpers coming from your lips. Spencer was careful not to hurt your already so sensitive and sore core. "My beautiful little girl. You're so perfect, darling. I'm so proud of you..." You smiled with your eyes closed, hearing his husky but loving voice.

Spencer took charge of taking care of you during that moment, placing a soft kiss on your temple, putting your panties back on and fixing your dress. Spencer caressed your head, admiring your weak and sleepy form, trying his best to hold back the giggle that wanted to escape as he noticed that the papers containing his students' tests were damp with random drops from your sudden squirt.

He would have to think about some convincing explanation to give to the university president regarding the stains on those papers. However, for now, the only thing Spencer would do was make sure you were physically and emotionally fine again so both of you could return to your proper responsibilities when the next class started.

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signedeclipse · 8 months ago

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Ooh, i found your page, and i saw your prompt post about the Multiple/All hashira have feelings for the reader who is the best swordsmith and all want their swords done by her, I think it be funny to also add Hotaru Haganezuka to the mix and him also being like "im not sharing my fellow Smith back off!" :D

I think all would be funny with all hashira, but anyone underage it's like I admire you and you are now my older sibling/parent now.

In which you are the best swordsmith, and the hashira you're assigned to adore you.

Giyuu

He never deserved any kind of special blade, special treatment, or anything above what the average person got

At least, thats how Giyuu thought about things

Recently, his swordsmith had retired, and while he had stated he didn't care who got the job, there was still pressure for him to pick since it was considered some kind of honour

During his visit to the village, he met you at an izakaya, where you were talking with the owner about your proposal for the 'hashira in town'

He felt bad for walking in, knowing you didn't intend for him to hear anything, so he immediately tried to hide in the corner and finish his food sooner

Unfortunately, the owner immediately pointed him out, and asked him to come over to talk to you

Both of you were red with embarrassment, and Giyuu had to insist you stop apologizing

You were nervous about talking about the design, but eventually he caught the gist that you wanted to repurpose another sword into his since older steel was more valuable

You'd clearly done your research because you knew of him and Sabito, and you offered to use Sabito's left-over ore to add to his for some more sentimental value

Giyuu was really keen about the idea, and before the choosing ceremony could occur, he presented himself to Lord Tecchin to request you become his permanent swordsmith

Gyomei

Nichirin blades were the most common weapon used by demon slayers

Gyomei had started with one, but he quickly found his attacks were focused on the impact, and less on the perfect point of precision

He needed something different, but he wasn't sure what

Being a bother was something he hated doing, but he took it upon himself to visit the swordsmith village so he could meet with Lord Tecchin

Even Tecchin was unsure, until one of his guards spoke about you, a budding swordsmith with a less traditional outlook on weapons

Gyomei was willing to try, and he was glad he did

You were a natural creative, he could hear your charcoal sketching along parchment even as it was hidden below melancholic humming

You were interested in his assessment of his inability to use nichirin to its best potential, and after considering several forms of weapons, you both landed on something that could act at various ranges

The flail was a deadly weapon on a stick, but you proposed keeping it on a chain would help him control it, since he could vary how much length he gave the flail to move

"It'll be heavy, though, and hard to know where it's going. How much can you lift?"

"Several thousand kilograms."

"Ah."

You were at a loss for words, but you took him seriously and began working

Gyomei actually had a hand in helping make them, because you could barely carry the flail moulds, let alone the finished product

You instructed his hands on how to feel the weapon, gave him suggestions on use, and described its appearance so he could adjust the colours as he liked

Your patience was appreciated, and Gyomei took it upon himself to make sure you were treated extremely well after the week of gruelling work

Mitsuri

Mitsuri had a very special blade

It needed to be thin enough to bend, but thick enough to remain still when not moving

The only person who had ever managed this perfect precision was Lord Tecchin, but as he grew older, the task became harder

So, there was a contest for a replacement; anyone who wanted to could join

You were intrigued by the idea, but you'd had trouble in the past with your experimental blades, so much so that some friends of yours suggested you leave yourself out

But you wanted to give it a try, besides, you'd heard great things about the love Hashira, and you were sure she wouldn't be mean about it if it didn't meet her standards

Your best idea was to use something other than the scarlet ore to give it further reinforcement, so you created an alluminium-steel alloy that could be coated in scarlet ore by melting the scarlet crimson Iron Sand, which was more flexible than the ore

It resulted in a long, thin, and sturdy blade that could handle nearly triple the force of its original, though it wasn't as flexible as before

On the day of the contest, Mitsuri was extremely interested in your process, and you got to see your creation in its moving form for the first time

Mitsuri was extremely talented, and she had no problem bending the sword with her whipped movements

As it turns out, she had to be careful with her previous swords because she had gotten too strong for them and they got too loose

You easily won, and Mitsuri was beyond joyed to know her swordsmith was not only talented, but also extremely pretty!

She's always sketching herself with her sword on the letters she sends to you and often inviting you out to eat

Expect a lot of recipes sent your way, and a lot of sweet messages detailing how excited she is to see you again

Muichiro

Swords were the least of his concerns when it came to slaying demons

They should always be perfect, always kill without getting in his way; he shouldn't have to ever think about it

But after his run-in with Tanjiro and his previous swordsmith passing away, the concerns bubbled up

He didn't have time to spend waiting on some smith to make something comparable to what he wielded, he needed something just as good, if not better

So the search began, and of course, your name popped up a lot when he'd ask who was 'the best'

You were young, close to his age, and you were hard at work when he found you

Muichiro ignores every craftsman sword hung upon your wall, disregards every talent, and demands you take him on

But stubborn meets stubborn, and when you say no, hes taken back

What do you mean 'no'? Do you have any idea how much of a speck you are compared to him?

The challenge you present nags at him, and he decides youre not worth it; he can always ask someone else

But the idea of anything less than perfect, the annoyance of you denying him, it manages to peer through the mind fog several times to the point of annoyance

Fine, he'll say please and apologize, because your craftsmanship is worth it

When he does get his sword, he's even more irked that it never so much as scratches, and works extremely hard to try and break it just so he can tell everyone you aren't as good as they say

It never happens

Obanai

No one could get his concept right

A lot of people thought he wanted what Mitsuri had, which he thought was extremely well crafted, but it wasn't exactly what he needed

Mitsuri had the arm strength to handle a weapon that long and precise, but he needed something smaller, more sturdy, but with 'joints' of weakness

His concept was rejected by many, and his frustration was beginning to boil

When you came up to him, requesting to make it, he had already given up and mentioned he was leaving soon, and not to bother him

Even after leaving the village and resigning into using the typical blade, he was surprised when you found your way all the way out to his mission point just to deliver him a weapon he never asked for

He didn't like that someone had intruded on his mission, but when you were both attacked and he had a chance to use it, he had a hard time being mad

The weak points of the weapon started far apart and got closer together near the top, giving the blade a wave-like appearance that certainly looked odd

But when moved with enough force and velocity, the joints could be bent further to reach around corners in odd ways, following his movements with a latency that let him fit it through impossible holes and bends

It was everything he was looking for and more, considering he only proposed two joints and you'd delivered nearly twenty in a blade as short as seventy centimetres

Hes impressed, but hes still mad you made this journey and put yourself in danger, so of course he is going to take you all the way back to the village

Personally

With no one else

And listen to you talk the whole time

Yea

Sanemi

Sure, swords were important, but he didn't give them much thought

He was always getting new ones because his always chipped, snapped, and scratched with all the force he was putting on them

The blades were built for flesh, but he didn't care, he practiced cutting rocks and throwing the blade like it was some kind of toy

Eventually, his destructive tendancy drove his swordsmith to quitting, as many others had, and he was once again called into the village to find another

The choosing ceremony was skipped with him, since it often ended up with him insulting everyone and picking the person who cried the least

So now he just went from workshop to workshop, looking at what people could offer

Your workshop looked the newest, with freshly varnished wood and some construction materials still left on the side of the den you worked out of

It was just you in the workshop, with new bulletin boards already covered in sketches and schematics, and a shelf of ores labelled by size, strength, and purity

Sanemi figured since you were new, you'd take longer to break and give up, so he resigned to Lord Tecchin whom he had picked and challenged you to have it done by the next day

It was an impossible challenge, but that was the point

Even so, the next day you were at his door by the crack of dawn, not one, but two identicle blades ready for him to retrieve

They were perfect, left matte instead of shining, and sharp enough to cut a perfect lien through the most delicate and loose fabric

Sanemi hated to admit it, but he appreciated that you'd at least already prepared him a replacement

When he tried them out for the first time, he finds they last a lot longer, and it takes him several months for a chip to occur in it

Even then, he has a second one, so for the first time in years, he's been away from the village for more than six months

You're not perfect, but you're certainly good, and he's thrilled to see what more you can do with a few more years of practice

Shinobu

When Shinobu first started toying with the idea of wisteria poison as an effective killing method, the hardest part was figuring out how to apply it to a blade

Injection was most effective, but needles were chunky and harder to get into demons campared to something broad like a nichirin blade

So she was reffered to you, and you drafted up several ideas that you felt she might enjoy

Other swordmen felt it was an insult to the dark, to remove the central half of the blade, but it was the easiest way for her to have something light without shortening the blade or thinning it out and risking it snapping

The planning resulted in a very unique blade but an even more unique sheath

Shinobu hadn't asked, but you lined it with a spongy fabric so that she could fill it with the poison and automatically apply itself along the blade

It had a drain, anti-microbial and anti-rusting additions, and a beautiful handpainted pattern along its outside.

The amount of thought you put into it really astonished her, and while she never had issues with the design, Shinobu made sure to have a bi-annual trip to visit you

Along with the many letters she would send with news and treats from the butterfly mansion

Being able to share her experiences with you with other hashira or corps members gives her a sense of pride, especially when she gets to show off something she used to view as a sign of weakness

Authors Note - I have wanted to write this prompt for SO LONG!! Its a lot of characters, so I apologize but I left out Uzio, Kyojuro, and Haganezuka to focus on those I had the most ideas for!

Thank you for requesting, anon!

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noirandchocolate · 11 months ago

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RICE Alzheimer's Research Institute

Terry died on 12 March 2015, having given his PCA a run for its money. Open about his diagnosis, he has helped to unlock the secrecy and stigma that often surrounds dementia. His legion of fans is undoubtedly grateful that despite the inevitable progression of the PCA he was able to fight his ‘embuggerance’ and continue to produce a number of both well-received and well-reviewed books. Terry was also a great example to me in emphasizing how important it is that, in caring for people with any type of dementia, we always look for what people with a condition like PCA can still do, rather than what they can’t: by maximizing what is possible, a person can still live well with dementia for a significant time.

–Professor Roy Jones, Director of RICE (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)

I wanted to post something for the Glorious 25th about the Research Institute for the Care of Older People (RICE) in Bath, where Sir Terry Pratchett received treatment for Post-Cortical Atrophy, the type of Alzheimer’s disease that eventually took his life. From the organization’s website:

RICE established one of the first memory clinic services in the UK in 1987 – a service which has since been widely replicated and is now considered standard and best practice by the NHS. In fact, RICE now runs the NHS Memory Clinic in Bath and North East Somerset on behalf of the local clinical commissioning group and local authority through a sub-contract with HCRG Care Group. To date, we’ve assessed, diagnosed, treated and advised 12,000 people with memory problems and their families in our memory clinic.

Most of RICE’s clinical services and research activities take place in our own purpose built, specialist centre located on the Royal United Hospital site. The building of the RICE Centre was possible as a result of generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations, and members of the public. RICE moved into the ground and first floor of the centre in 2008. Following the success of the DementiaPlus Appeal and further generous donations from major donors, trusts and foundations and members of the public, RICE converted the attic floor in 2019 to create more office space. This has given us access to much needed additional rooms and offices which will enable us to grow and run more services and activities. We’ve worked hard to ensure that the areas of the centre visited by our patients meets their needs and we regularly receive feedback on how much our patients enjoy their visit to our centre.

RICE not only provides clinical services to patients, but also conducts research into aging and dementia, including performing clinical trials for new drug treatments for memory-related diseases and developing other “techniques for diagnosing, managing, treating and understanding dementia and memory changes in older adults.”

Lady Lyn Pratchett is the patron of the organization, and the website includes a page about how people can donate funds or volunteer at the clinic and participate in fundraising events.

SO, if you’d like to help fund Alzheimer’s research on this Glorious 25th of May–or at any time–in honor of the Man in the Hat, take a look!

#terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #discworld #alzheimer's #the glorious 25th of may #signal boosting is appreciated too!#i made this exact post last year too but i'm reposting it rather than reblogging the old one #so that this ends up in the fandom tags again and more people see it

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fight-nights-at-freddys · 7 months ago

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MASTER POST OF PROSHIP RESOURCES!!! <3<3

this is just for links (bc i just have No Way of formatting this properly), so for more in-depth stuffs and credits, head to the google doc, or the carrd !! :3c

Fiction ≠ Reality

Violent media -

Does Media Violence Predict Societal Violence? It Depends on What You Look at and When

Video Game Violence Use Among “Vulnerable” Populations: The Impact of Violent Games on Delinquency and Bullying Among Children with Clinically Elevated Depression or Attention Deficit Symptoms

Extreme metal music and anger processing

On the Morality of Immoral Fiction: Reading Newgate Novels, 1830–1848

How gamers manage aggression: Situating skills in collaborative computer games

Examining desensitization using facial electromyography:Violent videogames, gender, and affective responding

'Bad' video game behavior increases players' moral sensitivity

Fiction and Morality: Investigating the Associations Between Reading Exposure, Empathy, Morality, and Moral Judgment

Comfortably Numb or Just Yet Another Movie? Media Violence Exposure Does Not Reduce Viewer Empathy for Victims of Real Violence Among Primarily Hispanic Viewers

Fantasy Crime: The Criminalisation of Fantasy Material Under Australia's Child Abuse Material Legislation

Being able to distinguish fiction from reality -

Effects of context on judgments concerning the reality status of novel entities

Children’s Causal Learning from Fiction: Assessing the Proximity Between Real and Fictional Worlds

Reality/Fiction Distinction and Fiction/Fiction Distinction during Sentence Comprehension

Reality = Relevance? Insights from Spontaneous Modulations of the Brain’s Default Network when Telling Apart Reality from Fiction

How does the brain tell the real from imagined?

Meeting George Bush versus Meeting Cinderella: The Neural Response When Telling Apart What is Real from What is Fictional in the Context of Our Reality

loli/shota/kodocon -

If I like lolicon, does it mean I’m a pedophile? A therapist’s view

Virtual Child Pornography, Human Trafficking and Japanese Law: Pop Culture, Harm and Legal Restrains

Lolicon: The Reality of ‘Virtual Child Pornography’ in Japan

Report: cartoon paedophilia harmless

‘The Lolicon Guy:’ Some Observations on Researching Unpopular Topics in Japan

Robot Ghosts And Wired Dreams Japanese Science Fiction From Origins To Anime [pg 227-228]

Australia's "child abuse material' legislation, internet regulation and the juridification of the imaginationjuridification of the imagination [pg 14-15]

Multiple Orientations as Animating Misdelivery: Theoretical Considerations on Sexuality Attracted to Nijigen (Two-Dimensional) Objects

Positive Impact on Mental Health

Art therapy -

The effectiveness of art therapy for anxiety in adults: A systematic review of randomised and non-randomised controlled trials

Efficacy of Art Therapy in Individuals With Personality Disorders Cluster B/C: A Randomized Controlled Trial

Effectiveness of Art Therapy With Adult Clients in 2018 - What Progress Has Been Made?

Benefits of Art Therapy in People Diagnosed With Personality Disorders: A Quantitative Survey

The Effectiveness of Art Therapy in the Treatment of Traumatized Adults: A Systematic Review on Art Therapy and Trauma

The clinical effectiveness and current practice of art therapy for trauma

Writing therapy -

Optimizing the perceived benefits and health outcomes of writing about traumatic life events

Expressive writing and post-traumatic stress disorder: Effects on trauma symptoms, mood states, and cortisol reactivity

Focused expressive writing as self-help for stress and trauma

Putting Stress into Words: The Impact of Writing on Physiological, Absentee, and Self-Reported Emotional Well-Being Measures

The writing cure: How expressive writing promotes health and emotional well-being

Effects of Writing About Traumatic Experiences: The Necessity for Narrative Structuring

Scriptotherapy: The effects of writing about traumatic events

Emotional and physical benefits of expressive writing

Emotional and Cognitive Processing in Sexual Assault Survivors' Narratives

Finding happiness in negative emotions: An experimental test of a novel expressive writing paradigm

An everyday activity as treatment for depression: The benefits of expressive writing for people diagnosed with major depressive disorder

Writing about emotional experiences as a therapeutic process

Effects of expressive writing on sexual dysfunction, depression, and PTSD in women with a history of childhood sexual abuse: Results from a randomized clinical trial

Written Emotional Disclosure: Testing Whether Social Disclosure Matters

Written emotional disclosure: A controlled study of the benefits of expressive writing homework in outpatient psychotherapy

Misc -

Emotional disclosure about traumas and its relation to health: Effects of previous disclosure and trauma severity

Treating complex trauma in adolescents: A phase-based integrative approach for play therapists

Emotional expression and physical health: Revising traumatic memories or fostering self-regulation?

Disclosure of Sexual Victimization: The Effects of Pennebaker's Emotional Disclosure Paradigm on Physical and Psychological Distress

Kink/Porn/Fantasies

Sexual fantasies -

A Critical Microethnographic Examination of Power Exchange, Role Idenity and Agency with Black BDSM Practitioners

Women's Rape Fantasies: An Empirical Evaluation of the Major Explanations

History, culture and practice of puppy play

What Exactly Is an Unusual Sexual Fantasy?

The Psychology of Kink: a Survey Study into the Relationships of Trauma and Attachment Style with BDSM Interests

Punishing Sexual Fantasy

Women's Erotic Rape Fantasies

Sexual Fantasy and Adult Attunement: Differentiating Preying from Playing

What Is So Appealing About Being Spanked, Flogged, Dominated, or Restrained? Answers from Practitioners of Sexual Masochism/Submission

Dark Fantasies, Part 1 - With Dr. Ian Kerner

Why Do Women Have Rape Fantasies

The 7 Most Common Sexual Fantasies and What to Do About Them

Sexual Fantasies

Pornography -

The Effects of Exposure to Virtual Child Pornography on Viewer Cognitions and Attitudes Toward Deviant Sexual Behavior

American Identities and Consumption of Japanese Homoerotica

The differentiation between consumers of hentai pornography and human pornography

Pornography Use and Holistic Sexual Functioning: A Systematic Review of Recent Research

Claiming Public Health Crisis to Regulate Sexual Outlets: A Critique of the State of Utah's Declaration on Pornography

Pornography and Sexual Dysfunction: Is There Any Relationship?

Reading and Living Yaoi: Male-Male Fantasy Narratives as Women's Sexual Subculture in Japan

Women's Consumption of Pornograpy: Pleasure, Contestation, and Empowerment

Pornography and Sexual Violence

The Sunny Side of Smut

Other -

Fantasy Sexual Material Use by People with Attractions to Children

Fictosexuality, Fictoromance, and Fictophilia: A Qualitative Study of Love and Desire for Fictional Characters

Exploring the Ownership of Child-Like Sex Dolls

Are Sex and Pornograpy Addiction Valid Disorders? Adding a Leisure Science Perspecive to the Sexological Critique

Littles: Affects and Aesthetics in Sexual Age-Play

An Exploratory Study of a New Kink Activity: "Pup Play"

Jaws Effect

The Jaws Effect: How movie narratives are used to influence policy responses to shark bites in Western Australia

The Shark Attacks That Were the Inspiration for Jaws

The Great White Hope (written by Peter Benchley, writer of Jaws)

The Jaws Myth [not a study BUT is an interesting read and provides some links to articles and studies]

Slenderman Stabbings

Out Came the Girls: Adolescent Girlhood, the Occult, and the Slender Man Phenomenon

Jury in Slender Man case finds Anissa Weier was mentally ill, will not go to prison

2nd teen in 'Slender Man' stabbing case to remain in institutional care for 40 years

Negative effects of online harassment

How stressful is online victimization? Effects of victim's personality and properties of the incident

Prevalence, Psychological Impact, and Coping of Cyberbully Victims Among College Students

Offline Consequences of Online Victimization

The Relative Importance of Online Victimization in Understanding Depression, Delinquency, and Substance Use

Internet trolling and everyday sadism: Parallel effects on pain perception and moral judgement

The MAD Model of Moral Contagion: The Role of Motivation, Attention, and Design in the Spread of Moralized Content Online

Morally Motivated Networked Harassment as Normative Reinforcement

When Online Harassment is Perceived as Justified

Violence on Reddit Support Forums Unique to r/NoFap

"It Makes Me, A Minor, Uncomfortable" Media and Morality in Anti-Shippers' Policing of Online Fandom

#proship #profic #proshippers please interact #pro ship #profiction #anti anti #proship please interact #pro fic #🏁🎸

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clinicse · 9 months ago

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DCİDENTALCLİNİC - DEVASA+ (3)

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jiuxyzx · 2 months ago

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the trauma code 📢

word count: 2,011

genre: medical drama, hint of angst, slight comedy, romance, smau at the end.

⚠️ mentions of blood, organ, operation, doctor!reader, the bridge incident, the situation is heavily inspired by the eps. 3 & 4

☆ i had this in mind for a few days now, oh, and it's not related to the smau i posted before!

“What a lucky day for Doctor Ji—she’s not even answering my calls.” Jang-mi sighed, setting her phone down. You have finally gotten your first day off since becoming a specialist doctor.

Beside her, Jae-won shrugged. “She deserves it. She’s been working nonstop since she started with Doctor Kwon.”

Gyeong-won nodded in agreement. They barely had time to relax before the intercom buzzed with an urgent announcement.

“Code black! Code black! All doctors report to the ER immediately.”

Their half-eaten lunches were forgotten as they sprinted toward the emergency room. The first thing they saw upon arrival was Doctor Baek, already assessing the situation.

“Anus is going to go with me to the scene” Jae-won looked at him puzzled, “Why do i have to go?”

A heavy silence filled the ER. He could already picture Kang-hyuk sighing, then getting annoyed, and he really didn’t want to deal with that, so he quickly added, “Okay then, i’ll bring the emergency supplies”

When the helicopter finally landed, Kang-hyuk pulled Jae-won's hand to get inside after they removed the patient from the helicopter for treatment in the emergency room.

“How's the situation there?” Kang-hyuk asked over the radio.

There was a brief pause before Officer An Jung-heon’s voice crackled through. “Worse than expected. We still haven’t been able to evacuate the people trapped beneath the bridge.”

Kang-hyuk wasted no time dividing their responsibilities. “I’ll triage the critical patients. Jae-won, take the ones I sort out.”

The pilot asks Kang-hyuk whether he wants to land on the bridge or under the bridge. He, of course, answered that the chopper must land under the bridge.

As soon as they touched down, they hurried into action. Officer An Jung-heon was already on-site, guiding ambulances through the narrow access road.

A child’s cry caught Kang-hyuk’s attention. He rushed toward a little girl, kneeling beside her with the emergency kit in hand.

Her wounds were minor, but the fear in her wide eyes told him everything. “You’re going to be okay,” he reassured her gently. “We’ll take you to the hospital soon.”

She clutched his sleeve, her voice trembling. “Please save my brother. He was hugging me when the bus fell.” She's crying, and her words hit him hard in the gut. She was just a child.

Kang-hyuk told her that he and the other doctors and the SAR team would do their best to find her brother.

After getting her to a safer area, he turned back to the wreckage, quickly sorting through the injured. When he found the little girl’s brother, his condition was serious—a stab wound, likely from debris.

He told Jae-won to go into the ambulance with a stab wound– the little girl's brother.

Meanwhile, Kang-hyuk moved toward the bridge, scanning the wreckage. Then, his breath caught.

A car. One that looked exactly like yours.

His pulse pounded as he approached. The other patients had already been treated, but no one had checked inside the vehicle. He yanked the door open.

“Doctor Ji,” His breath hitched, “There's another person here!” The rescue team quickly ran to him, bringing the scoop stretcher.

Kang-hyuk tells them to bring you to the chopper, trying to keep his voice steady.

“What?”

“Bring her to the chopper!” They bring your unconscious body to the chopper, while An Jung-heon also helps by opening the door and standing by inside so they can get you in faster.

They worked quickly, with An Jung-heon helping to secure you inside. Kang-hyuk’s heart slammed against his ribs. Your condition was worsening.

By the time the helicopter reached the hospital, he was praying— praying that he’d be able to save you in time.

[⋆✴︎˚｡⋆]

The helicopter finally landed, and all of them rushed to get you inside the OR. The nurse looked surprised when they first saw you laying weakly on the scoop stretcher.

When they finally made it to the OR, Kang-hyuk told them to call for Jae-won, Jang-mi, and Gyeong-won– luckily, they had already finished their operation.

Kang-hyuk goes outside the room to wash his hands, and Jae-won gets inside with Jang-mi and Gyeong-won to go to their position.

In the OR, chaos reigned.

“Heart rate dropping— it’s too low!” Gyeong-won shouted.

Kang-hyuk rushed to get inside, murmuring your name while wearing his gown hurriedly, hoping that you would hold on for a little longer.

Jae-won’s heart pounded. “She’s in cardiac arrest! Starting CPR!” He climbed onto the bed, pumping your chest. “Stay with us, Doctor Ji.”

“V-fib, get down” Kang-hyuk goes to your side, holding both of the paddles on his hands, putting it on your chest.

“Charge to 200 joules”

“Clear!”

“Shot!” Your body jerked from the defibrillator shock. No response.

“Charge again! 200 joules”

And finally, your heart condition came back to normal, “Give me the heart USG” Jang-mi help Kang-hyuk by bringing the machine close to him, “Patient having a heart rupture, we need to operate her quickly”

“We'll start the operation now. Mess.” Kang-hyuk's hand skillfully cut through your skin using the mess, “suction”

After a while, your heart starts to squirt blood to the outside of the heart, making Kang-hyuk hold your heart in his hand– literally.

“Anus, hold her heart tightly” Jae-won looked surprised, and he stuttered “With hand?”

“Hurry!” Kang-hyuk then asks Jang-mi to give him a surgical glove, who quickly complies with his order.

After he cuts it to match with the rupture, he puts it on the rupture and starts to stich the piece he takes from the glove.

“With this, the patient will hold for 10 minutes at best, so now we're doing reinforcement. Everybody, focus” Everyone in the OR stays still for a while.

“Sutures”

Kang-hyuk carefully resected a piece of the pericardium, placing it over the rupture and stitching it into place while ordering Jae-won to do the same.

“Gangster, take an endoscope” Jang-mi raised her eyebrows, “it's on the old building” she sighs.

“I'll give you 5 minutes, run!” She then ran out of the OR to get the endoscope.

4 hours has passed, they finally done with the last operation for today, and the operation finally came to success. Your bed was transferred to the VIP room.

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“All four trauma patients from the Seongsu Bridge accident have successfully undergone surgery.” Kang-hyuk declared to the reporter with Jae-won beside him.

The reporters murmured something, “Isn't it just three patients? Who is the fourth?” One of them asked.

Both of them sigh before answering the question, “One of our own trauma doctor is having a time off, and unfortunately she's on the accident, she's having a heart rupture and the operation just finished a few minutes ago”

A frenzy of questions erupted.

Kang-hyuk mentions some people that had help him, like Jang-mi, Gyeong-won, and Doctor Han.

"There are many others working tirelessly behind the scenes who deserve recognition for their efforts in helping patients affected by this accident. We hope the trauma center becomes a vital lifeline for those in need and that it receives additional support for medical advancements and technical resources."

[⋆✴︎˚｡⋆]

Why would Baek Kang-hyuk care deeply about you? That's also a question Kang-hyuk tried to avoid sometimes. When he asks that to himself, he can even seem to figure out the answer.

One thing for sure, you've done your way cracking through his heart ever since he first laid eyes on you.

You're practically the sunshine in the gloomy trauma unit room. Your presence can make everyone instantly happy.

Your kind gestures and pretty face make you the definition of beauty inside out.

The first time he sees you, you're doing CPR to one of the trauma patients when the other doesn't seem to move because they are already giving up with the patient's condition.

When he asks you the reason for you to do it, "“I don’t want anyone to suffer the way my mother did. The doctors gave up on her when she still had a chance. When I studied to become a doctor, I realized she could have been saved if they hadn't given up on her."

Your tear prickled in the corner of your eyes, and so he handed you a tissue.

Kang-hyuk swears it's the way you move, the way you talk, the way he can clearly feel the butterflies on his stomach when you are just standing a little too close to him.

The way your eyebrow furrows when you're focusing on something, the way you hold his hand when he didn't get to save a patient while calming words also comes out of your mouth.

All of them make him start to give his piece of his heart little by little to you.

[⋆✴︎˚｡⋆]

You can feel the warmth of a person beside you, holding your hands while his head is dropped to the bed.

“Kang-hyuk,” Your voice is weak, small, but at least he can hear your voice again.

His face etched with worries written all over him, He handed you a glass of water which you drink rather fastly “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Even in the state you're in, you can still laugh at him, Kang-hyuk doesn't understand.

“You look cute when you worry about me like that, and no, I'm not hurt anywhere. Thank you” He shook his head, refusing your thanks.

When he really looks at you, you can see the way his eyes are bloodshot, a sign that he's been crying.

“Don't make me worry about you again” His hand goes straight to brush your hair out of your face, and your cheeks flush at his gesture. The tension between both of you is there but not too thick.

Gyeong-won, Jae-won and Jang-mi– who've been wanting to visit you because they heard you have already woken up, suddenly stop their movement.

They can see the tension, curious about what's going to happen next. They didn't know you've been dating him?

“We'll talk about this later, now you need to rest and eat, what do you want to eat?” He gets his phone from his pocket, opening an online food delivery application on his phone.

He then lets you freely choose the restaurant from his phone, occasionally scolding you when you ask for something out of the box.

There was also a lot of laughter filling up the room when both of you found something funny.

That sweet moment, soon being interrupted by the loud thud from the door of your room, all three members of your team look startled by the scene in front of them.

How could you? Their mother, not by blood; the radiant light of everyone– dating the new moody, cocky, grumpy doctor? And sharing a sweet moment in a hospital bed and in front of their own eyes, no less?

When both of you take a look behind Kang-hyuk, the atmosphere becomes awkward, so you just invite them to sit on the sofa with a small voice, embarrassed by the action you just had with the new head of the trauma center.

“…Would you like to sit down?” you offered weakly.

Luckily though, they didn't bring the topic back to the table and just said that they wanted to have lunch there.

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“So, you and Doctor Baek, huh?” Jang-mi has been teasing you for almost a week now.

Your relationship with Baek Kang-hyuk is not a secret anymore, not only Jang-mi teasing you up until now, but Gyeong-won and Jae-won also giving you nods of disappointment when they saw you and Kang-hyuk together.

“Nurse Jang-mi, you better stop now or I'm going to cut your supplies of instant ramyeon for the rest of your life” A smile plastered on your face, not your usual sweet smile, but one that can be described as a threat even when you're not saying anything.

Jang-mi quickly shut her mouth and pretended to look at the computer on her desk.

Kang-hyuk handles the situation differently. He would just glare at them before flashing that infuriatingly smug smirk of his.

⚕ smau bellow ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ↓

#baek kang hyuk x reader #the trauma code : hoc #the trauma code: heroes on call #baek kang hyuk #cheon jang mi #park gyeong won #yang jae won #jiu writes ⚕

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Prskfacts 2nd anniversary!

Today (March 13th) is the second anniversary of when I started posting trivia! Thank you so much for the support over the last two years, it means a lot and I'm glad people continue to enjoy the blog!

As of today there will be some changes to how this blog is run. Posts will continue to be daily, but most days will be reblogs of old facts instead of new ones (new ones will still be posted sometimes). It has been incredibly hard for me to keep posting daily over the last year and a half and I feel like the quality of trivia has been declining recently as I've been running out of things to post. I don't want that to continue, so I'll be focusing on quality over quantity from now on. Plus, it's been a long time and a lot of people weren't here for the older posts, so they'll be fun to revisit.

I will still be answering asks, but don't expect me to be as regular with this. It will probably continue at the rate it has for the past few months. This is just to give me time to focus on uni and personal life over this blog, which was getting to the point of being like a job for me. I will also be emptying my inbox today because it's got like 800 unanswered asks in it and I need it to be more manageable. Sorry to anyone whose questions I didn't answer, but feel free to send them again (submissions have been put on the queue).

Sorry this is a bit of a downer anniversary post. To reiterate, I'm not fully moving away from prsk or this blog, just reducing my activity. I hope you continue to enjoy prskfacts for the next year!

So in January 2024 I explained what 4kids was to an anon and said this:

and someone said this in the tags:

i decided explaining shadow the hedgehog lore in depth was the funniest way to semi-retire from this blog that wasn't posting "sayonara you weeaboo shits" or posting my shitpost drafts and going radio silent afterwards. so thank you to the person who said that you gave this blog a slightly less unceremonious death. also if ur a new sth fan who got in bc of the movie this might be useful idk i mainly just wanted an excuse to talk about shadow the hedgehog

So 50+ years before the events of peak fiction Sonic Adventure 2, we have Gerald and Maria Robotnik, Eggman's grandfather and cousin respectively. Gerald was a revolutionary scientist/roboticist (and archaeologist, this will be relevant later) and one of the greatest minds of his time, making huge scientific developments with the goal of bringing hope and happiness to humanity. One of his greatest inventions was a space station for scientific research, the Space Colony ARK, which served as his main lab from then on. The construction and operations of the ARK were partially funded by the United Federation (in-universe USA), but primarily funded by GUN (Guardian Units of Nations, the in-universe US military).

So SA2 is an extremely anti-military game. That's going to become apparent from here on out. So, GUN wants weapons in exchange for funding, and they're starting to get annoying about it. Obviously this is not what Gerald wants, so he asks the President of the UF if he can intervene, since the govt is the other source of funding. So the president says he'll do that, but he also sucks and decides to ask Gerald to invent immortality. Gerald hates the idea of this just as much, and shoots it down immediately, not to mention it being an impossible task.

However, back on Earth, Maria gets sick, and is diagnosed with NIDS (neuro-immuno deficiency syndrome (EN) or native immunodeficieny syndrome (JP), either way it's clearly based on AIDS), a terminal illness. Gerald manages to get Maria brought up to the ARK when treatments on Earth are failing so the team up there can do assessments and research treatments. The low gravity on the ARK also helps to keep the illness' effects at a low, for the most part. Maria's family back at Earth isn't exactly happy about all this though (the Robotnik family drama isn't actually too important here I just wanted to talk about it).

So the president keeps pushing for the immortality thing, and Gerald figures he can use this to find a cure for Maria, so decides to go forward with Project: Shadow, named as such because "the concept [of immortality] is as intangible as a shadow". GUN still wants weapons as well, which is where the archaeology thing starts coming into play. So to tie SA2 into its predecessor, there's these robots that look like the god Chaos from SA1. Gerald had researched Chaos in the past, and builds robots based on it to give to GUN.

Okay now we're finally getting closer to actual Shadow stuff. The scientists are using a Chaos Emerald in their research into immortality, and develop Chaos Drives using the Chaos Energy from the emerald. Gerald also supplies GUN with these drives so they can use them as a power source to try and appease them (they still use them 50 years later to power their mechs, GUN robots drop them when destroyed in SA2). The staff test out these drives on a salamander when they feel they're developed enough to be used on living tissue. Some time later, the salamander being used in testing has such rapid cellular growth that it can't survive on its own, and it becomes violent and uncontrollable, prompting Gerald to build it a life support pack and seal it away in the ARK's basement (functionally). This is the Biolizard, the prototype Ultimate Life Form and the final regular boss of SA2 (also one of two characters with a confirmed birthday, that being January 27th).

More Robotnik family drama stuff just bc I feel like mentioning it, you can skip this paragraph. So Maria's been up on the ARK for a while now, enough years that some scientists on the ARK think she was born there, and Gerald isn't making any progress with creating a cure. Some of the scientists are even starting to doubt that Maria is even ill, since her symptoms are invisible most of the time. Also, the rest of the Robotnik family is losing faith in Gerald and it's getting to a point where they want either a cure or for her to be sent home to be with her family. Gerald cannot yet provide a cure, but he also does not want to send Maria home because she will die. See now Gerald has a pretty big ego. He constantly talks about how much of a genius is and has boundless confidence in himself, which only now is being put to the test. He keeps biting off more than he can chew, and it's starting to cost his family.

Here we fucking go. Exactly 50 years prior to the game Shadow the Hegdehog, the Black Comet passes by Earth. This comet it the home of an alien race called the Black Arms, led by this demonic looking alien guy called Black Doom. Gerald makes contact with the comet, and strikes a deal with Doom, who was interested in Gerald's work with the Chaos Emeralds. Black Doom lends his DNA to be used with Project Shadow, and it reacts well with the Chaos energy. See now Doom has this plan to invade Earth next time his comet comes by, and he wants the thing Gerald is making to be able to do that for him essentially. An Ultimate Life Form is pretty appealing when you want to conquer the Earth.

Also fun thing that originates from a 4koma but was brought up for the first time in English in Shadow Generations: Maria is the one who named Shadow. He originally called the project "Project Shadow" out of mockery as mentioned earlier, and also thought the name sounded too dark for the project he was using to help develop a cure to Maria's illness. However Maria said that he should name the hedgehog he created "Shadow", because a shadow shows the way to the light. Maria also designed Shadow's shoes and inhibitor rings to try and reduce the strain his body will be under from the alien DNA and Chaos energy (Gerald's Journal specifically refers to them as mobility and focus aids). Fun fact 3 if you hack the camera during the lab cutscene in Shadow 05 there's multiple failed Shadow prototypes in the room.

So why is Shadow a hedgehog? It's not ever been confirmed, but it is heavily implied that Shadow was based on the Hidden Palace mural from Sonic 3 & Knuckles. This is an ancient prophetic mural that depicts a blue creature glowing gold fighting a robot that has the Master Emerald. It's depicting the true final boss of the game. We know Gerald visited Angel Island and, while it's never mentioned, it's likely that he saw this mural and made Shadow in the blue/gold figure's likeness (which is why Shadow looks like the Adventure-era Super Sonic design specifically).

We're gonna have to go back to the archaeology stuff for a bit. Years before Project Shadow one of Gerald's sons (presumably Maria's dad, since it's stated that the other son is a roboticist and it makes sense for him to be Eggman's dad) discovers this robot built by an ancient civilization while doing some archaeology shit. Gerald finds it in a warehouse some time later while on the ARK. After researching into it more he discovers that this robot is a weapon capable of mimicking the combat and abilities of other people and weapons as well as being reactive to the chaos emeralds. Presumably Gerald puts the robot back into storage because his Journal (the shadow gens one) doesn't mention him again for ages.

So fast forward to Shadow being in-progress. Gerald is researching the robot again and discovers that it is called a Gizoid (he is later given the name Emerl in Sonic Battle). Emerl can establish a "Link" to a person, becoming completely loyal to them, provided they have some sort of power (Gerald shows Emerl a gun). As mentioned, Emerl is a weapon programmed to be very destructive, but currently Gerald has him under his control.

Although, GUN gets demanding again due to still not having results for the immortal super soldiers they wanted. So Gerald hands over Emerl, knowing full well the risk of GUN just giving him something more powerful than the gun Gerald had and developing a Link with them instead. GUN doesn't really give a shit about Emerl though and asks for something else. Gerald uses this as an opportunity to give them a massive, planet-destroying, Death Star-esque laser cannon, called the Eclipse Cannon. Obviously, GUN can never use it, but it's a big powerful weapon and they're the US military so they're happy with it. Its true function is actually for Shadow to use it to blow up the Black Comet when it comes back past Earth in 50 years, because of that whole deal about Shadow being used by Black Doom to conquer Earth. (Gerald does apologise in his journal for kind of actively ruining Shadow's life before he's even been born, but y'know he's kinda on a streak of making bad decisions at this point).

Shadow is finally awakened and quickly becomes incredibly close with Maria, developing a sibling relationship. She tells him about her love for Earth and he takes care of her and looks out for her when she's struggling. Dialogue in Shadow 05 and Shadow Generations suggests that aside from testing and combat training, Shadow was treated like a fairly normal kid. Maria mentions running around the ARK and playing with him, as well as going to school with him (fun fact: Maria says in Shadow Gens that he never handed in any of his homework).

(To get Shadow age discourse out the way: he's physically 15. This is stated in his character bio in the leaked Sonic 06 script, which admittedly is not entirely accurate, but there's also other information to suggest this, such as him having the same height and weight as Sonic (15) and Silver (14) while Knuckles and Espio (both 16) are taller and heavier. And yeah there's some sources that put him as ageless and that script is the only thing to ever give him an actual age and all the character ages were removed from the official bios anyway due to a timeskip between Forces and Frontiers but you get the idea he's physically the same age as Sonic. Also no he did not age while frozen. Go win internet arguments or something)

Gerald also comes to think of Shadow like a son, which is funny because at this point in the Journal he stops referring to Maria's dad as his son. Likely because he and his wife had another child, which reads like they've lost hope in Maria being saved and are starting over. I mean yeah that's very clearly what's going on.

Unfortunately shit starts to go downhill from here. Emerl absorbs enough weapons to make him go out of control and he goes on a destructive rampage across the ARK. He's shut down and Gerald reprograms him with a 'soul' to prevent this from happening again, and a self-destruct function just in case it does. However, the rampage causes those Artifical Chaos robots I mentioned earlier to go out of control as well. Those are taken down as well but an SOS has been sent out to Earth by this point (there were also other general safety concerns bc of the evil demon aliens and. the military blaming other people for things they asked for)

So GUN and the government kinda go "fuck we need to pretend like this isn't out fault" so GUN goes up to space and shuts down the colony. By raiding it and killing almost everyone on board, covering it up by saying there was an accident. Only three ARK residents are known to have survived: Gerald, Shadow, and a kid called Abe (who is the GUN commander in present day). Considering that they spared the only other kid on the ARK, Maria was probably shot because she was with Shadow and was helping him into an escape pod.

Shadow is found and put in cryo and Gerald is arrested by GUN and made to finish his research under supervision. Gerald learns Maria died and goes insane with grief. He becomes immensely hateful towards humanity as a whole and secretly reprograms Shadow's memories to make him think that Maria's final wish was for him to avenge her (by literally destroying the Earth) instead of what it really was, which was to protect the people of Earth. Gerald is then executed by firing squad.

(Additional Robotnik family lore: Takashi Iizuka confirmed not too long ago that Eggman was born after Maria died. Eggman also mentions that he didn't know Maria in one of his unlockable memos in Frontiers, but reveals that her death was felt throughout his childhood. Apparently the attention was never really on him due to everyone always focusing on how great Maria was. Knowing Eggman this may be a slight exaggeration but yeah there's speculation that the Robotnik Family Drama will be relevant at some point since they keep bringing it up in recent materials)

Fast forward 50ish years to SA2. Eggman finds his grandfather's journal from his supervised work while he was being held by GUN and learns about his work on the "Ultimate Life Form" who can destroy things. Eggman wants to conquer the world and he's like yeah I want that so he breaks into the GUN base where Shadow is in cryo. Eggman is also the first person in 50 years to try the password "Maria" to free Shadow (Gerald got to set the password for whatever reason they've rewritten the lore a couple times don't worry about it).

Also Shadow being freed is so funny like you gotta remember he's 15 and an emo bordering on theatre kid and also the last thing he remembers is his sister getting shot and he sees Eggman, probably didn't even clock that it wasn't Gerald for 30 seconds, and is like "I'll grant your wishes bring me the chaos emeralds and meet me on the ARK lol bye" and what he means is "we're gonna blow up the Earth bc the military killed my sister like 3 hours ago as far as i'm concerned" but like he doesn't tell Eggman this so Eggman's just like "fuck yeah let's take over the world". Eggman goes to meet Shadow on the ARK and Shadow explains the Eclipse Cannon and Eggman's like "cool I can use this to threaten Earth until everyone has to submit to me".

Also Rouge is here because she works for GUN as an agent and they want her to investigate Eggman and Shadow. Also GUN is stupid and keeps trying to arrest Sonic because he looks like Shadow and Shadow robbed a museum bc it had an Emerald. They literally have newsreel footage of Shadow and everyone's like "no this is Sonic" (this makes way more sense if you consider that Shadow's original design as when he was being developed as "Terios" was way closer to Sonic's). GUN arrest Sonic twice in this game, and attempt a third time. Sonic escapes police custody twice and evades arrest on the third one. He also says he doesn't like cops this is important. Anyway he and Shadow keep trying to kill each other. Sonic wants to know what the deal is but that doesn't stop him from trying to fight Shadow constantly. Shadow wants to blow up Earth but this also doesn't stop him from fighting Sonic constantly.

Eggman, Rouge and Shadow go to GUN's Prison Island where they send everyone they arrest and then steal the Chaos Emeralds that GUN has and blow up the island. Using the six Emeralds they have, Eggman powers up the Eclipse Cannon and livestreams himself blowing up the moon with it. The Heroes go to the ARK as well and there's some whole drama there but this ain't about them. Eggman gets the seventh Chaos Emerald and puts it into the cannon, which activates Gerald's doomsday plan that Shadow did not tell Eggman about. The ARK sets off on a crash course for Earth so now the Heroes and Eggman and Rouge are trying to turn it off.

Also there was a whole thing where Rouge looks into Project Shadow and all she can find is stuff about the Biolizard so she thinks Shadow is lying or delusional. I mean we know he's telling the truth but back then this was like adding to the mystery. Not that relevant in retrospect. Moving on.

Back to Shadow. His goal is fulfilled and he's kinda just standing there looking out the window as the ARK falls. Amy got left behind when everyone went to go shut down the ARK and she happens to find Shadow and asks what his deal is. She talks about the good of humanity and manages to partially say the exact same thing as Maria said when she put Shadow in the escape pod when she was dying. Shadow remembers Maria's wish for him to give everyone a chance to live and be happy, cries very briefly, and then runs off because he has his real memories back now and needs to fix this shit.

Sonic and Shadow go Super and use Chaos Control to warp the ARK back into orbit and stop the doomsday program. However Shadow isn't accustomed to using a Super form and is weakened (there's this whole thing about Shadow realising that Sonic might be the true Ultimate Life Form if you take long enough on the final boss). Sonic warns him to return back to the ARK but he doesn't, and ends up losing his super form and falling to Earth, presumably dying (Twitter Takeovers are noncanon but #5 says that Sonic tried to save Shadow but Shadow let himself die because otherwise Sonic would've fallen with him and as far as he knew then, died with him. This isn't shown or mentioned in the games but is likely what happened given that Sonic comes back to the ARK afterwards with one of Shadow's inhibitor rings).

Shadow was actually meant to stay dead and SA2 itself was actually pretty vague about what really happened 50 years ago. Pretty much everything I mentioned prior to the SA2 summary was lore introduced in later media (this will be relevant later). But, Shadow ended up becoming the most popular character in the franchise so Sonic Team decided to bring him back for Heroes and write more solid lore for him.

In Heroes, Rouge is stealing some shit from Eggman and finds Shadow in A Tube so she lets him out. He's being guarded by a robot called E-123 Omega, who decides to fight them because he's angry and loves violence and killing things (not a joke). Rouge manages to stop the boys from fighting each other and is like "let's go find Eggman" so they do and also they're called Team Dark now. She wants his treasure, Shadow has amnesia and wants to know who he is and why he's here, and Omega wants to prove to Eggman he's the best robot ever and also kill and destroy things. I dunno why Rouge doesn't think to tell Shadow anything. I assume it's because this was the first third party mainline title and they wanted to keep things simple for new players who hadn't played SA2 which was only available on Dreamcast or Gamecube, neither of which sold well compared to the PS2 or Xbox.

During the story Team Dark finds a Shadow Android, and later, shitloads of them in Eggman's warehouse. Shadow and the others aren't really sure if he's the real Shadow from SA2 or if he's another android who's just gained sentience. At least now Rouge is somewhat justified in not telling him anything since she's not sure if he's real now. Cue Shadow having an identity crisis. This plot carries over to the next game.

Shadow 05 takes place exactly 50 years after Gerald's deal with Black Doom. The Black Comet comes back to Earth and Doom and the rest of the Black Arms start invading and fucking shit up. So Doom wants Shadow to work for him and conquer Earth so he finds his son and asks him to go get the Chaos Emeralds. He also does not tell Shadow that he's his dad he just tells him what to do and leaves him to work it out and Shadow just does this without question because BD clearly knows who he is so he might be able to tell him who he is.

Shadow 05 is infamous for its choose-your-own-adventure story so to quickly list off the noncanon endings he can:

Destroy Earth (Pure Dark/Dark)

Conquer the universe (Pure Dark/Hero)

Side with his dad (Semi Dark/Dark)

Kill Eggman (Semi Dark/Hero)

Decide he's an android and kill Eggman (Neutral/Dark)

Decide he's an android and kill Eggman BUT take over the Eggman Empire and lead and android uprising this time (Neutral/Hero)

Stay on the ARK and become its protector (Semi Hero/Dark)

Have implied suicidal depression (Semi Hero/Hero)

Go insane with power?? idk what's going on (Pure Hero/Dark)

Say he's gonna kill his dad and presumably does it offscreen (Pure Hero/Hero)

The true ending (that doesn't actually lead from any of the previous so who knows how we got here) has Shadow obtain all the Chaos Emeralds and then BD uses them to bring his Comet into Earth's atmosphere so he can start destroying things. BD then loredrops that Shadow was made to help him conquer Earth and he processes this for like a minute then decides to kill BD. BD then loredrops that he's Shadow's dad and Shadow gets really close to crashing out over this one but the Chaotix manage to find an old tape from Gerald just in time and play it for him that helps calm him down a bit and tells him how to kill BD. Also it reminds him of the promise he made to Maria again.

So he goes Super, kills his dad and blows up the Black Comet destroying the entire Black Arms race. Also if you take really really long on this boss fight then Eggman mentions that he found Shadow after he fell to Earth, confirming this is the real Shadow from SA2 and not one of the androids. After BD is killed Shadow seems to have mostly remembered everything and decides to move on from his past and become his own person.

I'm assuming Sonic Battle takes place after Shadow 05 because he knows he was made by Gerald in this game. So Sonic finds Emerl, that Gizoid robot from earlier, and everyone befriends him but is also trying to work out who/what Emerl is. Sonic says that although Emerl is a weapon of mass destruction, he has a heart and he trusts him to not destroy things, just like Shadow. Shadow has a mini crisis over this and is wondering why he has a soul and feelings if he was created as a weapon and Rouge sits him down and tells him that Gerald didn't want him to be a weapon. Shadow still has Feelings about this but that's kinda it here.

06 isn't canon and also barely makes sense but it had good Shadow characterisation. So we're gonna cover this as quickly as possible. So Shadow works for GUN now (for some reason?? it's only in this game whatever) and he and Rouge go to get The Time God of Italy. or half of it. this half of it is Mephiles, who takes the form of Shadow's shadow. Mephiles and Shadow keep fighting during the game and Mephiles taunts him that hundreds of years in the future, humans blame Shadow for the apocalypse (caused by Mephiles. who looks like Shadow. so) and put him in cryo again (oh yeah Shadow's immortal I don't think I ever clarified that but you probably worked it out). Anyway at the end of Shadow's story he says this raw ass line "if the world chooses to become my enemy i will fight like i always have" and then he takes off his inhibitors and blows up Mephiles. But Mephiles doesn't die and then kills Sonic and then fuses with the other half of the Italian Sun slash Time god and then there's the bit where a human girl kisses a dead Sonic and now he's alive again and triple S go super and blow up the Italian Time slash Sun god. Sonic then erases the god from existence and bam 06 isn't canon anymore praise be.

Is anyone still reading this. Why? I'm not even taking this seriously anymore I'm enjoying this way too much.

So allegedly Sonic Prime is canon and it probably takes place somewhere vaguely around here. Sonic Prime actually doesn't fit on the timeline due to ooc and also Cubot and Orbot but it's "after Sonic Advance 3" so it's either before or after 06. Anyway Sonic accidentally breaks spacetime and is now hopping around the multiverse. Shadow is here too so that he has someone to play off of. They're like. Really gay here like there had to be at least one sonadow fan on the writing team why did they do the SA2 falling thing again that's evil. Also there's one line at the end of season 2 iirc that got translated into. actual romantic language in some dubs kinda like the destiel confession adding in the line for Dean in the Spanish dub. does this mean sonadow is destiel 2. i need to start calling buddie destiel 3. Shadow breaks the sound barrier 3 times in the finale to save Sonic's life while bridal carrying him. love wins. Sonic Prime is pretty mid but bonus points for good yaoi 7/10

In terms of the next big Shadow lore game we have Shadow Generations. The Time Eater sends Shadow to the void but manages to send Maria and Gerald there too from a point in time not too long before shit went down on the ARK. Shadow kinda has the worst day of his life in this one. Also Black Doom managed to regrow himself but he's not at full power. He wants to use Shadow as a vessel due to him being the Ultimate Life Form and so activates all of Shadow's alien biology, making him "perfect" so BD can take over his body. In some ways this acts as closure for Shadow since yknow. He's had amnesia TWICE since he knew them and also the Gerald here gets to tell Shadow all the stuff that he'd only heard previously in recordings about the Black Arms. Gerald also finally Apologises to Shadow directly. Shadow gets like really angry at BD but Maria comforts him and tells him to not give into BD and his anger, since he exists to show the way to the light. Shadow kills his dad for a second time. Gerald and Maria are sent back to their time and Shadow tries to stop it and almost has a panic attack (for the second time this game he has one in the prequel) but Maria comforts him again. Shadow cries again and that's the end of the game.

So by the time we get to Sonic Forces he's kinda just doing his own antihero thing and sometimes works with Team Dark. He kills (? at least beats the shit out of) Jackal Squad, a mercenary team that was working for Eggman at the time. He spares the leader and calls him weak and pathetic and leaves. And this GROWN ASS MAN throws a fit over this and decides he has to prove he isn't weak. So he agrees to be a test subject in Eggman's latest experiement with this rock called the Phantom Ruby that has incredibly inconsistent properties but the big one is Virtual Reality (this in itself is presented inconsistently). So Infinite is infused with the power of the Ruby and wears a mask now because his previous weakling face was unsightly or something. He then decides to shut down Omega and torment Shadow (who doesn't remember him) for calling him weak. He then tells Shadow he's gonna go kill Sonic for some reason. And then does (or at least everyone thinks he does). This is all in the prequel DLC. Shadow shows up halfway through the main game to help the heroes and that's about it.

And that's kinda it. There's the IDW comics in terms of what I'd consider major appearances but I'm like 2 years behind on those so idk what Shadow's up to in those now. There was also the July 2021 Sonic Channel story with him that kinda altered my brain chemistry. Not entirely sure when it takes place. Pre-Forces maybe? You can read a TL of it here.

Oh yeah I should clarify on what was said in the 4kids post. So in that I talked about how the dub in avoiding an onscreen character death actually caused Shadow MCD. Sonic X is interesting because it was developed at around the same time as the "Shadow arc" of games in the early 2000s and ends up taking a different approach to the truth of 50 years ago. I haven't watched X fully yet but from what I know about it Maria never knew Shadow. All of that stuff was made up by Gerald and put in Shadow's brain. Like Maria did exist and there's a whole episode where they meet the soldier who shot her but she didn't know Shadow. Iirc it was something to do with the escape pods she sent down being empty thereby implying Shadow was created entirely on Earth post-GUN raid.

Following the game's SA2 adaptation and his later return, Shadow meets a girl called Molly in season 3. She's a fighter on her planet that's at war and mostly destroyed. Iirc she wants to keep fighting, but her friends are growing hopeless and think they're all just gonna die in battle and never get to live. Long story short, at the end of the episode, she sacrifices herself and charges her fighter ship straight at the enemy and is killed when it crashed into the enemy ship. In the series finale, Shadow helps Sonic fight Dark Oak, the main antagonist of the season, and isn't seen again afterwards, presumably having died. However, he shows up during the credits, visiting Molly's grave, confirming he's still alive.

4kids obviously didn't like the child death, so at the end of Molly's episode she ends up just flying away and says she'll come back someday. The scene of her grave is cut from the series finale for obvious reasons, but in turn makes it seems like Shadow died in the previous episode. Good shit.

If you made it here. Good lord. Uh. I love my son he has every disease. He's so cute here I want to throw him at a wall.

Watch Love Live it's really good please just watch it. And then watch LL Sunshine because it's even better.

AND READ PROJECT SEKAI STORIES.

(Also yes this is the longest post on my blog)

#mod talks #this was meant to post at midnight but is posting at 1am for. reasons #dont worry about the readmore

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Saving the Saviour - Part 1

Don't be late

Song for this fic: "Baby" - Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise. (Robbys GOAT song - the only song in the actual TV show. Smooth, needing, melodic in a way that soothes everything. Just so happens the lyrics align with this first part which was a happy accident that I'm stoked with)

My first and maybe my only post. Be kind. I'm not good with the editing, which will become obvious. Fun to write tho.

NSFW. 18+

Warnings: medical jargon because the pitt and I'm a NICU nurse. Premature birth (25 weeks). Near death pregnancy experience mentioned. CPR. Emergency perimortem caesarean. Bit of angst. Mutual pining at first glance. Lots of flirting. $ex. F!ngering. Coffee (not in that order, caffeination before masturbation y'all). Consent (gained x100000 because he's Robby). Fluff I think? She's wordy and a little bit dorky. Hopefully compelling idk

Scene: 3 years prior to current day. Fem reader is a NICU nurse and meets Robby in the ER for a premature delivery. Sparks ignite and the end up having a rootin tooting good time later that night and (spoiler alert) forever.

You'd met Robby in the only way anyone ever meets Robby; trauma. It was three years ago, on a warm tuesday morning in July.

As you sat by the bedside of your tiny NICU patient, expertly responding to their needs with your attention to detail, your phone rang.

"It's Dana, down in the Pitt. We've got a 25 week mom coming in, in cardiac arrest. Covid positive. Setting up for a peri-mortem cesar on arrival. Can you come down? Trauma Bay 2. ETA 7 minutes". Dana sounded not so calm, a contrast to her normal nonchalant, chill AF, work mom voice. ER staff are terrified by newborns, moreso by preemies.

"Be there in 90 seconds, chica", you replied.

"You're a doll". You could hear the relief in her voice as she hung up.

You grabbed a micro-preemie birth pack and the emergency kit, and started sprinting down the corridor to the stairwell. Each floor took just a matter of seconds to descend.

Pushing your way through the glass doors to the emergency room, you made a bee line for Trauma Bay 2. Dana had placed an infant resuscitation cot in the corner and you immediately got to work, propping your equipment strategically and warming the mattress. Donned your PPE. ETA was now 3 minutes, just enough time to draw up doses of adrenaline and saline. You were ready for the baby.

The silence in Trauma Bay 2 was broken but the whoosh of the curtain being drawn. A tall, intimidating man caught your eye as he entered. His presence was commanding.

He started talking while you assessed him, his eyes fixed on you. "NICU?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yep. Set up and ready to rock" you said, with an awkward thumbs up. Why you are the way you are, nobody knows.

You saw a boyish smile in his eyes at your gesture. It caught you by surprise.

"Okay, listen up" he started, as a team of nurses and junior filled the room.

"34 year old woman, 25 weeks pregnant, 3rd baby, 2 prior cesareans. Covid pneumonia at home. Cardiac arrest of unknown cause. She's had 3 rounds of epi and continuous chest compressions for the last 30 minutes. Once she gets in here, if she doesn't have return of spontaneous circulation we will proceed immediately to a peri-mortem caesarean. Santos, tell me the purpose of a Perimortem cesar..."

Dr Santos immediately spoke. "To reduce the physiological burden on the mothers body. Baby's neurological condition is unknown; mom may well return to pre-arrest cognition with proper treatment. Always save mom first. May need a resuscitative hysterectomy if there's..."

The tall doctor cuts her off. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. But yes, if there is unacceptable blood loss, we may".

He paused, looking at you. He gestures over to you leaning against the wall.

"This right here is todays likely hero," he scanned your badge with his brown eyes through rounded frames. "She's NICU and she's going to save this baby. Do not, under any circumstances touch her patient. Do not touch her things. Do not interrupt her. Don't even look at the baby unless she says you can. She CAN and WILL bite you. Right? You bite, right?"

Your cheeks flushed with heat, and you weren't entirely sure why.

"Uh, yes." You searched his badge for a name. Michael Robinavich. "Thankyou Dr Robinavich. Happy to educate as I go but please don't touch. And yes, i bite", you let out half a laugh and rolled your eyes. You're not sure to this day why people are terrified of NICU nurses, but if it makes them leave you alone while you work, you don't question it.

"Call me Dr Robby". That heat in your cheeks again, now felt in your belly.

With his PPE on, you could only tell so much about this man's appearance. Tall. Broad shoulders, a little rounded. Eyes like two pools of dark chocolate. Deep smile lines at the outer edges. Freckles haphazardly spotted his cheek bones. Salt and pepper hair, scruffy but somehow neat. And several days growth to match, ending at the pulse points that you couldn't take your eyes off.

Dana burst into the room, "Incoming!" followed by the patient on a guerney with 2 EMTs - one continuing CPR.

"Right" doctor Robby started. "All hands off. Let's see if we've got circulation."

A tense few seconds passed as the monitor scrolled slowly with no pulse.

Robby cursed, "Fuck. Asystole. Whittaker, compressions. Now! Let's get her hip elevated on the right to reduce the pressure on the aorta. We are now going to start a perimortem cesar." He looked urgently at you, "I'll have baby out in 2 and a half minutes" he said almost inaudibly. You nodded.

Robby made the rushed but precise incisions, one after the other. Whittaker - like a terrified baby deer in the headlights - continued compressions while an unfazed nurse bagged between rounds. ER nurses have seen things. You're terrified of them and in awe of them. The feeling is mutual.

"Waters!" Robby proclaimed. "Clear. No blood. Cancel that Hysterectomy, Santos". Santos looked disappointed. You made a mental note to keep an eye on her if she ever rotated to NICU.

In an instant, the small 1 pound baby was out. You rushed over and slipped the tiny, purple human into a zip lock bag, it's head poking out a hole you had pre-cut at the bottom.

Javadi watched, her curiosity speaking before her sensibility thought better of it. "A plastic bag? What- why?"

"Keeps my lunch fresh and my patients warm." you shrugged. "Won't use this one for my sandwich now though."

Doctor robby let out a laugh behind you, wrist-deep inside the uterus, gently delivering the placenta.

Javadi looked confused and overwhelmed. So you kept working on baby but explained your process.

"See, preemie babies have a high body surface area to mass ratio. They also don't have much brown fat to insulate them. With this bag, there is less insensible water loss and less heat loss. Kind of like a greenhouse for babies!"

"That's... pretty simple and yet amazing!" Javadi said with an excited smile.

Your neonatal resident was already providing breaths to your tiny patient, who (unsurprisingly) hadn't taken one of their own yet. In silence, everyone watched nervously as the tiniest of tubes was slid into baby's airway with precision and ease. "Yellow, we're good for airway", you proclaimed as the carbon dioxide detector glowed to match your plastic gown. "Heart rate 145. Good perfusion. Reflexes present. Dana? Would you let NICU know we will head up shortly?". Dana nodded, she was already on it. Love that woman.

You turned to face the now post-partum woman. Compressions had stopped for a pulse check, and there it was. She was holding her own heart rate. Robby was finishing up her stitches "get her an ICU bed, Dana. Now please". Dana threw her hands in the air with her clipboard, "what am I, the bed bitch?". "Yes!" you and Robby said in sync.

-----

"Boy or girl?" Robby looked you in the eyes, asking about the baby.

"Oh, I hadn't checked. Y'know," you gestured vaguely around the room "had other priorities. $20 bet?" you raised an eyebrow at him and he faltered for a moment before answering. "Coffee on the loser for a week. Boy."

"So? What is it?" he craned his neck over in your direction.

"It's umm" you search through the condensation on the bag to find the answer. "Ha! It's a weeks worth of Vannila lattes at your expense. I like them at 8:30am. Jumbo size. Don't be late, Doc".

Robby chuckled low. A sound that hit your ears just right. "I'm never late, nurse."

You finished setting up your patient for transport to the NICU. Robby had finished the suturing too. You met him at the PPE station unexpectedly, both of your removing your outer layers.

"Contacts?" he asked, looking straight into your eyes.

Confused, you could only muster a 'huh?"

"Your eyes," he grinned, but looked down as he removed his gloves. "Never seen any that blue. They match your scrubs perfectly so I thought, uh -" He struggled to find the words. "I mean. Uh, neverm-"

"Ha! Oh God no, these are heirlooms. All the women in my family have these eyes." you said, pulling your glasses onto your face from your pocket.

"Lucky girl! And the glasses aren't bad either" he said with a wink that devastated your morning.

"Hey..." you started, more serious. "Good job in there. You very much saved that mother and baby. They may never meet you and so they won't be able to thank you. So, I want to. Thankyou. Thanks for giving that mother a daughter, and for giving that baby a mother."

His eyes locked on yours in silence. His face coated in a gentle modesty, his cheeks flushed a little and in an instant he broke the stare, rubbing his neck with one hand gesturing around with the other. "Everyone played an important role, but thankyou".

"Take a compliment, my guy. You saved two lives today, at a minimum. Have a moment for yourself". You gave him a clap on the back as you walked off to take your patient to the NICU.

"DONT BE LATE WITH MY COFFEE! A BETS A BET!" you hollered as you walked away.

"I AM NEVER LATE" he returned loudly. You didn't look back to check, but somehow you knew he was watching.

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Back up in the NICU, your new patient was stable. Better than stable, actually. As was her mama in ICU - you had called to check.

In a blink it was 8:30am. *Where's my coffee*, you laughed to yourself.

"Vanilla latte, number one. 8:30am on the dot". His smooth voice sent a shock to your belly, as you turned to see him leaning against the doorway.

"Now I KNOW damn right you're not bringing hot liquid into the NICU?! Minus two points for OH&S violation. Walk with me". He was stunned and a little wounded, but you couldn't let the rumour mill start by going soft on rules. You grabbed the coffee from his hand and let your team know you were heading on a break. He hurried to meet your strides. You found a quiet garden balcony and sat down on a vacant bench, tapping the empty wood next to you, signalling for Robby to sit.

"You really can't have coffee in the NICU?", he sounded concerned for the staff wellbeing more than anything.

You laughed, "seriously? Full thickness burns on a 1lb baby? How will that go? We're risk averse up here, unlike you cowboys" you gently nudged your shoulder to his, before noticing his empty hands. "You didn't get a coffee?"

"I've had enough hype for today", he said as he leant forward, elbows on his knees and hands rubbing his face.

"Are you alright?" you asked, gently.

"I don't know how you do it" he replied with a sigh.

"Do what?"

"Those tiny babies. Those tiny critical babies. Everything is so delicate and intense. How do you deal with their life, and with their death? It's an art and you're a master of it. But it's terrifying". His words warmed your heart and you let out a soft laugh.

"Sir, you deal with de-gloving, gunshot wounds, and adults who talk back at you. That last one? A solid nope for me. My job is a walk in the park." A moment of silence between you before you added "you did such an incredible job today, I hope you know that" and you sipped your latte with a content smile. Robby smiled kindly at you as he stood up.

"Listen. These lattes. I'm not sure I can hold up my end of the deal"

Your heart sunk, unexpectedly.

"I can't always escape the Pitt, especially at 8:30am. Can we alter the conditions?" And boom, your heart came back into its normal position.

"Hmmm." You thought for a second and noticed his zipped hoody with Pittsburg Penguins hockey team emblem. "How does scotch and watching the hockey at my place sound?"

Silence as he considered what you'd just asked. You suddenly felt very silly.

"I -" He looked around and then at his feet for a second. "Yeah" he paused, and continued, looking back at you, "Sounds good." He smiled. You grabbed your pen and then his arm. Touching his skin hitched your breath. And his. You scribbled your address, and cell number.

*817 West 81st Street. Apartment 6B*

"Puck drops at 9. Dont be late" you said with a wink as you left him speechless and walked back to work. "I told you, I'm never late", he yelled back.

You wanted to look back. You could feel his eyes on you. But you didn't give him the satisfaction. Not yet.

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Robby entered the ER minutes later. "You look... relaxed". Dana said, with a sly look. "Was it the coffee or the NICU nurse?"

Robby looked over his glasses at Dana, warning but playing. "You know I don't drink coffee after 8am".

He carried on through the rest of his shift with nerves in his belly. He'd not felt something like this in a decade. He'd not touched a woman in equally as long. Not since...

His arm still tingled from the pressure of your handwriting. God it felt good when you grabbed him.

Moments of daydreaming were interrupted by the constant stream of trauma cases through the Pitts doors. Trauma for the patients and inevitably for the staff. But it was soon 8pm and Robby hurried his handover to Jack, eager to get home where he would quickly grab a small token for you before heading to your apartment.

8:50pm, your phone buzzes. Unknown number but, you know who it is and you're relieved to hear from him, After worrying all afternoon that he'd pike.

*Hey. It's Michael. I'll be there in 5. Just had to grab something from home :)*

Michael. You did see that on his work ID but he said to call him Robby. You wondered why it was suddenly Michael. The smiley face was cute though.

Three soft knocks, 5 minutes later. He was never late, after all.

You almost raced to the door, opening it to see a weary Robb-... Michael on the other side. "Hi! Come on in. I'll make you a drink!" you said happily as you planted a kiss on his cheek and slipped his backpack off his shoulder, placing it on your kitchen bench. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat when you kissed him. But you gave him little more, not wanting to scare him off.

"Take a load off", you pointed to the couch. But he headed toward you in the kitchen

"I bought you this. It's a pretty good read. I heard all NICU nurses love true crime" he said with a slight laugh.

He handed you a book about the worst mass shooting in Pittsburg history.

"Omg *LOVE* this! That's kind, thankyou! But, why do *YOU* have it?" You cocked one eyebrow and tilted your head. "Do you moonlight as a NICU nurse, Dr Robby?"

He smiled. "Call me Michael. I'm Dr Robby at work but this isn't work. And I got the book because I was involved in the aftermath, a decade ago. I wanted to try and understand it better."

"Did you? Understand it better?" You asked gently.

"Nope". He rubbed the back of his neck and walked to sit on the couch. You followed him closely, handing him a scotch and cola on the rocks.

He took a sip and sighed with his eyes closed, head tilted back. "Nectar of the Gods."

"Nothing but the best" you replied, clinking your glass to his before seating yourself close, but not *TOO* close.

"So how was the rest of your day?" you questioned, very curious but not wanting to pry too much.

"Don't ask" he said, as he rubbed his eyebrows and frowned.

"Okay. Do you want a hug?" you playfully stretched your arms out to him, 2 and a half feet separating you on the couch. He looked over to you, laughed softly but shook his head.

"I'm okay, thanks."

"Shoulder rub? You do look tense?" You shrugged toward him.

He stared gently at you for a moment, slowly nodding.

"Sure. Actually yeah, I could use one".

You swiftly moved to position yourself behind him, sitting on a stool behind the couch, full access to his neck and shoulders.

You placed one hand on each side and gave a firm squeeze before leaning your head close to him and softly murmuring "first ones free. Second will cost ya, Doc". Instantly, goosebumps appeared on his neck. You took that as a win.

"Well, you better make this one good if you want bank, nurse."

You laughed and started kneading into his broad shoulders, sadness pooling inside you at how tense his muscles were.

"You're really tight. When was the last time you stretched?" You said, fairly concerned.

"Oh I don't know, about 2008?" He jested. You laughed and with that, his shoulders dropped a little.

You kept massaging, feeling tiny hard knots beneath the firm surface of his broad shoulders.

"I don't know what they taught you in med school but I definitely took at least 2 anatomy classes and you've only got one back. One neck. You've gotta take care of them!", you kneeded into the space between his shoulder blades.

"Mmmhmm" he responded, you could see he was blissing out a bit now.

You stopped momentarily to grab the remote and turn the game on. But Michael kept his eyes closed when you continued to release the literal decade of tension.

"Feeling okay down there, sport?" You asked, unsure if he was dozing off.

"More than okay. Just on the quiet, I am actually really enjoying it. Don't tell anyone though, I've gotta keep my rough and tough reputation", he quipped.

"Oh that's cute. But you'll be the one telling everyone once I'm done with you. Hold onto your butt because this next move is a doozy!"

You moved your hands to his scalp, running firm pressure with splayed fingers from his crown down to his temples. He involuntarily groaned low. "Rough and tough huh?" You let out a breathy laugh as he relished in the sensations he was feeling. After a couple of minutes, you were feeling such deep satisfaction at how your touch was relaxing him. Your eyes caught his hands moving, as he reached for a pillow and placed it on his lap without a word.

Laughter erupted from you and he flinched. "I am SO sorry", you said, still laughing.

Michael leaned forward and put his head in his hands, shaking it side to side. He was flushed but gently laughing too.

You moved to the couch, again 2 and a half feet from Michael. You curled your legs in front of your body, facing him with a smirk on your face. "How was that first freebie then?" And you both burst into laughter for a long enough that your cheeks hurt and your eyes started to water.

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You were 15 minutes into the game when Michael cleared his throat.

"I -" he started talking but couldn't quite find the words. After a moment "where did you learn that?"

You shrugged. "the massage? I didn't. But human touch is really important for our nervous system to... de-stress I guess. It grounds us and helps us feel secure. Actually THAT part I learned from NICU. The little babes love feeling secure with gentle but firm touch. It's fantastic for their neuro development and even has cardiovascular benefits. Theres studies on it..." You trailed off.

"Thankyou" he said, his eyes soft and with so much appreciation. "Also, I wanted to thank you for today as well. I saw how you passed on your knowledge. You did a great job. Hell, I've learnt from you *TWICE* today. So. Thanks". His smile was sincere and so endearing.

"You're welcome", you leant forward and placed a palm on his bicep, touching him for just long enough that he looked briefly at your hand, and then desperately back into your eyes.

You egdged closer to him, the cool spot on the leather couch between you now changing with your warmth. His eyes never left yours, but yours were darting between his lips, his freckles and that god-like Beard that framed his jaw so perfectly. This man was it. You found his beautiful eyes again and saw something unsure in them.

"Is this too much?" You ask, a little scared of his response, and only 2 inches from his face.

"I - it's - ". He sighed and looked down to his hands. "It's been a... it's been a very long time and I -"

"Hey". You stopped him. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything. I'm so fine with sitting her with our drinks watching the game, if you don't want -"

He stopped you, with a hand on yours. "I do. I do want this. I've wanted this since 8:30am. It's all I've thought about actually - you're quite distracting you know" he laughed softly. "I'm just. I don't want to disappoint you. It's been so long and -"

You cupped your hand to his cheek and gently bought your lips to his for the slightest of contact. "It's fine. You set the pace. We can do nothing or we can do everything, or we can do something in between. I just like being around you. You're fun and interesting and mysterious, and also moderately to severely distracting, yada yada yada". He laughed, pulling your attention to those deep smile lines framing his eyes. You wondered what lengths you'd go to, to see his eyes smile like that. Heat filled your cheeks.

A few moments passed, just looking into each other's eyes. His brain and his heart having a silent conversation behind the scenes. They must have come to an agreement because he gently placed his hand behind your head and pulled you in for a deep, gentle kiss. You melted in his grip, taking in every part of this experience. His scent, the way he was so measured and precise with every touch and every movement. He leaned toward you and with his other hand behind the small of your back, he hitched you onto his lap, facing him, straddling him. You kissed him a while longer. He was so respectful yet so urgent in how his lips claimed yours. Your hands tangled through his hair, pulling him closer even though no more room existed between you.

Breathless, you both stopped for a moment for air.

Suddenly you were aware of how you were dressed. An oversized band t-shirt, gym shorts and long white socks. Hair in a messy bun, high on your head but lopsided from his hands loosening it.

Michael was still in his scrubs, with his hoody over the top. You looked down at your clothing, and then at his.

"What is it?" He asked, unsure of himself.

You let out a small laugh. "We only met today. You're here in your scrubs and I'm here in my housework clothes. It feels like weve known each other a lot longer right?"

"This is how you dress for cleaning?" He gave your ass a tight squeeze which make you lightly squeal with delight. "Lucky house!" And he pulled you in for another round of kissing. Your hands explored his chest this time. You unzipped his hoody to give you more access.

"We can ditch the clothes all together if you like?" You offered, voice sultry.

"If that's what you want, I want it too", he said into your neck, his breath warm and his beard grazing your pulse points with the peppering of kisses.

You pushed his hoodie off and wrapped your arms around his neck. He must have got the memo because in one swift action he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up with him as he stood from the couch.

"Bedroom?" He questioned as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

"Hallway. On right. Second room" you replied, between kisses.

Like a man called to duty, he strode down the hall to find your bedroom, smiling warmly at how comfortable and cosy it looked from the threshold. He carried you to the bed where he laid you back ever so gently, holding your head, looking in your eyes for any hint that it was still okay to keep going.

"Kiss me?" You questioned him, but almost rhetorically as he answered immediately with his lips meeting yours as your ankles crossed behind his waist.

The sound of the TV in the living room melted away as your senses were overwhelmed by everything happening in your bedroom. His scent, masculine and earthy. His breath warmly coating anywhere blessed to have it near. The weight of his strong body on your pelvis, and the gentle rhythmic rocking against you; a heated reflex neither of you had control of. He rolled slightly to the side, his hand finding them hem of your tshirt. You approved access to your skin with a light wimper into his ear as he peppered your neck with soft kisses. His beard scraping along the lines of your neck was intensifying the glow burning in your belly. Your hips instinctively bucking up to close the space between your core and his now bulging manhood.

So gentle and yet so electrifying, his hand ghosted up your torso, thumbs stroking your ribs until he was met with the obstacle of your bra. His hand firmly grabbed your breast and you hummed at the feeling.

His breathing became heavy, but still measured and still in total control of himself.

He lifted his head, lips meeting yours briefly before pulling back. Something unspoken in his eyes, a guarded uncertainty wrapped in insecurity. This man will ruin you, you thought to yourself. In the most delicious way.

"Everything okay?" You asked, stroking his temple with your thumb.

He paused, gained courage and just said it, his forehead pressed against yours. "I need to know what you like. What works. I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn't. I have to do this right." You're weak for this man by this point. Entirely gone. But you can't show it yet. You craved him needing you, chasing you, wanting you.

"Michael," You started, speaking gently. "Yknow what? Give me your hand." He looks at you confused but you grab his hand, kiss the back of it, and glide it down to your waistband. And under. And between. You were soaked, and he could literally *feel* it. "You're doing great, it - this - feels amazing, see?".

His face softened, encouraged but hungrier now. You then grabbed at his bulge. It twitches in you hand and he catches his breath. "So get out of your head, and get inside me..." you whispered, needing him.

And that pep talk was all he needed. His fingers slowly parted you, his mouth on yours with excruciating heat. His thumb found your clit expertly, light pressure and slow circles and the coil started to tighten. One finger, gently in, and painfully slow out, as it curled to hit the spot just right.

You hummed into his kiss. "That feels so good". A few repeats and he inserted a second finger, eliciting a moan from you as your body electrified with his touch. He picked up the pace in response to your cues; your hips pushing into his hand and your breathing pattern becoming erratic. Your body was on fire in the most exhilarating way and it was only getting better. Hotter. Stronger.

"Mmmm. Keep going". He let out an appreciative groan at your request, increasing the tempo and applying just enough pressure to your bundle that you started seeing stars.

"Michael!" His name on your lips in that moment of heat made him desperate to see you unravel at his touch.

He finally spoke. *Finally*. His low, gruff voice in your ear. His breath hot against you. "Mmm come on, baby. Let go."

Your walls clenched around his large fingers and shuddered over and over, bringing your entire body along for the ride as you climaxed onto him. He maintained a little less pressure on your clit and soothed you through the aftershocks with kisses and his own groans at watching you come undone.

When you opened your eyes, he was looking at your in a way you'd never felt before. Adoringly. A broken man finding solace in the warmth of you. Your heart skipped, maybe it even stopped for a short while, you couldn't tell and it didn't matter because nothing else existed in that moment but his eyes on you. Totally, 100% gone for this man.

You were both silent. Nothing needed to be said right then. You gently pushed his shoulder so that he flipped onto his back, and you straddled him. You grabbed a fist full of his scrubs and pulled him up to meet your face, his hands briefly holding onto your waist as he kissed you. Gently pushing him away, you pulled his scrub top off, revealing the skin you'd so desperately needed to touch. He returned the favour, silently and gently removing your tshirt. Michael unclipped your bra with ease, discarding it to the floor but his eyes never left yours. You grabbed his hands and rested them on your breasts, giving him permission to explore.

His eyes closed gently as he cupped and grazed one breast in his hands, silently banking the sensation of your soft skin into his memory. He took the other nipple into his mouth, letting out a satisfied grunt at the breech. He flicked it with his tongue and it ignited you again as your hips started to grind him; he was rewarded with a slight yell when his teeth grazed over the bud. He opened his eyes to look up at you. He needed you to come again. He needed you, period.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he flipped you swiftly but incredibly gently onto your back. Your shorts and panties were off in an instant, this man was not wasting time. You silently helped him out of his own, and you were greeted by his throbbing, desperate cock.

You grasped it in your hand, giving him three welcoming strokes before he had to stop you. "That feels good. Too good right now. I need just one more from you, okay?". You nodded through your lashes. "Good girl" he kissed your lips and lined himself up at your entrance. He closed his eyes, almost as if he was dissociating, and pushed gently into you. You gasped at the sudden fullness. He gave you a moment to adjust to his tip. "You good?" You offered a trembled 'uhhuh' in response and he took that as his green light. It took a full minute for you to accept all of him, and it felt incredible. You ghosted your hands up his spine and tangled your fingers in his hair. He let out a stifled moan, clearly trying to hold himself back. He pulled out slowly, hitting the spot that makes you giddy on the way out. And pushed back in again, his breath hitching in his throat.

He steadied himself again, trying to hold back. "You feel -" he said, almost in prayer, "fucking incredible -" and paused once more, "I don't know if I can -".

You stopped him with a hush, stretched to peak pleasure around him. One of your hands found its way down to your bundle and he watched intently under the dim light cast upon you from the hallway. Watching you writhe beneath him by your own hand while he was inside you, ignited something primal in the man and his focus had never been more intense. He placed one hand behind your neck to tether you, and lifted his body with the other so he could watch you; taking in the sight like it was now his Roman Empire.

He pushed you deep into the mattress with controlled precision and power, beads of sweat forming at his temple and an increasingly strained but glorious look on his face. He buried his head into your neck, picking up the tempo. You moaned and gasped in rhythm with his hips; he let out a handful of expletives in response.

Your fingers working lazily at your core, doing very little because this main was absolutely claiming you on his own. But he was enjoying what you were doing, and you wanted to please him.

Your brain was about to shut down with the snapping of your coil and you warned him "Michael -". The sound of his name on your lips, rewarded with sudden, ragged breathing. You felt him start to twitch at the same time your walls started to clench. "Michael! Oh my God I'm- ". He spilled bare into your heat and rocked you with steady and strong thrusts as you rode out the orgasm together, his head buried in your neck.

He stayed there, catching his breath while your exhausted body relaxed into the mattress. His weight on top of you was grounding, providing a security you didn't know you needed. And now you wanted it forever.

After some time, his head lifted to meet you with a gentle and thankful kiss. He rolled onto his back and you scooted off to the toilet. You turned to look at him this time, rewarding him with a smirk as you catch him staring at your ass. He had one hand behind his head, a content smile and looked absolutely wrecked.

You climbed back into bed and curled into his shoulder, his arm instinctively around your waist, tracing soft lines along your stomach.

"You working tomorrow?" He asked.

"No. 4 off. You?" You nuzzled into his beard and noticed just how incredible he smells.

"4 off too." He said quietly.

After just a minute, you got the courage to ask, "stay?".

His hand stilled on your stomach and he looked down at you looking up at him.

"If that's what you want, I want it too"

Your heart filled with a warmth you didn't know was possible. You were absolutely gone. This is him. This is the guy.

He interrupted your daydreaming with "but I've gotta get up early tomorrow. And the next three days".

You looked at him, puzzled and curious.

He smiled. "Jumbo Vanilla latte. 8:30am sharp."

You kissed him and smiled. "Don't be late"

"I'm never late." as he kissed you back, eyes heavy with contentedness and something deeper, too.

You fell into the most blissful slumber; your last recollection being the circles drawn on your stomach with his fingers. It was only once you fell asleep, that he allowed sleep to find him too. You were his. And he was healing. Better late than never.

#the pitt #dr robby #dr robinavitch #smut #noah wyle #michael robinavitch

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