#i need to be medicated i think it would help

[witherby]

I wonder what mouse would think of an injured Kon being taken back to the bat cave after being beaten by kryptonite, like a pt 2 of meet the family lol, would they put everyone in a pocket dimension or would they take Kon into a pocket dimension?

-🔱

Yeah, we can explore the follow-up to this scenario for sure. 😏

Littlest Wayne: Meet the Family, pt. 2

Part 1 is Here!

Masterlist is Here!

Your brother is acting weird. When you try to go down to the Cave to greet the boys after patrol, Jason hooks his arm under your legs and tucks you into his side, like when you were a child pretending to be a football, and takes you back upstairs. You squirm and wriggle to no avail, throwing your arms up incredulously.

"Jay!? Hello!?" You cry.

"Hey," he says, nonchalant as ever. He waltzes into the living room and deposits you on the plush, cream couch, sinking down on the other end and draping his legs across your lap like a seatbelt. "Dick's detoxing from Fear Gas. Can't go down there or he might mistake you for a goon and swing."

You frown. "Scarecrow was out? There wasn't the usual alert."

"He wasn't a threat long enough to warrant one," Jason shrugs. "Stumbled upon one of his labs while we were chasin' a different lead and took him out. Managed to dose Dick but Tim, Dami and I are fine."

"Oh. Okay. Does he need anything?"

Jason gives you a fond smile. "Nothing our civvie-sib needs to worry about. Let your big, mighty heroes fix it."

"I don't think shooting people makes you a hero, Jay."

"Alright, then let your favorite vigilantes fix it."

"Hmm, dunno. I think Green Arrow is my favorite vigilante."

"Take that back right now."

You lift an eyebrow. "I will not."

Jason gasps and lightly kicks you with his boot. You flick him in the ankle. He reaches over and flicks your ear. You stick your finger in your mouth and then jam it in his ear. He yelps and climbs off the couch to get away from you.

"Dammit, Mousey, that's gross!"

"So is sticking your dirty boots in my lap fresh off a patrol! These pants are expensive and your feet smell like the Gotham sewer system." You stand up and pointedly brush dirt off your thighs.

"Okay, alright! Point taken. Truce?"

You sigh and bump your fist against his, smiling despite your irritation. "I'm going to shower and sleep, then. D'you need anything?"

Jason shakes his head. He ruffles your hair as you walk past him and you use your shadows to trip him as he walks towards the kitchen. He hits the ground with a cry and swears after you, and you grin as you run up the stairs.

Once safe in the confines of your bedroom, you turn on the shower in the ensuite and lock the door, then slip into the darkness and sink down to the cave to investigate the real reason he didn't want you down there. Because Jason lied when he told you about Scarecrow.

You don't think he knows about this particular tell, but he always shrugs his right shoulder when he's lying and the left when he's being honest. Any normal person wouldn't have picked up on that, but as you descend into the Batcave, you recognize that you didn't grow up in a normal family. Getting anybody to admit to anything in this house, even the inconsequential shit like a slight cough, is like pulling teeth, so you've had to learn to read their body language over the years to glean the info you want.

As the darkness guides you along, helping you identify objects (the computer, the batmobile, the display cases for old suits) and people, (Dick, Tim, and Damian, all of whom are noticeably free from the influence of Fear Toxin), you also glean the thing they didn't want you to find.

Rather, the person.

"Were you planning on getting this done sometime in the next week?" Damian complains. Dick hip-checks him since his hands are too busy tweezing shards of Kryptonite out of Conner's prone body, bent over him as they crowd around the medical bed.

"Listen, shut up, listen," Dick stammers, like he usually does when something is his fault. You make a note of that while your shadow blends in with the walls. "I'm almost done. Then we can go put him in Superman's little UV sun room, let him heal up there, and put him back in Metropolis. It's fine! He'll be out of here before B ever knew he was in Gotham."

"Um." Tim, who's sitting on the counter across the room, holds up his phone. "B accessed the footage. He told me he's on his way back."

Damian, your unflappable youngest brother with a glare sharp enough to cut diamond, suddenly looks nervous.

"This may have been poor planning on our end."

"No!" Dick cries, hands shaking as he pulls more Kryptonite out of Conner's skin. "The plan was to knock some sense into the kid that thought he could sneak into our baby sibling's bedroom in the middle of the night, okay? And we did that! Plan succeeded! We got a little overzealous! It's fine, everything is fine!"

Damian and Tim look at Dick, then at the escrima sticks lying on the medical tray with the extracted Kryptonite, then at each other. You watch their expressions shift and the two of them nod at the same time.

"Everything's fine," Tim echoes calmly, then hops down and dashes for the door.

"You've got this," Damian agrees, quickly following suit.

Dick wilts like a flower as he watches them leave. "Abandoners! Traitors!! Assholes!!!"

You're inclined to agree. Clearly all of them had something to do with this, they just didn't want to get yelled at by Bruce. Conner groans weakly on the table and recaptures your attention, shifting onto his side. Dick presses a hand to his shoulder to keep him still, looking truly repentant.

"Shh," he says, "two more shards, okay? Let me pull those out and then we'll get you fixed up, kid."

"Hurts..." Conner grunts, returning to consciousness with a hiss of air through his teeth. "Pain sucks..."

"You've never gotten hurt before?" Dick asks. He looks like the guilt is going to pull him to the ground, all hunched over the cot with his tweezers like Quasimodo. He plucks out the last shards and deposits them on the medical cart beside him, then pushes it far enough away from Conner that it shouldn't bother him anymore.

"No," Conner mutters. He cracks an eye open and glares at Dick over his shoulder. "So thanks for that, Nightwing... Or would you prefer Dick Grayson?"

Dick chews the inside of his cheek, expressionless despite the panic you know he's feeling. He's bearing most of his weight on the balls of his feet, body instinctively poised to run from problematic situations like the train wreck of a conversation before him.

"Um. Who's that?"

You almost snort from your hiding spot. Conner levels him with a flat look and pushes himself into an upright position with a grunt. His arms tremble from the strain and Dick quickly steadies him with an arm around his waist. His thumb brushes against one of the tears in Conner's suit, a visual reminder of the damage he caused even though the wounds have closed.

"Even without being told ahead of time, it's not hard to put together: The person I rescued from the conservatory fire," Conner says, staring right at Dick, "was a Wayne. It's their room I entered later that night to see if they were okay and introduce myself. So, unless there's another Wayne out there with four older brothers who came to Metropolis, beat me, and dragged me back to Gotham in the world's worst version of the Shovel Talk, you're Dick Grayson. By that logic, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood are Damian, Tim, and Jason."

He brushes Dick's arm away and gets to his feet, leaning on the cot to support himself. The splatters of blood left behind highlight the tenseness of the conversation. He gestures to it with a sneer.

"And you wouldn't have swung so hard if it wasn't personal. My suit is ruined."

Dick swears under his breath, running his fingers through his hair.

"I — yes, okay, you got us. You gotta keep that a secret, though. Understand? A lot of shit would go sideways if the wrong people found out our identities."

Conner turns and shuffles towards the door of the medical bay. Dick blocks the exit and looks at him, panicking under the domino mask.

"I'm serious," he says. "You can't tell anyone. Does Lex know already? Did you reveal that information to someone else?"

"Great questions. Should've thought about that," Conner says, nudging Dick effortlessly out of the way now that the kryptonite is out of his system, "before you came to my city, insulted my character, attacked, and kidnapped me."

"Yes, we should've!"

Your shadow blends seamlessly into Dick's as he gets up and hurries after Conner. He doesn't appear to be strong enough to fly away yet, but the pale blue of his iris is quickly turning red. His strength is returning while his patience wanes, mentally checked out of this pseudo-interrogation.

"Look, Superkid —"

"Superman!"

Dick flashes his palms in surrender as those eyes snap to him. "Sure. Superman. Don't think that's gonna last in the long-term, though; we've already got one of those. People are gonna get confused."

"Not when he steps down and acknowledges me as his superior."

"I — okay, whoa, let's put a pin in that because we absolutely have to discuss that later — listen, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry we jumped you like that and didn't give you the chance to talk it out. But you gotta understand how dangerous that was for our sibling."

"You think I was going to hurt them?" Conner asks, gritting his teeth. His fists clench at his sides and Dick takes a large step back. His stance widens and he ducks his head a little, de-escalating the situation as quickly as possible while still poised to defend himself if necessary.

"We don't know what you were going to do. That's the point. No one knows who you are or what you want." Dick gestures between himself and Conner emphatically, shaking his head as your name is mentioned. "They're not a vigilante like us. They're just a civilian. And while they're far from helpless, they are my baby sibling. Some stranger nobody has information about took an interest in them specifically, found their home, and snuck into their bedroom through the window in the middle of the night. The only reason we even know that is because they told us about it the next morning."

Dick peels the domino mask off his face and gives Conner an exhausted frown, pleading with him to see reason.

"That was terrifying to hear about. In a house full of detectives, nobody knew you were there. You could have hurt them. You could have taken them. You could have done any number of terrible things to my family, and we would've been none the wiser. Do you realize how inherently threatening that is, kid? Regardless of your intentions, all we knew was what you did, hours after the fact."

Conner turns his head away and crosses his arms. The red fades from his eyes along with the majority of his ire.

"I get it," he says. "Sorry for scaring you, but you can rest assured I mean them no harm."

"Great. I believe you," Dick says. "But you can't do that again. Sneaking into the Manor unannounced like that is the fastest way to get B to beat your ass."

"Tch. Like father, like son."

Dick grimaces. "I— well. Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I heard you the first time." Conner's posture straightens up and his feet leave the floor, recovered enough to use most of his powers again. "I'm gonna go now —"

"Wait!" Dick snatches his ankle. Conner stops and glares.

"Ugh. What!"

"I'm also extremely serious about the identity thing. You need to keep that to yourself. How do I know you aren't gonna run back to Luthor and immediately spill our secrets?"

The boy tilts his head, considering. Dick's grip gets tighter despite the futility of it. All the Kryptonite he could've used to subdue him, to keep him from leaving the Cave while they hash this out, is lying in a medical cart several yards out of reach. In their current positions, he's no more a hindrance than a gentle breeze.

"You don't... Unless you offer me something."

Dick's expression hardens and he clenches his jaw, no doubt already running a dozen calculations through his brain. "What do you want? Money? Territory?"

"Visitation."

You watch your brother falter. Your confusion echoes his. "What?"

Conner gently kicks his leg. Dick releases him, and the boy floats back down to the ground. Despite being almost half a foot shorter than your brother, his presence is large. Just like Uncle Clark's. His expression is no-nonsense and his hands slide into the pockets of his leather jacket. He's looking at Dick like a man that knows he's got the game stacked in his favor. Dick's looking at Conner like he's gauging how much time he's got before a bomb goes off.

"I want your sibling."

And

wasn't that just

the worst fucking way to answer that question.

Your hold on Dick's shadow slips away in your shock. You sink fully back into the void before you can find out how your brother reacts to Conner's declaration. You aren't sure you want to know.

You re-emerge in your bathroom, gasping in the steam from the abandoned shower you were pretending to take and hastily turning the knobs off. The heat in the room is nothing compared to the burning in your cheeks.

"What," you sputter, aloud, alone, and incredulous, "the fuck does that mean!!"

[maddiee-line]

Oh my…it’s already been 6 months since I had FFS. I think it’s time for “that” post. The before and after results. This is a long one…

In late October 2024 I had Facial Feminization Surgery. I’ve tried to be transparent (ha) here that I’ve had this surgery. Unfortunately, the reality is that many of us may need to get procedures like this to feel comfortable with our bodies. Is it necessary for everyone? No, you can transition to whatever makes YOU comfortable and at peace with your body. For me, FFS is what I needed to help me achieve that. I worked really really hard to get this surgery and I want to share my experience.

So as a background, I began medically transitioning at 31, and inherited my family’s very masculine facial structures. AMAB or AFAB, most in my blood family have strong masculine features and hormonal imbalances. Longterm T exposure didn’t help me at all either. Looking back at old pictures before my FFS is really hard now. It’s hard to believe that is ME.

I feel it is important to share the magic that FFS can accomplish. E is amazing but it can’t change bones all that much. I believe it is really important to compare our changes with everything over time in our journeys. Many of these photos before FFS were during my first year medically transitioning. No matter what hairstyles or makeup techniques I tried, nothing could hide the insecurities that FFS would eventually take away. For a while I tried to convince myself I didn’t need surgeries…but I knew I’d never be happy without it. I jumped at the opportunity to get it when I found out my insurance covered it.

Then came October. It was a brutal recovery. I have a very low tolerance to pain. However, I never felt any of this was impossible and I was very much supported by my doctors. The recovery was challenging for other reasons too. It limited my ability to eat for a bit and I was really uncomfortable for a couple weeks. I had a constant feeling of disorientation during the first week as my vision is pretty bad and without being able to put my contacts in I was practically blind. The nausea also was debilitating at times. This isn’t what happens to everyone but this is what experienced.

My jaw was also severely limited. It was mostly because of the inside the mouth incision to contour the chin and jaw. I could barely open my mouth. By the end of November I could eat sushi by squishing it with a spoon. By late December I could eat small sandwiches and most of my mobility returned. The swelling also took a while to go down. I’d say by February, four months later, I felt that most of the swelling had disappeared or was on its way out. Today, some swelling remains in my chin and my nose.

The liberation and freedom of expression FFS gave to a face like mine has been truly life saving. My style has changed rather dramatically. My brows are now lifted and I no longer make them higher, in fact I just keep them clean, thin them a little, and highlight in tinted gel and maybe add a little red to them. I also can finally do eye shadow, which is was one of my most anticipated aspects of this surgery. I also just feel liberated from my parents. I had a really rough upbringing and no longer being defined by my father’s forehead or my mother’s chin brings me so much peace.

Not pictured is my presence. I’ve heard countless people tell me that I’m happier, more comfortable, and more outgoing than I was before my surgery. I used to calculate my every move so people wouldn’t see my brow bone or an unflattering masculine angle. I don’t worry at all about that anymore. I truly am free. I am just me regardless of the angle. People see this in public too. I’m consistently given the male gaze or they try to make conversation with me. I catch women looking at my hair and outfits all the time. I pass very well.

So now I sit here at six months. And I’m absolutely thrilled with my results. If you are on the fence, and it’s accessible to you, I highly recommend to get FFS if it will help you achieve greater peace and comfort with your mind and body. I went to a surgeon in NYC, and would be happy to share the details if you’d like. I also would be able to answer questions about the whole process of getting and recovering from FFS. I hope this has been helpful to you!

This is my 6 month result:

[therealmilfdennys]

https://www.tumblr.com/therealmilfdennys/781579452459204608/ive-been-infected-with-pope-brain-worms-i?source=share

This but he realizes you dont see him the same as everyone else when your complaining about a coworker and he causally is like "so you want me to beat him"

"What"

"Rough him up send message however you wanna say it"

"All he did was steal my pen?"

"👁👁"

"No I dont"

oh my GOD you're so right he absolutely would do some shit like that. anybody who decides to be shitty to you is his Enemy just on principle.

CW: Uhhh blood, canon typical violence, stalking mention, Pope is a warning in and of himself, mention of harassment(sort of?), Denny trying to wax poetic again.

You aren’t even complaining to Pope at the start, really. He’s sitting, quiet and stiff, staring blankly at the TV’s black screen in Smurf’s living room while you stitch up Craig’s shoulder nearby. You’re telling Craig and Baz about this nurse at the clinic—a real piece of work, from the sound of it. 

“He acts like I don’t literally have a medical degree,” You’re saying, lighthearted, but Andrew can tell it’s forced from the way your mouth is twisted into a tight smile. “He’s always leaning over my shoulder, making sure my stitches are done right and man-splaining how to splint an arm properly. Like I don’t already know how.” You chatter on, mild complaints really. You know Craig and Baz don’t really care, but the chatter keeps Craig mostly calm when he’s in pain. Pope is hanging off every word, though, feeling his pulse spike with every complaint from your pretty mouth. You shouldn’t have to deal with that, he thinks. You’re competent, and intelligent, and this coworker guy of yours needs to back the fuck off. “He also asked me out like, four times last week,” You’re saying then, and Pope turns his head, eyes like a shark, cold and dark, boring holes into the side of your face. You glance sidelong at him, but continue your work. “Can’t take no for an answer, apparently.” “Sounds like a prick.” Craig quips, voice strained and rough, wincing as you pull the needle through his skin once more. The conversation segues after you shrug it off like it’s nothing, but Pope can’t stop thinking about it. He’s never met your coworker, doesn’t even know the guy's name, but he can imagine the satisfying crunch of his nose beneath his fist. Can calculate exactly how many times he’d need to hit him to get an apology from him. Can practically feel the blood smear on his knuckles. 

He walks over to help you clean up when you’re done patching Craig’s arm. He’s tense all over, which isn’t unusual, but he’s never this quiet when the two of you are alone. 

“Everything okay?” You ask airily, never pushing for an answer, which he usually doesn’t have. His head turns, and he regards you with an intense look for a moment, before sniffing once, turning back to the mess of bandages on the table. 

“That guy at work givin’ you trouble?” He asks casually. Or at least as casual as Pope can be. You pause what you’re doing, leaning a hand against the table, your other resting on your hip. 

“Nothin’ I’m not used to.” You state evenly, biting at the inside of your cheek. “Why?” 

He shrugs, tips his head side to side some, stacking bloody gauze neatly in front of him. “Just was thinkin’ I could… pay ‘im a visit.” He mutters cryptically, impassive in a way that feels forced. “Make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore.” 

You stare blankly at him for a moment, shocked by the offer but not quite surprised. Pope has been known to fix things with his fists when someone he cares for is under threat. You just weren’t aware you were someone he cared for that deeply. “Andrew,” You smile, bemused and tender in a way that makes his hands clam up some. “No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but it really isn’t a big deal.” You assured, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder gently. He has to fight the urge to lean into it, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, and he’s quiet for a long moment. 

“Shouldn’t let ‘im treat you like that.” He mumbles, gruffly, like it annoys him that you don’t take him up on the offer. “I know,” You reply evenly. “Which is why I’ve already emailed HR and made a formal complaint to my boss at the Clinic.” You assuage, hand lifting to rest on his bicep, squeezing gently. “It’s alright. It’s sweet of you to be worried, but I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” He looks over at you like he can’t believe what he’s hearing, head tilted to the side a bit, eyebrows furrowed, lips twisted like there’s something he wants to say but can’t find the words. You understand why he’s taken aback by your refusal of his offer, of course. All his life, violence has been expected of him, and you’ve seen how it affects him, even if he tries to hide it. You refuse to be another person who makes him feel like a machine. “Fine.” He mutters, nodding once, glancing briefly down at your hand on his arm, before returning to his task of cleaning up the gauze. You nod in return, smiling faintly, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you clean up the mess left over from fixing up Craig’s injuries. 

When it’s time for you to leave for the night, you can tell he’s wary to have you go. He’s refusing to look at you, eyes on the ground as you say your goodbyes, and Pope never refuses to meet your eyes. So, you ask him to walk you to your car, and he gives a stiff nod of agreement. “Thank you,” You murmur, ducking your chin down some in an attempt to catch his gaze. “For earlier.” You clarify at his confused little frown. He simply hums, shrugging a shoulder, noncommittal. It makes you smile, for some reason. He really doesn’t know how to take a compliment, and it’s oddly endearing. A beat of silence passes, and another, and you sigh softly. Leaning forward is easy, brushing a chaste kiss to his cheek is even easier. There’s a faint hitch in his breath, the slightest widening of his eyes when they snap up to meet your own. His fingers flex where his hands hang limp at his sides, as if he doesn’t know what to do with them all of a sudden.

“Goodnight, Andrew.” You hum softly, giving him a gentle smile, squeezing his shoulder in a friendly manner, willing your heart to calm in your chest. 

“G’night, sunshine.” He replies, voice rough and quiet. 

He watches as you get in your car, and he doesn’t move until you’re out of his sight. Fingers lift to touch his cheek, and in that moment, he allows himself a rare smile. He knows then that he’d do just about anything for you, something warm and unfamiliar curling in his chest. He has half the mind to follow you home. Not for nefarious purposes, no. Simply to make sure you get home safe, and maybe linger outside your apartment building, watch you go through your nightly routine. He can’t say he hasn’t done it before, but tonight? Tonight he’s sated. Cheek tingling from the brief touch of your lips against his skin, and that’s enough for now. 

[omegaseverywhere]

Omega!Ghost who did not put down your file the moment Laswell said you would be joining Taskforce 141. Who took one look at your face, your rank, your skillset and felt his clit throb. Who, when he caught a whiff of your scent, had a panic attack in the bathroom because he couldn't stop slicking. Omega!Ghost who stalks behind you silently, staring. Sometimes, he's in the corner of the room. Sometimes, hes right behind you. Multiple times a day, you will turn around and he will be there, just looking at you. Locked in. Pupils dilated. He can't help it. He likes looking at you. (Gaz had to take you aside and tell you that no, Ghost isn't hunting you. He really isn't. I know...I know it feels like it but I promise-)

Omega!Ghost who says nothing to you for weeks after you meet. Not a damn thing. Not even when you both are with the other members of the taskforce. And because he doesn't say anything for a while, when he does - a little awkward compliment that reminds you of Shang from Mulan - you nearly shit yourself. Omega!Ghost who casually threatens anyone he hears may have a thing for you. Other Omegas. Betas. Alphas. Anyone can catch his hands. "You'll never find the body isn't a great threat. A better one would be "They'll be finding your body parts for months...and you'll be alive for at least one of them." (Price had to stop him because recruits were dropping like flies) Omega!Ghost who had a DNR tattoo and offical medical DNR papers to match but no longer does because of you. He believed no one would ever miss him. You proved him wrong, therefore he will now fight Death itself in your name if it comes to it. Omega!Ghost who has no idea how to court or show someone he's interested. Who also knows he's a giant tank of a man who can probably rip a person in half with his bare hands. Who decides that 'Alpha's like a strong mate right? S what Google says.' Who starts lifting random heavy objects when you are around for no reason.

Omega!Ghost who found out you took lunch in your car on Fridays when not on a mission and decided to join you once and then promptly exited the vehicle when you asked him why he decided to deadlift the fridge that morning. He was not prepared for that and he made a split second decision to leave immediately. (Soap is still laughing about it)

Omega!Ghost who is relieved when you start making moves. Who sinks into you so quickly, falling into his barely used Omega instincts to chirp and purr and submit. Who beams behind his mask when you order him food and drinks, when you leave him a scent-fused hoodie, when you train with him and push him to go harder...you aren't together but you will be and it makes him so happy.

Omega!Ghost who only agrees to go through a heat to purge his body if you are around to guard him. He isn't going to ask you to join him - because he isn't sure if either of you are ready for that - but he wants you to guard him. He trusts you to guard him. Keep him safe.

Omega!Ghost who, when asked if he was going to guard you during your rut, wondered why it was even a question. He was going to do that regardless. No one is getting to you. He'll rip people apart with his teeth if they think they have the balls to approach your rutting room.

Omega!Ghost who gets an incredibly thorough examination done just to see if he has any damage that would prevent him from having pups. He never thought about pups before but now that he's met an Alpha that he wouldn't mind having pups with, he needs to know. He frames the report that tells him that he's perfectly fertile.

Omega!Ghost whose purr is the loudest thing about him. Its very much giving motorcycle revving. He always hated it but it seemed to be the only thing that kept you stable when you were being evacuated, unconscious, and bleeding out from three separate bullet wounds so he doesn't think its so bad anymore.

Omega!Ghost who gets gooey when you scent the inside of his masks when he has to go on his own missions. Its grounding, having your scent nearby. Keeps him focused. Keeps him determined to not fuck anything up. Keeps him coming home.

Omega!Ghost who makes a horrifically embarrassing noise the moment you knot him for the first time and feeling grateful that you are too preoccupied with burying your fangs in his neck to claim him to notice. He does, however, notice the noise you make when he bites you back and teases you for it for the rest of your lives.

[classicjdiesandgoestohell]

i

Do you feel like your parents/guardians helped to set you up for being a successful adult? Not referring to financials but to teaching you important life skills?

[piroulinewafers]

hi hiiiii i’d like to make a zayne requestttt

set in university, he needs to study female anatomy, so reader offers herself up to be studied by him. naturally he needs to get up close and personal afterall, he’s a dedicated student ((:

hope this is okkkk <3

𝐚/𝐧: i wasn't sure if you wanted this to go in a particular direction ie extra smutty, so this is relatively tame. i know nothing about the body i literally had to look any medical terms i used up... so if they're wrong just pretend i'm right :p zayne is so cute i want to bite him...

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: zayne x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: none. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭��: open.

the library had grown almost eerily quiet. it was late— so late that even the most dedicated students had packed up for the night. only a few scattered figures remained, hunched over textbooks and laptops, slaving away at whatever morsel of work seemed to be occupying all of their attention.

she sat nervously across from zayne, picking at the frayed sleeve of her sweater. he looked so serious under the harsh fluorescent lights of the private study room, black hair slightly tousled and silver framed glasses slipping down his nose as he poured over dense medical diagrams.

he was only a few years older than her, but it always felt like there was a gulf between them. zayne had skipped grades, finished his undergrad years before she’d even finished high school, and now, in this strange pocket of time, where their paths had crossed again, he was already leaps and bounds ahead of her, nearly top of his class as a surgeon in the making while she was fumbling her way through her general studies.

she didn’t really get it… all that medical stuff. the complicated words, the long hours. but she understood him— the quiet way he carried his burdens, the care tucked behind his stoic looks.

and she wanted to help.

so when she heard him muttering under his breath about how the textbooks weren’t enough, how he needed a better grasp of female anatomy for surgical accuracy, the words had slipped out of her mouth before she could think better of it,

“i-i could help you. if you want.”

zayne’s head jerked up sharply, hazel-green eyes wide behind his glasses. “what?” he questioned, brows drawn to a furrow. it was clear now that he had merely been muttering to himself.

if anything, zayne hadn’t had any sort of idea in mind on how to get that better understanding he so deeply craved, an insatiable, unbearable desire for knowledge. he’d just have to go looking for another textbook or a better reference, or perhaps a more detailed, recently-dated study. but this…

“that’s not necessary.”

“but i want to,” she said quickly, cheeks burning. “i mean… it if helps you study, i don’t mind.”

she regretted the clumsy way it came out almost instantly. her stomach twisting in embarrassment. 

but zayne just stared at her for a long moment, studying her face like he was searching for any trace of hesitation. after a long pause and an unreadable look, he pushed up his sleeves slowly and quietly set down his pen.

“alright. but you have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable. immediately.”

she nodded, swallowing hard.

to her surprise, zayne didn’t hesitate once he had her permission. he pushed his chair closer, knees brushing hers under the table, his hands— large, scarred, steady— hovered just over her, seeking silent permission to touch her. 

when she gave the faintest nod, he got to work.

first, he pushed up the hem of her sweater with careful fingers, revealing the soft skin of her waist. she shivered partly from the cool air, partly from how serious he looked, completely focused on her like she was the only thing in the world.

she hadn’t really thought about what helping would mean. she thought maybe he would ask a few questions, maybe vaguely point at her stomach or something.

instead, zayne leaned in, so closeshe could see the faint lines of exhaustion under his eyes, the faint flush creeping up the back of his neck.

“this is the costal margin,” he murmured, fingers gliding along the underside of her ribs. his touch was clinical but held a lingering gentleness that made her heartache.

“and here,” he said, fingers skating over her hip bone, “is the iliac crest.”

she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.  he was… really hands on. there was no embarrassment on his face— only the same cool, unwavering concentration he gave his textbooks. as if understanding her body was as serious as learning how to save a life.

her hands fisted in her lap as he mapped the curve of her waist, his palm flattening lightly over her lower stomach. 

he glanced up as she tensed, his face immediately softening, brows furrowing with concern. 

“am i hurting you?”

“n-no,” she stammered out. “just… surprised.”

zayne hesitated. then, almost shyly, he admitted, “i need to feel the structures directly. palpation is critical for diagnosis. but if you wish to stop, i will.”

she shook her head a little too hurriedly, cheeks burning. “i… i said i’d help, zayne.”

a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth— the smallest, softest expression, like sunlight peeking through a crack in winter ice.

he continued, slower now, as if savouring each careful touch. “can you stand up?” 

she obeyed, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her sweater as she rose to her feet, the chair’s legs scratching against the floor. 

zayne adjusted his silver glasses with a careful hand, stepping close— close enough that she could feel the brush of his breath against the top of her head, that she could catch the way his pale ears had turned a faint pink under the fluorescent lights.

“turn around,” he murmured, already moving to position her by her shoulders. his touch was featherlight but firm, guiding her to face away from him. she swallowed thickly, her heart thudding as she stared at the blank wall.

“you said you would assist,” he reminded her, not unkindly at noticing her hesitation.

“yeah,” she whispered.

“flex forward slightly,” he instructed. “at the waist.” his hands were steady as he mapped her back, pressing lightly along her spine after bunching up her sweater.

she obeyed, bending forward awkwardly. 

zayne’ bent behind her a bit now, fingers skimming down the subtle ridge of her vertebrae, murmuring the names under his breath: “thoracic… lumbar…” 

he sounded almost reverent. 

“you have a very… delicate frame,” he said, suddenly, and she heard the slip in his voice— the way it thickened just slightly at the edges, like he was battling himself.

she stayed still, heart hammering, unsure what to say. “thank you…?”

almost abruptly, zayne cleared his throat. “straighten.”

she did as he said again, feeling the warmth of him at her back. he stepped around to face her again, unusually stiff in his movements. 

his fingers brushed against the hem of her sweater, pausing— giving her a chance to back out. when she didn’t move, he pushed it up carefully, baring her stomach to the cool air of the room.

she shivered, both from the temperature and from the sensation of zayne’s careful hands settling firmly against her lower abdomen. 

his palms were broad and steady, thumbs spreading lightly over the soft dip just below her navel.

“relax,” he murmured, his head bowed.

relax? how was she supposed to relax when he was touching her like that? she squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the warm, expensive scent of his cologne— something dark and clean and dizzyingly good— and the way she wanted to instinctively lean into him.

zayne pressed gently, his fingers tracing along the natural ridges of her body, napping the planes of her abdomen with slow, thoughtful movements. 

“the rectus abdomens is here,” he said quietly, to himself mostly, thumb brushing a slow line just above her hip.

she whimpered— barely a sound— but it was enough.

zayne’s hands froze instantly, his entire body stiffening.

she kept her eyes shut, mortified, praying he hadn’t notice the pathetic sound that had spilled past her lips— but she could feel the tension in the air, the way his breath hitched slightly against her skin, the way he was staring holes through her.

when he spoke again, his voice was lower, hoarser.

“did i hurt you?” he asked, the bluntness of his words belying the fragile concern within them.

“n-no,” she managed, voice breaking a little. he hesitated, then resumed his slow, methodical exploration, hands moving higher to splay across the shallow curve of her waist. 

“obliques,” he murmured, his fingertips pressed in just slightly, feeling the muscles beneath.

she bit her lips hard, her fists clenching at her sides. it wasn’t just how warm and how steady his touch was— it was the way he handled her, like she was a precious tool to be studied, understood, memorized.

her heart was going to break through her ribs if this kept up.

“you are… “ he said after a moment, voice low and almost grudging, “a very cooperative subject.”

she dared to open her eyes just a sliver, a breathless little laugh leaving her, a bit awkward in response. she didn’t miss the way his mouth twitched— a suppressed smile, maybe— before he forced his expression back to its usual neutral setting.

slowly, almost reluctantly, zayne stepped back, arms falling to his sides.

“you’ve helped enough for tonight,” he said, voice rougher than before. “thank you.”

she nodded mutely, still reeling from the intimate gravity of it all. as she gathered her things with trembling hands, zayne lingered awkward by the door. then, just before they parted ways, glasses askew, he said very quietly:

“if you would be willing… i’d appreciate your help again tomorrow.”

her lips wobbled into a tiny, breathless smile. she couldn't say no to him. 

[worshipthecrow]

I was deleting stuff from my phone and came across pictures when my mom was hospitalized, the worst time of my life and then I got to thinking what it would have been like if the LaDS guys were there to support (you). :)

Xavier

Help you in the kitchen when you do, chop vegetables, wash dishes, cook things not too complicated.

He buys the groceries, just give him a list of what you need and how and he will get it for you.

If he is staying with you and your mother at your house will offer to pay/cooperate services, he is a guest staying, the least he can do is help take a financial burden off you, even if you don't accept it.

He may not be able to cook, but he sure can do the housekeeping, laundry and take out the trash for you.

Medication and hospitalization? He will support you with that too, he saw you worried because your mother's clinic didn't give her the most important medicine and it's expensive, he doesn't mind paying for it if it calms you down.

Zayne

He is a doctor, he would know what to do in this case.

He could write prescriptions for medications according to your mother's needs.

Definitely having a doctor in the house would make your mother not try to skip any directions from her doctor just because she "already feels better."

It would be a relief since you have someone with the expertise to answer your questions and listen to your concerns.

If necessary, contact a colleague in the field of your mother's condition to agree to see her and care for her in case of a relapse.

Medication and hospitalization? He may go through the motions of getting everything covered by his health insurance as a hospital employee, so don't worry about it.

Prepare healthy food for your mother, with everything she needs for optimal recovery, yes, he will even give up his hatred of carrots for her (you, basically).

Rafayel

He may be fickle when it comes to your attention, but when it comes to your mother he understands and supports you.

He offers you and your mother to stay with him.

Did you say your mother needs a special diet? he will make sure she eats well, he will hire a private chef just for her.

He will pay for everything, medicines, hospitalization.

He will probably use his influence to have your mother treated in the best hospital with the best doctors in case of a relapse.

Sylus

He takes you and your mother to live with him to take good care of both of you.

Your mother needs a special diet because she is diabetic, hypertensive, etc? Don't worry, he will get a specialized nutritionist and a personal chef, your mother will eat healthy and tasty.

Your mother has trouble sleeping because of medication, pain or worry? Sylus keeps her company so she's not alone while you sleep peacefully (somehow they end up talking about you and sharing embarrassing anecdotes :)).

Your mother has a relapse? Sylus has the best doctors attending her.

Hospitalization and expensive drugs? Sylus pays for it all, no matter how guilty you feel and tell him you'll find a way to pay for it, he has you covered so all you have to worry about is spending time with your mother.

Caleb

Like Rafayel and Sylus, he invites you to move in with him.

He cooks after researching what diet your mother should follow.

He and your mother end up talking about cooking, how best to shred chicken, what are the best spices to flavor food.

They both watch cooking shows, if they are competition shows (Masterchef type) they discuss how the contestants screwed up or why they won.

He and your mother will argue why or why not to put cilantro in the food (your mother won, Caleb swallowed his arguments and so did the cilantro).

Hospitalization and medications are on him.

[corneliaavenue]

A guide to all The Pitt fanfiction writers on how Med School and Residency works

I love you all, you are doing amazing things, but here is some extra helpful information to help you write more accurate fanfics

Medical School is 4 years long. Typically, the first 2 years are in the classroom, and year 3 and year 4 are clinical years.

Year 3 is when your medical school sends you on rotations (usually lasting 4 weeks) and you end up basically rotating at different specialties.

Javadi is a 3rd year on a 4 week rotation. If your fic is set a month after the events of season 1, she is not working there. If you want to include her in your fanfic, put her on a surgery rotation with Dr. Garcia so she is back in the ED doing surgical things! Or put her on inpatient medicine (aka the doctor that does the medicine at the hospital) and have her come down to the ED to admit a patient.

4th year medical students typically have more say in where they are rotating. they still are only doing 4 week (and sometimes 2 week!) rotations. A lot of the time, 4th year's are "auditioning" or working "sub-i's" which means they are acting like an intern at a residency program in hopes that the residency program will want to hire/match that student

Whitaker is a 4th year student and likely auditioning to be an emergency medicine doctor at The Pitt. If your fic is set sometime in July of the next year, he is now a doctor!

Med students don't place orders, but it's fine if you get this wrong, the TV show did too.

Match day!!! They day where all 4th year medical students find out where they will end up working. On a Monday in March, students find out if they matched at a residency program, and on a Friday, they find out where. (If you want to learn about the SOAP process, you can ask me, but we don't need to get into that for fic writing)

The beginning of residency starts July 1st, which is why Season 2 of The Pitt being on July 4th will be really interesting! The intern class will be doctors for 3 whole days at that point!

Most emergency medicine residencies are only 3 years long, but The Pitt is four years long. (There is actually a lot of hot debate about extending all EM residencies to 4 years)

Santos is an intern/PGY-1 (post grad year 1) she is a baby doctor. We never ACTUALLY learn what Santos matched in to. Part of me thinks she is in a "transitional year" which is sometimes a 1 year program for people to be a doctor but still want to apply to another program (hence why she wanted a letter of rec from Javadi's mom). She ALSO is doing 4 week rotations and will probably spend time at other rotations (like surgery 👀, ob, icu)

Year 2 residents and year 3 residents will rotate at different hospitals (Hence why Mel just came from the VA.) Year 2 is when a lot of emergency medicine residents REALLY start working in the ER, as your first year you are off doing other rotations.

Year 4 is when you can be elected as a chief resident. Not all PGY-4's are chiefs. You typically get elected for the role by your fellow residents and faculty (that would be Robby and Abbot). The amount of chief residents is dependent on the size of the residency program

After your 4th year, you graduate and can become an attending (again Robby, Abbot and Shen -> who is a new attending) or you can do a fellowship! Which is what Langdon was applying for and why he needed Robby's letter of rec.

Residents are working 60-80 hour weeks and making maybe 65k a year

Hours are NOT SET for residents. Those residents working the night shift, probably are only working the night shift that week and then are switching to days. Attendings, however, do choose if they work days or nights.

Obviously there is a lot more to this, but here are some basics!

[meganwritesfanfics]

How to Save a Life (Dr Jack Abbott x Reader) Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 1790

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against women, gun violence, suicide.

“Do you both think I’m an absolute idiot?” Driscoll sneered. “I know you two are either married or related. And by the way he keeps looking at you, I’m going to say married. It was a nice touch with the fake name. But you forget. I have been here for fucking hours! I was getting checked in when you came out into the lobby and people called you Doctor Abbott. I just wanted to see how you both thought this was going to play out.” He sneered and Jack’s jaw clenched. 

“We are helping you, you are getting the help you think you are so entitled too, now can you let her go. She needs medical attention.” 

“Well she can wait, just like I fucking had to.” 

Jack was seething when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He turned to see Dana standing standing there with a piece of paper held up to the window. 

“I have Mr. Driscoll's test results.” She said. “He’s clear to go. Looks like it was nothing but some severe heartburn.” 

“Is that true?” Driscoll asked. “Mr big shot senior attending read those results, and tell me she’s not lying.”  

Jack carefully opened the door grabbing the piece of paper from Dana, and he watched as she looked at Y/N, her eyes full of concern. 

“Yep looks like it’s correct. Just a case of some severe heartburn, which can be treated by over the counter medication or tums.” Jack snapped. 

“You are telling me I have been here for hours just to find out it’s fucking heartburn.” Driscoll screamed as squeezed Y/N neck tighter causing her to whimper. 

“Would you rather you had a heart attack and died.”

Driscoll sighed. “Well take these stupid fucking things off me. I want to get the fuck out of this hell hole.” He shoved Y/N and she slowly started to peel the nodes off. 

“Was this all worth it,” Jack said helping Y/N. “Taking someone hostage just to find out you have fucking heartburn.” 

“Jack, stop.” Y/N snapped. 

“Yeah listen to your fucking wife Jack, it’s not smart to antagonize the man holding a gun to your pretty wifes head.” 

“Mr Driscoll, you are free to go.” Y/N said. 

“You see, you are a lot more level headed than your husband. A lot more agreeable.” 

“Don’t think that I am not seething inside you piece of shit.” She spat as he stood up and wrapped his arm around her chest again roughly. 

“Oh you are feisty. I like that.” He whispered in her ear causing her to flinch a look of disgust on her face. 

“You got what you wanted now let her go.” Jack snapped. 

“No, not yet. Not until I am out of here with no issues. She’s my insurance.” Driscoll said yanking her out of the room with her with him, Jack following behind. 

“Mr Driscoll, this has gone on long enough.” Robby snapped his eyes locked on Y/N’s injury. “Dr. Abbott is injuried, and I must insist that you hand her over.” 

“You are in no position of authority to tell me what to do. She is coming with me to make sure that I am not going to be bothered by anyone else.” 

Jack shook his head, as his breathing started to get more shallow as the panic and anxiety was becoming overwelming. His gut was telling him this wasn’t going to end well. And he knew, if he didn’t come up with a plan and come up with one soon, he was going to lose Y/N. 

It felt like time stopped as Jack’s thoughts went back to their wedding. 

He could feel his hands starting to shake as he stood at the make shift alter. Their wedding was being held at a botanical garden. He was standing under a gazebo that was surrounded by tulips. It was a small wedding. The only people there was Dana and Robby. And their dog Cooper of course. 

“How you holding up?” Robby whispered as he stood next to him. Jack was wearing his military uniform and Robby was standing next to him wearing a classic black tuxedos with a red tulip boutonnier. 

“I’m trying to convince myself I’m not going to cry when I see her.” Jack said straightening his tie. 

“God you are so whipped.” Robby teased. 

“She’s my whole world Micheal. I’m so excited that I get to spend the rest of my life with her.”  

Suddenly the sound of the the acoustic version of Shelter by The Talbott Brothers started playing, and Jack felt his stomach tighten with anticipation as he turned to see Y/N come down the aisle. His heart felt like it was going to explode when he saw her. She was wearing an off the shoulder dress with lace flower details and a flowing skirt. She wanted something that had a very boho vibe to it and her hair was down and curled lightly. Jack’s favorite way she ever wore her hair. Around her neck, she wore Jack’s dogtags along with the infinity knot necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary of them dating. On her finger she wore her moss agate engagement ring. 

Jack cleared his throat fighting back tears as he watched Dana walk arm and arm with Y/N. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled as she she reached him her hand quickly finding it’s rightful place within his. 

“Hi,” He said his voice cracking. 

“Oh Jack, you said you weren’t going to cry, you are going to make me cry.” Y/N laughed reaching out and wiping away the tear that fell down his cheek. 

“You look so beautiful.” He smiled. 

“Thank you,” She beamed. 

The ceremony was short and sweet but he couldn’t ask for a more perfect day. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant said and Jack didn’t wait a moment to pull his new bride into his arms and pull her into a long kiss. 

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered. 

“I love you too Jack, so much.” 

They had decided to keep their ceremony small, but the reception was where the party was going to be. That was where the entire staff of the Pitt were waiting for them and where the alcohol and fun would really be flowing. 

Jack and Y/N had also decided that they wanted to be less traditional when it came to their first dance. Instead they waited until the end of the evening when the celebration was wrapping up. 

“How are you doing this fine evening Dr. Abbott?” Y/N smiled as they danced together to their song Wondeful Tonight by Eric Clapton.

“I am beyond happy, what are about you Dr. Abbott?” Jack loved the sound of calling Y/N Dr. Abbott. 

“Incandescently happy. Today could not have been more perfect.” 

“Y/N,” Jack said his emotions taking over. “Every day with you is going to be perfect. I know I don’t deserve you but thank you so much for choosing me.” 

“Jack Abbott you self deprecating little asshole,” Y/N teased. “You deserve the absolute world and I hope that I can provide you as much happiness as possible. I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to see our future together.” 

He pulled her in for a long kiss again as they swayed together holding each other tightly. 

He could feel his eyes filling up with tears, he wouldn’t lose her. 

“There is an entire squad of police waiting outside for you.” He blurted out and Robby and Dana turned to look at him horrified. 

“What!” Driscoll snapped. “I told you no police or I would kill her!” 

“Did you actual believe that we wouldn’t call the police. You shut down an entire Emergency Department. You can’t seriously think that the police weren’t going to get involved.” He snapped as he inched forward making sure to keep his hands up and visible. “But I will get you out of here, without the police ever seeing you. Under the condition that you let Y/N go.” 

“You would switch places with her?”

“I would die for her if I have to.” 

“Jack,” Y/N let out a cry. She was exhausted emotionally and physically, her head was ringing from the injury and her mind was spinning from everything that was happening. 

“I have an alternative plan.” Driscoll said. “I keep Y/N here with me, insuring that the police don’t kill me. And she stays with me until I can get someone and get hidden. Or maybe I’ll just keep her.” He sneered and Jack felt like he was going to vomit. 

“Don’t you get it, you piece of shit. I’m not letting you take her anywhere.” Jack snapped his eyes darkening. “You either take me up on my offer, or I put you in a body bag.” 

“You are going to threaten me right now. Are you stupid?” 

“I was an army doctor. And I work night shift in the ER. I don’t crack under pressure. I’m meticulous and I have incredible patience. How are you going to feel in 2 hours let’s say, when you are hungry, thirsty, or have to take a piss. You think you are going to be thinking clearly. Not a chance. And that’s when I will best you. And I’ll claim it was self-defense.” 

The room went deathly quiet. The look on Jack’s face was absolutely terrified. Y/N had never seen him look so angry. He looked like a whole different person. 

Y/N could feel Driscoll grip on her start to relax, as his hands started to shake. The reality of the whole situation finally hitting him. Y/N took her chance and pushed herself away from Driscoll lunging for Jack. 

Everything seemed to slow, and Jack watched Y/N push away from Driscoll and he quickly reached his arms out to her ready to grab her up and pull her into himself protectively. But he could see Driscoll turn the gun and point it at Y/N’s back. Suddenly a gunshot went off and Y/N’s back arced as she fell into Jack’s arms. 

“No, no!” Jack screamed as he could feel the warm blood on his arms. “Y/N!” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Y/N kept repeating her eyes filling with fear as she stared up at her husbands face. She just kept repeating it as blood filled her mouth. 

“I didn’t… oh shit I…” Driscoll panicked as he watched the police start to rush in. “I’m sorry.” He said as he turned the gun on himself and fired. 

Here are the links to what I think the reader's wedding dress, and ring would look like.

tag list: @rosewritesitout, @brnesblogposts @emma8895eb

[wallofchynax]

2000s Shawn x WWE Nurse! Reader

Requested anonymously: May I request soft HC’s of 2000 Shawn crushing on the WWE nurse/doctor reader?

You know I had to pick the reader to be a nurse considering I will be a qualified one in five months

tag list: @coffincorey @sultryfandoms @prettylittlegleek16 @dilanmoodboards @chaerityy @sparkinthedarkuk @vixenhatesyou @hbkchokeme @fairiebabey @vintagehbk

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Content Warnings: None. Religion mention but that's it.

Shawn falls in love almost immediately.

The moment he spotted you in the medical area, chatting easily with a younger wrestler and bandaging his elbow with this patient, practiced touch, he felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him. You aren't like the people who he surrounded himself with. You didn’t walk around with an attitude, didn’t look through people like they were disposable. You smiled softly, listened without judgment, and treated even the rowdiest superstars like they mattered.

He falls for you pretty hard.

At first, he would see you genuinely about his back pain but then it was other things. A pulled muscle he exagerated, stubbed toe... that sort of thing. You knew he was bullshitting but you never turned him away. That tiny crack of affection in your expression kept him coming back with more ridiculous "injuries" just to feel your hands gently fixing him up.

You make him nervous and he never thought that would happen. Shawn Michaels. The Heartbreak Kid. You had him stammering. He covered it with bad jokes, winks, cheesy pickup lines that made even him cringe afterward. But it wasn’t really about flirting - but he just didn't know what to do with the rush of nerves his chest every time you looked at him.

It was so much easier to be "cool" than to let you see how much he cared.

He asks you questions about yourself constantly. In a world that used to be about him, he's more interested in you. Where you were from. If you liked the road life or missed home. If you preferred rock or country music. If you ever thought about leaving nursing on the road and doing something "normal." He remembered everything you said; if you say you like coffee, he'll bring you a coffee.

Sometimes he tries talking himself out of liking you because he knows who he used to be because he used to be an asshole, and you are so kind. He often thinks that he should back off of you and let you get with someone better. He prays about you often. Late at night, lying awake in a hotel room after a show, Shawn would fold his hands, close his eyes, and ask: "God, don’t let me screw this up. Let me be somebody good enough for her, if that's Your will. Or... just let her be happy. Even if it ain’t with me." It was never selfish. Even at his weakest, Shawn knew loving you means putting your happiness first. Even if it broke his heart a little.

He brings you gifts and pretends that it's not a big deal. At first, it was a bottle of water during a long night. Then a protein bar. Then a fresh cup of coffee before your shift. He likes watching you face when a smile crosses your like it's the only thing keeping you happy.

He secretly loves when you scold him. When you catch him trying to tough out an injury, limping backstage and swearing he's fine, you sat him down firmly, fixed a stern look on him, and said, "Shawn, you can’t just ignore it. You need to rest, even if you hate it. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself worse."

No one has ever cared for him like that and he forgets how to breath.

When the younger guys flirt with you, he totally doesn't mean to glare and hover close. You aren't him, but the primal part of him can't help it.

He daydreams about you. A life with you. Without the fame and spotlight. He thought about you sitting beside him on long road trips, asleep against his shoulder. About you patching him up at home after a bad match. About you laughing in the kitchen while he tried to cook breakfast and burned everything. A life he can't imagine truly having, normal soft, but now, he can't stop dreaming about a soft life with you.

One night when Shawn isn't supposed to be wrestling but he does, he hurts his back again and he limps into the medical room. You scold him gently while checking his ribs, your hands careful but firm, and he knows.

It has to be now, he thinks. Or I’ll never get the guts.

He’s exhausted, hurting, raw. And maybe that’s why the walls he’s held up for months crumble all at once. Maybe that’s why he blurts it out in a low, rough voice, right in the middle of you taping his ribs:

"You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, y'know that?"

He expects you to laugh but you don't. You smile at him. You reach up, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off his forehead, and say, so quietly it knocks the air from his lungs:

"You’re the best thing that’s happened to me too, Shawn."

And from that night, he treats you like the center of his world

Carrying your bags backstage. Making sure you eat before your shifts. Calling you darling and sweetheart without hesitation now, no longer hiding how he feels.

[asexual-amanita]

MOBILITY AIDS AREN’T BAD FOR FND PATIENTS!

Many FND patients have been told that it is unwise to use mobility aids because it will “encourage the brain to keep producing symptoms.” This is based on the idea of conversion disorder, made by Stinkmund Freud, which has been since been disproved.

Despite this idea, my experience with using mobility aids is much different than what doctors told me it would be. Personally, using mobility aids and supporting myself has actually lessened my symptoms, and, most importantly, the impact they have on my life.

My wheelchair has been the most helpful of all the mobility aids I’ve had. I started using my chair because of my paralysis, but it’s done so much more for me. It’s eliminated the worry of being stuck somewhere and not being able to walk, and prevented me from many falls.

I also used crutches and a cane once upon a time, and they helped me greatly with my needs back then. they provided support and stability, and I found that they helped me get out of flare ups easier and gave me more energy to expend on things I actually wanted to do.

Of course, what’s right for me may not be right for you. Everyone’s FND is different and will react differently to mobility aids. But I don’t want anyone to think that mobility aids are always out of the picture for usage in management of FND.

Lastly, using a mobility aid without any medical guidance can be dangerous. It’s important to get in touch with a professional who can help teach you how to use the aid. If you don’t have access, make sure you do thorough research on the topic from reliable sources.

[orangetintedglasses]

When the undertaker began to thrash on top of them, the pile of bodies dispersed as carefully as they could manage, with some of them staying close enough to provide support if needed— while the majority weren't sure, most assumed that right now wasn't exactly the time for Wolfwood to be lying completely flat on his back. Aside from Luida, though, none of them could really make that call for sure… and she was a little occupied watching the movement of his bright, still-glowing eyes, and making sure that he wasn't about to swallow his tongue as he spasmed and writhed—

This… had been too much. She shouldn't have expected this of him, as though one successful connection meant anything— meant that Wolfwood could and should act as some sort of go-between. Even if there was a lead to be found— and it sounded like there might've been something of note to glean from this incident, but they could figure that out later —he shouldn't have had to have been hurt to get it.

"Goddammit, brat— hey! Get someone from medical down here, pronto!" Brad barked at the group of people backing off and away, who were unsure whether or not Wolfwood was having some sort of conniption or seizure that they'd need to clear room for. As he pulled the young undertaker more firmly into his lap, elevating him, a few of them nodded and more than one would take off in the direction of one of the exits. Ultimately, though, there was… still somewhat of a crowd.

He said… that she knows where Vash is? Agh, his grip is insane, I-I think my arm might be fractured… How is any of this possible? H-how is— how is he—?

"Tch! How ain't important right now— just be grateful that he did it at all!" the elder Sinner snapped before turning his attention back to— "Luida, he's—"

"He's not fully with us yet." she said simply, a curt response that cut off her counterpart while her attention was still focused on Wolfwood; watching his eyes flicker and flit in all directions while she brushed his fringe out of his face with one hand, and cupped the back of his head in an attempt to keep it steady with the other. His hair stuck in place fairly easily, drenched as it was. "Once he regains enough of his faculties, we can move him back to his room and assess things from there. For now, all we can do is wait while we try to help him through this…"

She had to stay calm. They didn't know how long he'd keep thrashing—

Wolfwood, against his better judgment, falls right into the siren's call surrounding him, sprinting to the source of the warmth and recognition. He can't feel the way the material realm begins to peel away from him, like he's releasing a tether he hadn't realized he was clinging onto. That sensation, that feeling overwhelming him—it's Vash!

"I'm not leaving you, I'm here, I'm here Vash! I have you, just come with me, I'll get you out of there—"

And then—

Pain.

Like a rubber band snapping, suddenly Wolfwood finds himself back in the hangar, lying on a pile of arms and torsos and tangled limbs. Disoriented and still glowing moonlight silver, he stops breathing. His skin hurts—stings, as though he's been burnt all over—and by the time he can blink, his thoughts are so scrambled that he can hardly put words together.

In fact—

He... can't—only choked, panted breaths come from his lips and his eyes flit as though they're stuck in a restless sleep. His back arches in pain, his fists clutch limbs tightly, his teeth gnash... the return to his body did not happen without negative side-effects this time.

"C—ch," Wolfwood attempts to enunciate anything, just trying to get a thought across, "V—Va-sh... lo-loca—aytion—NNGH—"

The undertaker spasms, sweat streaming from his temples, even off of his cold, clammy skin. He begins to feel feverish with all of the people surrounding him.

"Sh-shee... aghgh—she knows—" he gasps, shivering and cursing beneath his breath, "Ff-find him? Is—ngh—is it... enough?"

[carmenserenity123456]

I hate how Sakura is putting the Uchiha Crest everywhere. Other women act normal but she has to show everyone that she is this super Uchiha girl now.....

Sakura plasters Sasuke's Uchiha crest for three main reasons: status, insecurity and coping mechanism. Sakura was always a girl who felt that her worth would be only linked to getting Sasuke. If she got him out of every girl that wanted him it would mean for her that she is better than all of them. She puts this crest everywhere especially on her and Sarada's clothes to show her status. Look everyone! I am now a wife of Sasuke Uchiha, I belong to the Uchiha clan and we have a daughter together! She has very deep psychological problems especially knowing that she is the only woman to do such thing. Even Hinata does not plaster Uzumaki crest everywhere. Also let's look at very strange situation with Sakura house. In chapter 700 when Sarada was a small child we see that they live in an apartment.

But in the Gaiden when Sarada is 12 years old, they now live in this big ass house. Why does Sakura need such luxurious big house when only her and her daughter live in it? Sasuke was never in that house. Naruto does not even has such luxurious house and he is the Hokage! Furthermore, Sakura plastered Uchiha crest even outside the house. No one can tell me that she did not get this house to just show off. And the worst thing is that she took a loan to get it and then she destroyed it. How irresponsible you have to be! She loves her status and this life style. She even does her nails and she is a medic...

When it comes to her insecurity it mostly sterns from the fact that she, herself, is not from any prestigious clan and her academy peers were. I think she is also ashamed of her parents heritage and we can see that she was never shown to talk to them as an adult or Sarada knowing her grandparents. Why didn't Sarada go ask her grandparents about her father or her birth but asked Shizune, a stranger? She does not know them. Sakura does not even have pictures of them at home. She crossed them out of her life as fast as she got Sasuke and his last name.

Lastly, she plasters this Uchiha crest so much because it helps her fill her delusions. It is basically coping mechanism for Sasuke not being with his family. She is also the only woman that does not wear a ring and was never kissed by her husband. This Uchiha crest is a substitute for her ring that she never got from Sasuke just like she says the poke is better than a kiss. The fact that Sasuke is shown not to wear the Uchiha crest anymore proves that Sakura does not know anything about him. Sasuke stopped wearing this crest because he outrun his destiny and now it is irrelevant to him. The perception for Uchiha clan was always like 'you are an Uchiha, you must be powerful' or 'you have to kill someone close to you to get Mangakeyo Sharingan' and Sasuke was trying to achieve all of that because it meant to be an Uchiha. He thought it was his destiny but in the end he fought against it. His love for Naruto helped him understand it and that is the reason why he does not wear Uchiha crest anymore. He only keeps the headband, the symbol of his love for Naruto and hope.

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Hello and welcome to: my official guide of where to go to get the best healthcare in Thedas! I'm gonna rank the best to the worst locations and give reasons for each.

1. Nevara

Nevara 100% has the best healthcare in Thedas. There are three primary reasons for this.

The first is of course, Nevaras familiarity with corpses, anatomy and the human body. Unlike most other locations in Thedas, Nevara doesn't burn their dead, but instead burries them. This can involve some form of mummification, but even when it doesn't, the bodies as later houses for spirits definitely don't have any secrets.

Secondly, Nevara has the mages for it. Good medical care in Thedas is going to involve a degree of spirit-healing and getting help from spirits. Nevaran mages regularly interact with spirits and petition them for help; it's basically a whole country whose magic speciality is the basis of all spirit healing.

Thirdly, although to a much lesser extent, Nevaran nobility are a) very wealthy and b) are dragon hunters. It's likely that this made them fund advances in medical care with their vaste wealth so they didn't die from said dragons.

2. Tevinter

Tevinter has been fighting a war with the Qun for centuries at this point, right on their boarder. War often leads to advances in medicine, particularly when it's drawn out and protracted. We know the vast majority of the military are Soporati like Krem rather than mages, so they can't just heal themselves with blood magic, they need advances that will heal a regular army quickly.

Mix this with the fact that Tevinter is probably the most magically advanced nation in Thedas and they have a really good culture for learning and research...I mean some of them are 100% researching best medical practices. In a very unethical way they're also clearly happy to experiment with what can enhance the body with their slaves like Fenris, which is horrid but probably has led to some medical innovations.

They're also not afraid to interact with spirits so their mages are primed for spirit healing.

They get minus points because I do think some of their medical practices would just be 'blood magic health away from slaves'. But ultimately not enough for me to bump them down too much because like I said above, they need solutions for non-mages too.

3. Rivian

Rivain gets number three because of the seers who have very close relationships with spirits. Lore drops we get in codexs from DATV suggests one very large part of a Seers job is to provide medical attention to those who require it.

Their economy is also built largely on bartering outside of the chantry controlled capital, so I figure that unlike Nevara and Tevinter regular folks can get/afford medical intervention rather than just the elites. The structure of society is also different with Seers acting as heads of their community as well as medical practitioners.

Rivain also has the advantage of trade of ideas. Rivain is home to the only peaceful qunari outpost outside of Par Vollen and many of those in Rivain still consider themselves qunari rather than following Andrastism or the native pantheistic belief structures. So they're going to get the benefits from knowledge about medicine from across Thedas. Which leads us nicely to...

4. Par Vollen

But! I hear you protest! The Qun is so anti-mage and definitely anti-demon that they don't have spirit healers.

And yes, that's why they're number 4 not number 1. But they definitely have excellent healthcare. For one, they have a large military they have to keep healthy that has been at war for centuries, as well as an expansionist ideology which will require them to invest in even more health innovations to keep their standing army healthy.

But more than this, the Qun has a completely different philosophy to most locations in Thedas. The Qun views society as a whole, rather than being more individualistic. Thus, keeping farmers, artisans, scholars etc. safe so they can perform their role for society is just as important as keeping your army safe. They're thus gonna invest in a lot of public health infrastructure. Par Vollen is definitely the place you wanna be if you're not a noble and you get sick.

The Qun also has really good training; children are assigned roles at a young age and trained to fit them so their medical training probably starts at a young age and is fairly extensive.

The Qun would be my bet for a) the most hygienic nation in Thedas and b) the most likely to create vaccines first. Also. I bet their trans healthcare is top notch. You want top surgery this is the place to get it.

5. Orlais

Orlais is a rich nation which prides itself on its university culture. Nobles like to have pateron scholars to reflect well on them. I think both of these things mean medical research is not uncommon when a noble gets an idea into their heads.

Orlais also is the seat of the chantry and the circles. This means that of the Andraste nations they are much more likely to be able to get the circle to come and give them a spirit healer. Crucially they can also get mage tallent imported from other circles like they did with Viv without anyone asking any questions.

But I think mages are far more restricted than our top 3 countries and their fear of spirits/harrowing is going to make spirit healers both more cautious and more rare. Further, actually getting a mage to act as a spirit healer is a huge deal and a status symbol; we see that in the masked empire when a soldier is shocked they Gaspard has a spirit healer mage on his staff. So only really wealthy/powerful nobles are benefiting from this at all.

Also we know from the masked empire that some of their university biology is fueled by racism rather than actual research so they lose points for that.

They do get bonus points for having some hygienic cultural tendancies; the masks and the gloves in particular.

6. Antiva

Antiva is similar to Orlais I think, but they unfortunately don't have the same edge with the circles and mages that Orlais has. Orlais can move any tallented circle mages to Orlais proper if they show up in Antiva.

They are a trading country so they will likely get medical information from Rivain, Orlais and Tevinter but I think nobles in Antiva would be more interested in funding protection charms and anti-assassin traps than medical knowledge as Antiva doesnt do war in the same way as the other countries but it does have a lot of assassins. The crows absolutely hold Antiva back from medical knowledge I think.

7. The Free Marches

So I'm lumping the free Marches together but I do think there would be minor differences; mainly between places like starkhaven where we know Sebastian is funding a lot of research and places like Kirkwall where literally the sensical was going to a guy in the sewers for his check ups.

But overall, the free marches just don't let mages have the freedom they need to practice spirit magic. They're a lot harsher there (we know that about Kirkwall, and we also know that Tatervale basically has chantry enforced mashel lore so...). They also seem to be places where there's much more of a culture of 'everyone for themselves'.

Further, we've seen that Kirkwall at least is just built on back to back houses and people living in literal sewers. The free marches just. Don't seem a super hygienic place to live.

8. Ferelden

I'm really sorry ferelden but you've got so much working against you. You're a largely rural community with most of your major cities and even towns just littered with back to back housing. You don't have great access to mages and their abilities. And I imagine Orlais took most of their knowledge with them/kept ferelden from developing their own universities and other research centres during the occupation.

Now, I do have some honourable mentions. Firstly:

Orzammar

So part of me feels orzammar should have good healthcare. Mainly because orzammar has been in a perpetual war with the darkspawn for over a thousand years now and they're constantly chucking people at that problem; while well aware of their declining birth rates.

But I think from what we see in DAO they just don't seem to have a good healthcare system at all. There just doesn't seem to be a space in the caste system for that apart from maybe some shaparate dwarfs? Also doesn't seem to be a lot of paragons being named for medical advancements.

And then you have dust town which is huge and definitely a hot spot for potential illnesses.

I think perhaps the fact that dwarfs don't get ill very often and are more hardy perhaps got in the way of them developing a good medical system beyond some stuff I think they would know how to do; like cautorising wounds.

Also no magic :(

The Dalish

So I think this would be a clan by clan basis. Some clans seem much more willing to engage with spirits and spirit magic than others who seem much more hesitant (keeper marithari for example).

I'm adding to that that I think the dalish keepers have a lot more to do than focus on their healing skills and as there doesn't seem to be very many mages in a clan (around 1 - 5 depending on which games lore you're following) they're probably splitting their attention between lots of different practices rather than focusing only on spirit healing.

They probably do have good oral records of their medical practices tho! I also think they'd be good at dealing with broken bones or twisted ankles as the clans are constantly on the move so I imagine that would be a priority if someone gets hurt that way. Also, I imagine everyone in the clan does get medical attention when needed compared to other nations and groups that have big wealth inequalities.

And that's the list folks! Let me know if you agree with me this is such an interesting subject

[clownshifting]

Setting A Standard

I like to think myself reasonable, maybe some think I'm too much of a hard ass but eh, I like to be innovative and create and the only thing that starts a force is movement. So I move.

Now, I noticed this and others beside me have noticed this as well, so I'd like to believe I'm not making this up when I address it but.. I can't tell you how to use or be transspecies.

No one can't do that, only you can, but if you need help - we're here to help. But I believe it has flourished into territory not of ours... especially into therian/otherkin spaces.

This is a reason why transspecies is it's own term, it is not otherkin and it is not therian, they are separate and equal. But transspecies folk don't have much community like the other two and ... i don't want to say invading... but tying yourself to our culture and our transition without being one of us and without advocating for us is unlike an ally. More a colonizer, and I say that with brown skin.

To friends, the terms become synonymous too quickly and revert back into people believing how they usually think.

Transspecies = transsexuality

Otherkin/therian = transgender

Which.. is false. Transspecies would be the transgender counterpart because transgender doesn't imply transition and neither does transspecies - it only implies going "beyond, or away" from one concept to another - this being species. Otherkin/therians don't do that. They are not transitioning nor are they going "beyond" humanity, they are living alterhuman lives in human bodies and most of them know that their bodies are physically human (we aren't discussing physical nonhumans right now, put your hand down, shut up) in ways that others aren't. They embrace bits od humanity for the benefits but aren't human in ways that wouldn't affect them so much.

Transspecies beasts are alterhuman in ways that affect their everyday life, their species self, and their complete physical body. There is an apparent difference. Otherkin/therian is experienced differently than transspecies and that is okay!

There is no reason why I and others should have to wake up to.. non-transspecies folk in transspecies tags talking about transitioning using our guides and terminology unless they are transitioning to be xenosexed - but we can see that many of them just aren't. They are mostly transitioning to look like us, not be or stand or to advocate for us legally. A similar thing can be found in many salmacian circles where some members will say they "want to transition to be intersex". You just... can't.

Transspecies, to me and others, is not the choice to transition but an intrinsic and lifelong structure that you cannot physically, nentally, behaviorally, etc. hide. People have and will make sure your species is human by means of malspecialia or worse. You have to be reflective at night time, otherwise you're not considered a living being but a meal or roadkill. You have to be humanized, otherwise you're incapable of emotion and culture. You have to be anything that is humanoid, otherwise you are not of "God's plan". If you are not human enough, you are deformed. And transspecies folk usually have congenital traits they consider nonhuman or disorders that alter their brain wiring from birth. This is something deep within us, a need to be seen as nonhuman.

So.

Otherkin/Therian: A deep and intimate relationship with your alterhumanity, including as a choice, that rarely affects day to day perceptions of you.

Transspecies: An interpersonal sense of identity that differs from full humanity to another species, oftentimes socially or medically, which outwardly changes how one is perceived day to day.

And I believe these two should never be synonymous, not because I am "gatekeeping", but because both groups are ridiculed and only one group has to medically and socially deal with it because their alterhumanity isn't something they can "code switch" from. It appears in physical/psychological forms that cannot be destroyed, not even reformation can make us "better humans" and transspecies folk often have trouble masking all together. Neither of these groups have privlege, none of them are better than the other and none of them have privlege over the other - but the truth is that one has to put up with it everyday even if they don't want to and the other sometimes chooses to experience this for euphoria. We are not the same and I cannot agree that we are the same and that we need to join together under interchangeable terminology...

I'm gonna have to pass on that. We are building transspecies communities and here, you're either transspecies/xenosexed or you're not. It's not gatekeeping, it's declaring that we need communal stability before we start including every single person who asks nice enough. It's not out job to include you if you aren't transspecies, we cannot make guides for you, we cannot build your identity for you, we cannot tell you how to transspecies -

only that to be transspecies it must be transspecies, not a flicker of a feeling but something outside of your journey, something you didn't expose yourself too and something you can't get rid of. Intertwined in your flesh and veins, it must be something you don't even want to be, because in wanting it, you might forget that you have limited options for going beyond species.

That is all. Take my old man transspecies doomerism ...

[adhd-coyote]

Hello good day!

For the kissing prompt, would you mind doing “A kiss while one or both parties are crying” for Cody/Thorn(+Fox if you want!)

Bc your cuddle fic broke my brain in the best way and I need more

Hehehehe yessss my Cody/Thorn propaganda is working >:3

This one got a lot longer than I meant it to so I'm putting some of it under a cut

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The damn shuttle needed to move faster. Cody felt as if he was vibrating out of his armor. Little gods, he could barely fucking breathe.

They landed. Cody was off the shuttle before the doors even opened fully, and then he was the one who wasn’t moving fast enough. He needed to be there nownownow; he was moving too fucking slow. He cursed himself for not grabbing a speeder, but it was too late now, stopping to find one at this point would take longer than if he continued to run.

Closer… closer… closer…

There.

The Guard at the door let him through without a word. Cody didn’t need directions. He was as familiar with the Corrie HQ as he was with his own ship. And he still wasn’t moving fast enough-

Familiar footsteps caught up to him. "Cody."

"Fox." Cody only slowed enough to let Fox match his pace. "Is he-?"

Fox nodded. "He’ll be okay. Got out of bacta a few days ago, ventilator was taken off yesterday. Woken up a couple times since then."

That brought a small amount of relief, but Cody needed to see before he could even think about relaxing. He picked up his pace again, Fox hurrying to match him.

Medbay wasn't far now. Cody was half-sprinting by the time they reached the door, and only slowed down so they could actually open the door.

But when he stepped in, he froze.

Thorn was in a corner, half-obscured behind a curtain. He was asleep, as expected, surrounded by beeping monitors, an IV line trailing from his arm. They hadn't needed to cut his hair, thank the little gods, but it was tied up in a tight bun, not a single strand out of place.

'Small' was a word Cody never would have thought he'd use to describe Thorn. But it was what first came time mind, right then. Thorn looked... small.

Fox nudged him, startling him out of his thoughts. "C'mon, Cody. No use standing here."

Cody would have run, if a medic wouldn't have killed him for it. He still hurried, half-stumbling, over to Thorn's bed, Fox right behind him. Absently, Cody registered the sound of the curtain being pulled closed as he fumbled to get his bucket off and set it aside with shaking hands.

Thorn was alive. Thorn was here and safe and breathing and alive.

Cody had to lean on the bed to steady himself as his vision grew blurry. Fox pressed a hand to the small of his back, a silent support that Cody would have to thank him for later. Not now. Right now, he couldn't tear his eyes away from ThornThornThorn, who looked too small in his medbay bed, with his bun too neat and limbs too still-

Thorn made a noise and Cody froze, breath stuck in his throat. A twitch of lips, a scrunch in his brow, and then Thorn's eyes were fluttering open. Cody couldn't move, couldn't make a sound until Thorn's eyes settled on him and lit up.

"Cody." Thorn made grabby hands as best as he could, and of course Cody obliged, moving close enough to allow thorn to grab him and weakly tug him even closer.

"Hey, Thorn'ika." He offered a wobbly smile as he pressed into a brief Keldabe. "How're ya feeling?"

"Mm, kinda floaty. They got me on tha good stuff." Thorn tilted his face up to steal a kiss that had Cody melting. "Why're you cryin'?"

"Just happy to see you, cyar'ika." Cody stole another kiss, then pressed one to the bridge of his nose. "Missed you a lot."

Thorn hummed, a happy sound. "Missed you too. Y' never stay long enough. Fox agrees." At that, he frowned and shifted to look past Cody. "Where's Fox?"

"Right here." Fox pressed closer so Thorn could see him. Thorn's smile returned. "We're both right here."

"Good." Thorn nodded. "Tell Cody he's not allowed to leave this time."

Cody couldn't help but chuckle, wet and broken as it was. "How about this- I'll stay for as long as I can if you promise never to scare us like that again. Deal?"

"Hmmm..." Thorn pretended to consider it for a long moment before nodding. "Deal."

"I'm gonna hold both of you to that." Fox slid his hand into Cody's and squeezed.

Cody squeezed back, silent gratitude. "You better, Fox'ika."

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I love these three so fuckin much you have no idea <3

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