#i'm prepping for surgery in a couple of weeks

[dave-me0wstaine]

What kind of nicknames do you think Dave would call you? I just want me to praise me so bad ahhhhh

ooo i love this question!! so, i think this would change depending on his age. in his youth he's using typical ones like "baby", "babe", but as he gets older he starts using more tender ones, like "sweetheart". i think "honey" or "hun" is a constant one though!! i absolutely love using this nickname in my writings for him, it just seems the most like him, you know?

also!! for my bad boy! dave lovers, he definitely calls you cute little names like "pretty girl", "sweetness", "sweetheart", etc.

[autism-freaks]

I got my top surgery over 2.5.yrs ago and I wanted to share some tips for pre- and post-op care! I got a double mastectomy with free nipple grafts and I'm loving my results.

Pre-Op:

-If you smoke or vape, try to quit for as long as possible before your surgery date, ideally at least a couple months. Don't use nicotine while healing either. Nicotine constricts your blood vessels and this can impede healing. If you're getting nipple grafts like me, it can be the difference between the grafts healing successfully or falling off.

-for the love of all that is holy, FOLLOW YOUR SURGEONS EATING RESRTICTIONS BEFORE SURGERY. Anesthesia can cause you to regurgitate and aspirate, which can lead to pneumonia and be deadly. This is MUCH more likely if you eat food too soon before going under. If you get bad stomach issues like reflux, ask for anti-nausea meds to be given IV before you wake up. I almost aspirated right as I woke up even though I didn't eat beforehand bc of my acid reflux.

-You may want to make a lot of things more easily accessible to prepare for recovery. You'll want to be able to reach things like cups, bowls, silverware, medications, toiletries, clothing, etc easy to reach without having to reach above your shoulders.

-if you can, prep some comfort meals that are easy to reheat in the microwave or oven. This is especially helpful if you plan on being mostly self-sufficient during recovery.

-get plenty of loose-fitting button up shirts. They are by far the easiest thing to put on after top surgery.

Post-Op:

-if you want less visible scars, I HIGHLY recommend using silicone scar tape or silicone scar gel once your surgeon says it's ok. The tape is generally cheaper, reusable and washable by hand with soap and warm water. Two rolls lasted me my whole recovery and my scars are now barely visible. The gel is easier to apply and more sensory friendly, but more expensive. You can get both online.

-your chest will be swollen for up to a few weeks after surgery. This swelling may be assymetrical at first (mine was). Try to be patient and not pass any judgements on the quality of your results during this time. You can always get a revision after 6 months if you're still not happy with it, but don't freak out right away as things will take time to settle.

-your brain is adjusting to a major, sudden change to your body. It's okay if you feel some mixed emotions while you process this. Try to journal or talk about it with someone you trust. I know my brain does not cope well with change and while I never once regretted my surgery, it took a little bit of time to get used to my body looking different even if it's the way I wanted to look.

-make sure you empty your drains on time if you have them and keep your compression vest on. This will help you heal as best you can and reduce swelling.

-don't use heat or ice! Ice will restrict blood flow to areas that need blood flow to heal and heat can amplify swelling and inflammation.

-touch your chest along the length of your scars as much as you tolerably can. You will most likely have nerve damage from surgery and touching/massaging gently will help your nerves know how to re-grow and process sensation properly. I have pretty much full sensation in the center of my chest where I touch very often while the ends of my scars under my armpits (where I don't touch often) still have reduced sensation.

- Gently massaging your scars with two fingers once the scabs are healed can also help prevent knots and bumps in the scar tissue. Don't cause yourself pain, only do it if it's tolerable.

-FOLLOW ALL YOUR SURGEONS INSTRUCTIONS!! If they tell you to do something or not do other things, there is a good reason.

I'm also happy to answer asks and messages about my experience with getting top surgery! Take your time in deciding if this is right for you and know I love you all either way <3

[the-fiction-witch]

Wicked

Media The Artful Dodger (Pre show Release)

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

I stood doing a little prep work for this afternoon's surgery sorting the tools I'd need, making sure I had a good sharp needle, a good pile of rags when I heard the office door open.

"Dr Dawkins, Sir?" His voice spoke up

"Ummm? What is it?" I asked turning slightly to see my small excuse for an assistant boy, he had a name... I just, can't remember what it is.

"it appears we may be out of some tonics sir."

"Out?"

"Yes sir."

"You checked the back of the storeroom?"

"Yes sir. Nothing. only a few empty bottles of painkillers and chloroform."

"Christ." I sighed setting my work down "Alright. I'll deal with it. You prep everything else for the surgery this afternoon" I told him taking off my apron and grabbing my jacket as I headed out of the office and out of the house.

I went through town begrudgingly arriving at the little shop with a dusty blue shop front and the painted lettering 'Y/l/n's' I sighed and opened the door heading inside the pharmacy, seeing the back wall littered with Tronics and potions, a cabinet of various items and her.

She stood behind the counter working on something inside a pestle and mortar with an apron over her long grey dress. She glanced up as the bell on the door tolled and immediately we were at odds with one another.

"Well. If it isn't the town Butcher" She said

"Big talk from the town witch" I snapped back

"Sociopath"

"Craven"

"Madman"

"crazy girl"

"What do you want Dawkins?" she glared "Or have you just come to cause me trouble?" She asked taking the powder she had been grinding and weighing it out on her scale adjusting it slightly

"I need some stuff. I have surgery this afternoon, It's a full leg amputation I'm going to need cleansing water, painkillers, a blood thinner, and likely some cloro and my storerooms out" I explained

"I see," she said taking her now-weighed powder and adding it to her small pill press slowly forming the powered into pressed tablets "That sounds like quite the problem"

"you know I can't do the surgery without them"

"No no that would be a terrible idea. Esspcaily for your white shirt" she giggled as she worked

"Do you have any in stock?"

"I might."

"Y/n" I complained "I need it for my surgery he'll be arriving in an hour"

"Ohh my, that's cutting it very close"

"Y/n. will you sell me the damn stuff." I told her and she glared "...Please"

“I suppose if it's an utter emergency I suppose I could spare a bottle or two” she smirked “if you beg”

“I'm not begging you. If rather just buckle belt the guy down then beg you”

“Suit yourself Dawkins” She shrugs

I grit my teeth and rolled my eyes doing my best not to be a dick “Please y/n. Please.”

“I can't hear you”

“Please y/n!”

“I don't know, how badly do you need it”

“Please y/n. I need it and you're my only option” I sighed

“Little louder?” She giggled “I couldn't hear that “

“I need it and you're my only option”

“And I'd say you're a pretty foolish boy for forgetting it” She smiled wickedly “Would you say so? Foolish boy?’

‘yes.” I sighed

“Yes, what?”

“I am foolish”

“And all together now”

“Please y/n you're my only option and I badly need it… and I am a foolish boy for not getting it sooner so can you please sell me the stuff?”

“Alright” she smiled fetching the things I needed from around her shop setting them on the counter between us and adding things up on her till "That will be sixteen dollars" 

"sixteen- What! That's ludicrous!" 

"Such are the prices, Doctor" 

"How did you work that out?"

"Well we have all the items added together, then the bag charge as you can't carry all this just in your pockets doctor" she giggled "and then we have the emergency tax that's an extra ten per cent, Then the interrupting me tax, then the non-sale we're having this week where all times are actually ten per cent up their usual price, and of course the typical bottle fee's, cork fee's, air tax and the extra add a zero button because it's you doctor" She explained 

"Even so that doesn't add right. That bottle says fifteen pence right on the label!" I argued 

and her response to that was to take the label off the bottle and throw it behind her "Now it doesn't" 

"And bottle tax! I returned all your bottles last I was here"

"You did, but they weren't clean"

"Yes, they were. I boiled them myself"

"One had a spot on it"

"if it had a spot on it, it had a spot on it when you gave it to me" 

"Sixteen Dollars Dr Dawkins or get out of my shop"

"Fine. You wicked little thing" I complained getting my money

"I call it being a good businesswoman" She smiled 

"Shit. I've only got twelve" 

"Ohh my, what a shame guess no drugs for you"

"Y/n I need them"

"And I need to charge"

"I'll pay you the rest next week"

"I've heard that before"

"Y/n this is insane"

"Sixteen dollars or get out."

"All alright I'll let you borrow my tools without charge next time"

"Any tools I need?"

"....yes." I sighed

" So twelve dollars and free tool borrowing?"

"Only one tool y/n"

"you're still short."

"...and the usual."

"Alright" she smiled taking my dollar coins and putting everything into a bag for me "I want my tool borrowed in writing"

"Fine" I sighed I took her note and wrote her a pass for a free tool borrowing which she happily took before she jumped the counter went to the door locked it and turned the sign to closed 

"Come on then Doctor" she giggled heading into the back so I slipped my jacket off and followed her into the back store room shutting the door behind me, she sat herself up on a cleared self so I went over to stand between her legs "so? I haven't got all day"

"Alright" I smirked pulling her into an intense kiss, as usual, our kiss was angry, and frustrating as we often were with each other but that only made it more aggressive and entertaining, we made out heavily for a few minutes my hands often taking grips of her hips, her ass and at times her breasts but she usual slapped my hands off if I tried to get at them anymore then just running my hand over them she grabbed my pants by the hem to tug me closer to her so I happily undid them for her as she tugged up her own dress until it was completely around her waist I pulled my erection out and stroked myself a few times before we moved and adjusted until I was inside her "Fuck-"

"Best hurry you have surgery later" she giggled 

"Don't tell me what to do" I warned her holding her hips as I started my thrusts she giggled biting on my neck as I got faster and faster doing my best not to reveal how good it felt given it would only amuse her and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction and she didn't either but I know her well enough to know as she bites her lips and gasps quickly when she's close I knew I was close holding her tightly doing my best not to make any noise but she grabbed my shirt tight and tightened herself around me as she reached her orgasm "Fuck-" I groaned pulling out and finishing across her dress resting my hands on the wall and trying to get my breath back "You wicked little thing" 

"Absolutely Doctor" she giggled fixing her dress and heading off back to the main shop I calmed down and followed her out getting my jacket and everything I needed for surgery and the store room "Have a good day" she smiled

"Thank you, you too," I told her taking my stuff and heading back home.

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Yeah it's prob bc bitching in omegaverse, as just stated in the au thought, is pretty taboo bc of how entangled it is with alphas usually doing it to degrade someone

It's different bc wednesday is a willing participant

Less of surgery and more of physical therapy I suppose?? Like prepping yourself for smth

Aight, line break bc this shit gets NSFW. Here's the link to the og post

It starts with the diet.

The idea was to feed the body as if preparing for pregnancy, giving it everything an omega would want to consume if they were trying to conceive. The same foods and vitamins that can help push an omega towards pregnancy can also help support the bitching process for a beta or alpha.

Prenatal vitamins were a must. For those bitching someone against their will, they would often find ways to slip them into their food or switch them out with their regular vitamins. But since wednesday was bitching herself, shs didn’t have to stop there.

So she'd eat more dairy, lean meat, complex carbs, yams and berries etc etc

Next, we got the genitalia. Beta's don't exclude slick in this universe so Wednesday would need to get used taking something if she wishes to couple with Enid. Sure there's the natural lubricant when one is afab but sometimes that isn't enough considering that beta's aren't built for alphas..

Yeah, you get where I'm going with this

But it isn't just that, everytime she would need to do this she'd need to have Enid's scent on her so her body would associate finishing to her alpha. This could Kickstart smth akin to the heat that omegas could get into whenever around the alpha they like

This is where enid doesn't need to know part comes in because she simply needs Enid scent, not Enid herself. Not surprising for Wednesday to straight up steal the alpha's clothes.

They're in college in the au, seeing as I based it off the scent blind au and have seperste rooms, it's not new for wednesday to hole herself up in her own safe space

But now that Wednesday got those two steps out of the way, she now needs to get into Enid's den. The alpha didn't even need to be there and considering how they both have different class schedules, it was so easy for wednesday to sneak into the room

Now, you're prob asking why tf does Wednesday need to be in Enid's den? It's bc now that her body is rather used to thinking of enid whenever she finishes, it will start to biologically yearn for the alpha too

Is Wednesday deadass making herself grow smth akin to omega instincts for Enid? Yes.

Told you she's crazy

She would need to spend several hours in the den, enough to make her own body yearn for a strong but absent alpha's presence, enough to stimulate the making of pheromones specifically designed to attract this particular alpha

Nothing sexual had to be done in this part, Wednesday simply had to daydream and enjoy Enid's bed while surrounded by her scent

So she does this, for weeks.

And since beta's don't produce a scent, guess who's none the wiser?

Yeah that's right, Enid.

But wait a sec, after a few months Enid would scrunch her nose for a moment and tug at her blanket. For some reason, something felt off.

Maybe she was close to her rut? It'd explain why she was sweating so much recently. Damn late bloomer things..

And so the three steps continue for months

Until one day, Enid smells something enticing from somewhere in the house. It's confusing, because it's strong enough to make the alpha drool for a moment before she slapped herself into her senses

Was there someone in heat in her house?? Enid got worried, slipping off her shoes and fretting around the place. Maybe Wednesday brought someone over and it escalated? The image leaves a sour taste in the blonde's mouth and she goes straight to the source

The door to Wednesday's room is cracked ajar and there's this sound, of something wet and slick echoing inside.

Enid isnt a fool, she knows what it is but.. She has to ask, maybe make sure?? Honestly it's getting a bit harder to think but like normal, Enid grasps at the handle and knocks

She breathes heavily, hoping that it'd calm her dowm down but it didn't help. If anything it has the alpha biting at her lip bc fuck, her fangs popped out

Shit, this is getting bad. She needs to leave else she does something she regrets.

"Enid," a breathless voice calls from the room.

And well something stirs in Enid's stomach, something primal and like a switch has been flipped, the blond pushes the door open to step inside

Wednesday smiles

Seems like degenerate Wednesday got what she wanted in the end, for Enid to consider her as her omega

Then again, instincts are wild and now that Wednesday knows that Enid's alpha will only think of her as her omega no matter what, she can be satisfied because yknow how Wednesday is

Good for her I suppose, wonder how Enid is taking it. And yknow what's funny? Idk if my hints have been pretty obvious but enid was willing to date Wednesday regardless of whether she's a beta or not

She can be just like her parents bc when she loves, she wants it to be as all consuming as they make her feel

It's only right after all, for her devotion to be repaid in full

[cbrownjc]

So this is just a quick note that I've been a bit sick these past two weeks, which is why I haven't been around. Also, I'm going to have minor surgery this week (in prep for a major surgery later) so I might be quiet during much of this month as well.

I have a couple of asks in my inbox that I will answer, but it will be some time before I answer them, okay? 👍🏾

[she-karev]

The Pregnant Resident (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Previous Chapter Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Four

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 19 Episode 2

AN: Happy Fourth of July guys! I hope you have a good day and enjoy this chapter. The final two chapters will be posted tomorrow and Saturday.

Warning: Some smut in the end.

Summary: Amber works at the pit where she finds it difficult to do her job while pregnant but persists and gets annoyed by Yasuda who was sent to help her at Alex’s request. At lunch she and Andrew go to the on-call room to have a moment alone.

Words: 3118

September 12th, 2022

Amber moves her feet around as she stands due to how swollen they are but focuses on the patient in the bed with a bandaged ankle. She examined the injury and is about to diagnose it to the young lady.

“Okay the ultrasound shows no broken bones so it’s your standard sprained ankle.” Amber groans a bit putting her hand against her own back as it flares up.

The woman looks at her concerned, “Are you okay? You look ready to have a baby right here.”

Amber nods, “Yeah, I’m fine. Already your just gonna ice it for the next 12 hours, be on bed rest for the next week and take ibuprofen for the pain, I’ll write you a prescription and send it to the pharmacy of your choosing.”

Amber pulls her pen out of her front pocket, but it falls with a clatter to the floor beside the bed. The youngest Karev sighs knowing the task ahead of her and how much she hates it. She bends down to reach for the pen, but her giant belly makes it impossible for her to reach. The patient looks on not knowing what to do since her ankle is sprained. Amber stands back up with a sigh.

“Forget it the pen lives there now.”

“I got it.” Alex Karev bends down with ease and picks up the pen handing it to Amber who quickly writes the prescription, hands it to the patient and walks away with her brother next to her.

“You know that is exactly why I carry at least 10 pens with me, show off.”

Alex chuckles leaning against the nurse’s station with Amber who updates the chart, “Most people would say thank you.”

“When have I ever striked you as ‘most people’?”

“Never.”

“Exactly and what are you doing here? I don’t remember calling a peds consult.” Amber’s mind jumps to a theory, “Did my husband send you down here to spy on me?”  

“I wouldn’t dream of getting in the middle of a fight between you two.” Alex states flatly, “Altman has me here to observe Hunt while he does procedures.”

“I thought you had three surgeries for today?”

Alex groans, “I do but apparently watching Hunt while he suffers and Teddy smiling at it takes precedence. It’s either me or having the patients complain about the happy couple fighting again.”

“Lucky you.” Amber says sarcastically.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Alex sees Amber stretch her neck clearly tired and in pain, “There’s this thing called maternity leave, you should look into it.”

Amber rolls her eyes, “There’s too many patients and not enough residents, I’ll take my leave in a couple of weeks.”

Alex nods but is still concerned for her, “Are you sure your okay?”

“I have to pee every five minutes; my breasts feel like their gonna explode with one poke and the baby only sleeps when her daddy reads one of my thrillers to her.” Amber coldly states before smiling and flipping her hair back like a model, “But I am glowing right?”

Alex grins, “Radiant. I’ll come back to check on you later.”

“Please don’t.” Amber orders before her brother leaves to observe Hunt.

Alex knocks outside the door of the exam room and sees Owen Hunt and Mika Yasuda helping a man on the bed while Teddy Altman is observing.

“Hey, I thought I was gonna observe him?”

“I’ll take you over Dr. Altman if that’s an option.” Owen bitterly states, causing Teddy to glare at him.

“Do I need to remind you why I'm here, Dr. Hunt?” Alex and Mika look uncomfortable from the ensuing fight.

Owen retorts back as he preps the ultrasound, “Well, it's been about 10 minutes since the last time, so, sure, knock yourself out.”

The patient Harold looks at all of them confused, “Are you all doctors?”

Owen addresses his wife, “Teddy, this is just an ultrasound.”

“So then it should go quick.” Teddy approaches the patient and his wife, “Hi, I'm Dr. Altman.”

Mika answers Harold’s question, “Yes, we are all doctors.”

“And you're all necessary?” He asks causing Alex to speak up.

“I’m not I gotta get back to the peds floor.”

“Sorry my wife wasted your time.” Owen says obviously to insult Teddy causing Alex to walk out of the room quickly.

Mika rushes to Alex after excusing herself from observing Dr. Hunt who is treating a patient while Altman observes and belittles him. She had enough of it as she looked for a way out and saw it when Alex walked in.

“Dr. Karev?”

Alex stops and looks at the young intern, “What is it Yasuda? Make it quick.”

“I can't work for Dr. Hunt because it means you're also working for Dr. Altman, which means you're working for velociraptors.” Mika elaborates to Alex’s annoyance, “They're vicious, can snap in an instant, but there is a mind-game component going on between those two that is so deep, it might destroy all of civilization.”

“You call that quick?”

“Can I be on your service instead of Dr. Hunt’s?” Mika pleads.

“No, I already have a resident.” Alex turns to leave when an idea goes off in his head that might be good for his sister who is clearly suffering in silence. He turns back to Yasuda, “You can’t be on my service, but you can be on my sisters, Amber DeLuca.” The intern looks hopeful, “You’ll be by her side and help her lessen her load by taking half her patients and going to her if you have questions.”

Mika sighs in relief, “Thank you so much sir.”

Alex presses his lips together knowing his sister too well, “Don’t thank me yet Yasuda. Go to the pit I’m sure the Hunt’s won’t notice if you’re missing.”

Yasuda runs straight to the pit where she finds Amber sitting behind the station working on charts on the desktop. She hurriedly approaches the pregnant resident already looking forward to working with her instead of Owen Hunt.

“Hi Dr. DeLuca, I’m Mika Yasuda the new intern here.”

“I know who you are.” Amber tells her blankly from her spot not bothering to look up, “What do you want? I’m busy in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I’ve been reassigned to your service.” Amber looks up with narrow eyes that intimidate Yasuda who clears her throat, “Your brother told me to help you in case you were struggling. Which I don’t think you are you seem very competent even at your state. Not that pregnant women are weak I think all pregnant women are strong and protective and glowing and-”

“Stop.” Amber orders and Mika closes her mouth obeying, “If I give you an assignment will you stop this rambling that is grossing out my baby?”

“Yes ma’am, I mean doctor.”

“Fine.” Amber holds up the almost empty Tum’s bottle, “I bought this on my way to work this morning, I need you to get me more antacids, so my chest doesn’t feel like it’s on fire and my stomach doesn’t feel so tied up.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to take that many.” Amber glares at her causing Mika to gulp, “But what do I know? Antacids it is, anything else while I’m out?”

Amber thinks for a moment, “My lunch break is about to start, and the baby hates the cafeteria food. Go across the street to the Mexican food truck out front and get us chicken tacos, beef tacos and three meat tacos with lots of onions on the side.”

Mika looks alarmed, “I don’t think street meat is gonna help with the indigestion.”

Amber clasps her hands together and gives Yasuda a look that makes her take back her words, “Lots of onions got it.”

Yasude moves to exit the pit as Amber yells out, “And a ginger ale!”

“Got it!” Amber exhales content in her chair and sees a nurse giving her a look that pisses the pregnant woman off.

“What?” The nurse looks away when being called out, “Yeah that’s right lady no fetus, no opinion.”

Lunch

Andrew watches in shock as his wife chugs her ginger ale with a plate that once had three tacos empty after just five minutes of them sitting down. Amber soundly gulps her drink not noticing Andrew’s face in their two-person table in the corner of the cafeteria. After finishing the soda Amber loudly exhales content and full.

She sees the wide eyes on Andrew’s face, “What?”

“You just devoured an entire plate of tacos in less than five minutes. I don’t if I should be impressed or scared.”

“Hey when your baby wants street meat she demands street meat.” Amber reaches over and picks out a French fry from Andrew’s tray and eats it, “At least there’s one good side to having an overbearing brother who assigns an intern just to babysit you. Maybe I can get Yasuda to set up the nursery next.”

Andrew grins amused, “How’s the new job going?”

“Oh, so good I’ve already got them peeing in their scrubs.”

“I bet. How’s the baby?”

Amber sighs rubbing her pregnant belly, “She’s fine, she’s having a great nap while I treat patients who are more concerned about me going into labor in front of them than being treated for their injuries.”

“Can you blame them? The scrubs don’t exactly hide it.”

Amber grins at that, “So I heard that one of the college roommates are patient zero for an unknown illness. Are you working that case?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to go over similar cases over the years and sent Dr. Riley a list of the symptoms and pictures while the interns get deep into the books. I mean I have seen strange things in this hospital but septic shock due to bad rice is something new.”

“It makes me wish I was assigned to the OR instead.” Amber wipes her mouth with a napkin before deciding to change the subject, “Okay let’s get to the on-call room while we’re still on our break so we can have sex.”

Andrew is taken back by the sudden change and looks at Amber with wide eyes, “Where did that come from? I’m not complaining but that was a lightning-fast change from how you were five seconds ago.”

Amber shrugs, “The stupid hormones change my mood by the minute. One minute I’m hungry and the next I’m horny, it’s best to just ride it out before it passes.” Amber stands up, “You coming?”

Andrew eagerly nods, “Yeah absolutely yes.”

Amber walks away as Andrew takes a big bite of his sandwich before following her to the nearest on-call room where she shuts the door before turning to her husband and pulling him in for a kiss. Andrew holds Amber’s hips as he kisses her while her gorging belly stands between them, but it doesn’t stop them from going at each other like animals in heat.

Andrew moans against Amber’s mouth as her hands snake under his scrub top grazing his torso, “God I love the stupid hormones.”

Amber pulls back with a smile, “That makes one of us.” Amber resumes kissing him before taking his scrub top off exposing his rippled physique to her that she explores with her hands while kissing him deeply. She then pushes him to lie back in the single bed where he smiles in lust as she climbs up on top of him.

Andrew handles her very carefully holding her hips as she kisses him while straddling him. Their tongues overlap each other while Amber’s hands travel from his face to his neck and gradually trail down his torso causing him to moan at her gentle hands brushing against his skin. She finally reaches his bottoms ready to untie them when a knock on the door causing them to groan at the interruption and break apart.

Mika Yasuda’s voice is heard outside the door, “Dr. DeLuca I need you to come with me so you can observe Dr. Hunt while he diagnoses Mr. Peters while I observe him diagnosing him. Can you come out?”

Amber frowns at the annoying intern and faces her husband who looks pained by the bad timing, “Ignore her, she’ll go away.” Amber whispers to him.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Andrew whispers back before pulling her back toward him to kiss her and moans more softly as she unties his scrub bottom waist string. He is about to help her take them off when another knock interrupts them and another voice is heard.

“DeLuca, I know you’re in there Yasuda saw you go in two minutes ago.” The couple register it as Owen Hunt who sounds annoyed, “I hate to do this to you, but I need someone aside from my wife to interfere in my work and you annoy me less so come on out!”

“I am gonna kill him!” Amber says frustrated before getting off him so she can handle the intrusions.

Andrew tries to call her off to no avail, “No Amber wait.”

Amber ignores him and opens the door wide open causing Hunt and Yasuda to look on in shock at who answered the door and DeLuca on the bed shirtless sitting up on his elbows clearly embarrassed.

Amber ignores the stares and gets to the point, “No Hunt, Dr. DeLuca cannot observe you while you do subpar procedures because he is busy trying to give his pregnant wife an orgasm. So go find Altman, suck it up and stop bothering us or your gonna have another angry blonde to deal with during work, got it?!” She slams the door in their faces before they even answer, and she turns to face her husband who looks at her frightened and slightly turned on.

Amber exhales before calming down and asking her husband, “Where were we?”

Andrew pops his mouth, “I think you were about to take off my pants.”

“Right thanks for the reminder.” Amber resumes kissing her husband as she straddles him while he gently holds her above him.

Thirty Minutes Later

Simone Griffith stands outside the on-call room waiting for the door to open so she can use the room to sleep. She rolls her eyes at the couple in there who are clearly using the room for private time evident by the male and female moans coming from the other side as well as the thumping.

Lucas Adams and Benson Kwan walk up to her also looking for some rest but the sight of her outside makes Blue groan.

“Don’t tell me.”

“It’s locked.” Simone answers.

Lucas looks up at the ceiling, “Well are they sleeping or…?” The sounds of Amber and Andrew moaning inside answer his question, “Do people ever just sleep in there?”

“After maybe.” Simone sighs.

“Who’s in there anyway?” Kwan asks.

“The DeLuca’s.” Kwan looks confused causing Simone to explain, “The pregnant Dr. DeLuca is married to guy Dr. DeLuca.”

Kwan looks perplexed at another married couple in the hospital, “I know we don’t have lives outside this hospital but so far I’m wondering if there’s a wedding chapel for the doctors here based on how many of them are married to each other.”

“And how many rooms they occupy.” Simone bitterly says before giving up, “Forget it the chair inside the supply closet is comfortable. Let’s go before she catches us and makes us do scut until she gives birth.” The three of them walk away from the outside of the door.

Later

Amber stretches her neck in satisfaction as she sits up under the covers in her black tank top while Andrew jumps off the bed in his underwear and pulls up his navy scrub bottoms. Despite their recent powwow both spouses are ready to head back to work.

Andrew smiles at his good fortune today as he pulls up his pants, “Have I mentioned how much I love the hormones?”

Amber grabs her scrub top from the floor still sitting on the single bed, “You mentioned it and I secretly lashed out at you for it because you’re not the one growing a person inside your body and feeling more disgusting by the minute.”

Andrew grins at that, “You look beautiful. We wouldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t find you as sexy as I did six months ago.”

“Six months ago, I could still see my feet.” Amber reminds him as she puts her top on and grabs her bottoms from the bed while her husband sits next to her holding his scrub top. He looks at her concerned knowing despite her bravado she’s tired.

“You know I can get Qadri to take over the pit while you rest. I’m sure you need it after the marathon we just did.”

Amber pulls her bottom on and raises an eyebrow at her overbearing husband, “You’re not looking to rest either.”

“Yes, but I’m the only one in this room who can see my feet.” Andrew teases causing Amber to playfully smack his arm, “Seriously I’m sure Qadri and Parker wouldn’t mind giving you a few hours to nod off. It’s the perk of you being the chief resident.”

Amber pulls out a beef jerky stick from her bottoms and chomps off a piece chewing as she speaks, “Being the chief resident means you never take a break unless you want your interns to kill people and you get blamed for it. And with this class the odds of them causing an accidental overdose while I look away for five seconds are alarmingly high. You wouldn’t understand because you had me as a resident when you were the chief, and I was practically a god send.”

Andrew grins at that, “Well aside from you I had not so god sent residents to look after. It took everything in me not to drown myself in the paperwork or be sent to jail for murdering Schmitt.”

Amber slowly gets off the bed and stands up with a groan, “And now the baton has been passed down to me I gotta get back to the pit before Hunt and Altman use the patients as human shields for their next fight. And don’t worry I have Yasuda to help until she pisses me off and I send her home crying.”

Andrew sighs putting his top on as he stands in front of Amber, “Promise me you will call a resident to take over once you feel like passing out. Please.”

“I will now I have to go; I’ll see you at the pit.” Amber kisses her husband before waddling out of the room while her husband watches her in worry as she closes the door behind her.

Next Chapter Here

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Yo La Tengo - Radio 3, Barcelona, Spain, April 1995

Can it be that I'm finally seeing Yo La Tengo again this weekend? Twice?!!! It's been way too long since the band made it out to my part of the world �� and even these shows were delayed from last year due to Georgia Hubley's knee surgery. But if the various tapes of YLT's 2023 Hanukkah run tell me anything, Georgia is as powerful (if not more powerful) than ever. Big Days Coming!

“If anyone’s tempted to go to both nights, I guarantee they will be extremely different from a song-choice perspective,” Ira Kaplan told the Boulder Weekly this week. “Except for perhaps a couple songs from This Stupid World, we likely won’t repeat any of the old songs. We’re going to treat Boulder and Fort Collins like one long night at two locations.”

Hell yeah. It's been awhile since I did two nights in a row with Yo La Tengo ... I did it in NYC in 1997 ... and I did it in Santa Monica in 1995. (Holy christ, I am old.) As a little prep, let's listen to two songs from Spanish radio back in '95 — just Georgia and Ira and an acoustic guitar here, sounding perfect, as they play stripped-down versions of the Electr-O-Pura faves "The Ballad of Red Buckets" and "Blue Line Swinger." Here it comes again ...

[madhatterplushies]

Some worms as picture tax for a little update

Hal-con was good! Overall sales were good though I was hoping for a little more tbh 😅 I sacrificed 2 days during crunch time for stickers and we sold a handful but that did mean a few things didn't get finished in time and likely contributed to the lower final sales 💔

Spent the last couple days mostly asleep and recovering from the con lol but I also got some amazing news yesterday:

My top surgery will be next week!!

Since Im local and self-employed, the surgeon called me up when they had a sudden opening and I'll be going in late next week :D

I'm not 100% sure how this will affect my shop restock and other things but I'm thinking I'll try and get some things prepped up that I can still finish during recovery if I have the energy. I imagine a lot of time will be sleeping and chilling though 😴

[hiveswap]

apologies if this is overly familiar but your ovarian cyst saga has me wheezing because I'm getting my uterus out in a couple weeks and I've been prepping for the surgery so when I saw your post my first reaction was "damn I can't believe tumblr user hiveswap beat me to it"

Ajdhshfbifj THANKFULLY they didnt take the whole thing but they did take half an ovary with the cyst bc of course they did. Also good luck!! Make sure to hide your valueables at the hospital because someone stole my earrings while i was under

[asirensrage]

Surgery tomorrow! I hope you all like what I have scheduled and prepped this week! I don't know how long I'll have to avoid screens (might be a couple days, might be the whole week), so if you could reblog my fics for me while I'm gone, I'd appreciate it! Especially since I won't be able to reblog any of the upcoming things until I get back...

Thanks everyone! I hope you guys have a great week ahead! <3

[captainsquality]

GUESS WHO'S GETTING SURGERY!!

It's me! Wow! I'm getting a hysterectomy in a couple of months; to be clear, this is a very very good thing, and not happening bc of anything like illness.

I switched from injections to topical testosterone for my HRT about a year and a half ago and while that has been MUCH easier for me in some ways(I have a needle phobia so shot day was always a Whole Event) , one thing that has SUCKED A LOT has been my body resuming its regular Shark Week Broadcast.

Which is a huge problem even beyond just the matter of dysphoria. My body's werewolf cycles have always been immensely drawn out, heavy and painful, and I am not exaggerating when I say they basically suck half of each month away from me. Bless my physician for getting the referral in for me tbh!

I'm nervous ofc- it still feels kind of like being in a dream sequence that I'm getting to take this step at ALL- but I've had my consultation and my surgeon's worked with other trans guys before so she was able to provide some extra info that was more relevant to my experience. This is also the biggest medical procedure I'll have ever had, but my body is garbage enough in general that I've had plenty of experience with a lot of the necessary prep and leadup stuff and that makes it easier.

Wish me luck! I really truly hope I can sorta dig out of my rotting log as this proceeds bc the whole HALF THE MONTH GONE thing is a big part of why I've been so absent/MIA this year. here's hoping!!

[meg2md]

Vyvanse: ON. Lol. Played 1-1.5 h Coral Island this morning, switched to literature review for my meeting tomorrow, EASY. I've made decent progress but wish I'd started sooner... there's a wealth of information specifically on benign gynecologic surgery that I didn't see when I did a first pass on my nights block. Maybe I wasn't using the right key words? Anyway, I found a couple articles someone in my residency sent me and now I'm deep in the citation goldmine... so we'll see how long this takes me to finish. No one ever formally taught me how to do an actual, good literature review besides a REALLY BRIEF introduction my M3 year, so I'm probably doing this very inefficiently... but it will get done, so that's that. I worked on it for about 2 h already, but still have a decent way to go today.

At some point I need to switch gears and work on my other tasks: prepping for PBLI tomorrow, which I 100% forgot about until this morning, and prepping Family Planning and my continuity clinics, + clinic reading. :') And less time-sensitive, but I need to start getting shit together for my MIGS video, actually make med student surgical skills a thing, do some prep for med student workshops at JF Day, and compile my resources for the ResidencyCAS webinar I did a few weeks ago.

I say this all the time but it's honestly stupid how effective the Vyvanse is at home. At work I barely notice it. And to be fair, even at home without it, my baseline drive is enough that I'd probably get SOME things done, but I'd be exhausted and half as productive. Like, I've literally been doing literature review and other miscellaneous academic tasks since 1040 (it's 2 PM) and even cleaned my apt a little bit to prep the Roomba to run. Normally one of three things would happen: 1) that'd be IT, I'd be TAPPED OUT, 2) I'd have done half as much literature review in the same amount of time, or 3) I'd struggle to even start because I'd be addicted to the dopamine rush my video games give me, and I'm on a research block and I can always work on it ~tomorrow~

Incredible what it's like to have my neurotransmitter imbalances treated

[cas-coding]

"don't get your panties in a twist, darlin'," bobby says, rolling his eyes at whatever dumbass thing dean has just said, and dean knows he doesn't mean it like that, he knows, but everyone he's met means it like that, and sometimes he thinks sam means it like that, and it's not fair.

it's not fair those words carry more meaning to him than they do to anyone else.

sam must see it on his face, then, because he's shooting a look that shuts bobby right up, slapping a hand on dean's shoulder. "hey," sam says, his voice tiptoeing on sympathetic, "we should prep more salt shells for it either way. get out of bobby's hair while he figures out what we're gonna eat, yeah?"

dean hates that he just nods along, numb to it all. he can't change anything; he's already changed enough about himself, and he's sure as hell not going back, so what way is there to make them more comfortable with him?

he's not the type to beg for some doctor to give him testosterone, the reliance would only make it worse, make it harder for him to get his job done. he'd thought about the surgery, but the recovery time is several weeks, several weeks of people dying because he was selfish enough to fix something that most people don't even think is wrong with him.

the basement door creaks open and sam's footsteps sound out in front of him, jolting dean back to the reality where he's supposed to be helping sammy instead of getting lost in his own head.

"you alright?" sam asks, looking up at dean's figure at the top of the stairs, tilting his head just a bit, like he'll be able to read dean's thoughts.

dean sighs and clomps down the wooden stairs, each creaking under his weight. "would you even be askin' if i was born with a dick?" he shoots back, shoving past sam at the bottom of the staircase, his anger bubbling up inside him.

"woah," sam laughs, trying to take the weight out of it. "you know you're my brother, i'm just worried about you, dean. you went all freaky quiet up there."

"yeah, well, next time one of you decide it's funny to make a joke about the fact that i wasn't born 'your brother', i'm going to fucking shoot myself, so cut it the fuck out."

it takes dean a moment to realize what he's said, the basement falling gravely quiet around them. he shouldn't joke about it, shouldn't think it's funny that he carries around a gun for himself, banking on its final blood being that of its owner. a couple times, he'd toyed with the ideas, loaded and unloaded it until his hands cramped, deciding he was too tired to pull the trigger.

"dean," sam whispers, and there's that pity, that sinking, deep pity, the thing dean had been avoiding. "i'm sorry. we don't think about it sometimes. it's not because you're trans, honest to whatever god is out there. bobby sees you as his son as much as he sees me as his son, promise, and he probably doesn't even realize that's more offensive to you than me. i can talk to him?" sam offers, shrugging.

"no, don't."

"what do you want me to do then?" sam fires back, instantly taking a step back. "fuck, i'm sorry. i just, shit, you don't get it, do you? we really don't give a shit that your voice isn't all deep or whatever, and we really don't give a shit that your chest isn't completely flat. you're the one who's making all this up, writing this narrative that we hate you for it, all in your own head. we love you, dean, and we don't give a shit that you weren't born with that name. honest."

and in that moment, it doesn't matter; no matter what dean is, he's just glad he's got a body to hug his brother with.

[baladric]

a phalloplasty and any other surgery isn't "body horror" what the fuck is wrong with you

listen buddy, as a guy who endured three months of intrusive voices telling me my nipples were going to fall off like pepperonis post-top surgery, i think i'm allowed to say i got the heeby jeebies from looking at images of surgically removed flaps of skin while researching another gender affirming surgery i want very much to have. being creeped out by the process doesn't mean i scorn the results (i don't)—and frankly i really wish the upsetting parts of surgery and post-op life were discussed like... at all. the month following top surgery was the scariest month of my life, and i was in no way prepared for that fear bc people only ever discuss the joy and the relief and the freedom. those feelings are with me now, but it took weeks for them to kick in—after the drains were gone, after i could shower again, after i could get out of the binder that still reeked of iodine—and that made me feel like i had done something wrong. where was my joy? where was my relief? why was i so totally consumed by fear and my internal writer likening the raw red lines in my chest to crepe paper that would tear in a stiff breeze? i felt very, very alone, and in prepping my mind for the idea of this next one, i am going to be vocal about my fear in the hope of finding other people who've been there and can help me through the terror next time. because i'm a human made of meat, and experiencing the visceral nature of that meat is deeply frightening.

so anyway! enjoy yr day, anon, maybe take a couple deep breaths before you open salvos at trans ppl about their bodies next time!

[extraclevermongoose]

I have my third laparoscopy/yearly endometriosis growth harvest a week from today, and that doesn't really bother me. But it is my first time in the hospital since nearly dying in childbirth and I'm worried I'm gonna flip shit as soon as they put in the IV. It's an easy outpatient procedure and I will be home within 4 hours. But I still hear the warning alarms from the machines in my nightmares. I've been to the ER a couple times since and once had an IV but those were different from being admitted for a whole-ass surgery and having to get all the prep done on me.

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 3/7/2023

What even was last week? I don't know. It's gone now. I spent a lot of time putting medicine in my dog. The children had a three-day weekend. (The dog is recovering very well from her surgery, thank you all for your kind wishes).

I continue to write sentences. This fanfic. I don't know. Remember when I said I expected it to be between 5 and 10k? Well, it's over 12k now. Granted, a couple hundred words of that is working-scrap text that'll get deleted when I get a few of the scenes finished up. On the other hand, it's not done. This is not one of those fanfics that has such a sophisticated thing as a plot, so it's just... whatever I put into it, but I would like it to have some sort of narrative progression, and I'm not even sure I'm there yet. Have I even told you what it's about? I don't think I have. It's about the two weeks Rukia and Renji spent at the  District 70 Consolidated Shinigami Recruitment Station, waiting for approval to travel north to take their entrance exams. It's weird and rambly and it's kind of a break-up story and there's a old dude shinigami who noped out of the Gotei who teaches them a bunch of world-buildy stuff that I made up. I usually don't mind when my stories go long, because usually my writing is funny or at least enjoyable to read, but I am really questioning whether anyone wants to read 12k worth of Renruki doing SAT prep. Truly, I am in my weird art era.

I was able to tally up what I think is left to do, which is as follows:

4 partially written scenes I need finish

2 scenes to port over from the original story (how have I not done this yet???)

6 scenes to write completely

3 more optional scenes

Anything else i come up with in the interim

Edit edit edit edit edit

This seems like about two weeks of work, but I'm sure it's more like three, and maybe more than that. I'm kind of counting it to all magically come together in the end, but I think it may need a little more work than that. I'm also mentally preparing myself for a longer trip to the beta than usual. I can see my way to the end, though, and that's pretty exciting! I even have a title! I've thought about giving you some preview bits, but I think it's still a little too early for that. Maybe next week!

Ahhhh, also this week I started writing a porno. I'm sorry. You know how it is. The urge hits and I grab catch the wave or it just passes by. Don't get too excited. If you've followed these updates for any amount of time, you know that if I start writing an adult fanfic, there's about a 50-50 chance I'll get 1/3 of the way into it and just give up. It's 1500 words at the moment. Working on the porno does not count towards My Sentences, so I'm sort of using it as a bribe for myself to work on once I've already met my daily goal on the other one. It takes place in the Advanced Team Arc and they Do it in the Urahara Shouten storeroom. Unfollow me if you want, it's not like there's a glutted market of spicy Renruki stories.

I did not draw anything last week. I should draw something this week.

5500 words this week! I haven't had a 5k+ week since last November! I need to get over the fact that that 10k weeks aren't things that happen to me anymore, and this was a really good one, actually!