#night nurse has bigger issues

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You were so nervous in the waiting room, but the experimental research would pay well. Well enough that you wouldn’t have to work for a year. It seemed too good to be true, but they had issues finding the perfect candidates apparently. The nurse called your name and you followed moving through the halls until you reached a large white room with a small group of doctors.

The nurse passed you a large hospital gown. “Here change into this and then you’ll step on the scale to take all your measurements before we give you your dose. When was the last time you had sex?” You blushed, and answered honestly with last night. The nurse nodded “okay, that shouldn’t be a problem, there might be some extra side effects, but nothing you wouldn’t have read in the contract”. You nodded, the contact was huge, but skimming it is the same as reading right? You quickly change into the oversized gown and followed the nurse past the group of doctors and onto the scale in the middle of the room. “Weight is 120 pounds. We’ll have you stay here during the observation. The drugs are fast acting, and the doctors will be present the whole time” the nurse hands you the pills and a glass of water and you take them all quickly.

You wait a few moments as the doctors loop around you taking notes. You’re about to mention you can’t feel anything when you start to feel slightly warm. The heat starts building starting at your core and working through your body. Then the aching started in your chest. “Candidate is making good progress so far. 5 pounds up already is more than expected but not alarming” the doctors make comments around you. Five pounds? You look down and sure enough the scale reads 125- no it’s going up 126 now. You gasp and reach up to touch your aching chest and realize it feels fuller. “First effects are occurring in the chest, hips shouldn’t be too far behind”. The aching spreads through your body. The doctors were right your hips are next, you feel an ache deep in your bones. Your hands go to massage them, but your hands miss them, they’re further apart, but how can that be? You look down and sure enough when your hands find the correct positioning they look bigger than before. The growth of your body would be startling if the number on the scale didn’t scare you more, a bright 140 pears back at you. 20 pounds over the course of a few minutes seems impossible. “Seeing the slight outline of a belly, too early to tell if it’s a product of candidates activities.” You move your hands to your stomach and feel a firm bulge that wasn’t there this morning. Your body continues to heat up, and the ache lowers itself, you feel yourself get wet. You press your thighs together to try to help, they squish together you’re shocked at the sudden surprise of softness. “Thighs and rear are growing to accommodate as well” you feel the doctor’s fingers poke into your once firm body and sink deeper into flesh. At first you think they’re poking deeper and deeper, but then you realize you’re just getting bigger and bigger. The previously large gown you were wearing is now feeling a lot less roomy. You feel hands roam your belly “based off of firmness and size it’s clear that candidate is either growing faster than usual or that the drug has allowed for multiples to grow”. You look down but your view is inhibited by your bump growing steady off your body, you look at least 6 months along with a single. You manage to look past it to see the numbers on the scale increasing faster than before 172..176..183. You close your eyes as the doctor’s hands begin to touch every side of you. Your body pushing and spreading those hands further apart. The gown is pulled tight across your body now, you feel like a sausage stuffed inside it. “Scissors to cut the candidate out of the gown please?” One of the doctors asks, as you hear the seams creaking, and split open. The gown is quickly discarded, your hands roam your new body, everything that was once slim and firm is now full, soft, plump and getting fatter by the minute. You feel flutters from your belly and moan, you’re past 9 months with a single baby, you widen your stance to make room for your growing frame, but find your thighs quickly fill in the new space. “We’ve long passed 200 pounds, and growth is just starting to slow. We’re likely looking at twins or triplets.” You whimper and try your best to look at your body, covered in stretch marks and dimpled fat. You feel your chest and gasp as you feel droplets of milk start to leak. One of the doctors grabs your ass and gives it a shake, you feel your whole body ripple with it causing more kicks to begin inside your expanding bump. You try to see the scale but your stomach eclipses it. The heat is starting to go away and the aching is less intense. Your hands cradle your bump now at least full term with triplets. “Growth has seemed to stop. It looks like the drugs are very successful not just in promoting fertility but in speeding through the pregnancy process. Candidate has landed at 285 and will be taken to ultrasound to confirm the number of fetuses present”.

You waddled with the nurse towards the ultrasound room still adjusting to your new found weight. At least with the payment you’ll be able to take care of you and your babies for the next while.

[watermelonlovershigh]

The Diaper Blowout👶🚼

AN: this idea came out of nowhere but when i thought of it i started writing it imidiantly. i love some good dadrry so i hope you do too. don't forget to share your feedback. thx.

This story contains: VERY poopy diaper, mentions of throw up, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - Rayne is two weeks old - au harry }

word count- 1,590

Your two week old daughter wakes up in the middle of the night with her first diaper blowout and when Harry realizes the situation is much bigger than he can handle alone, he resorts to waking you up for some help.

You and Harry just welcomed your little baby girl, Rayne, two weeks ago into this world. The labor process was one you'd rather forget but after seeing your little bundle of joy for the first time, you knew you'd do it a million times over just to have your baby.

Rayne makes you both first time parents but honestly Harry and yourself read every parenting book under the sun and went to every parenting class that when she was born everything came so natural to you.

Every cry and ounce of discomfort she lets out does of course cause anxiety to fill you, but luckily once she's in one of your arms, Rayne's little body relaxes and she knows everything is going to be alright now that one of her parents are holding her.

One thing you knew you'd expect after Rayne was born was how amazing Harry would be at fathering your baby girl. He was so attentive during your entire pregnancy process and now two weeks after she was born, it's still the same attentive man but ten times more.

Harry has always wanted to be a dad so you making him one was the best gift anyone has ever gave to him. He's eternally grateful for you in that aspect. Seeing Rayne be born and hearing her first cry into this world made him sob so loud in the delivery room that it startled all the nurses who was present.

Now just because you love being parents doesn't mean it's not hard. It's very hard at times. The lack of sleep. The sore boobs after not feeding or pumping for a few hours. The raw nipples from feeding so frequently that no one warns you about. But luckily Rayne is a pretty well behaved baby so you are grateful for that.

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It's two in the morning when the wailing cry from Rayne's nursery jolts Harry awake. He was never the heaviest sleeper before she was born but now he's an even lighter sleeper. Not wanting to disturb you, he gets out of bed and assumes he can handle the situation himself. Feeling confident he's a pro at this dad thing.

If she's hungry there was pre pumped breast milk in the freezer he could feed her. If she just wanted a cuddle he could give her some of those because he likes to think of himself as a professional cuddler, though you're the one who gave him that title.

As quickly as possible, Harry pads his feet in the dark until he reaches the hallway and rushes over to the baby's nursery down the hall. When he finally makes it, he flips the light switch on and moves swiftly over to her crib. "Hey," Harry coos in his soft baby voice, "what's the matter, little love? Huh?"

Once Harry is right in front of the crib, he goes to lift the small baby up to hold her and asses what could have her crying so hard in the middle of the night when all of the sudden he sees, and rather smells the issue instantly. Poop. Everywhere. Well luckily not near her hands or face but it's leaked out of her diaper and got on her sheets. Rayne had her first diaper blowout.

Now Harry would like to say that after becoming a husband and a father that his stomach is made of steal but that's just not the case. He can handle a little throw up from time to time and has changed Rayne's diapers several times. But none smelled and looked this bad. It has him holding down gags.

Being the good dad he is though, Harry pushes through his own weak stomach and grabs an extra baby blanket to wrap around her small body and lift her out of the crib. Then he scrambles to think of what to do. He really didn't want to wake you up but this is far too much for him to handle on his own.

He shushes Rayne in his hold while making his way back into your bedroom. Harry turns on the lamp and nudges your shoulder gently. "Love, Y/N, wake up f'me."

Thinking the worst, you jolt awake and sit up quickly. "What, what, is everything okay? Is the baby okay?"

Trying not to let a giggle out at the situation in hand, Harry replies, "Yeah, well I think everythin' is okay. Or will be okay but I need your help. Little miss Rayne shit everywhere and I don't know what to do. It's leaking out her nappy and got on her sheets."

Though you are concerned about your baby's tummy troubles, you can't help but laugh out loud. Harry looks so stressed which isn't inherently funny but the way you can tell he's trying not to throw up at the thought of the diaper blowout is hilarious. And the fact he had to wake you up.

"Don't laugh at me!" Harry retorts, not really mad because he has a small smile trying to peek out over his fake frown.

"Alright, it's gonna be okay. Help strip her clothes off and yours as well and I'll help you wash her in the shower." you respond as its the only solution to the problem right now. Harry carries her to your bathroom and begins to peel away the soiled blanket and her soiled onesie. Then he takes her diaper off to throw it in the trash can beside the toilet.

"You think I should shower with her naked?" Harry asks.

You reach in the shower to get the water going and the temperature just right before answering, "Yes H, she's two weeks old. She's not gonna remember seeing her dad naked. You'll get shit on her boxers otherwise."

With that, Harry holds a dirty and naked Rayne with one hand and his other hand reaches down to slide off his underwear. When you confirm the water is just perfect for a newborn, he steps in the shower with her cradled to his chest and allows you to instruct further instructions.

"Okay I'm not getting in but I'll hand you the soaps and stuff. First rinse her off with the water. The pressure shouldn't bother her. Just don't get it in her face." Harry does as told and carefully turns to face the shower head and allow the water to rinse off any poop she still had on hers and his skin. He even turns Rayne around in his hold to get her front really well rinsed.

You grab her baby soap and apply some to a soft cloth before handing it to your husband. "Here, now gently wash her bottom off. But start from the front to back so she doesn't get a UTI, please."

Though Harry already knew how to safely wash a baby girl he listened to you anyways. He takes the soapy cloth from you and while one arm cradles Rayne to his chest facing forward, the other hand very gently wipes over her vagina, making sure no poop got on the area. Then he hands the cloth back to you so he can turn her around in his hold.

While he washes over her bum area, Rayne just now starts to cry. She had been handling the shower really well up until now. "Oh, shush. It's okay. Daddy's got you." Harry coos to the small baby in his arms. As you stand on the outside of the shower doors all you can think about is how much you love them both so much. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Harry looks over to you and says, "All done. Take her from me while I wash up quickly."

"Yeah, of course. Let me grab Rayne's baby towel." You get a towel from the stack of towels specifically for your newborn and walk back over to the shower where Harry leans out the shower doors and carefully places her in your arms.

While you began to dry off your small, crying baby, Harry bathes himself off. Some poop did transfer onto him and he wants to make sure it's all gone and he's clean before going back to sleep for the night.

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Once Harry is all clean and dry and he's put on a fresh pair of briefs you'd laid out for him, he walks back into the bedroom to see you sat up in bed, half asleep, with Rayne feeding from your right boob. The sight makes Harry feel all warm inside. The people he loves the most just looks so comfy and safe.

Harry rolls the bassinet over to his side of the bed and when Rayne is done feeding and you burp her, he places her inside to finish her sleep for the night. Her bed still had shit on it and that's something neither of you have the energy to deal with tonight. When he's made sure she's all nice and cozy in her bassinet, Harry climbs back into bed beside you and you instantly crawl over to cuddle into him.

Once the bedside lamp is off and the covers are over you both snuggly, you whisper, "Love you. Thank you for helping with Rayne tonight. She has the best daddy in the world."

Harry whispers back, "Love you too, baby. And you're welcome. She means the world to me and I'd do anything for her. And you too, you know. Night, night. Sweet dreams." With that, you're both off to slumberland until Rayne wakes up again three hours later....

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the inheritance – hybrid!ot5 txt x human gn!reader

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blurb !!! Your grandmother left behind her home to you in her will. As a recent college grad, you take on the responsibilities – you never expected to find 5 hybrids living in your new home

info !!! gender neutral pronouns for reader, no reader body shape mention, no use of y/n, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to lovers, ot5 txt x reader, kinda a/b/o, inspired by the monster’s bride webtoon, ppulbatu, & txt lore (please do not ask me about it bcuz I don’t know anyyyythingg)

WARNINGS !!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, swearing, not proofread just pure free flowing thought, wouldn’t recommend reading if you were close to your grandmother, she passed away, & are still grieving, mentions of physical abuse

wc 1.1k

author’s note !!! if you don’t like it – don’t read it!

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CHAPTER THREE

(warning for mention of physical abuse)

Waking up is usually a pleasant thing for you, but being in a new environment doesn’t allow your body to calm down and sleep properly. It also doesn’t help that the second you gain consciousness and feel someone touching you startling you awake.

Your right eye twitches as you realize Soobin has, yet again, thrown his leg over your legs in his sleep when he decided last night, for some reason, to sleep in your bed. Yeonjun is nowhere to be found and Beomgyu is sleeping in an uncomfortable position with most of his body laying horizontally with his legs dangling off. You push Soobin off your body while also trying to not hit Beomgyu by accident. Despite the movement, they don’t stir in their sleep. You tiptoe across the wooden floor trying to not step on any creaky floorboards. The second you reach the doorframe; you close it and walk normally downstairs.

As you reach the kitchen, you’re face to face with the shocking sight of Yeonjun – shirtless – eating the rest of the leftover pizza you were saving for lunch tomorrow. It’s not shocking that you’re seeing him shirtless, it’s the fact that his skin is covered in various scars.

You can’t help but stare at it as your heart sinks to the floor. You know that Yeonjun knows you’re behind him now since he stopped eating. With his back still turned to you, he opens his mouth.

“Is it that bad?”

You can’t get a single word out as you walk closer to him to look over his back. There’s healed scars scattered alongside the bigger scars that you couldn’t see from across the kitchen.

“I always forget they’re there.” Yeonjun lets out a sad laugh as you stand next to him and open the mini cooler box.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yeonjun shakes his head.

“Okay.” You say as you grab coffee in a can and start to drink it. “I have a trusted friend coming over to do health exams. It’s for everyone’s wellbeing.”

When he doesn’t say anything else, you turn back to head back upstairs.

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You greet your best friend that had recently became a nurse.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“It’s no issue. Thanks for being my practice patient so I have my kit with me.”

Giving your bestie a forced smile as she gives you a puzzled look back. You bring her into the kitchen where your new 5 roommates sit.

“Okay, so hear me out.” You begin, “I wasn’t sure if I should call a doctor or a vet, but you were my safest option. I don’t want them to be taken away or sent back to an abusive facility and I can’t be arrested.”

“Arrested?”

“Um… what is your knowledge on… hybrids.” You mumble the last part.

“Huh?”

“Hybrids.”

“Hybrids?”

The guys take beanies you gave them off to show their ears as your friend freezes up, pulling you off to the side.

“Hey! What the fuck?”

She’s known you for a decade now and knows that you have a big heart. A heart too big for body and overtakes your judgment sometimes.

And this was one of those times.

Your friend rests her hand on your shoulder. “I know that you can’t help but be sympathetic and that your grandma would do the same thing, but you know how bad this could get.”

Nodding at her as she continues, “You’ll get put in jail and I’ll get in trouble for not reporting this.”

The weight of her words sink into your skin. “Could you forget I ever asked?”

She shakes her head.

“I’m only going to do a wellness check on them this one time.”

You hug and thank her relentlessly as the guys in the next room look at each other nervously.

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Your leg won’t stop bouncing as you sit on your bed in your room, waiting for your friend to report back. It’s been 2 hours since she began and every negative thought is swirling in your mind. When you’re about to stand up to walk downstairs to check again, your door opens.

You immediately stand up as she looks at you with a straight face.

“So?”

“There’s a lot to say and they’ve given me consent to tell you. They’ve all spent the last year mainly in their animal form but surprisingly no lasting effects that I could see. A vet or hybrid doctor would have a better answer if you were to ever find that option. Yeonjun and Taehyun have the most signs of abuse with apparent scars on their backs. They’re all healed so this must have happened at a hybrid facility. Other than that, they’re all relatively healthy.”

Nodding your head, you follow her downstairs to the kitchen where they’re all sitting at the dinner table and chairs you brought in. Your friend bids goodbye as she heads back to her apartment. As you shut the door behind her, you sigh as the 5 guys stare back at you.

“Okay, let’s go out.”

You ignore their confused looks as you head to the closet underneath the stairs to see if the winter clothes were still there, which they were, and start picking out beanies and jackets that would fit them. It’s starting to get cold outside again so strangers wouldn’t have a second thought about it. You decide to also grab a sweater for yourself to match them.

You need to go to the grocery store anyway. This could be the perfect opportunity for them to feel more comfortable with you and to then, hopefully, talk to you. Then, you could get a better idea of their situation and what to do. Should you just keep them as your roommate or was there anything you could do that would allow them to live normally?

The grocery store was one of your favorite places. Despite the mundaneness of it, it allowed you to mindlessly walk through aisles of stuff to look at and ignore your current problems (only if your problems don’t include money). The store was empty at this time, which was a blessing for everyone.

“Can you grab a cart for me?”

Taehyun nods as Beomgyu and Kai stick close to you. You ignore the feeling of their breathing on the back of your neck as you look at the options for canned tuna.

“Does Taehyun like fish? Or am I generalizing?”

Kai answers, “He loves tuna.”

“Great!” You say as you randomly pick up 6 cans of your favorite brand.

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authors note sorry for the late update been dealing with writer’s block

[bellaofthevalley]

Pomefiore: Family Ties

i love my delusions lmao ne ways this is also another cutesy platonic one ig? def not yan or romantic but for content warnings: abandonment, surgery but it's not detailed at all dw and that's about it me thinks. reader is described using she/her. truthfully speaking this was written for a friend but for them we just usually use Darling instead of y/n, but i changed it to [name] here lol. ne ways ENJOY

Eric Schoenheit is merely walking back home from work when his life is forever changed.

During his whole life, Eric has been many things; a son, a friend, a student, a graduate and then the owner of his own successful business. But if he was asked him which title is he the proudest of, he'd pause for a few seconds, and then smile fondly. 

Eric Schoenheit’s proudest title is that he is a father. 

And being a father, one that dearly loves his son, Vil, is the very reason he pauses his steps halfway home. It's late at night, heavy snow blanketing the empty streets as everyone remains in the warmth of their home to prepare for their winter breaks, and that's when he hears the cries. 

Heartbreaking, weak, childish cries and sobs echo through the street, coming from between two abandoned buildings. He shouldn't check, he should simply inform the police… 

But he is a father now, and those sobs strike a chord deep within him. 

Many years later, he'll still pat himself on the back for going into that alleyway. 

Because if he had not gone inside, how else would he have found his second child, his sweet daughter, his dear [Name]? 

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What Eric finds first, is an egg. 

The egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it's also in shades of what could have once been pink and white, but now it was too dirty for him to be fully sure of its colour. The egg was also cracked- 

And there was a baby held within the broken shells, the one causing the cries. Eric’s eyes had widened upon seeing her, quickly kneeling down with his hands hovering over the egg. “Oh- oh dear-” he mumbles in frantic worry, unsure what he should do. This was a fae child, but… 

No chance for him to overthink it, because the baby heard him and was now reaching her skinny, emaciated little hands up towards him, her cries desperate and weak. 

Eric did not stop to think, to look closer to see if she was injured or- or if he could try to see what type of fae she at least might be. All his mind could focus on was her cries, and that she was alone and too thin, far too thin and light and he needs to get her to a hospital- 

She was gnawing on his clothes. Desperately, hungrily, gnawing on his clothes and sputtering on her cries as she realizes that there's no food. Two, strange… things keep poking Eric’s chin, but he doesn't give them much thought for now because he's too busy wrapping the little baby within his coat, shushing her softly. 

“We'll go to a hospital now, sweetie,” he mumbles to her, beginning to walk much, much faster after ensuring she's covered. She's back to gnawing on his clothes despite knowing it's not food, and his heart aches for her. “And you'll feel much better. I promise.” 

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Eric truly feels as if his life has been upturned in the last few days. 

The little baby- the little girl he had found is apparently a dragon fae, and that, by itself, was already a big shock. And then he is told, while watching her be hooked to several machines with nurses attempting to calm her because he wasn't allowed to be in the room at that moment, that she isn't a baby- an infant. She's barely a toddler, almost the same age as his own son who is being watched by his trusted nanny. 

From what Eric had understood, she had severe growth issues. Dragon eggs only hatch from the love and care of their parents, but she was all alone for at least long enough that her body forced her to grow- and grow twisted horns in a desperate, last attempt to break out of the egg and call out for anyone to help her. The same twisted horns that they'll have to do reconstruction surgery on to avoid any problems in the future for her. 

It was too soon for him to consider it, but… Eric thought that Vil perhaps would not mind a sibling, a little sister. But he wouldn't rush; if Vil really, truly didn't want to, Eric would simply ensure child protection services and the hospital would take good care of the little girl. 

In a few days, if no one comes forward about her, he'll bring Vil to meet her. He hopes it'll go well, but for now… 

“You may enter now, Mr. Schoenheit.” the nurse tells him, and he is quick to step inside, immediately coming close to the little girl.

She looks even smaller now; most of her body has been wrapped in a warm blanket, and the rest was only bare for the many needles and IVs hooked onto her. But she was also asleep, her fingers twitching slightly when Eric held her tiny little hand. 

“Tell me everything.” he demands, voice quiet as to not disturb the little girl’s rest. Even if she may not join their little family… he'll take care of her for now. 

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“No, no!” little Vil pouts, shaking his head and a little furrow to his brows. “Not like this!” 

Eric watches the scene with a small, amused smile, not saying anything yet. 

His sweet daughter, [Name], also pouts. “But how?” she whines, stomping her foot. He's glad to see her slowly return to her liveliness; her horn reconstruction surgery had not been easy, and he knows she'd been stressing about how they'll look once they can take the bandages off, whether they'll match her tail or not. 

The doctors had told him dragons were naturally on the prouder and vain side. This also applied to his daughter, even if she may not ever reach a particularly imposing height for dragons. 

Regardless, Eric loves her all the same. Not once during these years has he regretted adopting her, and he knows Vil absolutely adores her and loves having a sister he can play and act with- even if she doesn't want to be famous like he does. 

“Here, hold this.” Vil says, pushing her favourite plushie into her arms so she can hold it. She's immediately smiling, her milky white tail and pink spikes at the end of her tail swishing behind her, and hugs her plushie warmly. Vil also beams, proud of himself. “Perfect! Papa, take our picture now!” 

Eric chuckles, bending down and holding the camera at the right angle. “As you wish…. And there you go.” 

Quickly, both Darling and Vil rush towards him to look at the pictures. [Name] makes an ooh’ing sound, while Vil only smiles. 

“Can we hang this one in my room, please papa?” she asks sweetly, not letting her plushie go. But her other hand is intertwined with Vil’s, always finding comfort in her brother. “I like it.” 

“Do you, now?” he chuckles, gently cupping her cheek rather than patting her head like he would've usually done. “We'll pick a frame and then we'll print the pictures out, alright?” 

“I want this printed, too!” Vil decides, smiling at the forehead kiss he gets. “I'll… add it to my albums, though. I don't want to hang it.” 

“That's alright.” Eric nods his head, and then reaches to pick both of them into his arms. It makes them squeal and laugh, and gets a chuckle out of him as well. “How about we get some ice cream before Vil's audition?” And before Vil can lecture him on the over consumption of sweets with [Name] backing her brother up despite her own love for the treat, Eric clarifies more. “The healthy kind of ice cream we have, not the ones in the shops.”

And just like that, both of his children are eagerly nodding their heads. 

“I'll hold it for you!” [Name] promises Vil when they're at the audition hall. His hands are clammy, despite him constantly wiping them with clean tissues offered by his father. That's why she is offering to hold his ice cream cup for him, her plushie forgotten in the face of helping her brother. She'd even forgone her shyness in crowds and isn't hiding behind Vil or Eric like she'd usually do. 

He's done many auditions before, but this one… this one is the most important for him. He's happy his sister and father are with him, for this moment. 

Eric bends down, gently squeezing Vil’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, champ. You got this, alright? [Name] and I will be here for you regardless of what happens, I promise.” 

“Y- yeah!” [Name] can't help but stutter, her tail curling around herself because some of the staff were looking at them. But she has to do this, for her brother Vil. She reaches her hands out for him, squeezing him in a hug. “We'll always be here for you, brother.” 

And Vil… Vil does not hesitate a single second before he is hugging her back, soothed so much. Their father's arms wrap around them both, pulling them into his embrace. “...Love you, sister.” 

He does not think it, but a part of him knows that this moment will remain in his memory forever. 

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“You look pretty.” Vil reassures his sister, gently tugging on the hood of her custom ceremonial robes. He can sense her nervousness simply by seeing that she's hidden her tail and her nails are tapping her own stomach. “You'll be fine, sister. I'm right here with you. We're both going to get sorted together. ” 

His sister nods, aiming to give him a confident smile. He isn't lying; she truly looks pretty, her makeup simple but enhancing her, and her beloved horns gleaming. They were also milky white, with a pink gradient at the tip that paled as it came down to the base. What was special about them were the golden-filled lines from the surgery, gleaming prettily and a source of pride for her. 

She’d pulled herself free from her egg, and her horns were proof of that. 

Her face falls as more people slowly enter the hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony. Her hands quickly latch onto his sleeves, eyes nervously shifting. “Vil…” 

His face softens, and he pulls her into a hug, her face buried in his chest. Though he does shoot a glare at some of the freshmen that stare a little too long. “Deep breaths, [Name]. Don't stress, your big brother is here.”

She nods her head shakily, shudders going through her. There are too many scents, too much talking and murmuring, but Vil's embrace muffles it all. She feels so wholly protected, one of her favourite feelings in the whole world. 

“Always?” she asks, just to be sure. Her voice wavers, and her eyes are pleading. 

Vil smiles, and kisses her forehead. “Always.”

Masterpost

[gloamvonhrym]

some birds with some basic bird conservation tips for earth day! 🥰

(ETA: managed to post this with a slide missing. it’s fixed now!)

alt text & relevant links below the cut

[a series of images with Serenes Forest as a backdrop, also featuring reyson, leanne, and rafiel from the fire emblem tellius games.

slide 1: reyson crouches singing to various songbirds. transcription: happy earth day! bird populations in North America have declined by nearly 3 billion in the last 50 years. habitat loss, pesticides, human infrastructure, and loss of food sources all contribute to decline. climate change is a thread multiplier. here are some simple actions you can take to help birds!

slide 2: leanne sits beside a window, nursing a head injury. transcription: windows! an estimated 1 billion birds suffer window collisions every year in the US and canada. lights can confuse birds - help by turning off your lights or drawing curtains at night. further birdproof your windows by using decals, tape, or paint to disrupt the reflections! (you can purchase window decals just for this purpose!)

slide 3: reyson recoils dramatically from ranulf in cat form, who mutters “bro I am just sitting here.” transcription: cats. domestic cats are not natural predators in north america, and kill 1-4 billion birds each year. many of these cats are feral or stray: support local shelters and rescues with trap/neuter/release programs to reduce feral cat populations. if you own a cat, don’t let your cat outside unsupervised! leash train your boi or build a catio.

slide 4: rafiel ruefully holds yune the bird in his hands; she is lying stunned. transcription: beware pesticides. insecticides are the biggest bird killer. neonicotinoids (or “neonics”), deveoped since the ban of DDT, are used everywhere in the US - farms, cities, and suburbs. they infect entire food chains systemically. avoid neonics in your own home and garden: if you buy plants, read labels to avoid neonic-treated specimens. buy organic produce if you can. the EU has banned outdoor use of many neonics, but the US has not - support local and national initiatives to regulate insecticide use!

slide 5: get involved! this is all bigger than the individual. climate change is a big issue and we can’t fight it alone. seek resources for native plants, bird feeding, and bird monitoring efforts in your area. be sure to look up: your local audubon society; conservation orgs in your area; and climate action plans by indigenous communities near you.

final slide: sources and resources to look up:

bird populations: https://www.birds.cornell.edu/home/bring-birds-back/ pesticides: https://chicagobirdalliance.org/blog/2023/5/20/year-of-helping-birds-avoid-pesticides cats: https://abcbirds.org/program/cats-indoors/ windows: https://www.fws.gov/library/collections/threats-birds-collisions

cornell ornithology lab: birds.cornell.edu american bird conservancy: abcbirds.org national audubon: audubon.org hawkwatch international: hawkwatch.org

[twelvegrimmyplace]

Nick Grimshaw on kindness, queerness and life lessons as a grown-up.

Gay Times Honours Issue 2023

Friendly media mogul Nick Grimshaw, aka Grimmy, has done it all. He’s introduced his parents to Lady Gaga and, recently, even had tea with Harry Styles. Now, however, the former Radio 1 DJ is getting acquainted with something else – growing up. 

Getting older, no doubt, is terrifying. Carefree late nights with mates at sticky, flooded gigs are suddenly swapped for questions revolving around major milestones: partners, career, and, of course, kids. Close friends are no longer egging you on to ditch work and hangout or checking in to see if you’ve actually drank water. Instead, you’re trying to squeeze in a meetup between deadlines, dates and an ever-growing to-do list of life admin. And Grimmy is no different. Booze-driven afterparties have morphed into nourishing Sunday roast dinners with Mesh, his fiancé. Girl dinner Quaver packets have matured to conversations – on his glitzy new foodie podcast Dish co-hosted by Michelin-star chef Angela Hartnett – with Miriam Margolyes on how she likes her mashed potatoes. 

Having the big four-zero on the radar prompted a new perspective for the presenter. What was once maligned (“I felt like growing older was the end of something or deeply depressing,” Grimshaw admits) has been, mostly, embraced. It’s less coming of age but, rather, coming to age. Still, new digits doesn’t need to mean the fun is over. In fact, just last night, Grimshaw partied late with celebs Jake Shears, Amanda Lepore, Jodie Harsh, and Mutya Buena in Soho. Here in Holborn, however, things are much more mild. Sure, there’s some tasteful framed nude art to our right and Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ crackling over studio speakers but nothing beats a good old-fashioned launch party, or a karaoke b-day bash taking place later this evening in central London. 

Nursing a non-alcoholic beer, Grimshaw scoots across a black leather couch, arriving fresh from a photoshoot, something he describes as his “Naomi Campbell moment”. Comfortably clothed in a light-wash denim shirt and distressed jeans, he kicks off the conversation as if reuniting with an old friend. “I've never taken stock before. I'd never sat down and thought about myself, ever, and I don't think people do,” he says. Since his early twenties, Grimshaw’s image has been inextricably tied to two things: big names and his infamous towering quiff haircut. At some point, he acknowledges, you will have heard his quick-fire Mancunian comedy soundtracking your early mornings. Whether he was making jokes with Taylor Swift or having the early hours crashed by Charli XCX, the presenter became a known face at the Beeb. In his autobiographical book, Soft Lad, Grimshaw reminisces on the pull the small screen had on him as a young child. Armed with a love for glamour and theatrics, the events he saw on the telly called to a younger Grimshaw who dreamed of moving out of Manchester to take on London. 

Onboarding, in 2012, at Radio 1 to cover The Breakfast Show was something the podcaster remembers clearly; “There was a lot of pressure”. His days of spinning songs and connecting with artists over music became more than a vocation, but a specialism. While he does admit, sheepishly, that there were days his hangover ran over into work hours, he’s since taken time to reassess his habits and lifestyle. “When I was 23 I was getting absolutely wasted and doing it like a Geordie Shore night out,” he says. Now, Grimshaw is more conscious of being selectively sober in certain environments. “It can be really hard to go out and connect with people who are drunk and you're not drinking. But, sometimes, you have the best nights ever. I went out last night and went to a really fun party up until 1.30 am and had really good chats with loads of people.” He’s taking stock of the bigger moments around him, particularly ones that bring him closer to friends and family – “It's about learning. It's about growth,” he says earnestly. 

At 39, Grimshaw’s longevity has something to do with his candour and bonhomie. The most common compliment doled out about the presenter is his warmth. As a child, he recalls, the label “soft lad” was stuck to him, presenting his sensitivity as something to be ashamed of. But, years later, it’s become something – like his favourite Maison Margiela knit sweaters – that he wears openly. “At school, I always felt on edge that I was going to get beaten up or laughed at. When you've had that, you learn empathy and you think about how people might feel or what they're going through,” he explains. 

Realisng he was gay, as a child, filled Grimshaw with dread as he feared what it would mean. With limited queer culture references growing up (just Elton John and Lily Savage) his feelings were fully realised, aged 11, when he developed a crush on a poster of England footballer David Beckham pinned up on his bedroom wall. “You know what’s funny, not that I’m doing Miriam Margolyes press, but I saw her yesterday. I'd never met her and I went into her dressing room. Before I could say hello, she pointed and exclaimed: ‘You’re gay!’ and continued with ‘So, my dear, nice to meet you.’ As I got into bed last night, I thought about how that would’ve killed me if I was a teenager, but it was a really lovely bonding moment.” 

Though being a presenter and DJ took up most of Grimshaw’s early adolescent years, his move to writing has allowed him the space to trawl through his past years without expectation. From reassessing his comfort with queerness to realising the strength found in the LGBTQIA+ community outside of his town in Greater Manchester, Grimshaw is grateful for the relationships he’s built with those around him. “I learn constantly from the queer community. It’s that notion of being yourself and leaning into yourself which can be hard to do if you're queer, especially if you've had that knocked out of you when you're a kid,” he says. “The community are essential in helping everyone, and me, support one another.”

Soft Lad and Dish capture different versions of Grimshaw; the quirky characteristics of a presenter that couldn’t surface in a music hotbed. In his new roles, the presenter-meets-podcaster chats to hot-shot talent while unravelling stories centred around food, famous friends and frenzied stories. His book is an homage to his parents (“I realised how important they were shaping me – I love them contractually, but also really love them) and to his English and Irish roots. Bookended between stories of queer curiosity and his loathing for football, tales of community and camaraderie at Radio 1 surface. “I loved it when we had a great guest from the queer community. I had great times with Sam Smith, they would be a riot and would really gossip with us when the records were on and tell us stories that we couldn't have on the radio. Troye Sivan was a great time as well,” he recalls. 

Another memorable moment was his run-in with an early-era Lady Gaga, in Notting Hill, before she became Mother Monster as we now know her. “I did my first interview with Gaga years ago, for the telly, and it was when she was brand new. ‘Just Dance’ had just come out in America and she was making a bra out of gaffer tape on a dressing room floor,” he says, laughing. “I brought mum and dad along because they were in town so they met her right at the beginning of her career. Ever since then, whenever she'd come onto the radio show, she’d ask about my mum and dad.”

Grimshaw’s stories of famous crossovers are, understandably, endless – even if they’re ones he’s told plenty of times before. Up until recently, he’s remained embroiled in an ecosystem of music promoting a “product” but, now, he feels like his new projects allow for authentic conversations about people and their interests. His mantra, nowadays, is this: “Living in the full, truest form of yourself, without fear and judgement.” For a young Grimshaw, this unbridled queer joy took the form of “glamorous” drag shows where he dressed up as Cher for his family. Today, it’s about cooking in a kitchen packed with too many guests (and remembering to drink water). Turning 40, at one point, felt like a frightening due date. Now it’s a milestone Grimshaw is ready to take on.

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm home. It was a long day. The night nurse asked me to stay a little longer to keep an eye on my dad because of his confusion. (Last night Dad tried to make an escape and they had to use soft restraints.) I told him I was tired and if I felt my dad was going to be a spaz and cause trouble again, I would stay. But if he seemed calm and sleepy with the new sedative they are trying, I would need to get home to rest. The nurse was cool with that, and my dad looked sleepy as heck, so I left.

The hospital is a bit frustrating with their closure procedures. They let visitors stay until 9pm. However, they close the main doors right at 9 and make you walk to the other side of the building to the secure exit. They also close off all the parking lot exits, minus the emergency one, directly at 9. Wouldn't it make sense to wait until 9:15 so people have time to get to their cars? And when they close off all the exits, you end up having to take this maze-like circuitous route to exit the parking lot. It literally takes more time to drive around that maze than it takes me to drive home.

My dad is really out of it. I am trying to be the best advocate possible and communicate to the staff how to help him become more lucid. HE NEEDS SLEEP. Like, long, restful, deep sleep. There hasn't been one time that has not fixed his confusion. But they are all trying to solve a bigger puzzle. They are like, "Maybe it is excess CO2 in his lungs. Maybe it is a new infection. Maybe he got COVID."

And I'm just like, "He needs sleep. Give him something to sleep."

And they are like, "Mayyyybe."

But I think that answer is too simple when they are in puzzle solving mode. So I broke it down...

"He had dialysis yesterday which wipes him out every time. Usually requires a 3 hour nap afterwards. But instead of napping, he had a catheter procedure with anesthesia. Then his foot hurt so bad he couldn't fall asleep all night. Plus they are giving him pain meds which always make him drowsy and loopy. HE'S EXHAUSTED."

And they were like, "Could be. We'll run some tests though."

I do think I convinced them to try and help him sleep with whatever options are safe right now. But I don't know if this sedative they are trying will end up having drowsy side effects which will cancel out the benefits of sleeping. I guess we'll see in the morning.

It really sucks that he choked on that food. He really didn't need this setback in his healing. It seems like the hospital always makes him sicker before they finally get around to helping him.

And lastly, podiatrists don't do weekends.

Apparently.

So it will be Monday until I know if my dad has a chance at standing and walking again. Why is a damned podiatrist the only one qualified at determining what to amputate?

I've been trying to brainstorm ways I could take care of him if he is unable to stand up on his own and transfer to a wheelchair or rolling walker. I know they have lifty things you can put over the bed. But I'm not sure that is a good solution for our house. I just wish I was strong enough to lift him on my own. He is just a tad heavier than I can manage. Maybe I need a mech suit.

There must be a solution though. Lots of people are without limbs. Hopefully I am just unaware of how caretakers deal with this issue.

[ushizaki-urumi]

tw pregnancy

Went to the OB yesterday with my wife, and I had an ultrasound done for the first time since January. Last we checked, the baby was around the 45th percentile... now somehow she's over the 60th percentile... she has, and I quote the nurse, "a big head," but her proportions are completely within the normal range. There's just the issue now of if I'm going to need a C-section because of her size. I'm only 5'1... basically,, I'm 34 weeks pregnant, and she's measuring around the weight of what they expect a 36 week old to be at. And she's only going to be getting bigger from here on out

Anyway, on that "big head" of hers, we were able to see some hair through the ultrasound!!! She has a pretty noticeable amount of it, it's so weird seeing her grow more recognizable features. I remember during the first ultrasound when she was so small and literally looked like a little bean... now we can see some parts of her features, her hair, and even some of her facial expressions as she practices breathing/swallowing in the womb

The cats are very clingy, but they've got the idea that walking on my bump is a no-go for the most part. Jojo really likes to sit on my lap while I'm on the couch and purr against my stomach. Yeehaw likes to sleep in my arms with his ear pressed against my heart. Yeehaw would sleep in my arms all night if I let him (too bad I'm constantly tossing and turning and making him move)

This morning, I took a picture of Yeehaw in Jojo's regular spot leaning his head against my bump. It's so sweet, I know they'll both be very good and protective big brothers to her

Although I'm unfortunately still having morning sickness in my 3rd trimester, my wife is taking very good care of me. I'm so glad we found each other, there's no one I'd rather be doing this with than her. Together with her and the boys, I really feel like our family will be a warm and welcoming place for our little girl whenever she decides to arrive.

[nautiscarader]

WTHHHHTM? episode 6, another boring one

Yes, it's another hospital visit recap, and another boring one. I do apologise for not having more serious issues so I could write elaborate descriptions peppered with gifs... As of right now, think of me as a house on perpetual fire, while firefighters simply try to guess which angle to put it out from.

Usual warning about medical stuff applies.

Chapter 24: Refuelling

So, pretty much the only vaguely interesting stuff is that my weakness was caused by lack of.... blood. Not complete, mind you, but I did look as if I had a close encounter with coven of vampires. So after five or so blood drips, I was back to full strength.

Chapter 25: Utter bollocks #2

Well, since I have nothing more interesting to report, it is time for some lies!

Tuesday: Since I am visiting hospitals so often, I was greeted with a 'welcome back' party! There was no cake, just extra slice of ham for supper.

Wednesday: I had really bad case of cold, was feeling freezing all the time, but when I asked for an extra blanket, I was brought a Vulpix to warm me up! Couldn't keep it, sadly, but it worked miraculously

Thursday: We were woken up by some loud ambulance siren. Technically nothing odd, but one was especially loud - and it turned out one of the ambulances went into labour! By morning, she had given birth to three beautiful new ones and one small fire truck. The only problem was, now they were testing their sirens, but, well, what can you do.

Friday: One of my passwords were stolen. Admittedly, ilovewendip69 was easy to guess, but the bigger problem was I stored it it in my night table.

Saturday: So I usually ask one of my social workers helping me to buy me apples - perfect hospital snack. But this time, one of the apples turned out to be golden! The weird part was that three nurses which I haven't seen before, seemed intensely interested in it. But they turned apoplectic when they saw I just ate it! Strange.

Sunday: So I was getting lots of drips daily. But today, for the first time, saw this:

BUT! But, but, but... anyone who knows a thing of two about speedrunning know there is a way to circumvent this by drinking 4 from inventory and 4 from hotkey. NO, I DON'T HAVE A SKOOMA PROBLEM, YOU HAVE

Monday: After complaining so much about food, I was given chance to prepare dinner for the whole ward myself. The good news was that everyone loved my salmon with lemon sauce. Bad news is that the budget was drained and we will be given only water and bread for two months.

Tuesday: A small wormhole opened outside the window of our room. Nothing came in or out.

Wednesday: I ran out of music to listen to. Fortunately, Mozart has dropped a new album, so I was able to-

Wait, that actually has happened?

Are you cocking kidding me? I had that joke prepared and it actually came true?!

Is this how Trelawney felt?!

No, wait, she was drunk most of the time....

No, you know what, I quit, I cannot compete with nonsense when said nonsense happens IRL.

And that was it! Got tons of meds again, and knowing my luck, I will land in bed in a month or so. See ya!

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/3-10/4/2024: BOWLING 4 EVA and SAID OF A DEER THAT SHEDS ITS ANTLERS

Last week I hosted two nights of shorts from the Final Girls Berlin Film Festival. It was a lot of fun, but I have to confess that I'm usually a little bit shorts-averse; I just feel like they tend to come out like little cocktail jokes with a windup and punchline, which can run the additional risk of being too messagey. A story needs more than 30 minutes to fully develop, and I think your uh Fibonacci sequence or whatever needs to run longer than that to feel seriously engrossed. Obviously I don't think there shouldn't be any shorts. THE BABADOOK started out as a short, SMILE started out as a short, among other things I really like--and I did see some things this year that gave me that feeling of a preamble to something bigger.

BOWLING 4 EVA is a surreal black comedy that I could not stop thinking about after I saw it. Filmmaker Aelfie Oudghiri packs a lot of interest into this fifteen minute movie about a suicidal teenager whose family shuttles her between boarding school and a psychiatrist's office to try to fix her. She gets prescribed a "loneliness inhibitor" that produces hallucinations, specifically attached to the only thing that gives her life any meaning--bowling.

The gruesome and weirdly horny climactic dream sequence in which she confronts an anthropomorphic bowling ball that embodies all of her dark thoughts is really great, but I loved the exploration of how the protagonist's alienation and affects her family life, her social life, and her online life. I saw it as a sharp refutation of the idea of the "male loneliness epidemic", which concept somehow suggests that only men and boys experience sexual frustration that can compound mental health issues. There's also an interesting layer about the specific culture of rich Koreans living in Queens, but I think you'd need a feature film to work all that out. Maybe they'll make one, but meanwhile I have discovered that you can watch this cool movie online! Hooray:

Probably my favorite film from the second night was a Belgian movie called SAID OF A DEER THAT SHEDS ITS ANTLERS. I'm noticing a new trend in horror where in recent years the focus has been on grief, and now it's shifting toward elder care. There were a few examples just in this program, including the award-winning OLGA'S EYES and the mysterious SPOOR, which is one of the strangest things I've seen in a while, but Salomé Crickx's SAID OF A DEER looks at the subject through an amusing metaphorical lens.

The film takes place on the day of ritual culling of elder adults in a rural community (although the practice could be universal, who knows!). While most of the young adults celebrate killing their parents with a sweaty basement kegger, one woman deals with the consequences of giving her mischievous folks a few more hours on earth. The point of the film comes into focus when some of the young people playfully gang up on a peer who is approaching middle age without kids or marriage prospects, meaning there is no one to kill him when it's time; this seems to carry the same stigma as having to go into a nursing home without enough family to look after you. It's a smart, funny film, and you should see if it you can! I won't be surprised if Crickx turns out a feature in the near future.

[otter-pup]

we wake up, my long limbs still cradling your small frame, hands possessively on the swell of your belly.

while last night was the culmination of weeks spent apart, this morning it feels like the release of all that tension-- we fuck again, obviously, but it's lazy in the fresh light filtering through the window, a giggling, flushed morning. we talk about kinks, we chat about gender, we joke about being in bed with someone you barely know aside from the perfect way your bodies fit together, we discuss the developments of the past few weeks and i only occasionally derail your train of thought by making you gasp with pleasure.

it is morning, and at one point you have to prod me to bring me back to reality, as i'm lost in admiring how naturally suited you are to pregnancy, to growing my children... and how excited i am to see how huge you're inevitably going to get.

i could almost swear you already look more filled out than you did yesterday.

a few weeks later, i accompany you to an appointment. you haven't quite reached the second trimester mark yet, though your belly (so eager to grow with my young) looks like it could be approaching the third. coming up on three months, and, walking behind you down the hall, i can already detect the faint hint of a waddle in your gait.

time to find out just how thoroughly i've bred you.

-🦑

everything feels so much more relaxed as you wake up, your arms tightening around me as you adjust back to the waking world. i mumble a good morning, and you hum back, hands already wandering down from my belly. i laugh a little at that, considering your eyes are barely open, before i gasp and buck my hips against you.

it continues slow and gentle, you starting an actual conversation while we tease each other. we learn our kinks match up well, another point to the possibility that our insatiable need for each other is a sign of some sort; we laugh at ourselves for how quick we gave into it, twice now, three times if we count this. you ask me about the obvious, and i bite my lip from a mix of embarrassment and pleasure before explaining that i forgot to consider consequences until about two weeks ago now, and, well. here i am. (at the end of it, you find a new spot to touch, and im left struggling to finish what I was saying through gasps and moans.)

eventually, we’re both sated, and your hands are roaming my belly and hips again, gently rubbing over them, your eyes focused exclusively on my body while still clearly lost in your thoughts. i bask in it for a while, before finally forcing myself to gently push you away, reminding you that we need to start the day, especially since I need to get back to my apartment and find something I can fit in for my plans later.

we remember to exchange phone numbers this time, and i text you the details of my first appointment—the office was busy, so I had to wait a bit longer than usual for one, but they assured me it was fine. we find times to meet before then, and im bigger each time, raising the anticipation for my first appointment more and more.

im completely helpless to slow it down, not that i’d want to. the only real issue is finding clothes that fit. the rest of it all—the steadily increasing weight, the struggling to get up, the cravings and the hormones—are surprisingly enjoyable. it just feels so right to carry your young, to let my body swell to care for them, that im not even concerned with the looks on the other parents’ faces when they ask when I’m due in the waiting room and I respond that im only about ten, eleven weeks along.

you stay behind me while one of the nurses leads us to a room, having to slow a bit with how my walk has changed as I’ve swollen, slowed me down a little. not quite waddling yet, at least—the longer I can stay on my feet and moving, the better, right now.

i take a seat on the examination table. they don’t ask me to change into a gown, just having me pull up my already-slipping shirt fully. i look up at you as the nurse rubs on the gel, giving a small smile.

they already seemed to be questioning how big I was already, considering this was my first appointment, but the way their eyes widen upon actually starting the ultrasound says almost all I need to know. they reset their expression a second later, clearing their throat and continuing the exam.

they don’t say anything until the doctor comes in after. she’s equally bewildered as she lets us know that the babies are all healthy, before saying the number.

septuplets. you knocked me up with seven of your babies. im carrying seven of your babies.

i look back over at you, face flushed. i knew it would be a lot—my size says that on its own.

but my body was eager enough to grow seven of your babies. i can’t say anything while the doctor is there, but i try to tell you with just my eyes about the heat rebuilding in my core, and that we’re gonna need to go back to one of our places as soon as the appointments over.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Think of this as a bit of a prequel to my Jake is an er nurse au!

TW- terrible, kinda abusive/pressuring for sex oc cowboy bf for Jake. Don’t worry they break up.

Jake loves the rodeo. Decided to tag along with the guys that do it pro for a few years. Three years of this and he’s loved every second. Knows he won’t be a lifer like some of the guys though.

The men are a nice bonus as well.

He’s not a buckle bunny since he rides but goddamn does he love cowboys.

Emmitt is four years older then him. They’ve floated around each other for a few years. They compete in different circles, Jake rides bulls, Em rides horses.

Jake liked being pinned down and being made to ride his thigh until he’s crying.

He can hear his dads voice in his head telling him not to do anything or anyone too stupid.

Emmitt definitely qualifies as stupid. Twenty and twenty-five is definitely a stupid age gap. But the way he watches Jake ride makes it all worth it.

-

Jake is in the back of the truck, they’ve been making out for a good fifteen minutes. Jake hopes Em will decide to stick around after he fucks him tonight. They’re two nights out from another competition. Jake gets gently slapped in the face. Emmitt has a habit of doing that.

Jake’s not sure he’s a fan of it.

Suddenly there’s a pain in his leg. It’s been causing issues all week. Landed on his hip wrong last ride. “Em wait. Ow. Fuck my hip.”

Emmitt pulls back to look at Jake. He tilts his head. “Baby can’t take it come on. Please? For me?” Jake shakes his head “not tonight it’s fucked.” Emmitt sits back up. “Well guess I’ll be going then.” Jake scrambles to grab his wrist. “No stay!” The man looks at Jake. He grins like a shark.

“But sugar if I stay I’m just going to want to fuck you.” Jake blinks at him. He hears his dads voice saying if someone ever pressures him to walk away.

Jake shoves his shoulder, “we can make out but I’m not doing anything more tonight. If you’ve got an issue with it yeah you can leave.”

Emmitt leans over to kiss him. “Come on it can’t be that bad with how you were dancing with Ryan earlier.” Jake stares at him. “Fuck off don’t start this shit again. You know there’s nothing with me and Ryan.”

Emmitt shakes his head, “dunno seems like you’d hop on his dick pretty fast.” Jake can’t believe this. He shoves the door open and lands on his feet. “We’re not doing this. Go sleep it off Em.”

The problem Jake has is he’s lean. Has to be for riding. But Emmitt is bigger, stronger. Can’t blame Jake for having a type.

A hand latches itself around Jake’s wrist. He’s jerked to a stop. “Sugar stay. Don’t go be a pouty bitch. Or a slut.”

Jake spins, he rips his wrist out of the hold. “And just like that we’re done. Fuck you Emmitt what the hell. I’m not the one who gets drunk, flirts and feels up the buckle bunnies. You do that. You’re the slut.”

There’s a crack of a slap.

Jake can’t believe it.

He punches Emmitt in the face faster then he can think. His dads didn’t raise a pushover. Always said if he got hit he better hit harder

It makes Emmitt stumble. Jake grabs his hat and takes off for Ryan’s trailer. He hears footsteps behind him he runs faster.

He slams into the door and falls through, he shoves it closed. Ryan sits up from where he was with his own buckle bunny. “Hey. Uh. We broke up. He hit me. Hit him back. Didn’t like that.”

Ethan and Ryan blink at him. They both move at once. Ethan snatches the knife he keeps on the bedside table, Ryan grabs the shotgun from the kitchen.

They’re both just in boxers but they shove Jake behind them. Ryan rips open the door. “Emmitt were driving through Death Valley tomorrow, if you even think about touching Jake anymore you’ll not leave that Valley. You hear me?” Ethan sends the knife flying into Emmitts hat. There’s a scream.

“Fine! The slut wasn’t worth it anyways! Fucking whore! Fag ass dads too!”

Jake can only watch in fear. He’s never had a boyfriend this bad before.

Ryan pulls Ethan back from doing anything stupid.

They pull Jake onto the small couch. Ethan hands over a satellite phone. “Call your dads, tell them to meet us in Vegas. They’ll get to watch you win and you’ll have more people in your corner.”

Jake can only stare at the phone. “What if they’re mad.”

Ryan laughs, he pulls Jake under his arm. Jake leans into the bigger man, “your dads are the nicest people ever. If anything we’ll have to keep them from killing Emmitt.”

Jake smiles at that. Ethan lights a cigarette and passes it to Jake. Now Jake doesn’t tend to ever smoke but goddamn he feels like he deserves it today.

“I’ll grab you ice. Ethan go get the kid some food and something strong to drink.”

Jake smiles at them. He knows they’re giving him an opportunity to talk to his dads privately.

They lock the door after they leave.

Jake dials the house phone.

It rings and rings.

“Chris Seresin?”

Jake let’s put a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Dad? Some shit went down. Can y’all come to Vegas?”

Jake listens as his dad yells for the other two. “Baby of course. We’ll throw down vacation time. What’s wrong?”

Jake opens his mouth and closes it. He curls tighter in the blanket Ryan gave him. “I uh, broke up with the guy I was seeing. He didn’t like that much. Slapped me. I punched him back. I’m in Ryan’s trailer right now.”

He hears his pa start planning a murder. Can hear tata telling him to calm down. Jake smiles at that, why did he ever think they’d be mad. “We’ll be there. Pretty sure David, Lucas, Holly and Wolf will be too. we can make a trip out of it.”

Jake wipes the tears off. Ryan slips back into the trailer. He gives a questioning eyebrow, Jake gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright I gotta go, I’ll see y’all in Vegas. I love you.”

There’s a chorus of love you’s back. And promises of making sure he’s okay.

Ryan pulls Jake into another hug after he hangs up and holds the ice.

“I’m gonna quit. Be an ER nurse. I can’t do this my whole life.” Ryan laughs. “You say that like this is my long term plan. But seriously Jake you’d be an incredible nurse.”

Jake props himself up to look at Ryan, “you should marry Ethan. He deserves it for putting up with all the cowboy shit. He’s a goddamn clothing designer, he should be in California.” Ryan gently shoved Jake, “how do you know I haven’t proposed yet?”

Jake shoved him harder, “you can’t shut up about him, I’d know.” Speaking of the man he comes back with a burger and bottle of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas kiddo, Lea Ann sends her regards.”

They flip on the radio, Ryan starts strumming his guitar to the songs. Ethan pulls out his sketch book and sketches the way Jake and Ryan are leaning on each other.

It’ll be a long time before Jake can hear sugar and be fine but he’ll get there.

-

The next morning Emmitt is gone. Lea Anne insists she has no idea when he left. Everyone smiles at Jake. They might not all like the fact he’s gay but they do take care of their own.

Especially kids.

And that’s what Jake is to most of them, a kid, twenty.

[fruit-salad-ship]

I’ve been thinking bout arcane au and the way it’d pan out a bit more so bare with me I’m here for this one, it’s a little special interest area.

So peach was once a topsider like grey, she studied and grew up in Piltover, and became a successful doctor at a young age, destined to do a lot of good for people. She however was lacking is bed side manner, her people skills sucked, and while she could sew you up in a jiffy, and fix ailments with tonics and medicine, her ability to make people feel comfortable and cared for just fell short. To work around the issue she found a partner, someone who was more front of house, trained as a nurse, not a doctor. This friendly face made her small practice reputable, she found great success, built a reputation. Together they were on track to a bigger location, to help more people in need. Unfortunately her staff became complacent, and took a patient in to perform a standard procedure peach was known to successfully complete regularly. This was not her job, and she should have never done the job. The patient died and the blame fell to peach, her employee pinned it to her boss, and dodged taking the fall. Peach had her licence revoked and merits stripped, and her life fell apart, coming to be known as a failure in her field. Her life drifted to the lanes where they did not care about qualifications so much, if you could help people, that’s all that mattered. She was hired by another doctor who trained her in less practical methods, combining traditional practice with more…back alley.

There she stayed, getting caught up in the fear of the location, she didn’t belong, and people saw it. So she turned to shimmer, mild micro-doses, figured if anyone could control the symptoms it was her right? Wrong. She slipped into it, and realised her choices were being altered because of it. Her lack of control angered her, no more would she be the one being pushed around. She gave up the drugs, had the worst cold turkey she’s ever gone through, and probably ever would, and got far fitter to fill her time. The anger never left, and her time was spent fighting under bars for extra cash after her shift. As she grew in size less people messed with her, word spread that she was a doctor, and so she experienced less trouble for that too. The respect of the lanes found her, and her cold and sarcastic bedside manner fit the location perfectly. She still longs for the old days, to be above the smog and dirt, saving every penny she can for a ride out of the area. When hextech developed their speedy transportation gates, it felt even more achievable to leave one day.

Plum learns of peach’s desire to leave and doesn’t wish to lose the doctor in her pocket, mostly because she’s grown fond of her, but also because a medic is a rarity. She sabotages any steps peach makes to leaving by pulling strings and using her power. Eventually peach is in so deep with her evil deeds, getting caught up in bad situations and dodgy deals that she’s not able to leave. Peach is alerted by grey that plums been seen with some dealers, and so peach goes to her boss’ home and questions her. Plums strung out, looks like she’s had a rough night, and it’s unmistakably a come down, peach knows it first hand, and has seen many patients with the same symptoms. Calls plum out instantly, gets in her face and angry. She’s become fond of the lane royal, knows she’s bad news but it’s hard not to find her oddly compelling. Plum argues back, how could peach possibly know what it’s like? To be small, to feel weak? The more she shouts at the doctor, tries to rationalise her decisions to use shimmer, and eventually, after enough hostility, peach snaps, grabs her little companions arm and gets right in her face. Tells her the truth, that she was once smaller, and very hooked on the stuff. Their heart to heart is not believed, plums sceptical, and doesn’t believe it until peach shows her, the whole chunk of her hip and side scared and discoloured thanks to the drug. Proof. Plum shuts up and sits down. Peach ends the confrontation with an offer, come to her practice, get free of the junk. It’s not needed, she’s plenty strong without it.

Plum does, sheepishly turns up after a day, starts the process of pulling shimmers claws out of herself. It’s not fun, a messy, uncomfortable, awful process. But peach is there every step of the way, doesn’t leave her alone, no room to touch it again, not losing her to it.

Peach in this au is about 6 years older than the other two, and for that reason alone both grey and plum take to calling her Dr.Mommy, it started as a way to annoy her, but ended up being weirdly appropriate. Both parties have issues in that area, and look at her like an authority figure of sorts. They’ll get drunk and stand at street level howling up at peach’s apartment until she comes out onto the balcony, a woman who spends her free days in nothing but underwear and an open kimono. They demand drunkenly that she let them in, to which she throws shoes at them to try to get them to leave. As soon as she goes inside plum scales the side of the building, sneaks to let grey in, and they jump into Docs bed without hesitation to bother her.

This care costs extra.

[ophidian-petals]

I Am An Ostomate...

For those of you that aren't familiar with this term, you might recognize it if you know what a colostomy bag is which is similar to what I have which is an illeostomy.

Early last year I had rushed colon surgery which left me with an ileostomy. A colostomy is for the large intestine and an ileostomy is for the small intestine. I have an ileostomy because they removed most of my large intestine.

I was told that the ostomy (general term ileostomy, colostomy etc.) was temporary, but due to complications I am going into a year of having it. The complications of having an ostomy can be rather stressful at times not to mention expensive!

I have a great wound care nurse that actually fought to get me the supplies I needed. Now, to understand this, my insurance does cover what I need, but only so much per month. When leaking issues are rampant and your quickly exhaust what supplies you have long before your next shipment... things can get expensive. Thankfully I had tax money to help then I was able to go back to work which also helped.

I was given a basic overview of ostomies while in the husband, but as time went on I realized, too late, that there was a lot more to know. I won't go into detail, but I feel like a person that has an ostomy for the first time needs to be given much more an education! Almost a year in and I realized that what I thought was a weird should strap for a travel kit was in fact an ostomy belt. I knew about ostomy belts from early on, but when looking them up they looked completely different.

Growing up my grandmother had a colostomy bag which minorly prepared me for having an ileostomy which I don't think is much different from having a colostomy. I knew about burping your bag which is a lot more convenient with the Hollister snap on kind. Originally I would hold the bottom of the bag upwards to then open it and press the gas out of the bag or if I have to I will open the bottom over a toilet and press the gas out that way. With the Hollister strapon kind all I have to do is unsnap a small portion of it and if need be press the gas out, but it usually comes out pretty well.

Not until here in the last few months have I really had an issue with skin irritation or rather erosion as what I assumed was stomach acid present in the stool would eat away at the skin around the stoma (I feel like I'll have to do another post specifically about these terms etc, but the stoma is the part of the intestine thats exposed... basically it refers to your new butthole). This can be very unpleasant, but I was given some miconazole powder (antifungal) to use any redness. In other words, use it before it gets bad. It does work.

Shortly before Thanksgiving I was admitted into the hospital due to a severe case of skin irritation possibly an infection. The doctor and nurse both said they don't if it was due to an infection or just irritation, but they put me on antibiotics anyways and it did eventually heal up. I was having issues with the wafer sticking and I was going through supplies like crazy. It was like it was right after my second surgery when I was having to change my otomy up to five times a day! Needless to say that is not supposed to be the case! I didn't want to waste anymore supplies and it was over the weekend so wound care wasn't open and my surgeon's office wasn't available. I did what I thought was the best possible thing to do with what I had on hand... tape a grocery bag to my stomach. I am a bigger person so I could tuck half of the bag under my stomach and tape the upper half to me. Just over the course of three days, most of my stomach on that side become red and weepy. The weepiness is what was causing the wafer from sticking and it just got worse... I was finally able to get to the wound care on tuesday which she urged me to go the hospital that same day which I did. They kept me over night and released me the day before thanksgiving.

There were only two things that seemed to help with the weeping issue. The wound care nurse either used a skin protective barrier which kind of reminds me duoderm or this purple stuff (Marathon brand, its cyanoacrylate, a medical adhesive) which worked wonders, but is super expensive! Later on, I learned about crusting. Technically I learned it from the wound care nurse, but I thought crusting was dependent on the purple stuff. Crusting is where we take Brava powder and sprinkle it on to the affected area. Then we take protective barrier wipes and dab the area after brushing the excess powder off. Do this two to three times and a crust will begin to form. The powder will only stick to the areas it needs to stick to and dabbing rather than wiping ensures that the powder doesn't get wiped off but coated with the barrier liquid.

Having an ostomy is no fun, but it is manageable and even more so if you actually pay attention to what should be avoided. Early on I was told to avoid certain foods such as fruits with the peel on, mushrooms, seeds etc. That these things could cause a blockage which I assumed was in reference to intestinal blockages, but after learning about pancaking, I believe that might be the reason for it. You will notice that certain foods don't get fully digested and might seem to move right through you like it wasn't even touched! Chew all you want, but sometimes food slips by. The thicker the stool, the more it might build up at the stoma site causing it to eventually push through the barrier and come out from underneath the wafer... yeah, always a pleasant experience! The problem was that this would happen with liquids too. I've learned alot since getting my ostomy back in February of last year, but I feel like there is still things to learn and improvements to be made. For example, they really need to explain pancaking and why avoiding certain foods is necessary! For the longest time I didn't know that this little pack of deodorant they gave me was actually a lubricant to help things move down into the pouch. Early on I knew that there was deodorant items I could use if need be, but nothing about it being lubricant. I can't get this through my insurance while getting other things, but using a small amount of olive oil seems to help when leaking doesn't occur. I had so much leaking issues that I would leave an ostomy on for as long as possible reaching into a two week period! I, personally, don't think I have ever had to change an ostomy because it had been 3-7 days. Its always been because I had to change it due to leakage. I would even put large sheets of tape that I had leftover from wound care (the surgery incision) on to the areas surrounding the wafer to help contain any leaks and it helped! I ran out of the tape though and started using other medical tapes. I even thought about getting some adhesive like skin-tac or mastisol to try and re-seal the areas of the wafer that came lose either on their own or due to leakage. I've had times where the wafer won't even stick!

Going back to the grocery bag incident, which I am now going through the same thing again, but this time it was due to constant leaking. Not just Hollister, but Coloplast as well. The thing is that the ileal fluid (basically intestinal juices from the small intestine) cause skin irritation, because there was nothing there preventing it from getting on my skin, I tried several different things. I didn't think to tape it up, but first off I tried applying hand lotion. Why? It has oil in it and oil and water don't mix so I figured it would create an oil slick... I don't think it worked in the long run. To help dry up the area, I tried crusting, but it wouldn't dry for some reason and the liquid would just wash the powder away anyways. I'm trying to add miconazole powder this time to help kick any fungal infection in its butt. I read on a forum that some liquid antacid that is no longer being made could be used... I don't remember the name now, but it was like mylanta. I didn't some research and saw that this particular type had two ingredients that the others didn't have both of. There was also an inactive ingredient that the other didn't have. This form made it sound like it would dry up on the skin and the generic stuff I got did, but not on the weeping skin. I was looking for something to create a barrier, to dry the area up, but what went over my head was that it was an antacid and was primarily used to soothe the pain due to ileal fluid being acidic. Mylanta etc. neutralizes acids. Another source said to use hydrocortisone cream (ointments are more oily) and let it sit there undisturbed for about ten minutes. In that time it would dry up, but like the mylanta stuff would. Didn't work. There was also hydroclloidal sheets that I didn't try. No reason other than money.

Before wrapping this all up I want to state that I got a lot of help including many supplies from my wound care nurse (all of them were great at the clinic!) and multiple free samples and help from an individual at a local pharmacy. Yes, free samples! Now, I can't promise and will not promise that your pharmacy would do the same, but I think they just took an understanding to me. Given I've been through a lot and my age might have had a role to play. People usually notice the seemingly shocking fact that someone so young had colon surgery and has an ostomy. My next post op appointment is next month, but I'm going to see if my surgeon will do the surgery sooner than later despite the risks...

Have a good day and a blessed New Year!

[tarithenurse]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Smut/lemons/nsfw/sexual themes = * Mental health issues = % Violence/gore = #

Always watch out for individual chapter warnings/content.Reader is per default female unless otherwise stated.

Series

Orphan %

Reader comes back after the Snappening to find out more about herself than she expected, leaving a much bigger burden to deal with than five years in the void otherwise would have. Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13

One-shots

Afterparty *

It's good that someone can get Reader to bed after a night out.

Blue Xmas

Ex!Steve Rogers & GN!reader. AU. First xmas as single again is tough. Challenge submission for @justagirlinafandomworld​.

Mister Rogers and Mister Barnes

Stucky. Nursing home AU. Drabble-esque. Mister Barnes is, despite being grumpy, one of your favourite residents at your work. One day something has piqued his interest.

Not enough *

Sort of a sexpollen thing. Smutty for sure. Kinda dubcon but not.

Reunited

Stucky. When Steve finds Bucky in the Hydra facility during WW2, there's a lot they both have to come to terms with.

[mjammies]

Can someone come and collect Apsen (the Elite)

rereading the selection series havent read it since probably high school. i am currently reading the elite and here are my thoughts for a couple chapters. new developments as ive gotten older, 1) I hate america with every fiber in my being and 2) apparently im team maxon now. Things that havent changed, 1) grammar and spelling still suck and 2) too lazy to fix those issues previously mentioned. anywho here are my thoughts for the elite ch 11-13

Ch  11

Post rodding incident:

-marlee and carter are together and miss thing is still mad

-doesnt see how canning is merciful over dying 

-Oppression olympics!! Trying to tell the others they would be begging for death over rodding, girl stop

-”im sure ive experienced far worse than you” okayyy heres a cookie miss maam

-now you lunging at people cause they calling your friend names. Okayy i get it but i think this stuff is striking a cord in you. Like was that a personal attack. 

-not the nurses spreading gossippp. Lol not them ready for that girl to get jumped. As i said if it was celeste getting the beating miss thing wouldnt even bat an eye

-celeste out here putting glass in the gurlls shoes omgg

-not celeste out here hitting the help omgggg

-girlll stopp asking about marlee, she did what she did and that is the end of that. No body is moving, marlee is out living her life with her busted man.

-girllllll pick-me pick-me pick-me, you should know by now HEIS NOT LETTING YOU GO 

Like get it through your thick red skull that you could literally jump his father and he would still find a way to let you stay, like give it up unless you decide to go home you will literally be stuck in this palace forever so hang it up NEOW.

-out of all the people you dont trust and its maxon like girl stop

Ch12

-here come aspen, rolls eyes 

-a date?! Are you kidding me. Aspen kys pls, thank you 

- im ready for this castle to blow up 

-”we might get caught” I SURE HOPE SO

-”if you ever want to seek around the palace im the guy to do it with” OKAYYY BOTH OF YALL KYS THEN cause what 

-”i was still worried, but i needed to be comforted so badly” okay so your also a w****

-not aspen tryna sabotage. YOU CANNOT COMPETE WITH A PRINCE, HANG IT TF UP ASPEN

-yall thinking he gon do the ole bait and switch. Start beating on that girl as soon as the vows are read or something

-” i feel so stupid” YOU SHOULD 

-”i couldnt imagine being with anyone else” buttt…… dont you marry her maid so…..

-”im really sorry maxon turned out to be such a bad guy.” HUH! Whatthehellyouisyoutalmbout

When did we decide he was a bad guy, when did the council come to THAT decision 

-”maxons hold on me was slipping away” the hold of a PRINCE is slipping away.. Okay pack it  up ELECTRIC CHAIR for yous BOTH

-brooo they caught yall in a closet plz bffr

-loll they called miss girl a clown thats so funny 

-see now theyre both treasonous talm bout tried to release her during her canning, now youre in last place with the nation 

-”make sure shes worthy” WELL I CAN TELL YOU WHO ISNT! WITH A QUICKNESS TOO

Ch13

-“The king was expecting me to fail” you know what, if i was the king id want you to fail too lmao

-”I ran from the room” -1000000000 aura points, toughen up plzzzz

-”when aspen slid my door open that night” the way i would be standing there waiting on him with a gun cause have you lost your MINDDDD

-”you know who you are dont let anyone try to change you” broo nobody like America BUT YALL

-”all you know how to do is play the piano? Suddenly you’re supposed to know how to do clerical work” bruhhh do yall think sitting at a desk is going to kill you like PLZZZZ -broo what is he gonna do with these pennies

-first pennies now buttons mad face

-oh so it sacrifices what you want, is that it!!! It is cause he has nothing else to give????!!!?!?!?!?

-”Apsen’s generosity was harder to see because it wasnt as grand as Maxon’s, but the heart behind what he gave was so much bigger” SO….. youre telling me that if maxon gave you a STICK then it would mean more to you