#suppose I won't really know until I get bottom surgery

[thatdykepunkslut]

overstim for the ask game?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I'm arguably stone at the best of times but it's fun to do to other folks!

[antisociallilbrat]

Wisdom Teeth Poly Losers HCs

I got my wisdom teeth out recently and :)) I am in so much pain bc what was suppose to be a simple surgery turned into fuck shit bc ofc I had to have complicated teeth :))) my bottom teeth were on my nerve line and the dentist didn't realize this until they were pulling my bottom teeth out- I was awake too, just numb :) anyways enjoy some headcannons for what I think would happen with the Losers getting their wisdom teeth out

So this is set in my Poly losers universe and when they're young adults most of the losers have to get their wisdom teeth removed

The exceptions are Richie because his dad was a dentist so he had them removed in high school and also Eddie because of his mom

Eddie didn't even need his removed but of course his mom had them done anyways :/ I think also because of her he had them removed first, a year or so before Richie

This leaves Mike, Stan, Bev, Ben, and Bill who needs to get their removed

What prompts this is Bill, who a tooth ache and refused to go the dentist. Due to his parent's neglect he never really went to the dentist so he doesn't see why he has to go now

It takes Eddie threatening to forcefully drag Bill there himself for him to finally go

And yes Eddie goes with Bill and yes Eddie holds his hand during the appointment because Bill won't admit it but he's a little scared of those tools

Turns out one of Bill's wisdom teeth are infected and need to removed asap

So when they get home to discuss scheduling Bill's surgery with the others, Bill's worried and Mike being Mike graciously mentions how he still needs to get his removed to agrees to do it with Bill

This gives Stan the idea that- Hey they're starting to have a bit of extra income, might as well go get everyone else's done too

They're going to have Mike and Bill go first and then the next weekend Bev and Ben and THEN Stan will go

There's no reason he decided he would go last

Any who Bill and Mike's surgery happens and Bill is the BIGGEST BABY who clings to Mike the moment they get in the car

They're both drugged up and Mike goes to kiss Bill bc 'oh no his baby' and poor Ben has to get into the back between Mike and Bill to keep them from accidently hurting themselves

Bill and Mike just both end up clinging to Ben and the moment they get home won't let Ben leave them

They both proceed to pass out on Ben on the couch

Ben doesn't mind

Also I love the idea of Richie spoon feeding Mike and Bill with mocking pouty faces and going like 'Oooo does Billy Willy and Mikey Wikey hurt?'

Mike laughs (the best that he can) at Richie and Bill throws a pillow at him

He misses

Otherwise Mike and Bill heal up with little complications- Thanks to Stan and Eddie, and neither of them mind eating junk food like smoothing and apple sauce for a couple days

Oh also Bill ended having to braces a couple weeks after his surgery because he never got them in his teens and turns out he needed them- he's very upset about it

You can take the headcannon of young adult Bill with braces from my cold dead fists

The next weekend it's Ben and Bev's turn

Knowing what happened with Bill and Mike, after the surgery Bev and Ben ride home in separate cars

Richie rides in the back with Bev in the car she's in and drugged up Bev is OBSESSED with Richie's hair

Like she can't stop herself from running her hand through it and tugging on the curls

Richie finds this hilarious

Meanwhile Ben gets nauseous from the pain medicine :( bb is not having a good time and rides with his head in Bill's lap

But it turns out Ben probably has the easiest recovery of them all bc the next day he feels completely fine and can act like normal- aside from his mushy diet but he was already a big smoothie guy anyways

Poor Bev suffers

She's a texture person when it comes to food and Stan and Eddie has to fight to keep her from eating the wrong things bc she keeps trying to rush the healing process

The next week is worst than the actual surgery for her

The moment she gets the okay she can eat like normal though, all the Losers work together to cook her her favorite meal

And by all the Losers I mean Ben and Mike while the others help

Also she had to quit smoking during her heal week and that was absolute hell so she was very grouchy

Everyone- even Eddie- was happy when she got to light up again

Then it's Stan's turn for him to get his teeth out

He's very calm and composed and he trusts Eddie to take care of him since its Eddie and he's been helping Stan take care of the others

Turns out Stan's teeth are impacted which means a big ouch

But he's Stan and he'll be damned with unnecessary teeth are going to break him

He actually manages to sleep the whole way back and barely wakes up when Eddie changes his gauze- he goes back to sleep and sleeps till the next day

And then the next day he is in absolute pain and its like the pain meds aren't even working

He won't tell the Losers but they know. They all stick close by, particularly Richie and Bill since they both don't have day jobs

They know Stan is in pain because he actually allows the two dufoses to cuddle him in his bed- and he's usually not a cuddly guy

If one of them have to get up there's a Loser ready to replace them

Mike makes sure the mushy food Stan eats is till kosher <3

Stan very much loves his Losers bc he didn't have to say how much pain he was in, they just knew

Okay that's all, yes I know there's spelling/grammar errors. I'm in pain and on pain pills, whadda want from me?

[flightlessapollo]

Trans JoJo's JJBA HCs

So turns out I will be doing those posts about the JoJo's and their genderqueer identities. Suppose I'll be going in order here, enjoy <3

(This is a long one so it's going under the cut)

Jonathan Joestar- I feel like Jonathan isn't trans, but if he knew his descendants were trans (after it was explained to him cuz he was around in the 1880s), he would be incredibly supportive. If anyone is trans in part 1 I feel like it would be Speedwagon, maybe I'll go into gender hcs for the Jobros/villains at a later date. Regardless, Jonathan is cis and a sweetie.

George (Jorge? idk) Joestar II- Honestly I can't really speak on this one, I haven't read his spinoff and I know nothing about him. If I had to guess I would say he's most likely cis but I really don't know.

Joseph Joestar- Now we get into the gender-diverse side of this bloodline. I feel like Joseph is AMAB but has a slight bit of a transfem nonbinary identity. Like he doesn't feel fully like a man but he also doesn't align fully with "woman" either and so he's kind of an in-between and he's very comfortable with that. Like she's a he/she type of person and feels very comfortable being gnc in all ways. Joseph really just plays around with gender and doesn't care what you call that, he's just living his life to its fullest.

Holy Kujo- Another cis Joestar who I feel would be incredibly supportive. She knows her parent is nonbinary and has a fluid identity so when her son came out she gave him a huge hug and told him she would love and support him in being his authentic self. She's also very supportive of her granddaughter of course and after working through the complicated feelings around learning she has a brother, she's supportive of Josuke as well. An ally through and through.

Jotaro Kujo- Jotaro is a binary trans man and he's quite happy with that. Though he does enjoy skirts and heels, he strictly wears those privately. He realized he was a boy very young and came out young as well. Though of course, he won't admit it he's a bookworm and found out what being transgender (a different term was used when he was growing up in the 80s but I don't feel comfortable using it) was when he was young and realized it aligned with his experience of himself. His coming out was a very easy process, his mom being so supportive. It was made even easier because he came out during the period of his life when he and his mother had a very good relationship. A he/him guy, he bound until he was 18, at the age of 18 he was able to get on hrt and get top surgery through the Speedwagon Foundation; he never pursued bottom surgery. His wife was a trans woman and he was the one who gave birth to Jolyne.

Josuke Higashikata(4)- Josuke is another binary trans man, though he feels more connected to his femininity than his nephew gender-wise. I think it's obvious they're quite gnc and they feel very comfortable playing with gender much in the same way their parent does/did. He realized his gender identity a bit older than his nephew, in his early teens. Josuke is okay with he/they pronouns and often expresses his gender in a very gnc way. He wasn't a huge fan of binding so he very often didn't do it, though he did deal with top dysphoria. They were fortunate after meeting the other side of their family and were able to get hormones at 16 and top surgery at 18. He waited until he was a good few years older to pursue any kind of bottom surgery, and got meta in his late 20s.

Giorno Giovanna- Another AMAB Joestar. They were gender nonconforming from a young age and as a teen they came out as nonbinary to their very close friends, though his identity didn't have much relevance to his work as the head of Passione. Nothing really hugely changed for her and she didn't do any medical transition. Socially, again he kept his gender to his close friends but used it to his advantage to ensure his safety. Often any pronouns were used for them in situations where revealing any info on the boss would put her in danger. Giorno is okay with any pronouns and their friends tend to default to they/them, which they don't mind. They continued to play with gender expression as they got older, enjoying the joy it brought them to toy with expression and gender roles.

Jolyne Kujo(Cujoh?)- Jolyne is a trans woman who knew about her identity and was firm about it from a very young age. As a child she expressed that she was a girl and her parents, both being trans themselves, we're supportive of that identity. She grew up as any typical girl would, her parents helping her change her legal documents and get her on puberty blockers before AMAB puberty began for her. She started hrt at 15 and didn't pursue any surgeries for transition but did get some professional voice training for a few years to help warm her voice and mature it. Jolyne gives she/her as an answer when asked her pronouns but doesn't mind if people (especially close friends) use they/them. She has a large interest in fashion and while not entirely gnc, she has always enjoyed finding her own unique style of what gender means to her.

Jonathan "Johnny" Joestar- This one is tough and still one I'm kind of thinking through (I plan to reread SBR so I think my opinion with crystalize when I do that) what exactly I think. He could just be cis, or he couldn't and I really don't know that i have a strong feeling either way? I get a trans sort of vibe from him but unlike all other Joestars who give me that vibe I can't pin down why. If he is trans he definitely binds but wouldn't have access to any other type of transitional care obviously due to the time period he lived in.

Josuke Higashikata (8)- Well his situation is confusing isn't it? I suppose the thing to do here is look at Josefumi and Yoshikage? Or perhaps not because Josuke is his own person (wasn't that like an important piece of his story? Forgive me folks I didn't understand all of Jojolion and haven't really touched it since it finished so-) so, perhaps Josefumi or Yoshikage were trans, but I don't think we get enough time with them to be sure. And based on Josuke alone i feel he isn't trans. Ofc in the manga we know he has AMAB anatomy but even disregarding that i just do not really feel a trans pull from him. He's certainly an ally though. Especially since I do feel Yasuho is trans and since I ship her and Josuke, she definitely wouldn't be dating a transphobe.

And yeah! There's that. Really really long and shit. Um. If you read all the way to this point ily man cuz this was just a bunch of silly nonsense that just lives in my brain. Hope at least some part of it interested you.

Final note: These are all just headcanons of mine, don't take them too seriously.

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Personal, and likely tmi, under the cut... me thinking out loud.

Had a doctor's appointment today and am now considering some things I perhaps should have pieced together by now.

I've never been super interested in sex, for a number of reasons. I rarely feel sexual attraction and I don't often desire to be touched (as such, I am not touched often, even casually, so perhaps I'm a bit starved), but that doesn't mean I have no sex drive. Even before going on T, I had plenty of sexual fantasies and would masturbate occasionally. My drive has increased in a predictable manner since starting T, but my fantasies and the way I masturbate have not changed.

I almost never imagine myself in a sexual scene, only two or more other people fucking with me as a disembodied observer. For a long time, I thought that meant I was just a voyeur, and maybe I am, but I think it goes deeper than that. I think my horny subconscious understands that there is a mental disconnect between me and my body. It knows that there's something wrong, or perhaps something missing about me, so it never slots me into a role that could, I guess, create cognitive dissonance or stress? A deep-rooted coping mechanism for bottom dysphoria, perhaps?

Because then, there's how I masturbate, which I've never heard other people say they do. I essentially trap my clit between my thighs and squeeze my legs tight to apply pressure until I come. Pressure is key. Vibration hasn't really worked so far, and neither has stroking or grinding on something. Penetration is problematic too, for reasons I won't get into here. It's a crude and haphazard method, I suppose, but it's the only thing that consistently works, and now I may have figured out why. Maybe.

I wish I had a dick. I don't know if I necessarily want to pursue bottom surgery (not yet, at least), but I wish I had a dick. And I think I jerk off the way I do because it's the closest way I can simulate the feeling of having one. I'm giving myself a thighjob, essentially, often while imagining how the penetrating partner in my fantasies feels. I can't put myself in their shoes, but I can replicate their pleasure, I guess.

Maybe, I don't know. I only just came to this realization, and it may be bullshit. I just hope that as I keep going through my transition, these murky feelings and behaviors will become clear to me, as many others have.

[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!

[night-creeps]

I think the worst thing about the trans legislation changes Smith is proposing is that the trans healthcare system in Alberta is already fucking nonexistant. Afaik there is only 1 transgender care clinic in the province that provides for children, this is a team of psychiatrists and psychologists that provide a diagnosis of being transgender to be able to qualify for any trans healthcare and a team of endocrinologists that provide a prescription to hormone replacement therapy.

Currently under the law there is nothing stopped a kid under the age of 17 from getting top surgery, other than parental consent and a diagnosis. But no kid under 17 is getting these surgeries. You wanna know why?

When I came out as trans at about 16 years old, my therapist put in a referral to the clinic and told me I would hear from them. I brought it up occasionally, asking if she had heard anything. Then a year later I ask again and she says she had forgotten to send her certification to them and that the referral never actually got sent. She sends it for real this time, but then one of the handful of psychologists was stepping down so the wait time was going to be extended. I got my GP to send another referall to the other clinic (at the time there two). About 9 months later I get an 'unofficial' meeting with the psychologist who was stepping down because my psychiatrist was friends with them. Nearly 2 years after starting this process I was finally seeing someone! Not much came of it. Since it was unofficial nothing really happened, I was supposed to see him again but never did. About 6 months after that I finally got a call from the other clinic. They scheduled me an appointment with an endocrinologist for 3 months later. So. 2 and a half years after starting the process I was finally started on HRT. 8 months after that I graduated school and got to meet with more psychologists. I finally got put on a wait list for top surgery. For those few months though I was terrified I would have to start the whole process again once I turned 18. Thankfully that wasn't the case. So I was going to get a call to schedule a consult 6-9 months after that. A year later I call them and ask if there's any update. I get told the wait time is now 12-18 months. A little over 18 months after being put on the waitlist I finally schedule a consult with a plastic surgeon. Where I am told it is another 12-16 month wait until I can get surgery done.

I started this process at 16. I am currently fucking 20 years old. ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS. To get top surgery before 17 a kid would have to come out as trans at 12 and start the process immediately. Even if they have an accepting family, they might not have a therapist or psychologist willing to refer them. Most family doctors wouldn't refer them either. And unless they live in Edmonton or Calgary, if their parents can't take time off work to take them to their appointments they won't be starting this process at all.

There are 2 plastic surgeons offices in the entire province doing gender affirming care, and a shortage of anesthesiologists to boot so even if there were more surgeons there's still a shortage of OR's. And bottom surgery is not done in province, period.

Unless you come from a rich and supportive family who can fly you to a specialist out of province, there is an almost 0% chance that someone under the age of 17 is even getting gender affirming surgeries done. All it's doing is meaning that the waiting process can only start at 17. That's not even mentioning all the horrifying and queerphobic rules being put in place in regards to name and pronoun usage in school, or being able to learn about queer content at all.

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳all the king's men ♡ ☾

in which all the king's men couldn't put the pieces of y/n l/n together. we all have the days where we're insecure and broken, this is one of hers.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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tw: insecurity, bullying

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all the king's men

y/n, for lack of a better description, was feeling like humpty dumpty. she had seen herself in the mirror last night, and felt positively traumatised. she had come back from a quidditch practice session, and the results were quite terrifying.

she didn't understand. quidditch made the guys more toned and even a few of her teammates had abs. what did it do to her? well, it made her shoulders broad, which she thought was highly unattractive to anyone, and not at all slim! sure, it was fun and kept her fit, but terribly horrible, in her opinion, in trying to fit in to the beautiful girls that went to hogwarts.

she admired angie johnson and cho chang and ginny. she really did. y/n knew how hard it was to be beautiful, and she liked when other people were so beautifully beautiful. it just made her feel terrible, because what was the chance of her keeping her boyfriend in fred weasley when fiercely pretty girls were dancing elegantly around her?

there wasn't any time to be mopey and sad, so she gathered all her books and immediately went to breakfast. she didn't even bother going over to fred and greeting him. she saw how happy he was laughing with george and lee. surely she wouldn't bother him. instead she plopped down next to alicia.

"you ok?" alicia spinnet asked her.

she nodded, "fine."

"you sure?"

"no."

"wanna talk about it?"

"do you think it's too early to get plastic surgery?" y/n joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"what the fuck, no. what's up?" alicia's eyes were lit with concern.

"i don't feel pretty," her voice was but a whisper.

alicia caught it.

"why? you're literally adorable."

"you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me that."

"hmm, nah, i truly believe it."

"well i don't," y/n said miserably.

"oi, l/n, your hair down today?" adrian pucey snarled, "it's gonna give me aids."

a few students snorted.

"you can get aids then. shut your mouth," y/n retorted back.

the whole school look startled. was this the same, prefect, goody-two-shoes y/n l/n?

adrian pucey opened his mouth.

"i said shut. your. mouth."

fred weasley watched in a mixture of furiousness and pride. he knew that pucey had a crush on y/n too. he was just terrible in expressing it. fred didn't like the way y/n's eyes sadly flitted to alicia afterwards. and she hadn't come up to him and given him a kiss today. maybe she just wanted a bit of space??

"see?" y/n sighed, "not even my hair is pretty." she tied it up.

alicia laughed, "adrian just wants your attention."

that made y/n laugh. "why? why?" it was a rhetorical question. she got up, and smiled at adrian in the most menacing way that he shrunk.

"miss l/n, your outburst was quite rude-" snape began.

"my apologies professor, of course, i was in the wrong. adrian pucey brought the topic surrounding my hair up, called it ugly. now what would you do if a student called your hair ugly?" y/n said, eyes burning with fury but conscience too good to lose her temper.

"i-i would give them a scolding."

"likewise. good day, professor."

"fucking hell, he is such a sh-" alicia muttered as she got up and followed y/n out to class.

"ali, that's enough," their retreating voices could be heard.

fred kept his eye on y/n through the day, giving her the space he thought she needed.

she looked very like her normal self, until she encountered pucey again.

"l/n, nice squinty eyes," pucey laughed.

y/n's shoulders sagged. her eyes dimmed and she let her ponytail fall in front of her face.

"ponytail won't fix them," he laughed meanly, "can they fix your dumpling body?"

fred frowned deeply, "fuck off, adrian," he angrily said, "that's my girlfriend you're talking to."

"oh, you have someone like weasley to save you? i don't even think you deserve him as a boyfriend."

y/n didn't answer, fearing that tears would spill out of her eyes. she had just been feeling worse and worse about herself. instead, when the bell signalled the end of classes, she hurried quickly off to wherever, trying to pull herself together.

she felt like she was at the bottom of the earth. her eyes finally let go of the tears that needed to be spilt. she leant sobbing against a stout tree in the forbidden forest, head slumped gloomily against the trunk, eyes trying to find anything, anything, that could be remotely comforting and hands fiddling nervously with the flowers that bloomed happily around her. her whole body shook in anxiety. she wished she had her mum or dad here to help her. but they were back at home.

how did fred love her?

she wished she didn't have stupid hair or squinty eyes or a dumpling body. but she couldn't ignore the mean, yet so true, remarks about her body adrian made. they were morally wrong and he deserved to be stabbed, but they were factual. she used to just laugh and joke about him too, but now she realised that maybe she should pay more attention to the way she eats and works and the way she talks and looks and presents herself and put more makeup on and-

fred found her crying there, by the little pond, shrinking away from the mere sight of her own appearance. he didn't get it.

well, he did, but he didn't know why such a beautiful girl like his girlfriend was crying.

"y/n?"

she flinched and stopped crying.

"sorry, i'll leave. i don't think you want a dumpling of a girlfriend sharing this nice space," she attempted to joke, but it fell short. she wasn't joking anymore. her tone was serious and genuine. the unexpected good nature pucey's remarks were received in usually was gone, and for good reason. it had broken her into the tiniest little pieces.

fred felt it. he felt his heart stop.

"is this about what pucey said to you, lovely?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek, and pulling her close to him.

she nodded, feeling immensely better already. the smell of him made her calm down insanely.

"so you don't want space?"

"n-no, i was just..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"mhm?" he looked at her and waited.

"it's silly."

"well, it's got you crying, i don't think so."

"the stuff a-adrian says is true," her voice was quiet and small.

fred frowned.

"i'm not cute or elegant or even hot," she continued, "i-i'm not as pretty as anyone here."

"well, my little love, if my opinion even matters, you are stunning. i think you're the prettiest person in the world, both on skin and in here," he patted his own heart, "do you know how long i pined after you?"

"no?"

"i'm still pining after you, gorgeous."

"d-do you mean it when you say gorgeous?" her eyes were broken and teary.

"of course. it hurts me when you are upset. because you are gorgeous and much more because you are so nice and good to me and to everyone else too. pucey's a complete shithead and when i next see him i will bash his head in. i'm so sorry i didn't notice, love, i thought you were mad at me."

"no it's fine, i just don't understand. you're fred weasley. so many girl's want you and you-you choose...me?," a sad frown was etched on her face, her tone confused.

"y/n, you're my only choice. i don't want the other girls. i can see the appeal of you. i-i know i'm not the best with words like you, but i really care about you. i love you, i adore you, you're the bestest person i've ever met."

and he knows he's brought the happiness back in her. she giggled. he felt relieved, because he knew he wasn't good at all at comforting people and y/n was so special to him- why didn't he say that earlier to her?

"bestest isn't a word, freddie."

"well you get what i mean, right? you're really special to me," there it was.

she nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she kissed him on the lips, before snuggling closer to him.

"darling, wouldn't you rather go back to the castle to cuddle?"

hesitantly, she shook her head.

"why?"

"'drian's there."

"adrian cannot hurt you, okay? whatever he tells you is wrong. he's wrong," he gently says, pulling her close to him, "besides, if he does, i'm here, and you're strong."

"i just cried about it, i can't be strong."

"crying doesn't mean you're weak, darling, sometimes we all cry and that's okay."

y/n nodded.

"here, i brought this for you, maybe it's a comfort??" he blushed as he handed her his quidditch hoodie.

she grinned and put it on.

he couldn't stop blushing at the sight of her, so he tilted his face away to save himself the embarrassment.

noticing and mistaking his turned away head for disgust, y/n took the hoodie off, downcastedly handing it back to him.

"sorry," she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as fred looked at her in confusion.

"y-you can have it back, yeah, there's no need to hide your shame, here, s-sorry," she stuttered out.

"shame?" he asked, looking worriedly down at her.

"mhm," she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "sorry."

he finally understood.

"angel, look at me."

she reluctantly looked up at him.

"i wasn't feeling disgusted at all. i-i was actually embarrassed because i was blushing," his cheeks heated up again, "like i probably am right now. you're too beautiful. i was blushing too much."

"oh."

"yeah. now put it back on," he demanded, as he cheekily tugged the jumper over her head, blushing again as he saw her standing there in his jumper.

"c'mon!" he said, carrying y/n's school bag as they made their way to the castle, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist and the bright gold letters on the back of his sweater shining for anyone and everyone to see.

they didn't see pucey, thank goodness and they ended up talking with george and katie bell and angie and alicia by the fire.

as y/n smiled and giggled with katie over something highly scandalous, fred had his eyes on her, not so much monitoring her, but he couldn't keep them off of her.

when he had noticed her words start to become short and slightly slurred by tiredness, he lead her back to her dormitory.

"feeling better princess?"

she nodded, "you're so good to me, freddie. i love you."

it made his heart swell with happiness.

"i'd go to the moon and back for you, y/n."

she smiled drowsily, "and i, you."

[dreamingofmilk]

Anesthesia

Synopsis: You've been assigned to give Thor a check up after his surgery. Who would have thought anesthesia would affect him this way?

Word Count: 1486

Warnings: mild smut

"Y/N you're needed in exam room 200."

You sighed, "There goes my break." You threw away what was left of your lunch and made your way to the second floor of the stark tower, the Avengers private hospital level. 

Once you got there you grabbed the patient chart. Your manager, Kelly, was waiting outside of the room. You raised an eyebrow, "What are we dealing with here?" 

"Patient underwent surgery successfully, but is still feeling the anesthesia. He just needs a routine check." You nodded and glanced through the chart, scanning over the name and a bit of the medical information before your eyes flew back to the name. Thor Odinson was in the hospital?! You were surprised paparazzi weren't busting the door down. 

"Thor?!" You whisper yelled. 

Kelly smirked. "Why do you think I called you? You're the only one I know who won't fangirl around him. The last thing the hospital needs is a sexual harassment charge."

Joke's on you Kelly! Y/N thought. You loved Thor the most of all the Avengers. His looks obviously, but his personality even more. He was goofy and kind, and loyal to a fault. You just didn’t let your interest in him show at work. Hospitals are breeding grounds for gossip, especially amongst the other nurses, so you tried your hardest to keep your name out of anyone's mouth. This would be a dream come true. You get to not only meet your favorite 'celebrity', you get to treat him. Kelly really came through clutch! 

You shook off as much of your nerves as you could. Fan or not, you were going to make sure Thor got the best care possible, from you or anyone else that crosses this threshold. Once you’d gotten your bearings, you knocked softly on the door. All you heard was a grunt, so you opened the door and quickly realized that all of the photos and Youtube videos you’d seen of Thor didn’t do him justice.

The man was absolutely massive! The hospital bed barely contained him. His feet hung off the edge and his arms hung from the sides of the bed. He seemed to be awake, but he wasn’t quite lucid. What drugs could they have possibly used that worked on a fucking god?

You cleared your throat and greeted him. “Hello Mr. Odinson. My name is Nurse Y/N, I’ll be giving you a check to make sure everything went well with the surgery. Is that ok?”

The only answer you received was a grunt, so you moved forward slowly and put on your gloves and equipment. 

“Ok Mr. Odinson, Can you sit up for me please?”

He righted himself before you could reach out to assist him. So he must be somewhat coherent, you thought to yourself. You grabbed your blood pressure cuff and did your best to wrap it around his massive arm. It just barely made it. “There we go. You’re going to feel a bit of pressure on your arm.” 

Thor chuckled, “Which one, the one between my legs? I already feel plenty of pressure there. You’re very pretty you know. Makes things kind of hard for me, shame on you.” His speech was slurred, but you understood every word he said. You couldn’t even stop your eyes from glancing at the area in question, and the bulge there was just as massive as the rest of his body. You shuddered at the thought. How the hell could anybody take that beast?

You didn’t respond to him out loud though. There’s no way you could have a casual conversation about his dick, or the fact that it was getting hard. You'd just pretend you didn't hear him. The blood pressure cuff creaked as it tightened around his arm, no doubt straining to stay intact. You double checked that the velcro was secure and carried on with your examination.

"Blood pressure looks good. Now I need to check your heartbeat."

Thor nodded slightly. And sat up a bit straighter. You moved it to his chest, the sensor looked like a toy compared to his broad chest. His heartbeat started at a normal pace, but it gradually sped up. You were worried something was amiss until he spoke. 

Thor groaned quietly. "You smell so good." He reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist. Suddenly his face was buried in your neck. It took everything in you not to let out the nastiest moan you had within you. You pulled back slowly as Thor moved his large arms to wrap around your waist. His eyes were glazed, but there was much more awareness there than you thought. 

"Mr. Odinson, I need you to calm down so I can get an accurate heart rate." You gulped. 

His eyes dropped from yours to your lips. You felt your body clench when he bit his bottom lip and slowly brought his eyes back to yours. No one should be able to put that much sex appeal into a look while doped up on anesthesia. This man was dangerous. 

He smiled, "How is any man supposed to be calm around you? I'm sure humans fall at your feet." 

"Definitely not happening." You looked away in embarrassment, a humorless laugh fell from your lips. 

He scoffed, "Then they are weak or stupid. I am neither. I know beauty when I see it."

You were taken aback. You knew you were attractive, but you didn't consider yourself especially beautiful. And the way he said it, so casually, like it was an accepted fact, just made it that much better. 

You couldn't look at his face, you were too flustered, but Thor wasn't having it. He lightly grabbed your chin and pulled your face up until your eyes met. His eyes were so piercing, it felt like they were slicing you open and looking at your bare soul. 

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. There was only an inch of space between you and you could pick out all of the little details in his face. The flecks of green in his eyes, how unfairly long his eyelashes were, how soft his lips looked. 

He grinned, like he knew exactly where your focus was, "Y/N, when I get you alone…" He paused and let out a soft groan while shifting slightly, still quite unbalanced from the anesthesia. "We'll be so good together. I'll make you feel so good. Thunder doesn't only cause pain, sweetheart."

You couldn't fight the shiver that ran through your entire body. Thor was lowkey kinky! You were definitely trying to find out just how deep that kinkiness ran, but you had a job to do. "My only concern is your health Mr. Odinson." There we go, a safe answer.

Thor scoffed, "You forget I'm a god. I can smell you, Y/N. My health isn't your only concern. Don't worry though. As soon as I sleep this off, I'll take care of your other concern. You'll have to keep that uniform on, I quite like it." He grips your scrub clad ass tightly and thoroughly. You let out a soft whimper in response to his groping. 

He groaned as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, "Have you ever felt every nerve ending in your body go off all at once?"

You moaned from his rough treatment, "No, that's not medically possible."

He tsked and pulled you closer. His hand moved down slightly and his middle finger brushed against your core and he sent a shock that started at your clit and radiated through your entire body. You could feel your toes curl and your scalp tingle. You quickly reached out and grabbed his biceps as your knees gave out. Thank god these rooms were soundproofed. The moan you let out was definitely loud enough to be heard through the hallway.

Your eyes flitted up to his, "What the hell was that?!"

He licked his lips and smiled. You felt your panties dampen. “You'll find out soon. The doctor says I should be released later today once the sedative has worn off. I'll take care of us then.”

Thor presses a soft kiss on your lips, so fleeting you thought you imagined it, until you felt a sharp stimulating zing on your lips. You gasped and pulled back looking at Thor in shock, the lightning blue in his eyes slowly dissipating with a huge smirk on his lips. 

A minute later he was sleeping, snoring without a care in the world. Like he didn't just promise to blow your back out. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You weren’t sure, but you made a mental note to ask Kelly for a day off tomorrow. You looked back at the large mass of god in the bed and bit your bottom lip, your body still tingling with remnants of thel electric shocks.  

Better make it two days. 

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[yukheii]

I wish you would write a fic where the reader asks Joon to baby sit but he's scared to hold the baby/scared it won't like him

» genre and warnings › doctor!joon, doctor!reader, doctor au if you couldn’t already tell, single parent au, everybody loves yoongi, the kid used in this fic is kind of an oc of mine i’ve written a few dad!joon drabbles before!! i’ll make sure to add the link later :’)

» notes › LOOK i was thinking about something like this but flipped and with jimin but i am happy to do it with joon too! the kid’s not really a baby, but same vibes (i hope)

To say that seeing your name flash across Namjoon’s phone screen at quarter to three in the afternoon was a surprise would be an understatement. 

For one, as far as Namjoon remembers, you don’t like phone calls. Something about how you claim the receiver doesn’t do your phone justice and that Apple is conspiring against you and listening to your conversations. 

Secondly, you don’t have time for phone calls, certainly not in the middle of the afternoon. Working in the ER keeps you booked around the clock, and Namjoon has learned to only expect a text from you on the rare occasion that you’re free to leave the hospital campus for lunch. In fact, a call from you in the middle of the day could only mean something was wrong.

Thirdly, the reception in the ER and in your office sucked. Ironically, the service at your hospital sucked in general.

“Hello?” he greets, voice tentative and strained with worry. 

“Baby! Hi,” you answer. Your voice is much more chipper than he expected, but it also sounds like you’re running, or at the very least, out of breath when you speak again, “I have a huge favor to ask you.”

“Sure,” he replies, rolling his chair away from the desk, “What do you need, love?”

“I need you to pick Vernon up from school for me,” you say. He freezes. Fuck. 

Vernon is your four year old son, and quite frankly, the most terrifying kindergartener Namjoon has ever met. At face value, Vernon is an angel; adorable, quiet, well-read, and well-behaved. The only caveat is that he seems to hate Namjoon’s guts.

He swears that child hasn’t spoken more than ten words to him since they’ve met! At first, Namjoon thought it was because he was shy and a bit reserved, but ever since he’d seen the way he talked Yoongi’s head off whenever he came around, Namjoon’s been convinced that he was just some kind of Vernon repellent.

Not that he blames the kid, really. Namjoon never considered himself to be good with children, and Yoongi’s ability to recreate any lullaby or nursery rhyme on the piano from rote alone was probably far more entertaining to a four year old than the intricacies of Namjoon’s job as a neurologist. 

But still, it’d be nice if his girlfriend’s son didn’t hide behind her leg every time he came over for dinner. 

“Uh, babes, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Namjoon says, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 

“I know, I know it’s short notice, and I’m sorry—I completely forgot that there were no after-school activities before the long weekend, but—”

“No, it’s not that, the short notice is fine, love,” he sighs, standing up from his chair and making his way towards the coat rack, “Do you want me to drop him off at yours? Is Jeongguk going to watch him?”

Jeongguk, also known as Vernon’s babysitter, was significantly better at handling him than Namjoon was, and the kid absolutely adored him. Namjoon can’t deny the twinge of jealousy on his tongue when he sees Vernon jump into Jeongguk’s arms when he comes over before a dinner date, but again, he doesn’t quite blame the child; Jeongguk was probably far more fun than he was.

“No, I have Jeonggukie the weekend off,” you tell him, “You can take him back to mine or yours, whatever’s easier for you! You can even bring him back to work with you, I just need him to picked up and watched for the next four hours.”

“Four hours?” Namjoon chokes, “I thought you got off at five?”

“Well, see, I sort of forgot I was covering for Jimin today, and I have to go into knee surgery in about ten minutes.”

Oh. Fuck.

How on earth was Namjoon supposed to entertain your kid for four hours? Namjoon doesn’t even think they’ve been around each other for that long before!

“I know you’ve never watched him alone before, but he’s easy to handle, I swear,” you plead, “Just give him your phone or a book and a fruit cup, and he’ll be happy for at least two hours.”

Namjoon chews on his bottom lip, “I, um, I don’t know, love. Jin knows a few good sitters maybe I can ask him to give you one of their numbers?”

“Huh? I mean, I trust Jin and all, but I’d feel better if someone I knew was watching him,” you explain, “Are you too busy? If you are it’s okay, Joon, I can call the school and—”

“No, no, I’m not busy,” he pauses, letting out a sigh, “I just don’t think he likes me very much.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Vernon.”

“I don’t understand,” you blink, “What do you mean he doesn’t like you—he loves you, Joon.”

He rolls his eyes, “He’s spoken like five words to me, at most.”

“He’s shy.”

“Or he hates me.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re intimidated by a kindergartner.”

“I’m not intimidated,” he trails off, “I just… He doesn’t like me, alright!”

“Joon, I have no idea where you’re getting that from,” you say, “Vern talks about you all the time.”

He pauses. “He does?”

“Yeah? Just the other day he begged me to buy him a black lab coat like yours for career day.”

“He did?”

“Yes, Joon.”

“And you’re not just saying this to make me feel better, right?”

“Joon,” you chuckle, “Vern’s a shy kid, but he really does like you. He sleeps with that plush you gave him every night.”

“He does? Are you sure?”

“Very sure,” you smile, “He’ll be so excited when you pick him up, I promise.” 

Namjoon’s not sure why, but the affirmation that this four year old kid does not, in fact, hate his very being, makes him feel giddy inside. Vernon likes him—your son likes him!

“So, can you watch him for me?”

Namjoon grins, picking up his car keys from his desk, “I’m already on my way.”

[+bonus]

“Namjoon?” Vernon asks.

The higher voice grabs Namjoon’s attention as he looks up from his papers to see the child walking towards his desk. Without a second thought, he rolls the chair away just enough to allow him to swivel and face him. 

Vernon has a small, square picture book held firm in his grasp. He purses his lips in a way that’s all too familiar to Namjoon—a habit, he’s seen you do quite often. 

“What’s up, Vern?” Namjoon questions, knowing that guiding questions are the way to coax you out of your own thoughts. 

With a shy smile, the toddler continues to walk towards Namjoon until he’s mere inches in front of his legs, and looking up at him. He extends his short hands up and outwards, holding the book up to Namjoon. 

“You have a good voice for reading books,” he squeaks, “Can you read this one to me?”

And Namjoon swears he feels his heart grow three times in that moment. 

“Of course,” he smiles, taking the book from his tiny hands and relishing in the cheek to cheek smile on the four-year-old’s face. 

Namjoon’s flipping the book open to the first page when he feels smaller hands on his legs, and then, a weight resting in his lap. Vernon doesn’t blink twice before settling himself against Namjoon’s chest and laying his head flat against his sternum. 

Yeah, maybe he could get used to this babysitting thing. 

[savage-rhi]

I really hate our health care system in America. Supposed to get emergency dental surgery cause of the pressure the tooth is putting on a bundle of nerves and an artery, suddenly no surgeons available. Won't know what's happening until Monday meanwhile I got a serious problem with my bottom left wisdom tooth that's aching. 3 offices later, I'm pretty irritated. Kicker? The visit I had is gonna bill my insurance a grand just to tell me they suddenly can't help and to take ibuprofen and aspirin until Monday. BS my friends. Utter BS.