#when you think of a nurse you think a someone whos kind. whos reliable. whos hardworking... im not any a those things

[liverpool-enjoyer]

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[risetherivermoon]

am i the only one who thinks that Anya wouldn't actually be mad with Curly about what he did. Like I think some part of her deep down is angry about it, that he didn't help her like he said he would, but i also don't think she's actively blaming him for it.

I personally believe Curly was at fault for not taking responsibility and doing something about what Jimmy did to her. But i feel like characterization wise she wouldn't uphold him to such a standard, that she'd lose trust in him to an extent, but not enough that she'd hate him. I don't know if I'm explaining this right,

basically I just always feel strange whenever i see people depicting Anya as being resentful towards Curly after the crash, i believe she holds the blame on Jimmy alone, and once Curly has become bedridden and disabled, she focuses on helping him and doing her job. She and him were close friends, enough that she did trust him with the information that Jimmy assaulted her, she still cares.

something about the line: (which she says specifically about Curly) "I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters" flying over peoples heads when it comes to her characterization

i do think it's hard to figure out a way to characterize Anya in a light that is justifying, especially since in canon we aren't exactly given a good perspective on her. Curly is the closest we get to that, but he isn't that reliable of a source either when it comes to her (thats a whole other post tho)

but I don't think she'd be hateful, even to someone who has wronged her. I don't think she's weak or small, don't get me wrong, but with the way we are shown how much empathy she has for Curly (with her being unable to give him meds because it makes her nauseous with how it hurts him, and with the quote about Curly's worst moments)...i just dont see it

i can see the appeal of having victims resent and be able to stand up for themselves when it comes to their abusers (in Jimmy's case) and people who supported them, (as in Curly) but I just personally don't see that with Anya. And just because you aren't angry or outwardly standing up to the abuse you go through, doesn't mean that you are weak.

Anya isn't weak, but she's empathetic and in a situation that could only end badly for her. She's also a kind person, and a nurse. I don't think violence or anger are her go-tos

[victoria-grimesss]

Call the Doctor, I'm in Love

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->Paring: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Medic!Fem!Reader

->Words: 2.9k

->Warning: fluff & angst, mentions of injury/wounds

->Summary: Soap has a big ol crush on you, he’s not sneaky or quiet about it. Here are the many times he’s fantasized about you and the one time you answered his dreams.

->A/N: a little something because I love Foap!

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish is a pretty guy, a hunk if you will and he knows it. He has no troubles with the ladies and is highly experienced but he always feels like he’s lacking something, someone. Until you came along, pretty new medic. You’re his favorite. He always goes to you for a patch up even waiting for medical help until you come back from break. Johnny is a saint, he is a patient and giving man. 

But he wants you, desperately. He’s got a big fat crush and he’s not quiet about it. The 141 is exhausted hearing about what you did today and that Soap thinks you looked dreamy today, stitching up his arm. He saw you look at him a little extra that means you want to be with him right? They can’t wait until you either reject the poor fool or take him on a bloody date. Here are the times poor Mactavish has swooned over you:

The 1st Time: Your Introduction

Soap has found himself head over heels for you. He first saw you in the medical tent after him and an enemy went headfirst over a steep rockwall, he was fine of course, seems like that guy can bounce back from anything, you had nursed him back to health and he was done for. Your caring words and gentle hands were all he wanted now. And imagine his surprise and excitement when you became the team's new task-force medic.

“Alright team I hope you read over the file, we got a new member to our team. She's going to be our medic but don’t worry she can hold our own on the field. She’s reliable and damn good at her job. We’ve had too many close calls lately and I don’t want anyone dying of something that could have been prevented.”

Price ends his introduction and you greet your way around the room, everyone is nice enough for tuff military men. You find yourself sitting next to John, or Soap, or sometimes Johnny depending on who you ask. He’s a good looking guy, as are the rest in the room but you have a job to do so you don’t plan on messing up your place on the team by intermingling with one of them.

“Aye lass, do you carry one of those stethoscope things around with ya?”

He’s leaning on one arm, checking out the equipment you had brought with you.

“I usually keep it in the office, why is something wrong?”

You’re looking him over for anything obvious but nothing sounds any alarm.

“Ah no, it’s just my heart… it’s acting funny, beats a little faster when you come around.”

He’s smiling and you laugh not expecting a bad pick-up line but seems like he’s that kind of guy.

“I see. Well might want to try working on your cardio then that’ll improve that heart rate of yours.”

He pauses, thinking of what to say next to lure you in.

“You like bars doctor?”

“Not particularly..”

“Would ya mind joining me, I hate drinking alone.”

You smile, amused.

“Why not one of the other boys, someone you’re more familiar with.”

You’re looking into your bag and he drops his head lower so you’ll look him in the eyes.

“I’d like to be more familiar with you bonnie.”

You stop and put your hands on your hips pretending to think.

“Well I’m not so interesting, just a doctor after all. I’m sure Gaz would love to join you, you two seem the best of friends.”

He seems a little discouraged when you don’t play into his game but he looks at the small smile that plays on your lips and knows he’s just gotta keep trying. You won’t shake him off that easily.

—

The 2nd Time: The Flu Incident

Flu season. Your favorite time of the year, your inner monologue drips with sarcasm as you scrub your hands raw for the sixth time today. It’s late afternoon and the sun dips over the horizon as the rooms are casted with a honey soaked orange glow. The murmurs from the outside hallway peak your interest and you dry your hands and exit to the hall.

“I told you MacTavish I can help you just as easily as any other nurse or doctor, just come into my office and we’ll get you fixed up.” 

An older more seasoned nurse has her hands on her hips, gaze pointed at Soap with a motherly disapproved look at her face. You step out of the room tossing the paper towel into the bin.

“Troubled patient?” 

Soap lifts his head at your voice and he smiles, voice nasally and strained.

“Ah there ya are bonnie, been waiting for you. Think you can fix me?” 

“You’d be in better hands with her you know? Unlike me she knows what she’s doing.” 

Your tone is playful and Johnny stands weakly, hand on the wall.

“Yea but you’re my favorite, can’t feel better unless it’s you.”

The other nurse is called away shooting you a good luck look with her eyes, no doubt happy to not have to deal with the sickly man.

“Alright Johnny whatever you say. Let’s get you to a bed.”

“You’re a real saint hen.”

You place a steady hand on his back leading him to the bed in your office, away from the overflow so he can hopefully get some rest.

“Alright Johnny go ahead and lay down I’ll get your temp and let’s see if we can break that fever alright?”

He groans as he lays down obviously dealing with joint pain from the flu, it’s a nasty one that’s hit the base this time.

You run a washcloth under cool water, grab your thermometer, and sit next to him making sure he’s comfortable. You take his temp and frown, 

“Give it to me straight doctor, am I going to make it?”

He grips your hand dramatically and you laugh while patting his hand.

“I think you’ll just scrape by, it’ll be close though.”

“Oh thank heavens. Guess you’ll just have to take extra close care of me right?”

He’s giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes again as you place the washcloth on his forehead and place the back of your hand on his cheek to feel the temp there as well.

“I guess since I’m part of your team now I’ll have to make sure you live, so yes. I will take extra good care of you.”

You smile at him softly, you don’t like seeing anyone sick but sick Soap reminds you of a kicked puppy.

You miss the way his eyes shine up at you as you chart his info. How the thoughts in his head are those of you and him on dates, what ring he will propose to you with, where you’ll honeymoon and various other daydreams he has swirling around. He would do anything for you to be his, he would capture the stars for you.

You get up from your chair to put his info into the computer and he looks at the sad flowers on the side table, shriveled and needing to be tossed.

“These flowers aren't lookin so good.”

You glance over and frown.

“Oh yeah, it’s been so busy lately I haven't had a chance to replace them yet.”

He hums and you walk back over to him and give him some painkillers and electrolyte drink mix.

“Take these and get some rest please, it’ll do you good.”

He sits up, eyes on you as he takes the pills, handing you the little cup back.

“I’ll get you some new flowers, take you out too.”

You’re facing away from him, a smile gracing your features.

“Johnny, I-”

“You don’t have to say yes now lass, just please, for the sake of my well-being think on it.”

You move over to him and dab the cloth onto his cheeks and cool down his pulse points, heart growing slightly as you reply.

“Sure Johnny, I’ll think about it. Now sleep, doctor's orders.”

He sleeps quietly next to you as you finish your charting. The sight of him so calm warms your heart and it scares you a little bit, you wouldn't want to throw off the balance of the team or make any weird power dynamics by falling for him but he makes it harder and harder. 

The next week fresh flowers are left on the side table.

—

The 3rd Time: Award Ceremony Ball

Dressed to the nines each of you are. A very successful mission rewarded the whole team with a variety of medals and everyone was looking very nice all cleaned up.

Your dress was a floor gown with a slip up the leg and your back was exposed, the dress felt so silky and it was nice to not be covered in blood for once. Although you did manage to spill some kind of fancy jam on it and you were frantically dabbing at it with water when you were interrupted with Soap meeting up with you.

“Well don’t you look nice.” 

He’s lively tonight, eyes bright with optimism after the job and sporting brand new chest candy to show off.

Your eyes drift up from the new stain on your dress to him and he, well he looks damn good. A new pink scar graces his jawline but it looks good on him, he can wear scars well.

“Thank you, you clean up well yourself too.”

“Ah bonnie don’t make me blush now.” 

The rest of the team is chatting at a nearby table, Price is nursing a short glass of something dark, Gaz is going to town on the amazing food, and Ghost is engaged in conversation with the two of them.

“You wanna head back to the table?”

You offer, he shakes his head and offers his hand.

“I ask the fine lady to a dance.”

You blush, never asked to dance before, the ballroom floor filled with experts, couples swirling to the melody in the air.

You stew on it for a moment, and put your hand in his.

“Ok but if I fall you fall with me okay?”

“Always.”

Your hands are intertwined, one of his is on your waist and yours is on his shoulder. You both try to copy what the others do and the messy dance combined with the flutes of champagne you both consumed makes for quite the site. The mess of bumping feet and unsteady movements.

“For a sergeant you’re rather uncoordinated MacTavish.” Your laugh is light.

“I didn’t go to fuckin dance school, certainly didn’t learn this in the marines that’s for sure. What, did they teach this in medical school?”

“Does it look like they did? I can stitch up a bullet wound but lord help me I can't dance for shit.”

You bump into him again and his grip tightens slightly.

“I got ya bonnie.”

He could be living in a dream right now, you in such a pretty dress adorned in your well deserved medals, him with his. You’re gripping his shoulder and he’s got you in his arms, he can smell your perfume and see the small hairs out of place as the two of you spin but he loves it all the same. He wants it all the same.

“Johnny. Can you hear me?”

He blinks harshly, really sinking back in. You’re not his right now, he can’t take you back to his place after this and kiss each part of you, unzip the dress and let his fingers graze over the skin that's revealed to him. Watch how you move under the moonlight as he touches you just as he imagined. Not yet.

“Yea?”

“I said I think Gaz just devoured his fourth bowl of that dip I wanted to try.”

“Must be good then, should we head over before he finishes it all?”

You laugh and agree.

“Thank you for the dance MacTavish, you made me feel less silly for not knowing what I’m doing.”

His eyes sparkle at your admiration.

“I’m always happy to help.”

—

The 4th Time: Yes

This mission could not have been more fucked up. Shrapnel flies and bullets whiz by. The air is cold but your body is so hot, on fire from the adrenaline. 

The coms are staticy and choppy but you can make out the team. 

An undercover mission with Soap had you outside a pretty nice villa at dusk. It was meant to pose as a couple on a retreat to gain intel from an organization nearby but all hell had broken loose. You're cornered and Soap had been down to three bullets and you at two until you were able to take down someone else and gain the upper hand.

Communication with the team was hard, they had sent for backup now you just had to wait.

And Soap is shot.

He has taken a bullet for you and you’re frantic. 

“Fuck Johnny, shit.”

He grimaces as you rip your bag off of your back to grab for first aid. It’s not enough though, you had to pack light and it’s not enough.

“Stupid ass job, told them to find a way to get more equipment.”

You’re more muttering to yourself, ripping things out of the small bag you were allotted to patch him up.

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

Johnny laughs and it sends him into a coughing fit, the bullet is in his side. You pray it hasn't done permanent damage but the gravel in his cough scares the hell out of you.

“Hold on Johnny, I’m gonna get you fixed up alright, just stay still.”

A bullet nearly misses your head and he shoots back hitting the guy before clutching his side again.

“You think that’s all of them?”

“Fucking hope so, I need- I have to clean it.”

He’s strong, so strong and sweet and kind and nice and charming and you can’t lose him. 

Not when you know you want him now. That you need him now. 

“Gonna lift your shirt ok? Just watch your breathing.”

“Aye, not even going to take me to dinner first.”

Your eyes are blurry as tears slip down, first one the two.

He wipes them away, his blood smearing onto your face and you choke back a sob.

“C’mon bonnie, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

His voice grows weaker the more he speaks and you beg him to stop, but he rambles. 

He talks about how each morning he wakes up to see if you’re up yet. He waits for you at the gym, always goes to you when he feels unwell, gushes to the rest of the team about you when you’re not around. 

He flirts openly with you and what a fool you’ve been to not reciprocate fully, to reel into him.

The needle breaks his skin and his eyes grow heavy, the blood is still flowing freely and you almost feel it rushing out of you as well.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

You stitch and wipe and repeat. It’s a gaping wound and it makes you sick seeing it on him. 

You’re so focused on stitching him you don’t notice when his eyes close. His breathing is shallower now. 

Your eyes race around his face, head now slumped to the side.

You wipe the wound, it’s not good but it should be ok. Heavy on should.

Your hand, coated in blood cups his cheek, shaking.

“Johnny?”

You move his head, it's heavy in your hands and your breathing hurts now.

You get closer, enough to press his forehead to yours and you inhale his smell. 

You hold cloth to his wound to try to stop the bleeding and you whisper promises to him if he will just pull through. 

Your lips are so close to his that when your tears roll down your face they roll off your nose onto his lips.

The hand that cups his cheek feels his pulse on his neck and it’s quiet and slow. It’s so silent here now.

“I’m so sorry Johnny. I love you. Fuck I love you so much I just didn’t want to mess anything up. Please don’t leave yet. 

You lips touch his softly, like if you pressed any harder he would shatter.

“Could have- could have told me all that before I was dying yea?”

He laughs weakly, his smile cracking the corner of his lips. You cup his face fully now, careful to remove your hand from the wound but you applied enough pressure by now the blood has coagulated some. 

“You mean all that?” His eyes are heavy but he still looks at you with that same shining he always did.

“Yes, god yes. I just didn't want to mess up the team dynamic but I don’t care anymore, you just have to pull through alright then let's go out.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Blades of the helicopter sound nearby cutting through the silence.

“Just hold on Johnny we’re gonna get you patched up. Then I want to see you in that suit again.”

“Anything for you bonnie.”

—

He recovered well with you by his side of course. You dressed his wound properly and gave him a kiss to make it heal faster he would say. Then two weeks later he showed up in a suit with flowers at your office door. The rest is history, but the team is much happier not listening to Soap’s rambling about you but they are happy nonetheless.

[introspectivememories]

at the center of gotham, lies its oldest public hospital — gotham general. it’s staff are kind and compassionate, if a little intolerant of bullshit. the city may not care about the crimes that occur in it but the people certainly do. gotham’s emergency services are renowned throughout the nation as one of the best. 

the ER nurses at gotham general love to gossip and their latest is about how their ever-reliable EMT bernard dowd, who'll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he can save one more person, who smiles so brightly and brings them cupcakes on his days off but has such sad eyes, seems so lonely. they determinedly decide to find a date for him. maybe dr. zacharia thomas, their latest trauma surgeon? yes, yes! he's only a few years older, bernard knows him, they get along, and most importantly, he's got a stable job. he'll be perfect for their bernard!

and then, literally only days after they decide to set up dr. zacharia and bernard on a date, head trauma nurse marissa santos comes running in with a copy of gotham daily, clutched in her hand.

"look! look! nakita mo ba ang balita?" she whisper-yells, "did you see the news?!"

instantly they're all crowding around her, trying to see the paper. covering the front page is a blurry photo of a black-haired man engaged in a passionate game of tonsil-hockey with someone who is unmistakably their youngest EMT. he's still wearing his uniform for christ's sake! in the largest font known to man, "WAYNE'S NEW PARAMOUR?" is written at the top.

"he's dating the wayne ceo!" marissa gushes excitedly.

"isn't he a little too old for bernard?" someone pipes up from the back.

"not the father, you idiot! the son! timothy!"

that's way better than their candidate. everyone is stoked. by nightfall, everyone in the ER knows that bernard dowd is dating timothy drake-wayne, the youngest ceo wayne enterprises has ever had.

when bear stops by, at around 2 in the morning, dropping of the last patient from his shift, he's immediately accosted by the nurses.

"whoa! hey!" he exclaims as they lead him to the nurse's station and sit him down in a chair, "what's going on?"

marissa slams the paper down in front of him, "spill."

bernard groans and turns cherry red, "oh my god tita. don't you guys have patients to attend to?"

"already taken care of." nurse gu says.

"what about mr. gomez, the one with third degree burns that just came in?" bernard tries desperately.

"dr. zacharia is already on it." dr. esperanza responds, "so spill."

their youngest tries one last time, "how do you even know if that's me?"

"there are like 10 blonde people in the EMT department and considering all of them are older than you and none of them seem to have the three ear piercings that kid in this picture does, we're gonna have to assume it's you." dr. farah nasim, one half of the head of the ER, says.

bernard turns on her with a betrayed look.

"sorry kid," she snorts, "also, you're still wearing your uniform in the photo. it says 'dowd' on the shoulder."

"im too old to be bossed around like this." he mutters before sighing, "alright what'd'ya want to know?"

"tell us everything!" marissa says, "how did you two meet?"

"we were friends in high school and we fell out of touch after junior year. he hit me up on insta 6 months ago and we reconnected."

"oh my god!! they're high school sweethearts!" nurse gu squeals, "that's so cute!"

"tell us more! who asked who out?"

"okay well, technically he asked me out but he didn't know he was asking me out. but we went on this date at this restaurant and it got attacked by some villain and red robin, but he was going by robin at the time, rescued. so i told robin, 'hey if i make it out of this, tell tim drake, i would've liked to finish our date'. and then, tim, shows up at my door the next day and says 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i'd like to find out'. and the rest is history."

"bernard, what the hell?" dr. esperanza says shocked, "that's the most rom-com-esque story i've ever heard."

"what?" bernard blushes, "no it's not."

"bear," esperanza says slowly, "he showed up at your door and said 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i want to find out.' that is something straight out of the notebook."

"no, no! he's such a dork!" bernard assures them frantically, "he does this thing, when he laughs too hard, he snorts and it sets him off again and it just keeps going. and you should've seen him in high school, the biggest skater boy to ever exist. he's teaching me..."

and bernard goes on and on for the next 15 minutes, trailing off only when he notices them all smiling at him.

"what?" he says shyly.

"you're in love with him, aren't you?" dr. farah says.

bernard chokes, "what?! no! ...maybe?"

everyone shares a look between each other. marissa steps forward, "well on behalf of the gotham general ER staff, i can assure you, we all approve."

"thank you?"

"bring him around sometime!" nurse gu says, "we'd all like to meet him."

"why? so you can give him the shovel talk?"

"of course!" dr. farah says, smiling widely, "he’s dating our youngest! we have to threaten him!"

bernard's voice is suspiciously wet when says a few moments later, "thanks guys."

and so on it goes for the next few months until marissa comes back after her break, deathly pale. everyone worries but she refuses to tell anyone what's wrong. and then a few weeks later, nurse gu goes on his break and comes back shocked. and then a month later, dr. zacharia comes back from a quick step outside, lips sealed shut.

and on it goes until there is one glaring truth the gotham general ER night staff cannot ignore:

bernard dowd is dating red robin. open relationship or cheating, to be determined.

a year after the news about tim drake and bernard had been released, and half a year after the, what the staff has taken to calling it, Red Robin Scandal™ began, dr. farah calls a night staff meeting.

the staff meeting is boring as usual until the end when dr. farah opens the conversation to the staff to voice their concerns.

"are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" dr. esperanza asks.

"i think bernard might be cheating on his boyfriend!" marissa blurts out before slapping her hands over her mouth, horrified.

“oh thank god.” esperanza sighs.

"wait you saw them too?" nurse gu asks.

"in the narrow walkway," dr. zacharia starts.

"between the ER and jacobson building." dr. esperanza finishes.

"exactly!" marissa says.

"i caught them in the parking lot once." dr. farah admits, mouth pressed into a grim line, "they were pressed up against the fence in the back — y'know where the light doesn't shine? — kissing each other like they'd just come back from world war 2."

"ay, how could that boy be so stupid?" marissa sighs, "getting caught up with a vigilante?"

"maybe it's like polyamory?" esperanza says, ever hopeful.

"whatever it is," farah says, "he should know better than to get involved with those people. we have to talk to him."

they pull bernard into an unused conference room, just the 5 of them, 3 weeks later.

"hey, hey!" bernard exclaims as they shove him into a chair, "what's going on?"

nobody speaks.

"guys?"

"are you cheating on tim drake?"

"what?"

"are you cheating on tim drake?" marissa repeats.

"no! why would you think that?"

"everyone on the night staff has caught you kissing red robin at least once. wanna try that again?" farah says.

bernard sighs, "is that what this is about? doc, i swear to god, i'm not cheating on tim."

"so he knows?" zacharia asks.

"yes zach, tim knows about me and red robin."

"and he's okay with it?"

"yes. tim doesn't mind me dating both of them." bernard says, a smile playing on his lips.

nobody speaks for a while.

"so..." bernard breaks the silence first, "are we good here? do you approve?"

"no." esperanza says, "we don't approve."

"what?"

"he's no good for you." nurse gu says.

"you don't even know him." bernard says incredulously.

"oh and you do?" zacharia says scathingly, "he's a vigilante bear. how much do you really know?"

"more than you zach!"

pleadingly bernard turns toward farah, "c'mon doc, you don't agree do you?"

"you know, when you first started dating tim drake, i had my reservations. rich people and all that. but i figured with all that money, if you ever got roped into rich people problems, tim's money would help out. you'd be taken care of and he clearly loves you, so i didn't mind too much."

"but this..." farah trails off, "i can't accept this."

turning towards marissa, "tita, please."

"don't do that, bear. wag kang tanga. it's not good to be with him."

"he loves me! is that not enough?" bernard near-yells, "i thought that's what you wanted. someone who loves me!"

"enough to quit being a vigilante?" esperanza asks.

"quit being a vigilante? are you guys hearing yourself?" bernard asks angrily, "he saves the city on a near-nightly basis and you want me to ask him to give it all up because what? he's dating me?"

"so let him save the city without you." nurse gu says, "why does he need to drag you into it?"

"he's not dragging me into anything! i am a full consenting adult! i chose him! what’s so different about what he and i do anyway?"

“well for one, our job is legal. and two, there are safety measures put in place so that you don’t get hurt. so that your coworkers don’t get hurt. your man walks into the joker’s lair with an inch of kevlar and a prayer on his lips.” zacharia says.

nurse gu sighs, "look. nobody here is mad at him for saving the city. everyone here knows somebody who has been saved by the bats. but the deal is that they save the city and they don't drag anybody else into it."

"the bats, whoever they are? they chose that life. for whatever reason, they chose that life and all the dangers that go with it. you’re not stupid bear, don’t get involved with whatever he has going on. pick literally anyone else.” farah says.

“you need a third person that badly? take zach! the ER was planning on setting you up with him before we found out about tim, anyway.”

“what?” zacharia says, rounding on nurse gu.

“you know what?” bernard says, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, “ i don’t have to explain myself to you guys.”

“you can’t marry him.” marissa says.

“who said anything about marriage? i’m 22!”

“you clearly love tim. you two seem like you’re going to last a while and if you love red robin they way you love tim, them somewhere along those years of being together then you’re going to start thinking of marriage. what then? how are you going to explain red robin to the people you love?”

“we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“look, bernard,” farah says gently, “we’re not doing this cause we don’t want you to be happy. you mean a lot to me, i think of you as my son. we just-”

“you’re not my mom.” bernard snaps out, “you’re not my mom, you’re not my aunt, my uncle, my brother. you guys aren’t anything to me!”

he turns and walks away.

“farah do something.” marissa hisses.

“let him go. he said he’s an adult right? then let him make his choices.”

“but,” she says, raising her voice so bernard can hear her, “if anything goes wrong, and i mean anything at all, i hope he knows that adults don’t have to do everything by themselves. that they can ask people for help.”

bernard’s hands still on the doorknob. “thank you.” he says voice rough, “nothing will happen, but thank you for the offer.” and he walks out the door.

bernard dowd, is 22 year old EMT that has too much heart and not enough brain. he’ll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he has even a minute chance of saving someone. he’s kind and he’s sweet and more importantly, he’s dating timothy drake-wayne, ceo of wayne enterprises.

if you ask the ER night staff at gotham general, after a lot of prodding, they might tell you that bernard dowd was one of the youngest EMTs to ever join the gotham county emergency medical services. they might tell you that bernard dowd has been wondering if he should become an AEMT or a paramedic. they might tell you that as the major receiver for all patients, bernard saw them all the time and imprinted on them like a baby duck. and if you’re really close they might, tell you the ER’s biggest secret: bernard dowd is dating both timothy drake-wayne and red robin. or they might just let you walk in on them making out behind the ER. whatever comes first really.

(if you get close enough to a certain group of people on the ER night staff, they’ll tell you that bernard dowd has two hands and he uses them to hold onto his boyfriends. 

they’ll tell you that tim drake is a nice boy and they’re a little worried about their bernard fitting into the circles a wayne walks in, but he’s a nice boy who clearly loves bernard, so they’re not too worried.

they’ll tell you that that red robin character is no good for their bernard and has no business getting so close to their youngest. that red robin is going to get bernard into trouble one day, the kind of trouble that you don’t come back from.

and if you get really close to them, they’ll tell you over lunch breaks and muttered whispers, that both boys are going to break their youngest’s heart. and that if they had to pick, red robin will do it first. that their bernard loves a little too deeply and that they're worried that it’ll break bernard.

but they’re not too worried, they say. because bernard has them and if that bastard red robin breaks his heart, then they’ll pick up the pieces, they’ll sew him back together if they have to. after all, bernard stitches up half of gotham every night, this is the least they could do.)

[madame-fear]

More luke thoughts from the shower

Luke definitely gets clingy when he’s tired, sad, sick, or just in a mood,

For example, when your sneaking into his chambers, the second the door closes he’s running to you and hugging you so tight it’s a wonder you can still breathe, he’ll then lead you do his bed and you’ll lay down and he’ll talk about his day as you mess or braid his hair.

Then when he’s sick your part playing nurse as I think he’s not the biggest fans of the maesters fawning over him, so you’ve half taken over the duty of making sure he take everything he needs, but once you lay down next to him you’re not aloud to get up until he decides you can.

When he’s sad you hear from rhaenyra instead of him, your just wandering the halls and hear the slightly rushed footsteps and call of your name from her. She tells you he’s cooped himself in his room and hasn’t left or aloud anyone in, so she asks you to check on him and of course you do, so you speedwalking over to his room to check up on him, you find him burrito style in his covers, back facing the door. He originally tells you to leave him alone but you respond that staying, he perks up at your voice and turns to see you, then the rest of the night is you holding him in your arms as you listen to him rant about whatever caused his sadness.

-💕

THIS is definitely something he'd do. When he's around you, Lucerys will literally be extremely vulnerable, basically with his heart on his sleeve, knowing you are reliable source of comfort, and someone who never fails to help him get through his overwhelming emotions: sadness, anger, disappointment, etc. In his eyes, you're kind of his saviour, in a way.

Chamber sneaking is something you got used to doing while no one is around to notice you on his chambers. Sometimes he'll go to your chambers, but he prefers you going to his. Once you reach his chambers and silently lock the door — a slightly creaking one, may I add — our boy will immediatly rush to embrace you on his arms, and strangely enough, he slightly lifts you from the floor a bit from how intensely he hurried to hug you! And of course, after he lets go of you and takes your hand to lead you to his bed, you'll be panting due to the strength he used to wrap your body with his arms.

In bed, he'll lay his head on your lap as you tightly cover his body with the warm blankets, and he'll talk to you about basically anything that crosses his mind as you mess his curly hair a bit, or tracing his delicate features with your fingertips: he'll talk about his day, his feelings, his thoughts on certain situations, literally anything... until, Luke slightly falls a bit asleep from the calming sensation it gives him the way you trace his face, and tenderly play with his curls. That's the thing he'll most love to have you doing, and the one that never fails to make any bad feeling wash away entirely.

And when Lucerys is sick? Oh man, he'll become 100x more clingier than he usually is when he feels bad, sad, or angry. So you'll have to prepare yourself to have him intensely clinging to your side like a koala who takes hold of a tree twig.

Though the maesters will try and convince you to take care of Luke instead of you, Rhaenyra will help you insisting to the maesters on letting you take care of the situation, as that is how the princeling prefers it. And the second you come into his chambers to take care of him, feed him, give him whatever herbs/medication he needs, etc... oh, his eyes will glint with joy and excitement. His heart literally flutters at the sight of you being so loving and caring towards him, you'll literally find him not taking his hazel eyes off of you the entire time, staring at you admiringly with those big eyes of his.

And though you continuosly keep denying his proposal on having you lay beside of him while you play the role of nurse for him because otherwise you'll also fall sick, you end giving up and cuddling together thanks to his insisting pouty facial expressions and his puppy eyes. Who can say no to that? And after that, expect him to hold a tight grip of you with his arms, barely letting you move.

“Luke, can you let me off for a bit? I need to-” “No.” “But-” “No.”

It's basically an endless fight, to try and convince him to let go of you. So, you'll just have to give up and pamper him ('cause he's needy and clingy, ofc) until he feels good enough to let go of you... for a short while. Then, you'll have to rush back to him because "it cures his sickness, and makes him feel better".

Same thing when he feel sad. His main reaction to sadness, will be going to his chambers, and wrapping himself on the blankets of his bed, not allowing talking to anyone who tried to ask him what the problem was. Not even his mother, who tried to convince him to get out of his chambers to talk; which much to her dismay, it was completely useless, as she received no response from Luke.

Knowing him, she knew right away what to do: call you right away. That couldn't fail at all, and that's what she did.

She looked for you throughout the entire castle, until she luckily found you walking around the large corridors, making you turn your head around as you heard some rapid footstepping behind of you, and she immediatly called for your name outloud.

“(y/n)! sweet girl, Luke has locked himself on his chambers and he won't come out, nor he has let me get inside his chambers. I was wondering if, perhaps, you could go and try talking to him? I'm certain he will allow you in.”

Naturally, you said yes in a heartbeat, and rushed right away to his chambers. You knocked several times on the door, and you barely got anything from him, unfortunately. Pure cold silence, until you knocked a few more times before entering, trying to get him to say anything.

Luke would mainly try to shoo you off, thinking it's someone else:

“Go away. Leave me alone, I don't want to talk to anyone.”

Hearing him in such a mood simply shattered your heart into pieces — but, you were determined in helping cheer him up, as you swiftly opened the door, and closed it behind of you once you were inside, seeing how he was all wrapped in his blankets, and his back was facing the door.

“Luke, I'm staying. I don't care if you try to shoo me away, but I'm staying here... for you.”

When you spoke, everything changed. His hazel eyes glinted with excitement, and he immediatly turned around to look at you with a weak, yet growing smile. Of course he was going to let you stay, and his heart kept fluttering even more intense every passing second as he watched you gently approach him, and laying right by his side.

Without saying anything else, you got near him with your arms open, and he immediatly gave into your embrace; burying his face into your chest, and feeling like melting at your soothing touch, as your hand flew to play with some strands of his curly, brunette hair... which, never failed to calm him down at any given situation, like this one.

“Luke, I wouldn't possibly want you to isolate yourself because you're sad. I can barely stand the thought of you being in such state... please, do tell me, what is the matter, my sweet prince?”

Your voice is like pure honey to hear. And as you keep rubbing his back up and down with your hand, and playing with his soft hair, his eyes will flutter shut as he takes a deep breath to prepare himself to release all his thoughts, and emotions.

His head would be buried on your chest the whole time he's ranting to you, as you attentively listen. Occasionally, some strands of your hair would fall near his face, and he would delicately hold them, and softly twirl him around his finger as he speaks.

Basically, your arms would be his one and only safe space, and honestly his heart would literally explode with love everytime he looks up at you, and realises you're attentively listening to every single one of his words... and also, the way you comfort him by helping him out with whatever thing ks making him sad at the moment.

Lucerys would already usually be a rather clingy and affectionate partner, but when he's sad or falls ill, he'll become muuuch more clingier — especially, knowing how caring and loving you are with him, and he just wants to show you how much he deeply appreciates you by cuddling together, being wrapped in your arms, or having you tightly wrapped in his arms.

Please pamper and spoil him... a lot. Not only he'll need it for whatever bad situation he's going through, but also he will literally be heart-eyed for you, and will rely even more on you as his little safe space him.

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[thaliaisalesbian]

i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 8: who used to be me

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Steve knows he went to bed with someone on either side of him, so waking up with no one there is a little concerning.

There’s a spike of panic before he recognizes Jonathan’s bedroom, with one of Nancy’s skirts hanging over a chair.

The kids—the kids are out.

They’re not in the Upside Down anymore.

He’s not in the Upside Down anymore.

“You awake, Steve?” Mrs. Byers sits next to him on the bed, feeling his forehead. “Oh, good, your fever’s much lower.”

“Good morning.” He tries to sit up, but it pulls something in his side and then he remembers the stitches.

“It’s almost two, sweetie. It’s not surprising, you were overwhelmed yesterday. You missed Irene’s visit, but she fixed up your stitches and changed your bandages. You won’t be off the IV for a few more days, though. And you'll have the catheter in until you can reliably stand on your own.” He winces despite himself when she mentions that. Steve really just wants to forget it's there. 

He hardly remembers waking up yesterday. Hopper was there for a lot of it. El, too. She’d read to him, one of those kids’ chapter books. He thinks if he remembered more of it, he’d know what book it was.

And then the kids. He’d seen them all, they’d had a fort? And then Nancy and Jonathan had made him come back to bed.

“I just need to check those again, and when Jonathan gets home from school, he can help you take a shower. I could help you now, if you’d prefer, or you could wait for Hopper. Whatever you want to do.” A shower sounds fantastic, but he’d rather take one alone.

The main problem is that he won’t be able to stand for that long. Not on his own.  It’ll hurt, and if they asked his nurse or whoever, they’d probably say no.

“I think I’ll wait for Jonathan.”

“That’s not a problem.” She props him up on different pillows—one smells a little like the shampoo Nancy uses, so he knows her lying down next to him wasn’t part of a dream or something—and hands him a glass of water.

“So, I’m thinking soup for lunch.” Mrs. Byers doesn’t need him to help keep up the conversation, which is good, because he doesn’t have much of anything to say right now. She talks about the kids’ fort and how they’d gotten to have a sleepover last night, how Hopper’s been talking to that Owens guy and he might have to go to the lab and have some tests run to make sure he’s okay.

She keeps talking the whole time it takes for him to drink the whole glass of water.

It’s half an hour, at least. It settles weirdly in his stomach, and he’s not sure if it’s from the remnants of the fever or if it’s everything else going in his head right now.

“Do you think you can move out to the living room? I can’t carry you, but you can lean on me.”

“Yeah, that’ll work.” It’s awkward, because he’s so much taller than she is, but it hurts less than walking alone does, and once he’s in the living room with evidence that the kids were there last night, safe and not dead, he’s able to relax a little more.

The fort is still set up, Will’s art supplies are out, and when he sits on the couch he can see El sleeping on a mattress on the floor.

“Is she…?”

“She’s just fine. You might not remember, but she tried drawing you out of your head yesterday. It tired her out a little, is all. She fell asleep not long before you woke up.”

“Okay.” Still, once Mrs. Byers has come back with the soup, El doesn’t sleep for long.

“You lied.” She looks at him.

“I didn’t lie, El.” On a technicality. “I never promised I would get out first, because I didn’t know what would happen.”

“You are not allowed to be alone now.”

“What?”

“Joyce and Hop said so.”

“El, we were talking about the next few weeks, until he heals up a little more.” Mrs. Byers interjects kindly. “Not ever again. I’m sure even Steve likes time to himself.”

Weeks? He’s not that bad off, he can even walk with help.

“I do, Mrs. Byers. It’d be kind of impossible for someone to be with me all the time anyway, kiddo. We all have school or work.” From the look on Mrs. Byers’ face, he’s going to be getting shit later for calling her ‘Mrs. Byers’, but she won’t say anything in front of El.

Hopefully.

El finally sits down, squishing against his non-bitten side. “You are not allowed to be alone. My rule.”

“El, you can’t go everywhere with me.”

“I will watch instead.”

“No. I love you, kid, but there are things I do that you don’t need to see and I know you can’t watch people for long.”

“It will be… practice.”

“Spying on me doesn’t count as practice.”

“Once a day?”

“No.”

“Every other day?”

“Still no.”

“Three times a week.”

“Nope.”

“Twice a week?” He shakes his head, tugging on her short hair a little. “Once a week?”

“Once a week will work, I guess. But only when I’m at school, and not after 2:30, okay?”

He usually has practice around then, and she doesn’t need to see the boys’ locker room.

If he’s allowed to practice again, that is. He wasn’t allowed to before all of this. His doctor had been very insistent upon it. And with all the new damage to his body… all the new scars… he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle being in a locker room again.

His mother would throw a fit if she could see him now. He's going to scar, that's for sure. And he's too skinny now for even her to think it looks pretty.

He wonders if she even knows that he was gone. He hasn’t asked Mrs. Byers yet; he’s a little scared of what the answer will be.

“Why?”

“I have practice that I have to change for, and after I have to change again. So nothing after 2:30, agreed?”

“Once a week, before two-three-oh.” She repeats, and he knows she’s just messing with him by the little grin on her face.

“You got it, Ellie.”

“No.” Her nose scrunches up and she shakes her head, like she can rid herself of the nickname that way. 

“Mom? Can I see Steve now?” Will’s backpack is half unzipped. and if he couldn’t see Jonathan right behind him he might be more worried about him losing all of his schoolwork. For a kid who typically keeps his things organized (or more organized than Steve had at his age, anyway), it’s a strange sight. “Steve!”

“Hey, buddy.” Will’s the one kid he hasn’t really spoken with much—certainly not as much as El, Dustin, and Max. He has a lot more common ground with Lucas, and even Mike, as annoying as he is. Will, though, is quieter, and while they talk when he’s over, it's not the same. Mike is the only other kid who doesn’t call him on the walkies whenever they need something, even if it’s just to talk after a nightmare.

It's because Mike and Will have Nancy and Jonathan, he knows. But he hopes they know they can call him. If they need to.

“You’re awake!”

“Yep, and almost fever-free.”

“You’re not allowed to do that again.” Will looks almost as serious as El had when she’d told him he wasn’t allowed to be alone. He doesn’t quite manage it; his worried face is almost identical to Jonathan’s.

Steve feels like maybe he shouldn’t know that. Or at least, he shouldn’t admit to knowing it. He can’t really remember the first time he realized he was noticing Jonathan, but the fact that it’s been long enough that he’s got his facial expression memorized?

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

Will pokes his shoulder lightly when he doesn’t answer. “I can’t make that promise, Will.”

“So you won’t make it to me, either?” Jonathan asks, and if it weren’t for El, his nearly-empty soup bowl would have spilled all over the carpet. Since when does Jonathan care about him putting himself in danger?

He's probably just saying it for the kids' sake.

Jonathan can’t mean it any other way, right?

(He doesn’t let himself think about the way Nancy and Jonathan had clearly shared a bed with him last night.)

“You know why I can’t.” Steve’s not going to say he’ll stop putting himself in danger when it really means he’s giving the kids time to run, get help, whatever.

“Jonathan,” Mrs. Byers says, maybe sensing that this is probably going to derail into an argument of everyone against him trying to get him to make a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep, “would you mind picking out a new set of clothes for Steve? He’s not quite steady enough on his feet for him to shower alone, so it was best to wait.”

“Of course, Mom.” He stops by the couch to give her a kiss on the cheek and ruffle El’s hair.

Steve tries to ignore the way his stomach sours when Jonathan doesn’t touch him at all. He knows what Jonathan thinks of him, he can’t let himself forget that.

“Will, El, please start taking the fort down.”

El looks like she’s going to remain stubbornly pressed against Steve’s side for a minute, but she does pull away without prompting to help Will.

“And you,” Mrs. Byers turns to him, trying to pull off stern but not quite hitting it with the way her lips turn up at the corners. “Call me Joyce. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that.”

“Maybe just once more, Mrs. Byers,” He says, just to be cheeky.

“Oh, you!” She laughs. “Jonathan, come get Steve! He thinks he’s funny.”

finish on ao3 or under the cut

Walking with Jonathan is easier than walking with Joyce, at least. They’re closer in height, and he’s not as worried he’s going to crush Jonathan.

Actually, he probably wouldn’t even crush El right now.

“I didn’t know if you’d want a t-shirt or a sweatshirt so I grabbed both.” Jonathan explains once they’re in the bathroom. “Do you just need me to stay in the room?”

He'd love to say no, but he doesn’t think he can.

Once he’s sat on the edge of the tub, Steve can feel his energy flagging. He’d been fine in the living room, and the walk wasn’t even as far as Jonathan’s bedroom, so he doesn’t know why he’s crashing.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You can just go back to bed, man, you’ve gone grey.”

“No, we’re already in here.”

“You’re not taking a shower, then. Come on, arms up.” Jonathan somehow manages to strip him down to his boxers. 

“Hang on.” Jonathan steps outside the bathroom for a minute, or maybe it’s five. He can’t really tell right now.

“Mom says your stitches can’t get wet, but your ankles will be okay. We’ll just have to rewrap them.” Jonathan covers the bandages on his torso in plastic wrap and takes the ones on his ankles off altogether.

“And Nancy called, she stopped by your house to get you a few things.”

“Okay.” Steve lets Jonathan worry about the water temperature and soap and everything else. Even sitting up without a backrest is taking so much thought, because he has to worry about not popping a stitch.

He hadn’t had time to be this worried about his ankles in the Upside Down, and it’s weird to be thinking about his wounds constantly now.

“Nancy will be here soon, do you just want to sit under the water until she gets here? She mentioned washing your hair for you.” He nods, and Jonathan half-lifts, half-dumps him into the bathtub. He barely fits, but that’s okay, because if he wasn’t forced into sitting up he’s not sure he’d be able to right now.

When Joyce said Steve was awake, Nancy wasn’t expecting to find him nearly passed out in the bathtub. Jonathan’s sitting on the edge, holding a wet washcloth like he’s never seen one before.

“Boys.” She mutters under her breath, not really thinking about it. “You know he wouldn’t have cared, right?” What Steve might care about, though, is the catheter bag on his leg. Joyce and Hopper take care of it, mostly, but Irene had wanted them to learn, too.

“No, he did some of it. I think he just likes sitting under the running water, honestly. It’s probably the first time he’s been clean in weeks.”

She sets down the bag she packed up at Steve’s house; some of his clothes (but not too many, because she thinks she likes seeing him in Jonathan’s and that’s a thought for later), a blanket she knows he finds it hard to sleep without, and his hair products. Not all of them, she doesn’t think he uses them all every day anyway, but enough.

“Nance?” It’s quiet, almost slurred.

“Hey, Steve.” He hardly reacts as she cups water in her hands and carefully pours it over his head.

She should have grabbed a cup from the kitchen. She washes his hair for him carefully.

Nancy’s glad he's not up to conversation, really. She'd probably tell him something she's not ready to… or something he’s not ready to hear.

Tommy had asked about him today. He’d pulled her aside between second and third period, the only ones she doesn’t have time to meet with Jonathan between, and asked her why he’s gone.

She’d had to tell him she didn’t know, and she hadn’t been all that upset about the lie.

He hadn’t pushed.

She’s not sure she wants to tell Steve about that. Tommy might be a safe enough topic, right now.

But she doesn’t want to, not when he’s like this, half-asleep and pliable.

Looking at them like they could leave him to drown in here and that’d be okay.

Instead, she talks about the kids’ latest campaign—he pays more attention to them than he lets on, she knows, because she’s seen him at the school library looking up different terms and rules. He relaxes into her hands when she works the shampoo into his hair.

He’d let her do anything she wanted to, right now.

She wants him to look at her like that in much better situations than this one. 

Jonathan must have dug around in the cupboards, because he has a cup ready to rinse the shampoo out, and she could kiss him for it.

“Hi.” Steve looks up at them both, and with his hair wet like this, she can see the little scars from the plate on his head.

To avoid tracing over them with her fingers, she picks up the conditioner and squeezes it maybe a little too hard.

Jonathan doesn’t seem to have the same issue; when she looks at them again, he’s got one hand tilting Steve’s chin up, the fingertips of his other hand delicately finding the paths the scars take into his hairline and across his scalp.

If Steve were more with them, she might tell Jonathan to kiss him.

Nancy knows he wants to; they’ve talked about it. Before Steve heard exactly the wrong thing.

But not now.

Not when Steve’s eyes are so hazy she’s not sure he’ll remember this tomorrow.

Not when they haven’t talked to Steve yet, about any of this.

None of them speak as she rinses out the conditioner, when Jonathan pulls the stopper, when they get Steve changed into a pair of Jonathan’s pants and one of his own slightly-too-big sweatshirts, no t-shirt underneath.

(It’s one she knows fit him perfectly last year.)

They wait until they’ve got him back in bed to rewrap his ankles.

And if Steve grabs each of their wrists loosely—fingers trembling like even this is too much for him to handle—when they try to leave, they don’t have to tell anyone that’s the reason they stay.

They don’t have to tell anyone they weren’t really going to leave anyway.

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[veradragonjedi]

✍️ - What is your favourite line or scene from the project? for BBB?

WAAAAAA NOOOO THERE ARE SO MANY TO COUNT 😭

I'm gonna bring my top five I think so far (I know this asks for just one, but ugh I just have so many thoughts in my head)

(Edit: this gets more and more insane as I go down the list. Just. FYI..) OH. And. BBB spoilers under the cut! Please... enjoy <3

*Game Theory voice* NUMBER FIIIIVE

5. Everything about Luke changed, but him. He was solid, rigid, reliable.

UGH I'm a SUCKER for moments when Luke's ever-shifting demeanour, ever-changing self, shape and form, are expressed as they are. Luke is the Force, Luke is a corner of the universe folded, origami-style, into the shape of a human. I'd like to believe that you see the Gaussian blur of motion in his body when he moves. Like he is travelling at supersonic speeds through time and space all day every day and we're all just witnessing him at his slowest.

This works EVEN BETTER when you remember that in BBB Luke is totally covered head to toe, with no part of his skin showing. He is Everything. He is always moving. His cloak is always flowing. His eyes are always shifting.

But, despite all that, the thing that is actually Luke Skywalker, that kindness, that strength, remains the same.

He is rigid, solid, in his compassion, but, physically, spiritually, he is ever changing.

4. A sunless, wicked, beauty.

Din's first thought when he sees Luke for the first time, and WHO can BLAME him!? This is in Chapter 1, The Darkness Brings A Shadow, and it's my blog title over at @blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies :3

I'm obsessed with the imagery of it. Just... in awe. I need to eat it. For a very long era in this fic, Din has no idea what Luke looks like, and every word that he first ever describes Luke as is considered wrong.

Luke is not sunless, though he tries to be. Luke hides behind his veil, behind his cloak, behind the locked doors of his temple, and STILL the sunlight peaks through the cracks of his withered body and overcomes everything around it. (This actually reminds me of another quote I love, see 2. !!!) Luke is also, despite the hardships he's suffered, not wicked. He is kind and selfless, but he doesn't believe it himself. And, lastly, Luke would never in a million years call himself a beauty. Him? Scarred? Torn? A vampire?? Luke has not allowed anyone in the galaxy to call him beautiful in a very long time (that's... the essence of bbb. Being loved for who you are, and finding beauty in the ugly and mundane. So obviously this sentence drives me kriffing nuts.)

Luke can't be beautiful, so Din must be wrong about him from the start. And Luke TRIES desperately to get him to understand that he is WRONG about him, but Din has his heart set on learning about and understanding Luke beyond the first image he caught of him, and it's perfect.

3. ...Din was left nursing a feeling of guilt...

Thanks to my wonderful editor (my dad) the verb 'nursing' is in play here. We spoke about this particular sentence after it was posted and... wow do I have thoughts.

Context: Din has found out that Luke is a vampire, and is feeling guilty because he no-longer feels safe around him, even though he trusts that Luke isn't a threat, and knows that it's a horrible thing he's doing (basing someone's character entirely on their species, especially after he had already formed a good opinion of Luke.)

There are two ways to read the word 'nursing' in this context.

1. Din's opinion of Luke is healing. In this case, the guilt is the disease, the pain, and Din is softening the sting. Din is caring for his sore heart, waiting to confess to Luke that he knows he is a vampire, and also regaining his original position on living with him (wants to do that.)

2. Din's opinion of Luke is dying. In this case, the love, the care, is the pain, and Din is driving it out, all the while "nursing" (taking care of—) the guilt he's formed, and preparing to either leave Luke forever or kill him (does not want to do this, however, his son is now in danger, from his point of view)

2. Effortless kindness was so alien, but Luke left a trace of it in his wake, on the rim of every cup he put his lips to, and in the imprint of his footsteps in the ground.

"The Jedi Code is like an itch..." etc etc... 😭 thank you Kenobi.

LUKE oh god. Back to 4, Luke leaves this unwashable, un-get-rid-able trail of kindness everywhere he walks. Every spoon he's ever put in his mouth, every flower he's ever opened, every time he kisses Din's cheek, lips, knuckles, he leaves a little bit of kindness behind, and that kindness is like a virus.

It spreads, infecting others like Vader and Han. It makes roots, it sinks into the ground, it grows and reaches upward, and when it releases its spores, more kindness springs from the places they land.

Luke's effortless kindness is alien to Din because Din has never experienced it. YES Din was given a home, food, armour, by the Mandalorians, but— he was always going to be younger, weaker, and he had to fight for real respect and love just like everyone did.

Luke loves Din. Luke's kindness toward Din takes him little to no energy at all.

Din is mesmerised.

1. Luke loved the child; Din had made him realise that.

Do I even have to say anything. Yes.

Luke is Grogu's dad as much as Din is, we just never got to really see the two of them connect, and I'm really bitter about it ngl.

In the same paragraph, Luke confesses to Grogu that he does love Din (believing that it is platonic)

They're a family they love each other they're helping each other grow and learn and I am so proud of them all.

Because, Din was never really loved. And, now, he believes that taking love from a man who is struggling so hard to even maintain some left for himself IS selfish and cruel and Din won't do that. Din doesn't want ANYTHING for helping Luke. No money, no favours, absolutely no love in return.

Because love, to Din, is like currency. Love is priceless, and help is so so easy.

Luke believes that accepting help from Din is incredibly selfish and rude, as he can't help in return. All he can give Din is love and friendship, and even then, its easier telling Grogu that he loves Din, rather than telling Din to his face (or... helmet, rather.)

But, Din doesn't want that. Because Din believes that that love goes to waste if Luke gives it to him when Din is simply doing something he enjoys.

Luke believes that Love is all there is to give, Din believes he is selfish for accepting it with nothing in return.

Din believes that Help is all there us to give, Luke believes he is selfish for accepting it with nothing in return.

AAAAAAA IT ALSO WORKS FOR GROGU BECAUSE AT FIRST DIN ONLY SAVED HIM BECAUSE IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO. BUT HE SOON REALISED HE WANTED TO BE MORE OF A FATHER TO HIM AND GROGU ONLY EVER SAW HIM AS A FATHER FIGURE

Din, seeing Grogu: this is a thing. I must help it find its kind because that is my purpose and I enjoy it. I will not fall in love with the thing.

Grogu: :)

Din: I have fallen in love with the thing.

Din, seeing Luke: this is a Jedi. I must help him find his calling and also learn how to appreciate himself because that is my new purpose, and I enjoy it. I will not fall in love with the Jedi.

Luke: :)

Din: it will not happen again.

Luke: :( *sigh* guess I am unlovable and unworthy.

Din: ........ by Manda this can't be happening—

Oh my god 😭 they are such different people but when it comes down to it family is the most important thing to both of them 😭 oh... ohh

They love each other, but until they realise it, they are soooo incompatible and that's what makes me the happiest sometimes :,)

I love BBB. I love my story. I am in love with it. I would kiss it if I could.

THANK YOU for this ask. A great big mahoosive THANK YOU. I'm SORRY it took SO LONG getting to it, it has been a troubling year. I hope you enjoyed my thoughts on some of these, I hope I was ever so slightly coherent.

And, tbh, I'm heckin proud of this, so. @doublechocolate @airlocksandaviaries @funkyphonophorae @jspookywolf <3 tagging the people who might enjoy a lore dump?

Ily Nova!!! Keep doing what ur doing.

[purplesurveys]

1784

Do you own anything from Victoria's Secret "Pink" line? Do you really think the clothes are worth the price? I don't. And maybe for some people yeah but personally it's not my style so no.

What does your last incoming text say, who was it from, and how do you feel about that person? It was a delivery rider just asking for specific directions going to our house. I don't have any feelings about the guy since I never ended up meeting him as I was out when he texted.

Did you have a New Year's kiss? No, I've always been with family in celebrating the New Year.

Are there any words that you cannot pronounce or that you pronounce incorrectly? For some reason I struggle with enunciating 'beautiful.'

After a long day at work or of doing something physical what tends to hurt more? Your back or your feet? Back and shoulders, which is why I always have a supply of ointment to coat all over my body at the end of the day lol. My legs only really hurt on days I do a lot of walking, which don't happen a lot.

Do you have a smart phone? If so, what's your favorite app? Yes. As for my favorite app, I always find myself checking in on Reddit multiple times a day, even when mid-work.

Who would you say is the overall best person you know, and why? Angela is the most reliable person in my life. I trust her inputs on literally everything – just this morning I messaged her asking for help on how to use Carousell LOL – and apart from that she has the kindest heart and I know she'll always have my back no matter what, whether it's in the form of listening to me or calling me out when I'm on ther verge of doing something stupid.

If you had to choose between being a Nurse or an English teacher which would you choose and why? English teacher. I know I wouldn't be the best with kids/teenagers but I feel like I nevertheless have enough people skills to get by. Plus I feel like I'm okay when it comes to explaining and teaching things, so it'd work out better at least compared to being a nurse.

Do you have a specific gas station you usually go to? Or do you stop wherever? Yes, there's a specific brand I always go to. I'm not good with car stuff so I don't want to risk going to a different station and potentially going with the wrong kind of gas and damaging my car forever.

How much older than you was the oldest person you have dated/had a relationship with? I've only ever been with one person and they are my age.

Is anything stressing you out at the moment? We have a family Christmas party/reunion this weekend and I have not wrapped a single gift. I might just buy a bunch of paper bags tomorrow since there is simply no time to individually wrap everything hahaha.

What is your opinion on dating someone who already had a child/children from a previous relationship? I know it shouldn't be a problem at this age but personally speaking it might intimidate me. I'm nowhere near ready to be a mom/stepmom.

Have you ever actually found a mascara that makes a huge difference for your lashes? I don't use mascara. I like my eyelashes enough as they're naturally long already and don't really feel the need to make it look ~aesthetically pleasing~

Would you rather have one or two great facial features that stand out, or have just an overall pretty face but have no special features? I'd take the pretty face. Pretty privilege is real and can take you places.

Do you have any plans for Valentine's Day? Did you do anything last Valentine's Day? I haven't had plans for Valentine's Day in three years and don't feel the need to celebrate it alone.

Do you check your horoscope daily? If so, did you relate to your horoscope at all today? I do not believe in horoscopes.

When you need to remember something, how do you usually go about doing so? I use my Notes app and just note down a bunch of stuff in there, whether it's a dream I don't want to forget, or a random thing a client would say during a meeting that I'd need to remember. That's why I often get confused when I look through my archives haha everything lacks context.

Do you think you're a confident person? In your opinion what makes someone "confident" anyways? I'm confident in some ways, like how I feel comfortable with my own company and am not in an active search for a relationship; or how I'm always ready to bite back if a relative tries to be condescending with me (because Filipino family culture means always trying to find reasons to indirectly insult one another hahaha). But I'm also no stranger to insecurity every now and then.

How would you describe someone that is your type of guy/girl? I like someone no-nonsense, a bit on the serious side and have an air of confidence and being able to take care of themselves. Someone who tries to make jokes every 10 seconds just sounds exhausting. I also prefer a friend than setups or online dating as it's more comforting if I already know the person.

Do you read books often? What is your all time favorite book and author? I used to but stopped reading a very long time ago. I just lost the time for it at some point until eventually I also lost the passion for it. That said I never was able to find my all-time favorite book or author.

Have you recently accomplished anything that you are proud of yourself for? I've been having a difficult time coming to terms with my promotion until literally today when I encountered a Reddit thread of someone who's in the EXACT same situation – got promoted but doesn't feel like they're cut out for the job, and them feeling like they only got promoted because a couple of seniors in their workplace had just resigned, and them ultimately thinking of leaving.

I honest to god thought everyone in the thread was going to be supportive of OP resigning, but it was the complete opposite. People were raising points like "they trust you enough to promote you, make the most of it," "they've seen your past mistakes and still promoted you," "discomfort is inevitable with change, just stick with it and grow from it" and it really felt like they were talking to me. Anyway, I'm for sure still thinking of resigning but stumbling upon that has also helped me start to cope with and embrace (for now) where I'm at.

So speaking of for nows, I'll try to be proud of my biggest achievement this year which is getting promoted to director – something I literally never even strove to achieve since I only ever targeted becoming a manager.

Are you still friends with any of your exes? Do you still communicate with any of them at all? I'm not friends with her and cut off all contact the year immediately following the breakup.

What is your opinion on people that shop at Sephora for makeup as opposed to buying makeup from the drugstore? I don't care.

When you enter a store like Target or Walmart where is the first section you go? We don't have those.

Are you the type of person to fight for someone or walk away? Depends. I used to be the kind of person who would, regardless of the circumstances; but after some things I've been through I'm a little less...dedicated to people in general now.

Is marijuana legal for "recreational use" where you live? Also what is your opinion on the recent legalization of marijuana in certain states? It's not, and I don't have much of an opinion on marijuana tbh since it's never been a hot societal/cultural concern where I live.

Do you live on your own or with your parents/a roommate? Do you think you'd like to live alone? I live with my family, so that's parents and siblings. I'd love to live alone one day, but I'm not in a rush because how the hell can I live anywhere with these condo prices lol?

How often would you say you use Microsoft Word? I use it around 4-5 times a week, but I'm predominantly on Google Docs as it lets me work on files in real-time with teammates at work.

What is the last online purchase you made? Last few gifts for my sister, which includes a Spongebob pajama set and a couple of FNAF plushies. She's into so many fandoms that I just got her something from each haha. Before I checked these out I also had gotten her a few Resident Evil fanmade merch.

Do you usually have bad symptoms around "that time of the month"? I just get very emotional and feel like crying every 0.5 seconds, but as far as physical symptoms there fortunately aren't any.

Is there anyone you have to see on a daily/weekly basis that you really dislike? Not really, no.

Is your hair thick or thin? Would you say it's easy to manage? It's very thick and is quite difficult to manage, especially after I had it bleached. It's always been on the dry and frizzy side and don't think it will ever get to a healthy glowing state.

Have you ever had to deal with any type of long distance relationship, whether it be a romantic relationship or a friendship? Yes, 10 years ago I had a tight-knit group of Internet friends; we were all into wrestling and were pretty much part of the first wave of stan Twitter when it wasn't even a thing yet, lol. We slowly fizzled out when the main two people we were stanning left WWE and went off the radar for a bit.

Are you procrastinating doing anything right now? Yes. Can you believe I still have a deck to work on, so close to Christmas? This is my first December where work is still on a peak. It's gross.

How do you feel about being called sweetie/dear/honey/etc.? It's okay as long as it doesn't come from a man who's being disgusting.

Have you ever had a thing for/relationship with a coworker? How did it end? Never have. Seems a little irresponsible to me.

What type of deodorant do you use? Do you notice any difference between powders and gels? I have a local brand and I've never used powder so I can't compare.

What would you say is your worst habit? Peeling off nails. I've gotten more than one bleeding nailbed because of this.

Do you have a place you go to a lot that you may be considered "a regular" at? Not a restaurant, but I guess the FamilyMart below our office? They already know what kind of coffee I get hahaha.

Do you ever read the articles posted on the home page of Xanga? Has there ever been one that has really stood out to you? I was never on Xanga.

What is the weather currently like where you live? It's sunny and it's started to get cold on mornings and late evenings, but the afternoons are still brutal. I suppose it won't get Christmas-cold until January.

Is there anyone that you text on a regular basis that you do not have saved in your phone? If so, why don't you have their number saved? My mom. I just never saved it before and now it's always just been her number hahaha, and I don't feel like changing it anymore.

Do you have any plans for Mardi Gras? No.

[charcadett]

Soooo. This is incredibly niche. But I’m back on my Transformers bullshit so why not…. Mash my two hyperfixations together like a caveman trying to start a fire.

Pokemon Scavio Characters Transformers Alt Modes

Nemona - A motorcycle fits her well I think. She’d have a side car for her friends because they mean a lot to her. Only Penny is small enough to fit.

Penny - If we are going only Cybertronian animals. Turbofox because they look the closest to an Eevee. But honestly, I think she should just straight up have an Eevee alt mode.

Arven - Just. An oven. A big, giant oven. Bake a cake in him. I dare you.

Hassel - A dragon. One, I think it’d be funny as hell. Two, Predaking from Prime is hot and so is Hassel. And also: It’d still fit well with his from an ancient dragon trainer family who ran away to do music backstory. Except he’s the dragon.

Brassius - Something small and not built for fighting I think… Maybe a flashdrive?? To store images of his art and art history. I think it’d fit with how he was sickly and sort of weak when he first met Hassel.

Katy - A little volkswagen beetle. I was gonna just do an insect alt mode. Like. A katydid. But I think the pun with a little bug car is infinitely funnier.

Kofu - A boat. That’s really it, bro is a boat.

Grusha - A snowmobile, one of those really fast ones but an accident has rendered his tcog beyond repair and he can no longer transform.

Ryme - A speaker, kind of self explanatory considering her music career.

Iono - A camcorder! She makes guests on her stream hold her whenever anything good is happening. Also won’t stop recording people in real time.

Tulip & Miriam - They’re both jets. It’s said in game by one of the NPCs that Miriam used to be a model before she became the Academy’s nurse and I like to imagine her and Tulip as former coworker/friends. So they’re both jets and former seekers LOL.

Larry - I have no proof that transformers can have office supplies as an alt mode but this man screams stapler.

Rika - A dirt bike! I was gonna go motorcycle because sleek and she would love to do tricks, but a dirt bike would be good for her Ground-typing speciality. She’s always covered in mud.

Poppy - A little armored car! It goes with her Steel-typing speciality.

Geeta - The champion gets to be a triple changer. Jet and car combo. She has to go fast to get to all the places she’s needed at.

Clavell & Jacq - Both are microscopes, Clavell’s is a stronger one though I think.

Salvatore - A sports car, sleek and cool for a sleek and cool guy. He’s not big for joy rides though.

Tyme - An SUV. Very strong, sturdy, and reliable!

Saguaro - A tank! I think it fits well with his students thinking he’s a big tough guy, when he’s really a total sweetheart.

Raifort - A drone perhaps… Maybe I just have Earthspark on the brain but it’s small and it’d make it easy for her to access hard to get to historical spots. Also Raifort seems like someone who eavesdrops LOL.

Turo - Something stupid and machine-y. Like a centrifuge.

Sada - Straight up a dinosaur… Thinking. Pterosaur?? Because Roaring Moon kind of looks like one. I know those aren’t dinos technically but whatevs.

Ortega - A car, but a pink one so he’s REALLY conspicuous. He’s the mechanic who built the star mobiles so I think it works.

Eri - A tank! Big and strong, though she prefers hand to hand combat and training rather than relying on her alt mode.

Mela - A flamethrower. Someone has to hold her, usually Eri.

Giacomo - A soundboard. His favorite sounds are “Bruh” and a fart noise. Another team star member who needs to be held.

Atticus - An arachnid, specifically a black widow. Not only does it help him make Team Star costumes with webbing, but also ties in with his Poison-type focus.

[yunarim]

♡ IDIA SHROUD ୨ : aligned with ☆ the stars : ୧ [headcanon] ˖ summary : dorm leaders as their typical zodiac signs' traits ˖ tags : astrology, zodiac signs observation, general personaliy traits and relationships ones too (traits such as behavior in relationships are on the end of the every character's description), gn reader 마지막 인사 To My First [scenario] ˖ summary : paper kiss game! (where the paper drops) ˖ tags : gn reader, fluff, vdc/sdc mentions (thus book 5 spoilers)

day by day [scenario] ˖ summary : he discovers you sleeping and covers you with a blanket, but you assume it was someone else! ˖ tags : gn reader, fluff

love words [scenario] ˖ summary : confessing your love through sleep ˖ tags : gn reader, fluff, reader wears lip gloss in vil's part, french i'm not sure i used correctly in rook's part (i don't speak french uhm...), flower language in malleus' part, hello kitty stickers in lilia's part bc i'm a fan monochrome frame [headcanon with oneshot elements] ˖ summary : yuu can neutralize the use of any kind of magic with a touch. ˖ tags : female reader, books 1-7 major spoilers, hurt/comfort, cursing in leona's and vil's parts, mention of blood in leona's part, jp translation terms (dorm leader, VDC), can be read platonically in all of parts except vil, idia & esp malleus ones (i imply romantical way tho) where's a doctor when you need one? [headcanon] - rus ver ˖ summary : dorm leaders with natasha-like reader (hsr) ˖ tags : female reader (she/her pronouns), fluff, slight mentions of injuries, reader kinda works part-time at NRC as a nurse, reader wields a gun but no violence mentioned (she just uses it canonically but i left only the part that she only has it in her property)

hands wrought under the dark veil [headcanon with oneshot elements] ˖ summary : overblotted reader ˖ tags : gn reader, angst, books 1-7 major spoilers, action takes places alongside with malleus overblotting, mentions of crying, mentions of blood, mentions of nausea, emotional instability, yuu can insinuate darkest illusions into the minds, open ending if you will ⋆˖ written in you heart [headcanon] ˖ summary : reader introducing barbie culture to the dorm leaders ! ˖ tags : implied female reader (but no pronouns used actually), fluff, implied reader has all the movies downloaded on the phone and got transmigrated with it, watch me being emo about barbie movies, games & songs because totally not me was obsessed with them in my childhood— attention please [headcanon] ˖ summary : reader who is fluent in boys’ native languages ˖ tags : gn reader, cultural references in some parts, reader is aware of the original fairytale in vil's part, slight cursing in vil's part

A TWISTED ISEKAI travel experience [series] ˖ summary : you and your reliable partner grim are the most famous interdimensional travelers under the Official Isekai Association. you're used to traveling into psychological thrillers and horrors. however, this time something goes wrong, and you suddenly turn into the protagonist of… an otome game?! ˖ tags : gn reader, fluff at times, angst (i'm offering EXTRA angst and drama for lilia & idia for you today), mentions of death, idia's part being quite dark actually, BUT there's a happy ending (or i think so but feel free to allegorize as you please! :)) . . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ [series] ˖ summary : It seems that the world is preparing for its imminent cessation. Indeed, it's far from common that a peculiar extrovert with a secret passion for otome novels on the one hand and an eccentric shut-in, a professional in all game genres, except for socialization simulators, on the other, will collide in the same room. A new otome novel that breaks the top games of the year, the two, who bet on an all-clear 100% true romantic ending walkthrough on the first try, and Ortho, who quite unobtrusively suggested them to team up. ˖ tags : female reader, reader is yuu, extrovert reader, second-year reader, sfw, fluff, chapter 6 spoilers . . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 1 . . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 2 . . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 3 . . . loading : real-life otome simulator ☆ - chapter 4

♡ ORTHO SHROUD (platonic)

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[queenharumiura]

✍️ + Ryohei

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them ||Accepting|| @signorinavongola

(Vaguely referencing a canon event for fun)

“Huh? No no, they said they wanted to join the boxing club? Right? I didn’t strong arm you into it!” Ryohei had his arm draped over a guy’s shoulder, smiling at Kyoko with his usual foolish grin. There was something about the person’s answers that made him think of his sister, who had the secret tendency to not be totally truthful about things. It was like how she’d look upon his scar and pretend that the flicker of pain in her eyes didn’t exist. Or the fact that if she’d ever found him nursing a wound that she doesn’t feel a jolt of anxiety as if she starts to relive that incident years ago.

As a good and caring older brother, he knew how to read between the lines of her small white lies. She didn’t want him to worry about her just as much as he didn’t want her worrying about him. So, he was pretty sensitive to when others were also speaking half white lies, but the problem was: he didn’t know what kind of lie they were telling. He just rolls with it and assumes.

That’s where Kyoko came in, following up with people afterwards to ask if they were somehow strongarmed into joining the boxing club even though they didn’t want to. Poor Tsuna didn’t have the heart to tell Kyoko the truth and just told her that he did want to join, just so that her smile didn’t fade.

-

“Yo! All’s great in Japan. Everyone is doing GREAT, like to the EXTREME!” Ryohei laughs lightheartedly, boisterous laughter turning to a quieter chuckle after he noticed someone wince at the volume of his voice. Really, they should be grateful that he didn’t try competing with Squaletta given how competitive he was.

Still, even he had to admit there were some competitions not worth fighting- unless he wanted to risk losing his voice, or getting a certain dude mad at him for ‘disturbing the peace’. That guy needs to get out more and smell the open fresh air. Drink more milk or something, maybe he’ll seem less grouchy then.

Though he may think so, he finds Hibari a swell guy. He’s strong and reliable, even if a bit of a pain sometimes! “Kyoko and Haru are doing fine, they miss you.” He reports on some casual things before he hands over some paperwork to Tsuna, as he knew it was something that she would be curious about. Sometimes, she had to remember that she should take breaks from being the Vongola 10 and remember that she also was ‘Tsu-chan,’ the woman who loved to eat snacks with her friends and giggle into the night on slumber parties.

As he always worried about her as an elder brother over a ‘subordinate worrying over his boss,’ he always made a point to remind her of things in hopes that she can let her mind wander to more positive and happy things for a moment. Relax those shoulders and the creased eyebrows.

[jujurose222]

Who are you? The question begs us all. If it is from our peers or our assessors, they always want to know. Who are you?

They will give you a list of adjectives, ask you to choose what suits you the best. Are you reliable? Are you approachable? Are you easy to get along with? Are you a hard worker?

Define yourself. Put yourself in a box, for it is the only way they will begin to understand you. Anything outside of that box is not tangible. It is mere floating, never stable, energy. The substance we have lost all “control” of. Not that we ever controlled it before, but we could play with it before. We learned its properties, we were taught how to channel it and use the right kind, for the best circumstances.

Now they ask you to forget that substance. They tell you it is not important. You believe them, they tell you it is a matter of necessity. If you focus too much on the thing you cannot see, you lose control of what you can see. That is what they tell you anyway.

“Stop dreaming.” “When pigs fly.” “Some things are simply impossible.”

They tell you quantitative data is important. They tell you qualitative data is not as reliable. Yet this so-called quantitative data will only be portrayed and perceived in a subjective way, no matter what. Sure, measure things, try to keep things numbered and ordered. But if a biased person views this so-called data, they will perceive it however they want…

And don’t begin to think for one second, you are apart from the bias. I am not apart from the bias. My ego perceives whatever suits me at the time. Whatever suits that prior description of me. Sometimes we describe ourselves a certain way, and it is “wrong.”

Sometimes people make definitive statements, they say something like, “I hate narcissists.” Then they fall in love with one. And through their experience, they learn they are an enabler. Maybe they hate the narcissist, but somehow they unknowingly supported many of them.

Actions speak louder than words.

Just because a researcher shows you evidence, they say, “I measured this objectively.” And prove to you a “fact.” Does not make them right…

They ask you who you are. They ask what type of person you are. They ask you to define and limit yourself. Very superficially might I add.

They are asking you to describe your ego. How you present yourself in this world. What type of “person” you are. They get a feel of what you can be used for. If you are aggressive, you can go to war. If you are gentle, you can nurse others. If you are proactive, you can work the books.

Do not get caught up in the definition of your ego. Do not get caught up in the logistics of your ego. You may try to describe yourself in a quantitative way…

Everything in our world is ever changing. Including ourselves. They tell you many things are impossible. But there is one thing that is quite literally impossible, to stay the same forever.

One day you can be right, and the next you can be wrong. One situation you can know many things. The next you can be put into a situation where you know nothing.

When someone asks you to define yourself, give them the best answer at the time of assessment. But do not keep yourself to the standard of your description you claimed. You can change within the hour.

August 2024

[home-nursing-services-in-delhi]

Do You Need Best Home Nursing Services In Delhi?

When someone in our home is sick or has come out of the difficulties of any kind of operation or the medical condition of an elderly person in our home is not getting better, then to take care of them, you want the Best Home Nursing Services in Delhi which will be available along with the best home patient care services in Delhi. Delhi is famous for Nurse at Home services, services will be made available for every kind of work here. Whether it is normal patient care which can be done by Home Attendant Services, or the patient has a serious condition for which Nursing Care Service at Home in Delhi is always available for patient care.

Why Do Patients Actually Need In-Home Nursing Services Delhi?

One of the key advantages of Home Nursing Services in Delhi is the continuity of care they provide. Patients receive consistent, one-on-one attention from nurses at home who are familiar with their medical history, preferences, and personal circumstances. This level of personalised care can greatly enhance the healing process, improve quality of life, and reduce the risk of complications or hospital re-admissions and recover fast at home.

Personalized Care: Home Nursing Services provide to each patient specific needs which are not available in Hospitals. Nursing care at home gives individual attention to patients, helping them recover from injury very fast.

Comfort of Home: Patients recover faster and better than hospitals in familiar surroundings of their own homes. When a family is close to a patient, They feel better.

Cost Effective: Home Nursing Services In Delhi can be more affordable than hospitals without compromising the quality of care.

Convenience: When family members can stay close to the patient then the patient, elders feel better because they provide emotional support and participate in the care process.

Work of Nurse for home patient

Temperature/Pulse/Respiration/Blood pressure/Spot monitoring

Offering urinal pan, Urine bag emptying, Care of Urobag.

Enema administration, Bladder wash, Bladder irrigation, condom Bladder irrigation, condom catheterization, Foley's catheterization male, Foley's Catheterization-Female

Helping in oral feeding, RT placement RT placement, RT feeding & management, Jejunostomy care PEG tube feeding & management, TPN administration

Assist in position change, assistance walking, wheelchair mobilization, simple daily exercises, range of motion exercises, spirometry

Assistance in reading, spiritual support, engagement activities

Oxygen Therapy

Oral medicines

Medical Administration - Topical (Ointment), Eye drops installation, SC (Insulin administration), Insertion of Suppositories, IV injection, IM injection, IV Fluids administration, Assist in major wound dressing, IV cannulation, ECG taking

Conclusion

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[bigfuckingmess]

Ok I’ve decided that I’m going to kill myself. Absolutely nothing will change my mind on this. No bullshit “it gets better” or “permanent problem to temporary solution” idiocy is going to help at all, so if you see this and that’s your message to me, shove it up your ass. I’m done getting absolutely no help from you assholes giving me that bullshit “advice” and then patting yourselves on the back like you did something so good when all you’ve done is help make sure I live out the rest of my lifespan suffering. Y’all aren’t as kind as you think you are. But even if you were to help, there’s nothing you can do. I’ve tried everything. No meds, no doctors, no friends, no family, no pets, no plants, no distraction, no beauty in the world is enough to make me stay. I’ve been tortured non-stop for over ten years and I want out. So someone who actually wants to help me, please. How can I make a plan in my limited ability? I live at home bc of my disability, amd this I’m not alone very often at all. When I am, I don’t have access to many things that could reliably kill me. There is a gun, but idk where the ammo is, and even if I did I don’t know how to use one well enough to reliably aim for the right spot to assuredly die and not wake up in a nursing home. No meds that I could overdose on and die quick enough without suffering intense agony, vomiting, seizures, etc. at least, none that I know of. (I know opiates can kill pretty reliably and most report it’s like falling asleep, w the caveat that sometimes your awake long enough to feel the natural ability to breath leave your brain which can be panic inducing, but tbh that one of the better choices I’ve heard so I’d risk it) I can’t use the family car bc I can’t drive and getting in it would be suspicious, and if everyone’s gone the car isn’t there anyway. There’s no place to hang mysrlf from, amd I’ve tried razors and knives but my pain tolerance is too high on that specific front, I just can’t make my hand go deep enough. So please, please help me, is there anything else I can do? I don’t have a lot of money (in fact, I’m very poor) but if it’s something I can try to buy I’ll do it. (Dark web hitmen are off the table though, that’s. I mean even if I set to do that they run on average 5,000$ per contract amd I’m not even allowed to have that much in assets.) please. I want to rest. It’s not gonna get better. And I’m not willing to wait 10 or 20 more years on the off chance that it does.

[arent-i-the-fairest]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

some staff members taking care of a sick you. (platonic)

[ft. dire crowley, divus crewel, sam]

dire crowley

“headmage… are you sure you’re fit for this? because this school has plenty of nurses that are.”

your comment made crowley’s jaw drop and have him stop what he was doing. before he had the chance to start running out bawling, you had to backtrack.

“i mean—i’m not calling you incompetent or anything! it’s just that i… i don’t wanna inconvenience you. you know, since you’re so busy all the time with… whatever you do.” you sputtered, offering him an awkward grin.

crowley held a hand up to his heart, tearing up. “oh! how kind of you, child! it seems my benevolence has rubbed off on you. good, very good. but! you needn’t worry about me! why, i have plenty of time to finish my work later!” he sniffled.

you immediately relaxed. he bought it. but man, are you really gonna make it out alive in his care? is it too late to call someone a bit more reliable?

“i will nurse you back to perfect health. ohoho, how incredibly kind of me!” he laughed as he skipped away to god knows where.

he’s outraged at this assumption that he doesn’t know how to care for sick people! taking care of you can’t be that hard. he can cook you a hearty meal, and… and read you a bed time story. that’ll make you better. hell, maybe he can even sing you a lullaby! he’s pretty sure he’s even got a bandaid or two somewhere if you need them. just call him doctor crowley at this point.

—yeah, no, he’s not the most ideal person for the job. the most helpful things he can do is fetch you your medicine and refill your glass of water when it’s empty. and cheer you up, you suppose. he’s very entertaining (despite not meaning to be).

you flinched as the door suddenly slammed open. standing there in the doorway was crowley with a bowl in hand and a goofy smile on his face.

“please excuse the wait. now here, i’ve made you some soup! i taste tested it, and it’s delicious, if i do say so myself!” he smiled proudly, not at all hiding his haughtiness.

looking at the meal, it actually did look quite good. smelled good too! maybe you were a bit too harsh, thinking he was completely incapable.

“open wide. here comes the airplane!” crowley cooed as he started waving a spoonful of the soup towards your mouth.

“i’m not a child…” you complained, yet still opened your mouth as the spoon came closer. you drank the soup and immediately recoiled at the taste. “it’s repulsive!”

divus crewel

“good grief.. i told you not to go out in the rain with those other pups!” crewel hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “look where you are now!”

though the scolding was a bit harsh, he was right. you were sitting in bed with a runny nose, itchy red eyes, and a high fever. while running around and playing in the rain with your friends was fun, it was definitely not worth this.

“honestly, just what am i going to do with you?” crewel looked at you with a softer expression. you sat in silence as he sighed, unboxing the medicine he brought for you.

he’s strict, even while you’re sick. he watches you like a hawk for most of the day, cooks you only the healthiest of meals, doesn’t let you leave your bed unless you absolutely need to, and keeps track of how much time is left until you need to take your medicine down to the second. he’s aware he’s being a bit overbearing, but he just wants to see you better as soon as possible.

“now that i think about it, classes are still in session right now. are alchemy classes cancelled today since you aren’t there?”

crewel scoffs. “of course not. i wouldn’t just give everyone a free day off. but i also don’t trust a single pup using chemicals unsupervised, so i have the headmaster substituting for me,” he said. you quirked an eyebrow and he returned the look.

“you trust the headmaster enough to let him look after a class full of rambunctious, clumsy, and excuse me, but sometimes downright dumb students? who are all handling dangerous chemicals?”

you could see concern growing on crewel’s face as he considered the chaos that could be happening right now in his classroom.

“... perhaps i should check up on them.”

sam

“knock knock, little imp! i heard from my friends from the other side that you’re sick. is that true?” sam asked as he entered your room.

you weakly turned over to look at him and nodded.

“i see, i see. no worries, i’m here to help ya! just tell me whatcha need and you got it. i’m only here for half an hour though... i’m sorry, kid.” he frowned. “i gotta get back to my shop, but you can always call me!”

sam, while he hates to leave you alone sick, still has to run and manage the shop. he’s not too concerned, though. he knows you’re plenty capable of caring for yourself! but every few hours, he’ll come back to check up on you. each time does, he brings you food/snacks and sometimes a weird (but ultimately cool) knick-knack to come with it. just a little something to brighten your mood!

you perked up at the sound of knocking.

“hey hey! guess who’s back?” sam grinned. “i brought you some dinner. and your favorite drink! and this little clay statue. ain’t he neat?”

you nodded, thanking him as he put the stuff down beside you. the statue caught your eye, so you picked it up and played around with it. it looked oddly familiar.

“i swear i’ve seen this thing sitting on your desk for the past few months..” you mumbled, flipping it around in your hands and analyzing it.

“yeah, it’s been a favorite of mine. there’s actually a funny story behind it if you’re interested in listening,” sam said, leaning against your bed’s headboard. you looked up at him with interest clear in your eyes.

“tell me!”

“heh, alright!” sam laughed, ruffling your hair. “so a couple years ago…”

[atticsandwitch]

MC Gets Surgery!

Comfort with the Obey Me! characters again. MC goes in for urgent surgery due to health complications or an accident, because I love the drama, but I don't think many of these would be that much different if it were a planned or routine surgery. These boys be dramatic af.

Someone requested this a little while ago, but unfortunately I can't find the ask because I responded to it like a dumbass because I felt bad leaving it in my notifications.

GN!MC TW: Mentions of surgery, but nothing graphic, I wanted to leave the circumstances up to the imagination. Let me know if I should tag anything else.

Lucifer

He sits in the waiting area, listening to the hum of machinery and alternating between tapping his finger against his folded arms and tapping a foot on the shining, white tile.

He takes it upon himself to make any necessary arrangements. He gets your time off at RAD approved, arranges accommodations for your healing process, schedules any necessary follow up appointments or physical therapy, and obviously takes you to and from the appointment where he barely restrains himself from pacing in the waiting room as he finalizes the last of the arrangements. With nothing left to occupy him at the hospital, all that's left to do is worry until he's able to take you back home.

When he is finally able to see you in your recovery room he breathes a sigh of relief as he settles into the chair by your bedside. He feels some of the tension leave his shoulders as he watches the slow but steady rise and fall of your breathing.

You fade in and out of consciousness for a little while as the anesthesia wears off and at some point you catch a glimpse of Lucifer, slumped uncomfortably in the chair next to you, clothes wrinkled and hair messily falling into his face. As if only sleeping very lightly, he opens his eyes as soon as he hears you begin to stir in bed.

"Ah, you're awake," He says with a kind but tired smile, "How are you feeling? Ready to return home?"

Diavolo walks in a moment later with coffee for himself and Lucifer, clearly having been there for a while himself. Knowing that Lucifer isn't one to be vulnerable with others, Diavolo tells you that he's never seen his friend so worried, to which Lucifer replies that it's nonsense and there was no question in his mind that you'd pull through.

The day after you're brought home, Lucifer drafts a schedule for who is allowed to stay home from RAD each day to take care of you, which, at their requests, includes Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Purgatory Hall boys.

Mammon

Lucifer and Diavolo forbade the others from going to the hospital with you, as they can't have them causing trouble for the doctors and nurses there. And so, after much arguing and commotion from all, Mammon is reluctantly stuck at the House of Lamentation, pacing the halls like he's trying to wear grooves into the floor.

It's a sombre, heavy atmosphere at the HoL, and Mammon just can't take it. He wants to shout, or argue, or do something to break the silence but seeing the worry and pain on his brothers' faces stops even him.

When you're finally brought home, Mammon does not leave your room. He effectively moves in until you're fully recovered, and at that point it'll probably be difficult to get him to move back into his own room without Lucifer's help.

He wants to help you with anything he physically can, frequently attempting to shoo his brothers out of your room, and he is very reliable, but having a weak stomach means there are a few things he can't really help with.

The first time Satan changes your bandages Mammon nearly faints. Tears well in his eyes for a moment at the sight of your bruised and bloodied skin, but he can't bear to leave your side and reminds himself to be strong for your sake. So, he takes your hand in his and stares hard at the ground until Satan is finished and nearly collapses into the chair next to you afterward, stuttering red-faced excuses.

He'll deny or downplay how worried he was about you at first, but once you two are alone, late at night he'll eventually admit that he was scared of losing you and that you ain't allowed goin' anywhere on him, ya got that?

Leviathan

He sits in the common room with everyone, his hand held gaming system discarded next to him as he chews on the skin around his nails, unable to focus on anything but spiraling worry. He checks his phone constantly, finding each time that it's only been a few minutes passing like hours since the last time he'd checked. But still no updates from Lucifer.

Once you're brought home, he joins everyone in crowding around your bed, telling you how worried they were, but after a while they are all ultimately ushered out of the room by Barbatos who insists that you need your rest.

Unable to contain his restless energy any longer, and realizing that you'll be on bed-rest for a while during your recovery, Levi sets to work sorting through his collections and gathering all of the anime, manga, and video games he think you'd like best. After pulling another all-nighter, Levi brings everything to your room the next morning, and while waiting for you to wake up, falls asleep himself on the floor leaning against the side of your bed, hand held gaming system once again falling next to him

Over the course of your recovery, Levi sets up two of his gaming systems in your room, and you, Mammon, and Levi all regularly play together. Levi checks in often, usually electronically, and once even takes you out on a FaceTime date. You're surprised to get the call from Levi, since video chats usually make him uncomfortable, and are even more surprised when you see that he's video calling you while out in public, sitting at a cute little cafe and looking very nervous to be out of the comfort of his room.

"They have this really cute limited run Ruri-chan themed dessert here, a-and I thought you might be feeling a little cooped up in your room s-so I th-thought this might be a c-cute d-d-date!" His face is bright red the whole time, but soon the awkwardness wears off a little and you both have a nice chat where he promises to bring you back a dessert of your own to try when he gets home.

Satan

He stares down at his book, unable to focus on the words, not registering the sounds of his fingers tapping against the hard cover, lost in thought. Your mortality weighs heavily in his mind as worry crowds out all other thoughts. The wait is agonizing, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't pull himself out of the darkness of his own mind until you're safely back home, at which point he doesn't even realize that his book has fallen to the floor when he gets up to rush toward you as Lucifer and Diavolo take you to your room.

Satan knows enough about humans to know that just because the surgery is over, that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet. Humans are fragile, and complications can still be very serious. So, he makes sure Asmo knows that you can't take baths for a while, especially with bath bombs and the like. He makes sure Levi and Mammon let you get enough rest, and that if Belphie naps with you he knows to keep an eye on your temperature in case you start feeling feverish. He makes sure Beel changes your bed sheets often, especially since the two of you are eating in bed more, and above all, he makes sure to intercept any of Solomon's cooking for you.

Satan takes it upon himself to be your nurse most of the time, particularly because many of the others (read Mammon, Levi, and Asmo) are too squeamish to help change your bandages. Lucifer beat him to changing your bandages the first time, much to his annoyance. No wonder he couldn't find the supplies, Lucifer had already stolen them and was taping up the last of your bandages when Satan walked in with what he did manage to find.

"Ah, Satan. Those items won't be necessary, you can put them back" Lucifer says, and you can't convince Satan that Lucifer wasn't smirking.

A few days into your recovery Satan brings back a cat plushie for you to snuggle, and some flowers to brighten up your room. You now have a growing collection of gifts, cards, and flowers from various well-wishers including people you don't even actually know.

Satan also brings you plenty of books and spends time reading with you. Since you have so much down time, it's the perfect opportunity for you to catch up on the list of books you've been meaning to read, and Satan does love being able to have discussions with you once the two of you have read the same book. He loves hearing how you interpreted things differently and getting to hear your point of view on often makes him see things in a new light or consider things he hadn't thought of before.

Asmodeous

Asmo spends the day sprawled across one of the couches, arm draped over his eyes, sighing and looking effortlessly tragic and beautiful. A passing thought tells him it's a great opportunity for a Devilgram shot. After all, beautiful young men look even more beautiful when they're sad, right? But he just can't bring himself to act on it. He's broadcasting radio silence on all his socials, which has his fans worried. As a result, he and you both receive many gifts and cards from his concerned followers.

Once you're brought home all he wants to do is hug and snuggle you and it's not fair that he's not allowed to! So, he'll settle for any kind of physical touch he can get. He's holding and stroking your hands, kissing your forehead, taking care of your hair, and making sure you keep up on your skincare. And if you think you live with Asmo and don't have a skincare routine, you're wrong.

As you recover, he makes sure to pamper you within an inch of your life. He knows you can't get up and do a lot of things by yourself, but that's no excuse not to look fly af. He applies your lotion, paints your nails, does your hair and potentially your makeup, and you both do face masks before bed every night complete with cooling cucumber slices.

Since you're limited mostly to your sleep clothes, he buys you several sets of new pajamas that are easy to change into and also make you look amazing; and of course, he's the one who insists on helping you change into and out of them.

You make more appearances than usual on his Devilgram while you're recovering, and even when he's not by your side, he's tagging you in his posts so that you can see his face and know that he's thinking about you.

Beelzebub

He feels empty, and though it's not the familiar emptiness of hunger, it gnaws at him just the same. He wrings and rubs his hands and picks at his nails and cuticles, trying to distract himself from the worry darkening all of his thoughts. Perhaps the thing that worries him most, is that he's not exactly sure how worried he should be at this moment. All he knows is that you're in a dangerous situation, and there's nothing that he can do to help protect you. Sure, you're with Lucifer, and normally that would be of some comfort, but he knows even Lucifer is sitting powerless in a waiting room somewhere too.

He didn't realize just how tense he was until you were brought home. Finally he could feel himself relax, shoulders falling as the tension evaporates, and just being able to see your face made him smile again. You must be starving, he realizes- because he sure is!- since it's been almost a full day or more since you've been allowed to eat! New worry creases his forehead. Can anyone really go that long without eating and be alright? Thankfully Barbatos' flawless planning meant that he was already bringing in food for everyone and Beel wouldn't even have to leave your side.

Beel makes sure you have entirely too much food over the next few days to make up for not being able to eat before (and obviously during) your surgery. He's constantly feeding you, and worried when you cant finish all of your food, which you were obviously never going to be able to anyway.

Beel also does all of the physical work when it comes to your recovery. He's picking you up to change your sheets, helping you out of bed to the bathroom or to anywhere else you'd like to go, honestly he's just carrying you around a lot. He also helps you with any physical therapy you need, whether it's getting you there, helping you with the exercises, or even doing them with you for moral support.

Belphegor

Between Mammon's pacing, Levi's nail biting, Satan's finger tapping, and Asmo's sighing, it's enough to drive him mad! Don't get him wrong, he's definitely worried too, but not being able to sleep for this long out of worry is starting to make him irritable. He's leaned up against Beel on the couch for much of the day, clutching his pillow like he might tear holes in it, and though his eyes are closed, it doesn't do much to hide the annoyed expression on his face or the twitching of his eyebrow. Beel rubs his back, sensing his brother's mood, and that comforts him a little, but it's not until he can actually see your face that the irritation really washes away.

Once you're brought home and made comfortable the only thing that keeps Belphie from crawling into bed with you, besides Barbatos and his brothers, is the fact that he falls asleep at your bedside too quickly. He sits down at the edge of your bed, head resting on his folded arms close enough to touch a part of you that isn't hurt, and is immediately out like a light, comforted finally by your presence safely back in the House of Lamentation.

Belphie brings you some of his most comfortable pillows and essentially makes a nest in and around your bed for the two of you. Since he can't snuggle up to you right away, he makes due with what he can, and still makes every effort to sleep in a way where he can still be touching at least some part of you. He also brings his favorite star projector into your room to have an indoor star gazing date with you, and to help make your room feel more peaceful so you can sleep better.

Like Mammon, he also basically moves into your room with you and has a tendency to lock everyone else out, particularly Mammon, so that he can make sure you get enough rest. He coordinates with Satan when he thinks the others (minus Beel) are demanding too much of your attention so they can work together (read: scheme) to get them away from you for some quiet time. This may or may not lead to more rules from Lucifer as to how they should all be caring for you.

He's also surprisingly good at taking care of you, and he actually enjoys it, saying you should let him spoil you more often when you get better too.

Diavolo

Diavolo can't focus on his work, and knowing that no one will turn the Crowned Prince of the Devildom away, he heads to the hospital where your surgery is taking place. He easily finds Lucifer in the waiting room, hands clasped together with his elbows resting on his knees and his head down. Diavolo places a gentle hand on his friend's back as he sits down beside him, and smiles weakly as Lucifer looks up before sighing as he sits all the way back up again. They don't say much, each knowing how worried the other is, but each is comforted by the others' presence nonetheless.

Diavolo clears his schedule as much as he can to be able to visit you during your recovery, each day bringing you a new get-well gift. These range from flowers, to stuffed animals, to cards, to little trinkets to brighten up your room, and other items that you've mentioned your interest in or that just made him think of you while he was out.

Diavolo is a thoughtful, insightful, and competent demon but he's not used to having to take care of people, so he mostly just spends time with you. You two talk and laugh a lot, and it's easy for him to entertain you while you're stuck in bed. He seeks advice from others for how to care for you and what you might need during your recovery and does his best to follow that guidance.

Medical debt? Never met her. Daddy Diavolo pays for everything, though to his amusement Lucifer told him that he caught Mammon trying to sneak away with one of your (already paid) bills. Neither of them were entirely sure how Mammon was planning on 'making it disappear' as he claimed, but Diavolo got a good laugh out of it and told you the story later too. He swore you to secrecy with a wink, as he knew Mammon's intentions were good (that's a demon who knows how tough debt is, for sure) and because he knew it would embarrass Mammon to no end if you were to find out.

Diavolo suspends pretty much all non-essential student council activities until you're recovered, since none of the other members would be able to focus until then. He also plans a party at the Demon Lord's Castle to celebrate your recovery. Nothing too big, or too wild, but a nice celebration among friends once you're well enough to enjoy the festivities.

Barbatos

Barbatos spends much of the evening before, and the entire day of your surgery preparing the House of Lamentation for your return and the amount of work he gets done is astounding even for him.

He completely throws himself into his work in order to keep his mind busy, all the while keeping an eye on your specific timelines. The extra work, and the thought that he's preparing for any possible need or concern helps to ease his own worries. Even if he can't be by your side for the whole healing process, his preparations can be of some help to you.

He sets up wheelchair ramps, installs extra railings, and remodels your nearest bathroom to be more accessible while you're healing. He brings extra chairs, blankets, and pillows into your room, and tucks a fold-away cot into the closet because he knows you'll have several people by your side at any given moment. He deep cleans, sanitizes, and organizes your room, bringing anything you might regularly need closer within reach of your bed. He neatly lays out your clothes for the evening and the next day, making sure they're loose-fitting and easy to change into. Finally he sets to preparing dinner, making sure there are leftovers tucked away in containers in case you're too tired to eat when you get home.

Once you are brought home, he visits you with the others until he eventually has to insist that they leave you to rest. Once alone with Lucifer, Divolo, and you, the Young Master has to nearly force him to finally sit down. Once he does, the fatigue finally sets in. As he takes your hand, his eyes grow heavier and heavier until his head nods to the side and sleep takes him for a few peaceful minutes. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, his senses tell him that even his two closest friends take their leave to allow the two of you some well earned rest.

Barbatos visits you periodically during your recovery. He cleans your room, organizing your shelf of gifts and making sure to take care of any wilting flowers or changing the water in the ones that are still blooming. He also serves you tea and sometimes changes your bandages, though Satan and Lucifer usually have that covered. Barbatos takes good care of you while he's there, but the brothers have been doing a lot as well, which allows him to spend some time just having tea with you and enjoying your company.

Solomon

Similar to Satan, Solomon gets lost in his own head for a while when he finds out that you're getting surgery. He knows all the ways this kind of thing can be dangerous for humans and can't help but be too worried to focus on much of anything else. He ends up having to apologize to Luke and Simeon when his magic goes a little haywire because he's not paying attention while he's cleaning Purgatory Hall and accidentally sends Luke's hat, his cookies, and Simeon's homework- not that he was paying attention to that either- floating off in all different directions.

I firmly believe that Solomon's love language is acts of service, and that he wants nothing more than to show the people he loves that he cares about them by cooking for them. Unfortunately, in your condition, that could kill you. So, as much as he wants to cook for you, he's constantly being steered away from the kitchen by literally everyone. One of the few times he did manage to make you a home cooked meal, Beel took one for the team and ate it before he could get it to you.

Since he's not allowed to cook for you, Solomon uses his magic for you instead. He brings you good luck and protection charms and enchanted ointments. He casts beautiful spells in your room to make you smile, and enchants all of your flowers to make them last longer.

One day while it's his turn to take care of you, he brings a record over and casts a spell to allow you to gently float through the room so the two of you can dance slowly to the music without hurting your healing incision.

"I thought you might be tired of being stuck in bed all day, so how's this?" he asks before casting the spell, "Would you care for a dance?" He takes one of your hands in his, and supports you with the other around your waist as the two of you laugh and spin about the room. It's a clumsy and decidedly silly little dance, but the two of you have a lot of fun, and as your laughter dies away Solomon holds you close a little longer to look into your eyes as the two of you catch your breath.

Simeon

Simeon is definitely worried, but he does a better job of hiding it than Solomon or Luke, and feels some responsibility for keeping it together for their sake. He suggests they all try to keep busy since there's nothing they can do for the time being. He encourages Luke to bake some cookies for you to have once you're able to take visitors, and suggests that maybe Solomon get a head start on cleaning duty to get it out of the way early since it's his turn. Meanwhile he stares at his homework, fully aware that 'keeping busy' isn't helping any of them to keep from worrying.

After setting their dorm back to normal from Solomon's magic mishap, Simeon gets a message from Lucifer, letting them know that you've been brought home safely and asking them not to visit until tomorrow since you need your rest. Unfortunately, Simeon finds that he's unable to rest until he sees your face, and once he's sure his dorm-mates are asleep, he sneaks out to see you. Just a quick visit, he tells himself as he approaches the HoL. But, once on the front steps, the door magically opens on it's own.

"How exactly did you think you were going to get inside?" Solomon asks with a quiet chuckle, leaning against the door frame from the inside. Simeon rubs the back of his head, realizing he's been caught, "Let's just not tell Luke, okay?" he says as they effectively break in.

Simeon is very nurturing, and he's naturally good at taking care of and comforting people. He often brings you home-cooked meals, particularly when he knows it's Solomon's turn to take care of you. He's always making sure you're comfortable and asking what he can do for you or if you need anything, but he's not overbearing. He's calm and easy to talk to.

He sneaks you forehead kisses when no one is looking, and usually holds your hand while you talk or have tea. Occasionally he has to gently herd some of the louder and rowdier brothers out of the room to make sure you're getting enough rest and that they're not stressing you out too much while your body is healing.

Luke

Luke is literally worried sick. The poor kid alternates between pacing, and sitting down hugging a pillow to his upset stomach. After much comforting from both Solomon and Simeon, and some encouragement to keep busy, Luke heads to the kitchen to do some baking. He's so worried that he can't help but be preoccupied and forgets about his baking several times, almost burning the cookies in the process, before Solomon sets them to flight.

During your recovery Simeon and Luke get carried away with their baking, and they both bring you lots of food. Between the angels, Barbatos, and Beel, nobody at the House of Lamentation has to deal with cooking duty for at least a few days, which means they can all focus on taking better care of you.

When Luke is finally able to see you the day after you're brought home, he brings over a stuffed animal that he swears he hasn't used in years since he's not a kid anymore, and tells you that it's good luck and that you should keep it close until you're feeling better. You can see from it's matted fur and missing eye that it's been well-loved over the years.

He wants to spend a lot of time with you while you're healing because of how worried he is, especially since you're recovering in a house full of demons. But, Simeon reminds him that you need plenty of rest and assures him that they're all working together to make sure you're getting better as quickly as possible.