Summary: You broke your ankle whilst playing football (soccer), you were given a set of crutches but they are just frustrating and your brothers can tell.
Warnings: Crying, being frustrated, broken ankle
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You were a crazy kid. Well that's what your brothers called you. Having four older brothers made you kinda prone to simple injuries and wanting to mess around or play fight. As you hit high school you started to get into sports, resulting in you joining the football (soccer) team.
Nick, Matt and Chris would often try to fly back to Boston to see you play if they could. However one game they couldn't. You weren't mad since it wasn't a big game, but it just so happened you got hurt and broke your ankle.
When they heard, they luckily had already planned to come home for a bit and when they did, it made you feel better.
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The trio were sat in the kitchen, discussing some video ideas, when you came in from school. They saw your bag on your back as you stumbled into the house. They instantly took in your tired and frustrated face.
"Hey kiddo, you okay?" Chris called.
"No!" You shouted, tears streaming down your face.
You threw the crutches down, along with your bag, as you sat at the island, crying into your arms. Chris rubbed your back as you cried.
"Wanna talk about it, bub?" Nick asked softly.
"Only if your ready." Matt added.
"These stupid crutches!" You cried, lifting your head and wiping your tears.
"What's wrong with them?" Chris asked.
"I hate them! I can't walk properly with them! I hate not joining in with PE or practise!" You shouted.
"Shh kid. It's okay. We understand they must be frustrating to hop around with them. But remember they are there to help you." Nick said.
"You know how hard it is to go to the bathroom with them?" You called.
"No because we haven't had them. But we imagine it must be difficult." Matt replied.
"Everyone looks at you differently cause of them. I'm just the entertainment now." You said with a sigh.
"That's not right, people should be helping you." Chris responded.
"I just don't want them anymore." You mumbled.
"We understand sweetheart, we really do. But in order for you to heal and get back to football, you gotta use them." Matt said.
You sighed and laid your head on Chris' shoulder, as he wrapped a comforting arm around you.
"How about, whilst we're home, we give you piggy back rides?" He suggested.
"For real?" You asked, a wide smile on your face.
"Yeah." He replied with a nod.
He then stood up and turned around so you could climb on his back. You smiled as he carried you to where you wanted to go. You were happy your brothers were home for a bit to help you.
Summary: “Wei Ying. May I ask…what are you doing?”
Wei Ying doesn’t glance up from the assembly manual he is reading. “I have to at least scan the instructions before I build your end tables, Lan Zhan!”
“But…why are you building my end tables?”
Now, Wei Ying does look up from where he is crouched on the floor.
“Because you paid for assembly, of course!” he responds.
Lan Zhan shakes his head. “I don’t believe I did.”
Or: Lan Zhan accidentally adds assembly service to his furniture order and meets Wei Ying in the process.
Kay's comments: Short and sweet, just Lan Zhan being a panicked gay who keeps ordering new furniture he doesn't actually need just to see Wei Ying, who's the assembly guy. Mutual pining ensues.
Excerpt: Forty-five minutes later, Wei Ying announces that he has finished the job.
For forty-five minutes, Lan Zhan has been sitting on his couch and failing to read the novel in his hands. He has been offering to assist Wei Ying. He has been offering to bring him water.
He has not been watching Wei Ying work.
Wei Ying’s hands are strong. His movements are quick and confident. He flips a heavy screwdriver in his hands and catches it like it’s nothing. He holds screws between his teeth and still manages to smile at Lan Zhan when he meets his gaze.
Lan Zhan isn’t sure how he knows all of this since he has not been watching Wei Ying work.
pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, strangers to lovers, first meetings, fluff, short & sweet, no angst, mutual pining, injury, happy ending
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Dislocated joints are actually very fun whump concepts. Think about it:
First you have the initial injury. Be it a dislocated shoulder, hip, knee, all potential locations are dehibilitating, losing the use of that arm or being unable to walk, etc.
Also that every time the whumpee tries to move the dislocated limb they risk making it worse and intensify the pain.
Then... then you have treatment. Forcing a dislocated joint back into place is NOT FUN. Not for the whumpee, not for the caretaker. And if someone inexperienced tries and messes it up... oh boy oh boy we making it worse!
And of course you have all the issues that might come about after the joint is fixed, such as strained muscles, sprained ligaments and tendons, nerve damage, vascular (blood vessel) issues, stiff joints/osteoarthritis... the list goes on.
Anyway thinking about this bc someone I know irl dislocated both their knees on separate occasions, (and it took like four medical professionals to put it back in place). Also I remembered a scene in Mom's Night Out (2014) where Sam dislocates his shoulder and instead of letting a medical professional set it he slammed. His shoulder. Into a wall. And shoved it back in place. In the storming emergency room. In front of the receptionist. I cringe every time.
I know there’s a goat, I’m so ecstatic, but I have been hit by a metro of a flu and barely have the energy to live much less enjoy it. So here’s an old piece about Shamura and Kallamar
A/N: This post is for the Injured prompt. I originally drew a Tech and Hunter interaction but I'm just not happy with it so I drew this instead. And I am so so so much happier with this piece. This is the piece in traditional forms and below that is the digital form
Digital Version
Idk what is up with Tech's goggles but we move on
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I was hit by a truck going 50km/h in front of an elementary school. The Wii bowling announcer voice announced it was a strike and the witnesses cheered and applauded the truck driver.
A black trans woman was on her way to a gender affirming care appointment when her at the time boyfriend pushed her onto the subway tracks. She has had the lower parts of both her legs amputated.
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