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ihavea-natural-curiosity · 7 months ago

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Viktors Disabilities, a Speculative Analysis

Ever since i first watched Arcane i have wanted to know (and i mean this in the nicest way possible,) what was wrong with Viktor. His disability was never explained beyond “he was born with a malformed leg”.

And so, i was left alone in the house with my thoughts today so i took it upon myself to figure it out, (and talk about his medical issues so i can ignore my own lmao) and i am releasing my thoughts upon yall!

(disclaimer: yes i am aware that this arcane is a fantasy world that is not our world and the disorders/illnesses and treatments will not be the same but the issues he has have to be based off of something (especially with how detailed this show is and how many references are made throughout.) this is not me trying to say that he definitively has any of these conditions, i’m just comparing them to conditions that exist today and suggesting what Viktors disabilities may have been based off of.)

(disclaimer pt 2.: i have not played League of Legends, i do not intend to play League of Legends, i have only watched Arcane and i am only talking about Arcane and Arcane lore and what i have been able to figure out from watching Arcane and spinning it around in my brain like it’s in a microwave.)

Now, i think i’ll just start from the beginning, and go in order of development.

1. Viktors Leg

According to the wiki (and about every other site that talks about Viktor) he is said to have been “born with a malformed leg”, and said pretty much nothing else. Now, when Viktor is an adult, his leg appears to be very not-malformed, so, let’s start at the flashback.

Now, even in the flashback Viktors leg looks normal. It’s pointing forward, and looks totally fine. But as the clip goes on, and he gets up and starts moving, the problem becomes apparent. Here’s a clip:

Yall have probably already noticed what i’m talking about with this clip, but i want to illustrate it more because the clip moves so fast:

As Vikto moves faster, his foot shifts inwards! It shifts inwards pretty severely (i mean, he full on trips on it), and the only time in this entire clip where it is doing so. And that is because the other times he is around someone else. I think he is purposefully pointing his foot forward and in turn walking on the wrong part of his foot (balance issues), and more than likely causing himself pain 1. to appear less ‘crippled’ and more “normal” to other people, and 2. because clearly, his foot is pointing inwards to a degree that is impairing his ability to walk.

Now to me, (and i’m not a doctor so if any actual doctors want to call me on incorrect information please do so!) this looks like Femoral Anteversion, or a twisting of the femur that points the knees inward (it’s typically found in both legs but it can happen with just one)

Now this isn’t necessarily a terrible thing, ~10% of children are affected with Femoral Anteversion (or “pigeon toes”), and most of the time it resolves itself, unless it is super severe, at which point it requires surgery to fix it. Which, of course, Viktor did not have access to.

Now, his leg does appear to be normal as an adult, but the femoral anteversion thought is still plausible. There are 3 reasons i can think of for this one.

1. He got to Piltover and after a little bit Heimerdinger noticed how messed up his leg was and Viktor got the surgery to correct it as much as possible (it’s implied that Viktor was in Piltover for years, based on how he acts and the fact that he’s Heimerdingers assistant) (this thought doesn’t seem very plausible to me, i don’t remember seeing any surgery scars on his leg in the hexcore scene, but it is a possibility.)

2. He’s simply just still correcting his leg. The reason we wouldn’t see him mess up like we did in the flashback is that he’s about 24-25 in act one, and i’d say that 14-15 years is probably enough to get used to doing that sort of thing.

3. (Honestly this one seems to be the most plausible to me) His leg has (partially) corrected itself. Most children whose femoral anteversion fixed itself had normal gaits by age 8-10, but that’s an average age and those typically aren’t perfectly accurate to everyone (i have. very personal experience with that.) and it makes the most sense to me that his leg has mostly/partially corrected itself and he’s just also continuing to self-correct to avoid appearing any more disabled than he already does (he shows quite a bit of internalized ableism throughout the season, and his line about people not listening to him because he’s “just a poor cripple from the undercity” really drives it home for me, honestly.)

2. Viktors Deterioration

When we first truly see Viktor in act 1, he seems lively, and unless he’s actively walking, he’s not using his cane, not really (he hangs his cane on his arm to read a book with both hands (really great rep btw, we do in fact do that!), he leans it against a desk to pace in front of a chalkboard with Jayce, he puts it down somewhere to go help Jayce with the experiment, etc.).

I mean, look at his stance, he’s not really leaning on his cane for support, more likely he’s using it for balance, and as an assist to his bad leg, rather than an attempted replacement like we saw in the flashback.

But in act 2? Hoooo boy

Look at that, beyond just looking 10x sicker, look at his posture, his shoulders specifically. He is actively leaning on his crutch (because he needs a crutch now, the cane wasn’t enough), using it like a replacement. Now, over the course of the ~7 year time skip, Viktors condition has deteriorated enough that he 1. needs the braces 2. needs a crutch 3. can no longer even get up without his crutch, let alone take a single step!

i mean, even when he’s sitting down, he’s holding onto it, leaning on it. The way he uses his crutch, how skinny he’s gotten, how much more tired he seems, all of these things say some sort of newfound muscle weakness, but why?

And the braces. Let’s start with the leg brace, since it’s right there. How it’s built around the actual leg and knee looks a whole lot like a much cooler unloader knee brace, or a knee brace that redistributes weight away from the weakened knee. I have to wear one of those when my knee gets really bad in the winter, when it starts buckling randomly and just.. not working. Which makes sense for the muscle atrophy/weakness theory i have, because that leg was already weak to begin with, and his knee would have been all kinds of fucked up if he did spend basically his whole life misaligning it like i’m thinking he did. (and to support that theory even further, the way that the brace goes over his foot as well reminds me of the braces some children wear to attempt to correct their ‘pigeon toes’ (which have been proven not to work, btw)

Now, the back brace. I’m gonna be honest, this part took me the longest, it truly confused me.

When you look at it, it just looks like a thoracic back brace, with some extra support on the hips (once again, pointing to muscle weakness)

But the thing that really confused me?

The screws in his back.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out what procedure this was referencing (Percutaneous Pedicle Screw Fixation (i’m like really sure that the screws aren’t showing in the real life surgery but the fact that they are makes sense with Arcanes style)), and an even more embarrassing amount of time to realize that the golden screws in his brace weren’t connected to him. (i am. very tired.)

But essentially, a Percutaneous Pedicle Screw Fixation is a less invasive spinal fusion procedure. Now a spinal fusion can be done for many, many reasons, but only one really fit.

Support, because of muscle weakness.

Every single thing that got added on to Viktor could be explained by muscle weakness, but there’s never any explained reason why he was so weak all of a sudden. His terminal illness is cited as a reason but that didn’t really make sense to me, all of these procedures, all of these mobility aids made perfectly to his measurements would’ve had to have been caused by something with a much slower onset than the illness would have given him.

And after literal hours of scouring, i have a theory.

Post-Polio Syndrome.

The timeline makes sense, Viktor would have most likely gotten sick before the flashback, when he was a child (a lot of children who get Polio fight it off without even knowing they have it). Viktor is estimated to be about 32 in act 2, and the average time between the initial Polio infection and Post-Polio Syndrome onset is about 20-40 years (inconsistent numbers).

Now some of the symptoms we have no way of knowing if they affect Viktor or not, but the main ones that caught my eye were muscle atrophy, chronic fatigue, and, you guessed it, muscle weakness.

Given where Viktor lived as a child, and how heavily polluted it was (remember that Viktor was in the undercity over 10 years before we saw it in act 1 with Vi and Powders childhood), it’s not too far of a stretch to say that he could have contracted an illness very similar to Polio as a child, and only really be feeling the affects of it now.

3. The Illness

I have 2 main theories for Viktors illness, the first one seems to be the most popular among the fandom: Tuberculosis.

If you’re unaware, Tuberculosis (TB) is a sickness that mainly affects the lungs, with the main symptom being coughing up blood. Now this is a really good theory imo, it fits pretty well, with some of the other symptoms being muscle atrophy, fatigue, malaise (general feeling of discomfort/unease with no discernible reason), loss of appetite, and severe unintentional weight loss. all of this sounds like our guy, no?

TB can take weeks to be symptomatic, so we probably just caught Viktor at the worst time ever lol with this theory.

My other theory is actually one my friend suggested to me, and that theory is COPD.

Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) is a progressive disease that is basically a terrible combination of chronic bronchitis and asthma that can be caused by exposure to pollution (Viktor grew up in the Undercity before Cassandra’s vent system, i mean the river he was playing on had an oil slick on it, i think it’s safe to say he was exposed to some pretty severe pollution as a child.)

This theory makes a lot of sense to me, because it’s said in the show that his illness was probably caused by the air where he grew up, which this would have been, while TB would not. (not 15-20 years later, at least) COPD, once it reaches stage 4 is very severe, any flare up of symptoms could be life threatening at that stage, and the symptoms? Fatigue, shortness of breath, coughing, weight loss, and less frequently, coughing blood.

Anyway, i guess that concludes my analysis/comparison? I’m gonna repeat that i’m not definitively saying that ‘he has this condition and this is why!’, i’m just analyzing and speculating on what different parts of his disability is based on in real life. So, let’s just all be nice, yeah? (also PLEASE feel free to use this as a reference point for modern aus and stuff!!)

i do genuinely think that Viktors disease progression and his deterioration is one of the best examples of chronic illness that i have seen in media, in my experience (both with my own issues and what i’ve seen in other people) and Viktor himself is one of the BEST representations of what it’s like to be young and disabled and the internalized ableism that comes with it (if anyone wants to hear about that i will happily yap your ear off about it!

Anyway, for real this time. Yap session over.

[edit: if you like this you should look in the reblogs there’s a couple of really good in-depth deep dives from others that build on this!!]

#also i am 100% behind the hc that Jayce designed and built Viktors aids #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane analysis #arcane #arcane theory #media analysis #disabled representation #viktors disability isn’t talked about enough :(#viktor arcane i adore you #AUGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM SOBBING

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magicalrocketships · 3 months ago

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More Max mpreg! Continues from part 1 here. Masterpost here.

(contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad and also past abuse.)

rivers of light part 2

Max's baby hates flying.

Bastiaan cries through the plane taxiing, the safety briefing, then take off. He cries all the way from leaving the gate to the seatbelt sign flicking off, at which point Daniel unbuckles his belt and moves one seat over until he's next to Max.

"I know, baby," Daniel says. "Flying sucks." He makes an exaggerated sad face, but Bastiaan's too busy having the worst day of his little life so far to melt under Daniel's gaze.

It's normally just Max who does that — melt — but Max is too tired and too stressed out and too fucking overwhelmed to cope with the re-emergence of the one person who's previously always made him want more than he can ever have. The only thing he's thinking about now is his little sad baby.

Max undoes his seat belt, and tries to shift so that Bastiaan's more comfortable. "He wants to be at home," he says. "It's the only place he knows."

"Yeah," Daniel says. "Don't we all." He reaches over and strokes the crook of his finger over Bastiaan's little red tearstained cheek. "What can we do to make your day better, little guy?"

If Max hadn't been so busy trying to cope with Daniel beside him before the plane left the gate, he might have remembered the advice he'd read on the internet, about feeding a baby through take off to keep them quiet. He might have managed to do it in front of Daniel without feeling weird and embarrassed, but he hadn't thought of it until it was too late. Anyway, Bastiaan is proving to be a strong-willed little thing, fussy about mealtimes. He doesn't want to feed unless he's very hungry. Maybe he's like Max, who doesn't snack and only eats if it's a mealtime. That's not genetics, though. When Max was very little, his mum used to let him have snacks. It was only his dad who wouldn't let him eat between meals, even if his tummy wouldn't stop rumbling. Bastiaan won't ever feel hunger like that. Max has made him a promise. And he'd fed him in the car before coming into the airport, so Bastiaan had had his fill.

Max kisses Bastiaan's hair. He's a little blond baby, small. He'd been just under 3kg when he was born, curled up and fierce even as Max had held him for the first time, announcing his arrival with the tiniest cries Max had ever heard. His baby, his own baby, his son.

"Shush, little baby," Max says. "I know it's not home. I'm sorry." He wants to cry too. Wants to give in and tell the world he's scared, he's alone, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing or how to look after this tiny baby who relies on Max for everything. "You're very lovely, my baby. My very gorgeous baby. That's right." Bastiaan's settling. Curled up against Max's chest. It's his favourite place to be. Max's favourite place for him to be too. He wants to be at home like Bastiaan does. He understands why Bastiaan's crying.

"You got someone meeting you at the other end?" Daniel asks. "Maybe this little one's other dad?"

Max doesn't blush. Bastiaan was an accident. A long weekend in Ibiza seeing Martijn DJ, a break after the endless physio sessions and relentless pressure from his dad after Max's second leg surgery. He'd only just been off his crutches. There had been three different guys, although Max supposes he can rule out the one he'd sucked off in a club toilet. He couldn't even go down on his knees because his leg was still fucked up; he'd had to sit on the toilet seat and suck him off like that. It doesn't much matter. He can't remember any of their names, let alone their faces. One of them gave him Bastiaan, and it's a gift Max will be forever thankful for, even if he can't gift his baby with his other daddy. He'll be enough for two dads. He'll be enough for three, if Max thinks about his own dad.

Max doesn't much remember his dad pushing him down the stairs. It's like it happened to someone else, some other boy who'd found out he was pregnant and was trying to deal with the fall out. It hadn't, though. It had happened to him. Max had waited three more days to leave. The bleeding stopped on the second. Max had heard his dad on the phone to the abortion clinic on the third.

He'd gone that night, and he hadn't looked back. He's been alone ever since.

"No," Max says. "It's just me and Bastiaan. Nobody's meeting us."

"I've got a car," Daniel says. "I can take you wherever you need to go. Drop you off. Whatever."

Max looks at him. He wants to cry, but he doesn't. He's forgotten how to, somewhere along the line. "I'm seeing Cyril," he says finally. "I'm going to ask if I can race for him."

The look Daniel gives him could be pity, but Max won't let it be. Daniel's racing for Cyril already. Max could too. His body's always, always done what he wanted it to. It won't be different now just because Max has had a baby. He can race. He'll race whenever, however, whatever. It's all he knows. Just because he can't go back—

Everything changes. Everything moves on. It's okay.

He kisses Bastiaan's hair again. Breathes him in. His little, milky-soft baby. So small, so wanted, so alone.

"I can do it," Max says. "I just need a chance."

"I know," Daniel says softly. "You always were incredible." He touches Bastiaan's hand with his finger. "I'll give you a lift. I'm seeing him myself. I'll take you right to his door."

Max lets out a ragged, desperate breath. Hold on, he thinks. Hold on. It's all going to change.

Bastiaan, tiny and tired in Max's arms, closes his eyes.

part three at the masterpost here.

#fic fic tumblr fic #my fic #rivers of light #maxiel #the mpreg train is leaving the station #(again)#fic i wish i was writing

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archrries · 6 months ago

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Asking my mom about her disability so I can give you all pretty accurate information on Viktor o7

She has post-polio, and has a leg brace like he does. So for all your "could Viktor do this?" questions, I go to my mother ♡ He most likely has a combination of things, but definitely seems to have post-polio. So yes, other things could stop him from these activities but overall, this is a swing at how it works for this aspect of his life.

What I know as of now about Viktor, most likely,

- could skateboard

- could drive a motorcycle

- drive a car (has to use good leg to press on pedals)

- does NOT sleep with the leg brace on

- dead silent when he takes the brace off

- my mom played sports that involved throwing more than running (softball (pitcher), volleyball, she did try out for football at some point but the coach didnt want a girl trying out)

- sigh...yes...he can do the deed without breaking a fucking hip. He isnt made of glass. Im not going into detail on this one thanks

- roller skating

- shoot a gun (idk why this is debated)(also though i will say that for some guns, the kick is too strong. The entire body is effected by polio, its just most severe in some parts like his leg)

- ice skating!!! I know this is a hot debate, she has gone ice skating

Ill ask my mom about more if you have any specific questions 👍

More info edit:

My Mom's leg has unfortunately gotten worse, which is nothing new considering it's been worsening her entire life, but this means her heel bone is now digging through the skin and muscle of her foot. She will be getting surgery to shave the bone down and hopefully that will help her to walk better on it again once it's healed. Take that as you will in reference to Viktor and his worsening condition. She has told me several times that she is in a lot of pain, which she typically does not vocalize.

- can carry kids around for short periods of time (she babysits my nieces and nephews constantly)

- can HAVE kids for that matter (for all your trans and mpreg needs 😭) though this certainly was a toll on her body even back when she was younger

- maybe this is just specific to her but every single time something gets mentioned that could even POSSIBLY be polio, she gets worried. I mentioned my little cousin being sick and suddenly not able to walk on her own (she is doing okay right now, no pain) and she instantly asked if she had drunk any dirty water (where polio is most commonly found) She freaked when my sister was born with a little wonky leg even though it's 1) not passed down from mother to child and 2) fixed itswlf within a month. All my siblings were immediately vaccinated for polio as well as other major things, though she gets very nervous about new vaccines because she got it from the polio vaccine which contained the live virus at the time (no longer used) She did not want me vaccinated for covid or HPV because of this worry.

- When she gets sick, she gets sick BAD. Last time she was sick, she was in a fever state for three days and doesn't remember a single thing.

- Fear of death, judgement, or being arrested has never really affected her. She has a DNR (which I'm not a fan of, but I understand if shit goes wrong, she doesn't want to be resuscitated just to experience way more pain), she's always lived on the crazy side but stopped once she had kids (I mean used to ride her motorcycle like she was trying to speed run death), always tells me I need to stop caring what people think cause she stopped giving a shit early on with all the bullying, she has in fact pulled a gun on a man for hurting me and the ONLY reason I think she didn't pull that trigger is because there was someone else in the way, she actively encourages cops, security, etc to try and stop her when it comes to the safety of her family (she most recently started shit with staff because my nephew broke his arm at school and no one will tell her what happened)

- She handles her farm pretty much alone. Chickens, ducks, goats, sheep, rabbits, turkeys. And I'm so sorry to say they are both long term and short stay animals....We only name pets. Anything without a name is sent to freezer camp 😭

- Which leads me to tell you she is a butcher, and has always hung up meat and quartered it herself. She also hunts, so she does it with venison too. Plus we try and use as much of the animal as possible as to respect it. So that's butchering, tanning hides, cleaning off bones, making twine.

- She loves to lie about what happened to her leg. Her favorite for kids is that she's a cyborg or a transformer. Most adults just assume military and she doesn't tell them otherwise. She used to tell ppl for a while that she jumped out of one of the towers on 9/11.......💀 crazy since she was born and raised in New York

#viktor arcane #jayce x viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor fanart #viktor lol #lgbtq #lgbt #fanart #jayvik #post polio #polio #polio vaccine #arcane #jinx #jayce talis #arcane jayce #vi arcane #heimerdinger

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reasonsforhope · 1 year ago

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"In a first-ever human clinical trial, an mRNA cancer vaccine developed at the University of Florida successfully reprogrammed patients’ immune systems to fiercely attack glioblastoma, the most aggressive and lethal brain tumor.

The results in four adult patients mirrored those in 10 pet dog patients suffering from brain tumors whose owners approved of their participation.

The discovery represents a potential new way to recruit the immune system to fight treatment-resistant cancers using an iteration of mRNA technology and lipid nanoparticles, similar to COVID-19 vaccines, but with two key differences: use of a patient’s own tumor cells to create a personalized vaccine, and a newly engineered complex delivery mechanism within the vaccine.

“Instead of us injecting single particles, we’re injecting clusters of particles that are wrapping around each other like onions,” said senior author Elias Sayour, M.D., Ph.D., a UF Health pediatric oncologist who pioneered the new vaccine, which like other immunotherapies attempts to “educate” the immune system that a tumor is foreign.

“These clusters alert the immune system in a much more profound way than single particles would.”

Among the most impressive findings was how quickly the new method spurred a vigorous immune-system response to reject the tumor, said Sayour, principal investigator at the University’s RNA Engineering Laboratory and McKnight Brain Institute investigator who led the multi-institution research team.

“In less than 48 hours, we could see these tumors shifting from what we refer to as ‘cold’—very few immune cells, very silenced immune response—to ‘hot,’ very active immune response,” he said.

“That was very surprising given how quick this happened, and what that told us is we were able to activate the early part of the immune system very rapidly against these cancers, and that’s critical to unlock the later effects of the immune response,” he explained in a video (below).

Glioblastoma is among the most devastating diagnoses, with median survival around 15 months. Current standard of care involves surgery, radiation and some combination of chemotherapy.

The new report, published May 1 in the journal Cell, is the culmination of seven years of promising studies, starting in preclinical mouse models.

In the cohort of four patients, genetic material called RNA was extracted from each patient’s own surgically removed tumor, and then messenger RNA (mRNA)—the blueprint of what is inside every cell, including tumor cells—was amplified and wrapped in the newly designed high-tech packaging of biocompatible lipid nanoparticles, to make tumor cells “look” like a dangerous virus when reinjected into the bloodstream to prompt an immune-system response.

The vaccine was personalized to each patient with a goal of getting the most out of their unique immune system...

While too early in the trial to assess the clinical effects of the vaccine, the patients either lived disease-free longer than expected or survived longer than expected. The 10 pet dogs lived a median of 4.5 months, compared with a median survival of 30-60 days typical for dogs with the condition.

The next step, with support from the Food and Drug Administration and the CureSearch for Children’s Cancer foundation, will be an expanded Phase I clinical trial to include up to 24 adult and pediatric patients to validate the findings. Once an optimal and safe dose is confirmed, an estimated 25 children would participate in Phase 2."

-via Good News Network, May 11, 2024

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-video via University of Florida Health, May 1, 2024

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vigilskeep · 9 months ago

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hello! you know a lot of dragon age lore so i thought id ask you— i saw a post earlier that was discouraging to me aa trans person where the op said that veilguard having top surgery scars in the cc goes against established worldbuilding. does it make sense for top surgery to be possible in thedas? thanks

my rule of thumb is that in a world where healing spells exist, there’s absolutely no logical, believable reason for it not to be possible. you don’t have to go back and provide sources about historical surgeries—which is something i personally know nothing about—for this to be true

like, i just can’t take this line of thought seriously. ohhh we can have floating cities and magical neon lights and spirit healers who can mend injuries just by passively standing next to you, but we draw the line as soon as it’s something that would make our trans players happy! it’s so transparent. do not listen to these people or let them discourage you

if you want to get into the worldbuilding potential of it—which is just fun to do—we can probably guess that for the top surgery scars to be as neat as they seem to look in the veilguard character creator, similar to modern ones, magical healing was involved. now i do believe that the chantry might get suspicious of body-altering magic, that magical power is hoarded by the circles in the south and the wealthy in the north, and also that “out” trans people are a minority in thedas. so i’m not saying that this is something easy for your average guy to get hold of. that’s where you can feed it into backstory. are they powerful and connected enough that they could find specialists willing to go beyond the ordinary? or do they have underground connections to hidden apostate healers, whose only priority is what helps (or perhaps just how much you’re willing to pay)? do they belong to a culture that might not be restricted by the chantry’s norms about gender or magic, like the dalish or the rivaini? or do they belong to a mage-focused community or order, who among themselves do whatever they like? endless options

some might be referring to a line in dai from krem, a trans man, where you can ask him about potentially changing his body with magic and he essentially says he wouldn’t let magic that could do that anywhere near his body, though when he was younger he might have dreamed about the possibilities. firstly, krem is absolutely not the gold standard for trans representation and nobody should care about being flexible from what bioware put out a decade ago. secondly, krem is a random mercenary who knows one (1) mage, who spends the entire time insisting she’s not a mage. i very much doubt he’s the no. 1 source for what might be magically possible in this or any regard

also ultimately, and i cannot express this enough, you can do whatever you want forever. it could be absolutely fundamentally impossible in-world somehow and it would still not be that serious to be “unrealistic” in the dragon video games. don’t let anyone discourage you from making the character you want to make. it being an option makes it canonically part of thedas, end of. they put it in the game and nobody bitching about it can take it out

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makuzume · 1 year ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Requests always open :: Default is gn!reader :: req rules

🏅Popular; ⭐️Author's Favs; 🚺Fem; 🚹Masc; 🌈Queer; 🔞 m!nors do not interact

SMAUs📱💬 (more in series list at the bottom👇)

🔅 Texting Them You're Pregnant 🚺

[Gojo, Nanami]🏅

[Geto, Ino]

[Sukuna, Toji] ⭐️

🔅 Texting Them During the Shibuya Incident

[Toji]

[Nobara, Shoko, Yuta]

🔅 Reacting to Your Handsome Photo 🚹

[Ino, Nanami, Gojo, Megumi]

[Choso, Toji, Shoko, Sukuna, Toge]

🔅 Giving Them A Cute Bento Box

[Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Maki]

[Gojo, Ino, Geto]

🔅 They Forget About Your Birthday

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

🔅 You "Forget" Their Birthday (As Revenge)🏅

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1 Toji/Nanami] [Part 2.2 Gojo/Geto]

🔅 You Betrayed and Used Them

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1] [Part 2.2]

🔅 [Failed Surprise For Your Birthday]

🔅 [Having a Girl Gym Trainor Prank] 🚺

🔅 [They Can't Open a Bottle/Jar]

🔅 [Texting Them "Have you seen my phone?"]

🔅 [Telling Them You're Bisexual] 🌈

🔅 [Confessing You're Getting a Top Surgery!] 🌈

🔅 [Asking You If They Can "Stack on it"] 🚹🔞

🔅 [They Try to Flirt! (They Don't Know How)] 🚹

🔅 They Ghost You (LDR Scenario)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

[Part 3.1] [Part 3.2] 🆕

🔅 [Texting You When They're Needy] 🔞🆕

Solo Character SMAUs

🔅 [Failed 35th Bday Surprise for Gojo!] 🆕

🔅 [Comforting Geto After the Riko Incident]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Comforts Reader Having A Bad Day]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Pretends to Know About Periods] 🚺

🔅 [Sukuna's POV: Asking Uraume About Periods] 🚺⭐️

Non-SMAU✍️📖 (long fic, headcannons, etc.)

🔅 [Toge Accidentally Uses his Cursed Speech on You] ⭐️

🔅 [The Last Time You Talk to Yuta]

🔅 [Reaction to Fixing Their Necktie]

🔅 [Sukuna Kills Yuji's Lover]

Jujutsu Kaisen Series List

smau:📱|| long fic:📖|| drabbles/headcannons:🗣️|| angst: 🥀|| fluff:🧸|| smut:🔞|| crack:🎭|| mature themes:⚠️|| mild of whatever category: 🤏

🇵🇭Filipino AU Series🇵🇭

In an alternate universe where the JJK characters live as... FILIPINOS??! (Crack!; No specific order; Various AUs) More PH references under "Artworks" section below👇

JJK Characters as Your Filo Delivery Rider 📱🎭⭐️

🔅Toge Accidentally Uses His Cursed Speech on You🔅

What becomes of Toge after the recent traumatic events from Shibuya? Will he be the same? How does it affect him? Worried, you were persistent to see him so you can comfort him, but hese complicated feelings caused him to unintentionally do the unthinkable.

i/ii. Part 1 and Part 2 📱📖🥀

iii. Part 3 📖🥀

iv. Part 4 📖📱🤏🥀/🧸

v. Part 5

🔅Artworks🔅

[Lumpiang Toge] 🇵🇭

[Sukuna Pin (SUKU-NA Ako Meme)] 🇵🇭

[When You're Just a Chill Gojo]

In the works: endless WIPs♾️

Although I absolutely love writing, I take some time to gather energy to make it since it's split between my hobbies and my art degree, so I hope you can be patient :)) (idm the inboxes asking for updates and sometimes you guys ask it in such a silly way XD)

👇Tags to find per character👇

#Choso.#Geto.#Gojo.#Ino.#Megumi.#Maki.#Nanami.#Nobara.#Shoko.#Sukuna.#Toge.#Toji.#Uraume.#Yuji.#Yuta.#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #masterlist

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lachesismoonmist · 22 days ago

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JK Drabbles - One Shots #5 - Selfish

Summary: What happens when the "Ice Princess" neuro-surgeon meets the most eligible bachelor dashing cardiac surgeon? Could it be a match made in heaven? But fate tests their patience. Can their mutual attraction turn into something deeper? Or will selfishness tear everything apart?

Also posted on AO3 MY MASTERLIST

Masterlist for JK Drabbles - One Shots

#1 - Welcome Home #2 - Be My Slave #3 - Wait (Song Inspired) #4 - Days Without Incident #5 - Selfish (Song Inspired)

Pictures were taken from various Pintrest/Insta accounts via Google , some are AI generated

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Chapter 5: Selfish - JK as boyfriend

Inspired by: "Selfish" by Justin Timberlake

"So if I get jealous, I can't help it I want every bit of you, I guess I'm selfish" – Justin Timberlake

Lyrics within the story are in Italics

A/N: I have to say upfront I don't know anything about surgery or surgeons, so bear with me. Also, see if you can find a reference to one of BTS's songs (Dimple). Heh heh.

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Jungkook was not a jealous man. He was not an insecure man. But he couldn’t help the feeling of acid burning in his stomach at the way Namjoon held you so closely, arm around your waist. The way you leaned into Namjoon’s touch.

But all he could do was watch from the sidelines. Watch how proud the senior Dr Kim was as his son, Dr Kim Namjoon and his fiancé, Dr Lee Y/N, both renown neuro-surgeons, cut the ribbon to officially open the hospital’s new neurosurgery and research wing.

You’d warned him. You needed to make an appearance. Dr Lee Y/N, the doting fiancé of Dr Kim Namjoon. The very same Dr Kim Namjoon whose family had basically provided all the funding to build the new wing. Jungkook had assured you he’d be fine. He knew you had to put on a show. But he couldn’t stop his hands from curling into fists when Namjoon leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. When he couldn’t seem to swallow past the lump in his throat as you smiled dazzlingly up at Namjoon, your eyes soft with affection.

The acid burned slow and low throughout the twenty-minute opening ceremony. Each time he heard a press photographer gush about how cute you looked with Namjoon, Jungkook clenched his jaw hard enough his felt his molars grinding against each other.

“Don’t Dr Kim and Dr Lee look so cute together? This is a side of her she rarely shows!”

“Oh yes, to think she used to be called the ‘Ice Princess’!”

“We always knew they’d end up together! Their families are both from old money, and a long line of doctors.”

You were the best in your field. People called you the “Ice Princess” precisely because you were that. Ice Cold. Unerringly precise. Some said that was why you were so good at what you did. You never cracked under pressure. You did surgeries that would bring the most experienced surgeons to their knees. You never let emotions get in the way. You even looked the part. Hair pulled back in a neat bun. No make-up. You rarely smiled. You were never rude. Just never warm.

Patients overlooked your shortcomings in the bedside manner department because of your brilliance. You never sugar-coated anything or minced your words. Truth be told, many patients and their families appreciated your candor. They were paying top dollar for the best neurosurgeon in the region. Not for someone to mollycoddle them.

Your family was powerful. Your family had influence. You learnt from a young age that people would try to get close for their own nefarious reasons. You learnt to keep people at a distance. You had a very small, very close circle of trusted friends. That, coupled with your ‘Ice Princess’ image made you seem extremely aloof.

Hence the media’s fascination with how happy you looked on Namjoon’s arm at public events. They’d never seen you look happy. They gushed over how radiant you looked when you smiled. They swooned when they discovered you had dimples, just like Namjoon’s. One media outlet even called your dimples “illegal”.

Little did they know the real reason behind how happy you looked. It wasn’t because of Namjoon, though you loved him to bits. He was like a brother to you. You’d grown up together. Along with his sister Daeun, and the Parks, Jimin and Ara. All three families went way back. All came from old money. Ara, Daeun and you were the same age and were as close as sisters.

Two other families were up there in the upper echelons as well, though their histories didn’t go back as far as yours – the Mins and the Jeons (Jungkook's family). Collectively these families were known as the “upper crust” families. The youngest generation, which included you, was now in their 20s.

It's bad for my mental, but I can't fight it, when You're out lookin' like you do, but you can't hide it, no

Jungkook knew Namjoon wasn’t the reason you looked so happy. Jungkook knew that smile was not meant for Namjoon. It was meant for him, Jeon Jungkook. But knowing and seeing were two different things. A hand lingering on Namjoon’s arm, or touching Namjoon on the chest. Namjoon’s arm holding you protectively, his tall frame encroaching into your personal space. The happiness that shone on your face that was for him, Jungkook, but nobody could know.

He couldn’t unsee it. He couldn’t stop the jealous feelings clawing at the inside of his chest. That acid burning in his stomach through the opening ceremony continued to simmer for another two hours. Two long, mind-numbing hours. Filled with paperwork and reports as he didn’t have patients scheduled that afternoon. Two angst filled hours till you finished your shift and could take a break. Two hours of clenching and unclenching his jaw as he felt his need for you building up. Felt the need to make you his on the most primal level.

That was why he now had you pinned against the wall of a forgotten supply closet in a less crowded wing of the hospital. Both your hands pinned above your head with his right hand. Your scrub pants down around one ankle, your other leg bare and hooked around his bare hip. His pants pushed down around his thighs. Your top pushed up around your shoulders. The cups of your bra wrested down, your breasts exposed, bouncing with each powerful thrust of his hips against yours. His left hand squeezing your right breast, thumb rubbing your hard nipple.

He took you roughly, raw. His kissed you hard, swallowing your moans. His left hand pinched your nipple one last time, then moved down to press unerringly on your clit in just the right way to push you over the edge. The way you gasped his name, your warm walls squeezing his cock had him cumming too. You both froze when someone jiggled the door handle, trying to open the door. You pressed your foreheads together and laughed softly when the jiggling stopped, the thrill of almost being discovered making you a little giddy. After righting your clothes, Jungkook kissed you passionately before slipping out of the room. He didn’t look back, knowing that you’d wait a few minutes before slipping out and making your way in the opposite direction surreptitiously.

This had been going on for months. Stolen moments in forgotten supply closets. Heated glances in break rooms. You getting eaten out in the bathroom of a posh nightclub. A secret weekend at log cabins in the mountains away from civilization. Glamping and rock climbing in the national forest three hours’ drive away. Almost getting caught with your lips around Jungkook’s cock as you hid under his huge desk at home, Call of Duty running on his big-ass multiple screens. Jungkook almost having a heart attack when his brother had come home unexpectedly and was surprised to find Jungkook at home playing video games.

That would have been the most paradoxical, seeing as Jungkook was a Cardiac Surgeon. Being doctors, that’s how you’d finally met again. He’d spent most of his teenage years studying abroad. He’d then worked overseas for a few years and had recently returned home for good. He’d seen you from afar on his first day at the Hospital eight months ago, during one of those management meetings. He sort of recognised you. The same big doe eyes. But you were no longer that little eight-year-old girl with the serious expression.

You were beautiful. You moved with confidence. Okay, you had a sharp edge about you, but something about you drew his eye. That weekend the families had gotten together for a big dinner to welcome him home. This time he got to see you up close. He watched mesmerized as your icy exterior melted away. Your face lit up as you laughed. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Jimin and Daeun dropped a bombshell and announced they were getting engaged. The entire room literally exploded with excitement. Jungkook watched you smile fondly at the happy couple. He was the only one who caught your wistful, slightly sad expression, which you quickly masked behind a huge smile as his Mum teasingly asked Ara when was her turn. Ara had been dating Taehyung, Namjoon’s cousin, for two years.

When he finally got to talk to you, he felt a strange energy thrumming between you. It’d felt like gravitational a pull, slowly pulling him towards you all evening, and now you were here. He looked into your big brown eyes and felt like he was drowning. You smiled politely at him, about to ask him how he was adapting to moving back home after so many years abroad but he beat you to it. He touched you lightly on the arm. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widened. Your eyes searched his in confusion. His eyes flickered towards the crowd around Jimin and Daeun, then flickered back to you. He watched the emotions churning in your eyes. Alarm. Guilt. Sadness. Resignation. You blinked, and the spell was broken. Your mask slipped back into place and you smiled, nodding at him. You then sprung your question about how he was settling in and the conversation moved to safer waters.

But you’d gone out to the outdoor patio to get some air and he had followed you. His feet moving before he realized what he was doing. There was something about his earnesty and sincerity that told you it was safe to lower your guard. Jungkook had never felt this strong an attraction to anyone. How right it all felt, even when just talking to you.

'Cause your lips were made for mine And my heart would go flatline If it wasn't beatin' for you all the time

That talk led to more talks. Via text. Then via late night phone calls. You felt like he really saw you. The real you. You talked about things you didn’t even share with Ara and Daeun. That feeling of loneliness sometimes even when surrounded by loved ones. Being happy for your friends, but wondering if there was someone for you. He talked about missing out from being away, but also missing the place he’d called home for more than ten years. Never quite feeling truly at home, or wanting to put down roots.

Calls became chats over coffee. Then dinner. Then movies. Game nights. Morning Runs. Rock climbing. You shared many interests. Ara and Daeun noticed. They confronted you. You confessed, and said you were going to tell your parents soon.

But the universe had other ideas. The Kims and your family had always talked about uniting your families. Jimin had stolen Daeun already. Your older brother Chaewoo was still working in Paris, with no plans on coming home or settling down anytime soon. Your younger sister Chaeyun had only just turned 20 and was still in med school. So it fell on Namjoon to marry you. Your parents were more open to the idea of you making your own choice, since all this marriage talk took place during the time of your grandparents, but Namjoon’s family was not. More specifically, Namjoon’s grandmother insisted that Namjoon had to marry you. Either that, or be cut out of the will.

Namjoon came to you, desperate. He didn’t want to marry you. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you. He did. Just not in the marrying way. Also, because he was already in love with someone else.

“You are?” you’d asked incredulously. “Who is she? Why haven’t we heard anything about it?”

“Who is ‘HE’, you mean,” Namjoon had said nervously.

It was almost funny how you’d looked like an owl, your eyes open wide, blinking.

“He?”

“His name is Seokjin. He’s a chef in New York. His work has propelled the restaurant he runs to Two-Michelin-Star status. He’s about to branch out on his own now. He’s asked me to move there to stay with him. I was thinking of maybe applying for a position at their hospital after the new wing at our hospital was finished, and after we were done with that big case.” Namjoon started pacing.

“I’m doing okay. I don’t need my family’s money, so I don’t care if they cut me out of the will. But it’ll crush my grandma if I marry out of our circle, and worse, that I’m gay! What am I going to do, Y/N? Why couldn’t Grandma have announced this just six months later?” Namjoon buried his face in his hands.

“Oh my god, Joon, this is huge,” you pulled Namjoon’s hands away from his face. “But you know we’ll all support you, right? If you love Seokjin, we’ll all love him too. Plus, we all kinda knew, you know,” you teased, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Knew what?”

“That you were batting for the other team,” you said cheekily.

Namjoon groaned and buried his face in his hands again as you laughed at him.

“I was going to just announce that I was moving to New York. Let that sink in for a bit. Then later on start introducing Seokjin. Maybe bring my parents and grandma to his restaurant, impress them with his cooking, you know?” Namjoon groaned, looking despondent.

So you two hatched a scheme. For six months, you were going to pretend to be engaged to Namjoon. Just to help tide him over till he was ready to move to New York to be with Seokjin. The whole gang was in on it. You’d told them all that you were with Jungkook, and they’d welcomed him into your inner circle with open arms.

You told Jungkook about your crazy scheme to help Namjoon out. Namjoon begged Jungkook to let him ‘borrow’ you for six months. Namjoon went as far as going onto his knees, prompting Jungkook to quickly pull Namjoon into a hug and back on his feet, both men’s eyes misty with unshed tears. Such softies they were! Namjoon knew it was a big favor to ask for. But true love was worth it right? And that’s how he knew Jungkook loved you. If Jungkook was willing to do this for you, to hide your relationship and let you pretend you were engaged to someone else, Jungkook was a keeper.

Of course, Seokjin had to be in on it too. There’d be photos of you and Namjoon in the press. So the whole gang jumped on a video call with him. He was a little startled initially to see such a huge group on the call. Namjoon smiled sheepishly at Seokjin as he made the introductions, but Seokjin was soon won over by how warm everyone was. He could see how close the group was, and he was happy to finally put faces to the names he’d heard Namjoon mention many times. He even jokingly called you his “rival”, and declared that you and he were proof that Namjoon had good taste.

Things worked out perfectly actually. Ara and Daeun would cover for you when you sneaked away for weekends with Jungkook. They’d say you were spending time with Namjoon. It was a win-win. Nobody raised any eyebrows as to why the group was suddenly going camping so often.

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So if I get jealous, I can't help it I want every bit of you, I guess I'm selfish

This was it. This was the last big event of your arrangement with Namjoon. The Charity Dinner to celebrate the building of the new wing of the hospital. The dinner where the senior Dr Kim would be announcing his retirement.

Jungkook steeled himself for an unhappy evening. Okay, who was he kidding, it was going to be a miserable evening. You’d be dressed to the nines, working the room with Namjoon. Everyone would be going with a plus-one, so he’d asked one of the nurses, Seoyoon, to be his date. She’d agreed readily. Dr Jeon Jungkook was one of the most sought-after eligible bachelors. So handsome. Outstanding cardiac surgeon. Sexy accent from spending years overseas. From such a rich family with long history. The single women threw themselves at him, but he hadn’t shown interest in anyone. Seoyoon had felt like she’d won the lottery. She would be pulling all the stops to seduce him tonight.

Jungkook felt bad about leading her on but he told himself, it was just for the dinner. A couple of hours. His eyes never left you the whole evening. Jealousy burned just beneath the surface of his smile. That little laugh of yours, that belonged to him. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear as you listened to someone, that was something he’d do for you. That little tilt of your head when you didn’t quite believe something, made him laugh at you when he teased you. Every little bit of you, belonged to him. Fine, so that made him selfish. He’d never admitted that, even to himself. But after more than seven months of sneaking around, he had to face facts. He had to be selfish. He was in love with you.

What he didn’t know was that you were burning with jealousy too. You smiled for the cameras. But you watched Jungkook out of the corner of your eyes. You saw Seoyoon’s hand linger on Jungkook’s arm. How she brushed lint off the lapel of his jacket. How she pressed a hand on his chest as she leaned in to talk to him. Even though Jungkook did not respond to her, his attention fixed on you, your eyes flashed. Your stomach roiled. Your fists clenched. How dare she touch what was yours. Every bit of him belong to you!

Namjoon noticed. He felt so bad. He took your hand, rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, hoping to soothe you. He was just glad the six months were almost up. He loved you for doing this for him, for giving up being able to openly love Jungkook. He’d stolen more than seven months away from you. The guilt he felt for lying to the families, for being so selfish was eating away at him.

Suddenly you squeezed his hand so hard he almost yelped in pain. He looked at you, but your eyes were trained on Jungkook. Seoyoon was pressed up against Jungkook, her lips on his face, dangerously near his lips. Jungkook look startled, his eyes wide open, looking at you in alarm.

That was it. Enough was enough. Namjoon made up his mind. He walked up to the rostrum and took the mic. Time to man up. He tapped on the mic, making conversations die down as everyone looked at him. He confessed that he wasn’t really engaged to you. You, being such a good friend, had agreed to pretend, to help him. Why? Because he’d already given his heart to someone else. Someone his family wouldn’t approve of, so he was afraid to come clean. But he couldn’t be selfish anymore. Not when those he loved were sacrificing so much for him. By pretending to give him your heart, you couldn’t tell the world that you’d actually given it to someone who was more deserving. To Jungkook.

The entire room collectively swiveled around to look at Jungkook. Seoyoon looked at Jungkook in shock. Jungkook stood up slowly, his eyes trained on you. He walked slowly to the VIP table where you were sitting. He offered you his hand. You took it, rising to your feet slowly. Then he tugged you forward, pressed you against him and kissed you, right in front of everyone.

You froze. Then you heard clapping. It started on-stage. Namjoon. Then beside you. Your parents. Then your friends. Slowly it spread. You heard hooting. Jimin shouted “Yeah, baby!” Slowly you melted against Jungkook, your lips moving together, like they were made for his. The rest of the room faded away. Then he pressed his forehead against yours.

Makin' me insane, you cannot be explained, ooh You must be an angel

“You with me?” he asked you simply.

You nodded.

Jungkook held your hand and walked closer to the stage. He looked up at Namjoon who was still standing on-stage and held out his hand for the mic.

“So,…. Hi,” Jungkook grinned. The audience chuckled. Your group whooped.

“As you know, I just moved back home. I often wondered if I’d made the right decision. But then I met this angel,” he wriggled your joined hands. “And I knew, she was it for me.”

Jungkook went down on one knee. Gasps rippled around the room. Your eyes were open as wide as saucers as you stared down at him.

“Lee Y/N,” he said, face solemn. “Will you be my girlfriend? For real?” his grinned mischeviously.

You put your hand on your chest and closed your eyes, breathing out heavily. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” you hissed in a low voice.

“Well,” he whispered back in an equally low voice, “it’s a good thing I’m a cardiac surgeon then, right?” he waggled his eyebrows at you.

You couldn’t help it. You laughed and tugged at his hand to make him stand up. You took hold of the mic.

“Fine,” you said. “But only because you have such cute dimples,” you teased. Everyone in the ballroom laughed.

Jungkook tossed the mic back to Namjoon and led you out of the ballroom.

“Where are you going?” Jimin shouted at you both.

“Going out on our first official date!” Jungkook shouted back, grinning from ear to ear.

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Eight Months Later

Owner of my heart, tattooed your mark There for the whole world to see

Something was brushing against your ribs. It was a little ticklish. You also felt warm lips ghosting along your collarbone.

“Hmmmm”

“Good morning, beautiful,” Jungkook murmured against your skin, voice gravelly with sleep. He lay beside you, fingers brushing against the tattoo you’d just gotten on your left ribs just before your honeymoon. It was a heart, drawn to look like it was an embroidered patch.

Jungkook had gotten a tattoo as well. A pair of white angel’s wings, also on his ribs. The tattoo artist had asked for the stories behind your tattoos. Yours was a no brainer. A heart tattoo, over your heart since your husband was a Cardiac Surgeon. His, a pair of angel’s wings over his heart, because his wife was an angel. Cheesy? Yes. Romantic? Also yes.

A slightly older woman had already tried hitting on Jungkook the day before, sidling up to him and asking him about his tattoo. You were both down at the beach bar of the resort you were holidaying at. He smiled warmly at her, pointed to you and said “My wife’s an angel. Isn’t she beautiful? We’re here on our honeymoon,” he said innocently. The lady mumbled something like “Oh, that’s nice” and beat a hasty retreat. Jungkook and you burst out laughing.

-------- “What’s for breakfast?” you asked sleepily, eyes still closed as Jungkook kissed your neck.

“You,” he said darkly, moving on top of you, his weight pressing you into the bed.

You were still sore from last night, when you’d ridden him hard to show him how angels rode handsome devils who got hit on by older women. He in turn had said sex was good for heart health as it was generally considered a moderate form of exercise so you really ought to go fast and hard, many times. You’d cheekily asked him how many girls he’d used that line on and if it really worked. He’d stuttered, wracking his brain for an answer, but his brain short-circuited and he forgot all about your question when your lips closed around his cock.

Bearing in mind that you’d be sore, he was gentle. He slotted his lips on yours, tongue stroking yours possessively. He pressed kisses to your face, jaw, ears nibbling as he went. Your giggles turned into moans as his lips moved to your neck. He sucked on the skin, biting, leaving his marks on your skin. His lips traced the swell of your breast, tongue curling around your hardened nipple as you gasped, back arching off the bed. You gripped his silky hair when he closed his lips around your nipple and sucked. He kissed a trail over to your other breast, using his teeth this time, pushing the boundary between pleasure and pain.

He shifted down, his lips drifting over your stomach, your abdomen, your smooth mound. His big hands gripped your thighs, pushing them open. “So pretty,” he murmured, “so wet for me.” He leaned down, placed the flat of his tongue against you and licked a stripe up your slit. You whined, still sensitive from last night.

“I know, Baby, just let me make you feel good,” he said, going back to gently dipping his tongue into your hole and giving your clit kitten clicks. He focused on your clit then as he slid two, long fingers into your warm heat, stroking your warm walls. Faster, harder. He pushed you over the edge by scraping his teeth on your clit.

You’d missed breakfast, and it was time for brunch after you’d made Jungkook come with your lips and tongue, and ridden him one more time. You made your way to the restaurant, bumping into the older woman, sending you both into fits of giggles. Jungkook kissed the top of your head, pulling you into his side, his arm around your waist. It felt good. It felt right. --------------- Previous (#4)

Parts of plot inspired by: Be Mine, Princess by Azurefangirl

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littledovesnow · 1 year ago

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a growing family | part 4

a/n: the finale!!!! i had so much fun with this mini series, i hope you love it!

warnings: childbirth (but traumatic), idk... hospitals? inaccurate medical stuff (i worked in a hospital but i don't know shit about medicine!!!!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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Following a few Peacekeepers back to the train, you and Coriolanus talked softly about the conclusion of the tour.

“How did you like to see my old stomping grounds?” He asked, referring to the quick stop you two had made in the Hob so you could use the restroom.

“It certainly looks like the place that could draw a crowd.” You smiled, thanking the Peacekeeper as he helped you into the train.

Coriolanus walked dutifully as you more-so waddled down the aisle to the private car. “Are you feeling okay?”

He had noticed you taking more breaks while walking, discomfort on your face.

Nodding, you toed off your shoes and lounged with your feet on the opposite bench, letting your husband rub them once more. “Just ready to get these babies out of me. I feel like a beached whale.”

Coriolanus laughed, looking out the window as the train began the two-day journey back to the Capitol. “I’m sure they’re excited to be out in the world, have more space to move.”

You snorted, letting your head roll back and lean against the plush booth. “How long do you think we have until they come?”

“A couple more weeks, I hope. It’s still a little early.” Coriolanus chuckled as you let out a moan when he got a particularly rough knot out of your foot. “What are you thinking for dinner tonight, my love?”

You two continued the conversation while you both watched the trees go by, content in your last days alone.

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The following morning, you woke before your husband, smile coming to your face when you saw the Capitol’s skyline in the distance.

Slowly rising from the bed, you paused for a moment when the world went off-kilter.

You stood and walked over to the exit of the private car, moving into the dining one for something to drink, never understanding why your mouth was so dry when traveling on the train.

“Goodmorning, ma’am. How are you feeling?” A Peacekeeper asked, soft smile on his face as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Tired. How about yourself?” You replied, eying the mug of coffee with envy.

You two kept a quiet conversation until the door opened once more, Coriolanus entering the car.

“You could’ve woken me; I would’ve gotten you something to drink.” He chastised, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

Rolling your eyes, you smiled as the Peacekeeper left to give you and Coriolanus some privacy. “Coryo, I’m going to be holed up in a bed for weeks in a few days, let me get movement while I still can.”

Coriolanus tsked as he looked over what would be served for breakfast shortly, smile coming to his face when you pulled his free hand into your own, fiddling with his wedding band. “How are the babies doing?”

Shrugging, you looked out the window as the snow-capped mountains drew nearer. “They’re getting anxious, certainly hope they’re both in the correct position now.”

Coriolanus chewed on his lip as he hummed in agreement, not wanting you to experience surgery if it could be avoided. “We shall see, you’re meeting with the doctor the day after tomorrow, correct?”

Nodding, you sipped the tea that was placed in front of you. “Unless I go into labor beforehand.”

The elephant in the room was finally mentioned, and Coriolanus’ frown returned.

“Coryo, you know as well as I do that there’s a high possibility we’ll become parents before the end of the week. I want as much as you do to wait until it’s safer, closer to the due date, but twins come early a lot.”

Nodding, the blonde took a long sip of his coffee. “As long as you’re all okay, that’s all that matters.”

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You woke to a loud screech, groaning into Coriolanus’ chest as the train stopped moving, stationed back at the Capitol.

“Good morning, welcome home.” Coriolanus whispered, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Good morning, Coryo.”

Both of you getting up, albeit you at a slower pace than Coriolanus, there was a small crowd cheering when you two disembarked the train, publicity-trained smiles on both of your faces.

Several reporters for the Capitol News had come to the station, vying for questions about the tour and wondering it’s success.

You sucked in a breath while Coriolanus spoke with Lucky Flickerman, keeping your face neutral as you interrupted the conversation. “Excuse me, Lucky, but Coriolanus and I have prior engagements we need to get to.”

Coriolanus sent you a look as you dragged him away from the cameras. He leaned down to ask you a question, voice soft to keep it off of the microphones. “What are you talking about?”

Looking up at him, you sent him a tight-lipped smile. “I’ve been in labor since four this morning. We’re going to the hospital.”

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You groaned in pain as your OB/GYN walked into the room, smile on her face. “Didn’t think we’d be seeing each other so soon, my dear.”

“Well, we like to keep you on your toes.” You grumbled, letting out a sigh as the pain dissipated.

“Where’s Coriolanus? I expected him to be stationed next to you the entire time.”

Laughing, you watched as the doctor put some bands over the bump to monitor the twins. “He stepped out to call Tigris and my mother. He should be back shortly.”

Moving to examine you, you looked on the monitor to watch the babies’ heartbeats.

Coriolanus re-entered the room soon after the examination ended, smiling at the doctor when he noticed her, though when he saw the tears brimming on your lash line his smile dropped. “What happened?”

“Baby B is still in a breech position, we’re going to have to do a C-section.”

At the doctor’s repeated explanation, Coriolanus was next to you in an instant, clasping your hand in his own. “It’s going to be okay, dove. You’ve got wonderfully trained doctors, the best in all of Panem, you’ll be fine.”

It felt like a whirlwind while you were being prepped for surgery, contractions getting worse as time went on.

Coriolanus stood next to you, wanting nothing more than to help take the pain away, willing the pain away.

“Mr. Snow, we’ll be going to operating room shortly. We don’t normally allow this, but you are able to sit in the surgery with us. Meet your children.”

You frantically looked up at Coriolanus, nodding rapidly. “Please, please Coryo. I need you, I can’t- I don’t want to do this alone.”

Coriolanus nodded, allowing himself to be layered in the sterile gown and booties, nerves skyrocketing as if he was the one on the table. “You’ll be okay, my love. It’s going to be okay.”

There was an oxygen cannula pressed against your face, IV into your arm, short curtain set up on top of you, inhibiting your view of the doctors at your other end.

Coriolanus pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, salty with the sweat still beading along your skin.

You felt the pinprick of a local anesthetic, the sounds of medical instruments being picked up and jostled, and the low voices of the surgeons and doctors birthing your children.

“You doing good up there, Mrs. Snow?” One of the surgeons asked, glancing up at your stats.

You nodded, too afraid to speak.

“Alright, let’s meet Baby Number One.” Your OB/GYN smiled, and a piercing cry erupted into the room. “Welcome to the world, Little Girl Snow.”

“A girl, we have a girl, Coryo.” You looked over at Coriolanus, ignoring the pressure in your head.

“We have a girl, love.” Coriolanus smiled, tears threatening to spill over.

You heard one of the machines behind you beeping more incessantly, the voices of the doctors growing muffled and distant.

“Coryo, some-something’s wrong. I feel- something is wrong.” You mumbled, words slurring.

Coriolanus felt his heart drop onto the floor at your admission, head snapping to the doctors who had started to rapidly soaking blood up, and he could pick out a few phrases from their rapid chatter, the words “obstetric hemorrhage” sending chills down his body.

“What’s wrong, what’s going on with my wife?” Coriolanus yelled, terror on his face.

“Mr. Snow, you’re going to have to head to the waiting room.” A nurse spoke, ushering him out of the operating room.

He saw one of the doctors pressing his fingers onto the second baby’s chest, while a handful of other surgeons and doctors focused on you, and Coriolanus had never felt fear quite like this.

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Four hours had passed since you were ripped from Coriolanus’ sight, four hours since he last saw his children. “A boy and a girl, Mr. Snow. Congratulations.” The nurse had said, smile on her face.

How she could smile in the face of a man whose wife could be dead, he’ll never know.

Coriolanus’ knee was bouncing a mile a minute as he awaited any news on your state, on the babies, on anything.

“Mr. Snow?”

His head shot up when he heard a soft voice call his name, and he saw a nurse approaching, hesitant smile on his face.

“Is my wife okay?” He asked, eyes frantic.

Nodding, the nurse lead him to a private room, away from any prying eyes. “Mrs. Snow is stable. She experienced a large quantity of blood loss during the birth, but with some transfusions, she is stable and should wake up shortly.”

Nodding, Coriolanus let out a sigh. “The babies? Are they- can I see them?”

The nurse paused, and Coriolanus saw a tick in her jaw.

“What’s wrong with my children?”

“The boy, I’m not sure if you’ve decided on names yet, but the boy will need to be monitored for a few weeks here. His lungs weren’t as developed as his sister’s, but with some supplemental oxygen and time, he should be a fighter.”

“My daughter, is she okay?”

“Would you like to meet your daughter, Mr. Snow?”

The nurse lead him to the nursery, motioning for him to sit in one of the rocking chairs. “Newborns do best with skin-to-skin, if you unbutton your shirt, I can place her on your chest.”

Coriolanus quickly undid the buttons, ignoring the nurse’s gasp at the few bruises on his chest from back on the train, and gently placed the newborn in his arms.

The baby was smaller than he expected, having never held a newborn before, but he felt enamored by her, by his daughter. Already, he was wrapped around her little finger, wanting nothing more than to give her the world.

“She has her mother’s eyes.” Coriolanus whispered, soft smile on his face as he rocked slowly in the chair.

Looking up at the nurse, Coriolanus asked about you, when you would be awake and ready to meet the twins.

“It’s hard to say, some mothers wake up shortly after birthing. Others, ones who had complications not unlike your wife, it can be a few hours to days before they wake. Rest assured, your wife is being monitored closely, and you will be able to bring your daughter to meet her mother.”

Coriolanus nodded, blinking back the few tears that threatened to leak.

He was thankful you two had decided to have the hospital facility to sign NDA contracts, not wanting his soft side to be released to the public.

“I’ll let you two bond, just press that green button when you need anything.”

Coriolanus thanked her, looking down at the small baby in arms.

“Welcome to the world, little one. You and your brother aren’t going to have to worry about a thing, I’ll make sure of it.”

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Coriolanus looked at himself in the mirror of your hospital room’s bathroom. The man staring back at him did not look like the Coriolanus Snow who was on the presidential election posters that were recently debuted to the public.

No, the man staring back at Coriolanus had greasy, unkempt hair, stubble popping up along his face, and bags under his eyes. Tigris had stopped in with a change of clothing and something to eat, knowing her cousin wouldn’t eat if it meant leaving your side.

The twins were recovering well, the boy’s lungs growing stronger with each passing day.

You were now Coriolanus’ top priority, you still haven’t woken from the emergency surgery and complications from days prior.

The doctors were unsure of why you hadn’t woken yet, speculating your body needed more rest than you let on, the tour taking a toll on your body.

Coriolanus walked back to the chair on the side of your bed, cracking his neck as he sat down and took your hand in his.

“The babies are doing well, doctor’s speculate we’ll be able to take them home in a few days. We have to name them first, and I know we decided on what to call them, but it feels wrong to sign the certificates without you there.”

The blonde man had taken to talking about his day, explaining things the twins were doing, hoping you would wake up and respond to his ramblings.

The only response he got was the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, the only thing keeping Coriolanus sane.

A knock on the door drew Coriolanus out of his stupor, tight smile coming to his lips when he saw Tigris.

“How is she?” The older Snow asked, dropping a small box of baked goods on the table next to your bed.

“The same.” Coriolanus croaked, voice raw from the nights he spent crying, hoping you didn’t suffer the same end that his mother did.

It was as if Tigris could hear his inner monologue, as she hugged her cousin tightly. “She won’t be like your mom, she’s going to wake up, and she’s going to raise those babies down the hall, and she’s going to be your First Lady.”

Coriolanus nodded, dam breaking as tears escaped his eyes, racing down his chin to meet each other.

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Two weeks after you had become parents, Coriolanus had to make an appearance in public to show the Capitol he was still strong, and he would be Panem’s next president.

He was sitting next to Lucky Flickerman, answering lukewarm questions and entertaining the premise that he was running on a full night’s sleep, not the coffees he had been all-but bathing in.

While the show was at a break, one of the Capitol News associates came over to the two men, serious look on his face. “Excuse me, Mr. Snow.”

Coriolanus looked over to him, Lucky frowning that his story had been interrupted.

“Mr. Snow, I’ve just gotten a call from a Tigris Snow? She said that you’re needed at the Capitol Medical Center urgently.”

Coriolanus felt the blood rush to his ears as he left the station without a single look back, commanding his driver to what had become his second home at this point.

-----

Footfalls echoing off the walls, Coriolanus’ eyes were wide as he turned the corner and entered the room that had become familiar over the last weeks, the room seemingly brighter when he saw your smiling face back at him.

“Love.” Coriolanus sighed, rushing to your side, kissing you as if he was starved.

You kissed back just as eagerly, only breaking the kiss when you felt your stitches pull. “Hi, Coryo.”

“Hi, dove.”

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a/n: the end <3 maybe you'll see this beautiful family in some future fics!

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #hunger games imagine #coriolanus x you #hunger games x reader #hunger games tbosas #coriolanus snow

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i-cast-teatus-deletus · 1 year ago

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This is available attached to another post (and I linked to it on the masterpost but not the version of that post that's being reblogged, naturally), but since I have a lot of new eyes on this blog suddenly I thought it would be helpful to draw even more attention to this document.

tumblr user wrenseyeview attached this document to a reblog of one of my early posts, and it's genuinely one of the most thorough documents I've come across in all of my research so far. It starts all the way from starting therapy and HRT and goes all the way to wrenseyeview's revision surgery in excruciating detail, including final costs, all items purchased, insurance documentation, and a list of medications to stop 2 weeks prior to surgery.

I'm so grateful to wrenseyeview for sharing this with me, and I wanted to make sure that it wasn't lost in the shuffle as I reorganized my posts.

#ICTD Part 1 Resources #Part 1 surgery references #Part 1 recovery references #Part 1 prepping references #ICTD tumblr user info #I didn't want to @ them explicitly because they linked to the document about NINE MONTHS AGO and that feels weird #he was super nice and super helpful I just think it's weird to get a ping 9 months later you know?

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thebitsandblurbs · 16 days ago

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Marathon - Part 2

Pairing: Analyst!FemReader x Michael Robinavitch x Jack Abbott

Warnings: Thyroid Cancer, One brief but about blood, Surgery (Mentioned), Age gap (implied)

Author’s Note: Finally! After a millennia, part 2! Not beta read. Part 1 here

The next time you saw Robby, it was at the hospital. You were on your way to Check-In when you bumped into each other- literally. He seemed surprised, but most certainly happy to see you. “Y/N, what- what’re you doing here? How have you been?”

“I’m doing alright - I’m checking in actually,” You tell him, gesturing to the Check-In room, “I’m having surgery today- a total thyroidectomy."

Well, it was either that or a partial thyroidecromy.

Honestly, who would've thought that you would get diagnosed with Papillary Thyroid Cancer, Stage 1.

Thankfully, you had caught it early. A light itch at the front of your throat led to the discovery of an abnormal lump towards the right side. After it didn't go away for like a month or so, your parents urged you to get checked out. So, you relented.

While not in the typical age bracket, your primary erred on the side of caution and had you referred to an endocrinologist. Several vials of blood and three pin pricks later, you were officially diagnosed. To say that you were shocked would be an overstatement. In fact, you laughed. An unfortunate coping mechanism in times of any level of stress.

Hell, after the appointment, you just decided to treat yourself to some Wendy's and an extended lunch break. After all, you did take flew time for the appointment... and you'll have to deal with your parents' concerns later. Might as well mentally prepare yourself for that.

When Robby found out about why you were there, he opted to stay with you. Your parents- while decent people- would've stressed you out more had you brought them. Alistair had promised to visit you after the surgery was finished.

The two of you talked for awhile, finding no shortage of subjects to chat about: how you came into your job, favorite movies, TV shows either you or he missed on. It could’ve gone on for hours had you not been pulled into Pre-Op. Robby came with you, of course, offering to watch your belongings until you came out of surgery.

Nurses murmured to each other as Robby held your hand on the surgery gurney. He held your hand all the way to the double doors. Slowly did his smile faded as he watched you disappear down into the hall.

Rubbing the back of his head, it was then did he knew that he had become completely infatuated with you.

Jack found Robby napping in the chair, his hand intertwined with your’s. You seemed unnaturally pale, dark circles lined the bottom of your eyes, lips chapped. There was a yellow emesis basin was nestled on your side. It was when your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaved did he realize what it was for.

Thrusting the basin under your mouth, he helped you sit up as you threw up until the bin. Robby was up in an instant, rubbing your back as Jack fetched a small towel from the cabinets. The taller man gladly accepted the cool, wet towel, pressing it to your forehead as you finished vomiting into the bin. When you finished, Jack helped you back down, gently shushing you as you slipped back into your slumber.

The older man couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on you longer than normal. He could tell that Robby was already in it deep. Everything that you were, the qualities you retained- it was what Robby wanted. The two of them had agreed a while back that they would be open to partners, but both had to agree on that person.

However, Jack had trouble seeing himself with you. He didn’t click with you as well as Robby did. And frankly, he didn’t know you well enough to even try. With how fast Robby decided that you were it, Jack certainly had his doubts about you. What made you special?

“Well,” Jack glanced at Robby as he drew up the blanket to your chest, “you seem to be head over heels for her.”

Robby snorted, “No way.”

“Yes way.” The man countered. He paused, reluctant to say what was on his mind, but, “Robby, I love you but-“

“But what?”

“Man, you’re chasing a fantasy. What do you think she’s going to say when she finds out about us? And you want to include her in the mix? She has her whole life in front of her.”

“Jack,” Robby runs a hand over his tired face, the other resting on his hip, “you don’t even know her.”

“You don’t either!”

“But I want to,” Robby snapped, “I want to- I think she could be- she could be good… for us. I want a life for us, but there’s something missing. You know it, I know it.”

You mumbled something, causing the two men to freeze. Throat sore from the tube, neck throbbing from the fourth inch incision at the base, your stomach churned once more- an unfortunate side effect of the anesthesia. You heard bits and pieces of a conversation, but you weren’t lucid enough to make sense of it.

Jack shook his head, watching you go back to sleep, “Robby-“

“We can talk more about this at home.”

“Yea- fine, I’ll-uh- I’ll see you at home.”

When you woke, Robby had just walked in, still wearing clothes from the day before. Your voice was raspy, “Gee, you look more tired than me. What’s up with you?”

He chuckled, “Traded shifts with a friend. Figured you could use the company.”

“Really,” you wince as you sat up a little more, “me? I’m touched."

A moment passed between the two before you piped up again, "So why are you here though?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why're you here?" You iterated again, "Don't get me wrong- I'm flattered, but you and I are kind of acquaintances."

Robby was taken aback for a moment. He fumbled to find the right words, the ones that justified his reason for being here. But before he could speak, you spoke again, "You ever see Fraiser?"

"Yea, the one with Kelsey Grammer?"

"The very same," you cleared your throat, wincing at the soreness. The Tylenol they gave you earlier did absolutely nothing for the pain, "At the end of Season 4, beginning of Season 5, Fraiser hops on a plane to Mexico in the hopes of finding a woman. Any woman who so much as showed interest, he chased."

"I don't think I'm seeing an analogy here."

"Robby," you turn to him, "are you looking for something to fill or something to cultivate? I mean- I would like to get to know you more as a person. But if it stops short at friends with benefits, then I rather not- no offense! Not that I think you're thinking of me that way!"

"Yea, no- yea, I agree with that," he sighed, leaning back in the chair, "so... would you like to get some coffee some time?"

You smiled, "Yea, I think that'd be cool..."

#jack abbot #the pitt #the pitt fan fiction #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x you #age gap romance #cw age gap #michael robinavitch #cw thyroid cancer

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fbfh · 2 years ago

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busy busy busy (but never too busy for you) - dad!tony + stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!tony + (gn) stark!reader

genre: minor hurt/mostly comfort

warnings: needing to spend time with your parent, crying, emotional comfort, if you have daddy issues this one's gonna hurt lol

summary: after traveling with your dad on business, you find yourself missing spending time with him. Tony can't have that, of course.

song rec: walking the wire - imagine dragons

a/n: first fic finished post top surgery!!!!!!! the next few weeks posts will probs be shorter until I finish chapter 1 of the next multichapter fic lol. Also if I didn't say it recently I love you guys, thank you so much for all your love and support <333 PS if you need more personalized dad!tony.... character.ai works well for that lmao

tags @afidiofobia @lizziebitch33 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @dustyinkpages @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @liberty-barnes @followingthefanfiction @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

You climb into the car, settling into the plush leather seat as Happy closes the door next to you. You set down your bag and try to get your seatbelt buckled while your dad sits next to you, wrapping up a phone call.

“No, no. I don’t care. I said-” He stops, listening to someone on the other end for a moment. He’s clearly annoyed. He’s had to deal with people simultaneously trying to kiss his ass and tell him what to do all week, and you can tell he’s getting tired of it.

“Throw as many conferences as you want, they’ll all be Stark-less. Throw a whole party, while you’re at it- you know what? No, don’t do that. I might actually show up to that.” He mutters the last part, something that would normally make you laugh. He glances over at you, but you’re still fussing with your seatbelt.

“Alright, how about this. I’ll refer you to Stark Industries CEO, Pepper Potts.” The person on the other end is already objecting, but your dad couldn’t care less at this point. He’s said what he needed to say, and this idiot doesn’t want to listen. He continues to wrap up this disastrous phone call as the car pulls into the street, and starts driving you to the airport.

“She’ll help you get this sorted out.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye, then looks over at you. As soon as he does, he knows something’s wrong. You’re not yourself. You’re staring at the bottom of the seat in front of you instead of out the window, or going on your phone. Usually you can’t wait for him to finish business calls, sometimes texting him in the middle of them - texts he’s always happy to receive. You’ve rescued him from pointless conference calls with those texts more times than he can count. You always have something to tell him or update him on, whether that be the latest social media drama, friend group drama, the show you’re watching on Netflix, or even Avengers memes you find online. You always have something delightful you’re excited to share with him without even having to try, and it lights up his day each time. Except now, with you staring into space.

He hands you the coffee he got you, taking his out of the cardboard holder that had been resting on his lap until now. You look over briefly, accepting the drink.

“Thanks,” you say lightly, but there’s something in your tone that tips him off.

“You okay, kid?”

You pause sipping your drink, wondering how he figured you out so fast. He’s your dad, you suppose. That’s kind of his job. You thought you’d been doing an okay job at masking the hollow sadness that’s been eroding you from the inside out all weekend. It doesn’t happen too often, and you tried everything you could to distract yourself until it stopped working. Until now.

“Is it school? Boys? Girls?” He asks when you don’t answer right away. There’s a note of humor to his voice, but there’s also a sincerity, and you know that even if it was school or boys or girls that he would help you through it. “C’mon, you gotta keep your old man up to date on all the tea. The hot goss.”

You let out a weepy chuckle, tracing the lid of your drink. He’s always the first to know when your Starbucks order changes, and he always knows exactly the perfect drink to get you without even having to ask. It’s a little thing, but it makes you feel even worse. You’ve spent the whole weekend trying to ignore how much you’ve been missing your dad, missing spending one on one time with him that’s not in between meetings or over a late dinner. He works so hard, and he has so much on his plate, but he always makes time for you.

That’s why he started taking you along on business trips like this, because you both hated being away from each other. Usually it’s fine, usually you’re off exploring whatever city you’re in, going shopping, or generally finding somewhat entertaining ways to pass the time that you can tell him about next time you catch up. It’s usually really fun, too. It’s just when it gets busy like this, you think, when he has all these meetings and you have all your stuff that you’re juggling that you start to get like this.

“No, no,” you say softly, rubbing the bottom of your eyes when they start to get misty. “Nothing like that…”

Tony listens intently in the silence that follows, waiting to see if you have more to share with him. The smell of his cologne is paternal and comforting, a familiar reassurance that floats around him and feels like a hug.

“I just miss you, I guess…” you start, speaking your mind before you can even think. Your dad has that effect on you, it’s so easy to share how you feel and what you’re excited for or worried about that it feels automatic sometimes, like it’s impossible not to. Tony feels his heart break as he realizes what a toll all the recent traveling has taken on you, both of you. He pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel the tears you’ve been fighting start to spill, Tony rubs your back reassuringly and it finally feels safe enough to.

He tries not to dwell on the fact that you got to feel like this in the first place, tries not to let that voice tell him he should have noticed how you felt sooner, that he’s a terrible dad, because he knows inside that he’s not. He’s not his father, and he sure as hell won’t make those mistakes. He could let himself worry about how he’s doing with you, let it keep him up at night - hell, it still does some nights, even when he doesn’t want it to. It’s been that way with you since he became your dad. Instead of worrying about that, he does what he does best. He takes action.

“You are such a sweet kid.” He states, pressing a kiss on your forehead when you pull away. He brushes away the tears spilling down your cheeks. “Unfortunately, sometimes being a genius-billionaire-superhero-superdad requires some meetings and boring stuff. But don’t think I forgot about the most important part of that.”

The dad part. He doesn’t even have to say it, you both know that’s where he’s going with this. You nod along, sighing as your breathing starts to slow back down.

“But you’re right. It has gotten to be too much lately.”

He reaches into the small mini fridge sitting between the driver’s and passenger seats, crisply cold and stocked with both your favorite drinks. He grabs a water bottle, opening it and handing it to you.

“How about this? We’ll spend the whole plane ride back watching movies together - or that show you were telling me about, the one with- god, what’s his name…” He tries to remember the name of that actor you’ve been talking about the last few days, and you chuckle, supplying the answer. He snaps his fingers in recognition, repeating it back to you.

“Yes. That’s the one. We’ll watch all those movies, and you brainstorm what we’re going to do this weekend. Dream big, kid. I’ll have Pepper help you organize the whole thing.”

Your eyes widen in excitement, and you hug him tightly again.

“Thanks, dad.” You smile. You really are both long overdue for some quality time together, and Tony knows if he has to attend one more meeting, he’s going to lose his mind. The cave he built his first arc reactor in was more interesting than some of the people he’s spoken to recently.

“I love you, kid.”

He looks at you fondly for a moment, basking in pride at what a wonderful, amazing person you’ve become. It’s not time for him to get all sappy on you with the dad stuff, not quite yet, so before he can, he grabs a fluffy throw blanket and spreads it across you.

“Now, we’ve got a big weekend ahead of us, so get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.”

Right before you start to doze off, you hear him on the phone with Pepper, filling her in on the plan.

“Alright, so they’ve got about 25 more minutes of Stark business time, then I’m off the grid till monday.” Pepper says something about how they’re not going to like that, and Tony laughs, glancing over at you sleeping peacefully. “They don’t have to.”

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magicalrocketships · 3 months ago

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A little bit more mpreg Max for a Monday evening. Carries on from part 1 here and part 2 here. Masterpost here.

rivers of light part 3

"So, how have you been?" Daniel asks.

(contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad past abuse, and on-track accidents.)

The next thing Max knows, Daniel is gently shaking him awake.

"They need you to put your belt on," Daniel says. "You and the baby."

Max blinks at him for a moment. Daniel. His baby. The flight. He's been asleep on Daniel's shoulder. He doesn't even remember falling asleep. He's still mostly asleep now.

"Seatbelts," Daniel says again. The flight attendant's standing over them.

Max feels like he's swimming miles beneath the surface. His mouth tastes awful. Bastiaan's asleep in his arms, tucked up against Max's chest, and Max doesn't know how to get his belt on without jostling him, so he ends up needing help from the flight attendant and Daniel. He doesn't want to wake the baby unless he really has to. Fuck, Max has left a little drool patch on Daniel's shoulder. Fuck.

Afterwards, Daniel uncaps a bottle of water and passes it to Max. "I saved you this."

Max, grateful, downs it in one. He'd meant to get a drink going through the airport, but Bastiaan had been so distressed that Max hadn't managed it. They'd only just had time to have a change in the parent and baby room, Bastiaan crying the whole time, and get to the gate just in time for them to board first. He can't leave it as late as he did when he was racing. Not anymore. Just another thing that has to change. It would be easier to list what's stayed the same. Nothing.

"Looks like you both needed that nap," Daniel says, pointing at Bastiaan, who's still flat out against Max's chest.

"It must be very scary when everything's new," Max says. He doesn't want to wake the baby, but he wants to cuddle him and touch his little hand and make sure everything's okay. He hadn't imagined wanting to be so close to his baby. No one had warned him it was going to be like this. "He's only been at home."

"Yeah," Daniel says. "Flying's bad enough when you do know what you're doing. I got you a sandwich too, didn't know if you'd be hungry when you woke up."

Max is fucking ravenous. He devours a jambon beurre sandwich holding a napkin between it and the top of Bastiaan's head; Bastiaan's time on this earth has not been crumb free so far but Max suspects he should at least try and not cover his baby in food every time he eats.

"So, how have you been?" Daniel asks.

Max looks at him. The last time he'd seen Daniel was in Austria in 2017. They'd filmed this stupid thing with caravans on the track in the run up to the race; Max hadn't laughed as much in ages. It had been his best non-racing day in a long time. Max had qualified in sixth for the race proper, one place behind Daniel. He'd had a good feeling. Then he'd smashed off the track ten laps in, smashed into the barriers, and smashed into hospital needing emergency surgery on his fucked-up leg. They'd airlifted him somewhere else in the end, Max trying and failing to hide the worst of his concussion from everyone around him, but it had been weeks and weeks before Max could look at a screen. By then it didn't really matter anymore. He'd been dropped from the team, and thanks to his dad, later quietly dropped from the Red Bull programme full stop.

"Okay," Max lies. "I've been okay."

"Okay," Daniel says. "Keeping busy?"

Max thinks about the early mornings he'd spent floating in the sea by his little place. Bastiaan had liked the waves, but he'd just been a bump then. A little baby bump. He'd seemed happy when Max was floating, and he'd liked it when Max went swimming. Max had felt weightless. Free.

He thinks about Celine, bringing him a stool so he could get off his feet while he helped her make sandwiches. About how nice it had been to sit down.

"Yeah," Max says, which is meaningless. So much of the last two years has felt like he's been underwater. It still feels like that, but now he's got his baby who he's got to keep afloat. He'll hold Bastiaan above the waves no matter what the cost. "Have you been busy?" He doesn't ask why Daniel's at Renault now. Why he left Red Bull.

Daniel just grins. "Kind of," he says. "It's always busy, though, isn't it? You want to nap a bit more until we land? You look like you could do with the sleep, and if he's still asleep you should take advantage of it."

Max, grateful, nods. His hand is splayed across Bastiaan's back, supporting his little head. Max closes his eyes.

He doesn't nap, but he doesn't have to think either. That's got to be better right now.

He leans his cheek against Daniel's shoulder again. Pretends to be asleep again. Daniel doesn't push him off, and Max doesn't think about how nobody's touched him in friendship in a very, very long time.

Twenty minutes until landing. Then: Cyril. A future, maybe. A drive.

Maybe he can finally come up for air.

part four at the masterpost here.

#fic fic tumblr fic #maxiel #my fic #the mpreg train is leaving the station #(again)#rivers of light #fic i wish i was writing

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twobluejeans · 2 years ago

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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2: wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 4! the drama goes on. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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yourinstagram thank u manchester & london for an amazing 5 days. you guys were so much fun to play for. i also wanna say thank you to my two beautiful children @oliviarodrigo @gracieabrams, eternally grateful for u guys flying in last minute to leave manchester w a bang. love u all so so much. see u soon amsterdam🖤

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oliviarodrigo 🥹🥹🥹🥹

gracieabrams i love you thank you 🤍

augustbridgelvr my founding fathers

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yourinstagram happy independence day from me n a few of my favorite people 🤍

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arianagrande love uuu!!!

yourinstagram arianagrande i love u more

canyonmoondeservesjustice why can i not picture all of them in the same room like 🧍🏽‍♀️

danielriccardo damn who’s that guy on the 3rd pic in white?? he’s so 😍😍

landonoriss danielriccardo me when i lie

yourinstagram danielriccardo ur gonna let him do u like that??

danielriccardo landonorris yourinstagram girl bye you’re just jealous you aren’t as pretty as me 🤷

danielriccardo notice how it got quiet. EXACTLY.🙄

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charlesleclercdaily Charles and Lola Ransdell at Wimbledon today!

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kingofmyh3art_ bye i’m crying he really out here winning the idgaf war 😭😭

55sainzleclerx Bro i can't get over the fact that she's the spitting image of Y/n

landoxcharles16 no bc why is every f1 driver entering their hoe era

szafanaccount12 landoxcharles16 no literally like charles gives me the ick now

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youtolerateity/n dad pls wake up and come home

driverczains he looks so nice too UGHH

i2lvsrry She said to him that her favorite album was lover lol 💀😭

purrfecy/n/n i2lvsrry SHE DID NOT 💀

enchntdtwilight i2lvsrry SHE ALSO SAID THAT HE JUST SMILED AND LAUGHED AFTER SHE TOLD HIM

lewis44girls enchntdtwilight how do you know that??

enchntdtwilight lewis44girls I saw the original video on tik tok and she said that in a comment.

replovers hi 👋 im the girl in the picture! i was scared to approach him bc he was eating dinner with his new gf and i didn’t want to disturb him or anything so i waited until he was done. charles was very nice and talkative. i did mention that my favorite album was lover bc..it is. he just smiled and awkwardly chuckled. he then changed the subject and i got the hint. his new girlfriend, lola, actually took the photo too. she looks mean but she’s actually really nice, i can’t lie. she complimented my shoes. she was standing besides charles the whole time and had her hands locked with his, she looked kind of uncomfortable to be around cameras and get that kind of attention which is understandable yk.

mrrwoballstyles bruh they’re literally betty, august, and james 😭 NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE BECOMING REAL

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lolaransdell two tickets for barbie please

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ricciardofavboy i could SMELL the comments

herbffsinsta gorgeous gorgeous girly

lolaransdell herbffsinsta love uuu

grussellgirl where’s charles?

goldenstyles wow the power of plastic surgery and good lighting

haileybieber She knows she's the hottest 😍😍

itsainzleclerc remember u were a fan girl bye

y/nzone The only way this girl got famous was because of Charles. Other than that, nobody would have known who she was except her friends and now she pops up on Google and YouTube.

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ally's radio 📻 : so, um, secrets out? anyways, screw charles! #JUSTICEFORY/N2023 (this took me 3 hrs to make bruh, free me)

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charmedreincarnation · 1 year ago

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Let me share you some examples of people outside of a spiritual realm using the law of consciousness. Reading about placebo opened my eyes to realize whether I believe it or not, use it or not, it is always operating.

1. During wartime, particularly in World War II, when medical supplies were limited, the use of a saline solution as a placebo became prevalent. One notable figure associated with this practice is Henry Beecher, a medic during the war. When morphine, a powerful painkiller, was scarce, Beecher resorted to injecting injured soldiers with a saline solution (a mixture of salt and water) as a substitute.The fascinating observation was that many soldiers responded positively to the saline placebo, reporting a reduction in pain. Beecher’s experience led him to further investigate what is now known as the placebo effect. He discovered that even inert substances like saline could elicit a therapeutic response in individuals, highlighting the power of belief and the mind’s influence on healing. Using saline as a placebo during wartime was a practical solution to address the scarcity of medical resources. It allowed healthcare providers to provide some form of treatment while conserving limited supplies for critical cases. The phenomenon observed in these wartime placebo administrations contributed to our understanding of the placebo effect and its role in medical practices.

2. And then there was another placebo test done with surgeries demonstrated the power of the placebo effect in the context of surgical interventions for knee pain.

The study, often referred to as the “fake leg surgery” study, focused on patients with osteoarthritis in the knee. Participants were randomly assigned to either receive real arthroscopic surgery or undergo a sham procedure where no actual surgical intervention took place. The sham surgery involved making small incisions and mimicking the actions and sounds associated with the actual procedure.The surprising finding was that both groups, those who underwent real surgery and those who had the sham surgery, reported similar improvements in their knee pain and functionality. This suggested that the positive outcomes experienced by the participants were not necessarily due to the physical intervention but rather to psychological factors such as the placebo effect.

3. The most fascinating one was this one: The study aimed to explore the role of mindset in reversing some aspects of aging.

In this experiment, Langer and her team created a simulated environment reminiscent of the 1950s to immerse a group of elderly participants. The participants were instructed to act as though they were 20 years younger and encouraged to engage in activities that required physical and mental activity. It aimed to create an atmosphere where the participants felt as if they were stepping back in time.The results of the experiment were described as astonishing. Participants reportedly experienced improvements in various areas, including physical health, cognition, and overall well-being. The study suggested that by changing one’s mindset and engaging in an environment that challenges typical aging stereotypes, individuals may experience positive effects on various aspects of their lives.

4. The Man Who Overdosed on Placebo" is a story about a 26-year-old man, often referred to as "Mr. A," who was part of a clinical trial for an antidepressant drug. In a desperate state of mind, he attempted suicide by ingesting 29 capsules of what he believed to be the experimental drug. This act was triggered by his depression, which had worsened after a breakup with his girlfriend.

However, unbeknownst to him, the pills he had taken were not the actual antidepressant, but rather placebos - essentially inert substances, often sugar pills, used in clinical trials as a control group. Despite this, Mr. A's vitals showed alarming signs similar to those of a drug overdose, reflecting the power of belief over the physical body, a phenomenon known as the "nocebo effect."

The nocebo effect is essentially the evil twin of the placebo effect. While the placebo effect can lead to improvements in health due to positive expectations, the nocebo effect can cause negative symptoms or even exacerbate existing ones due to negative expectations. In this case, Mr. A exhibited symptoms of an overdose solely because he believed he had taken an overdose.

5. Sam Londe, is one of the best but sad classic example of the nocebo effect, as detailed in Dr. Joe Dispenza's book "You Are the Placebo."

Sam Londe was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, a condition known for its grim prognosis. His doctors informed him that he didn't have much time left to live. Accepting this diagnosis, Londe quickly became bedridden and his health deteriorated rapidly, following the trajectory his doctors had predicted.However, upon his death, an autopsy revealed a surprising fact: there was not enough cancer in his body to have caused his death. The small tumor in his esophagus was not large enough or in a position to interfere with his swallowing or breathing. Essentially, Londe didn't die from cancer; he died from believing he was dying of cancer.

This case demonstrates the power of the mind over the body, both positively (the placebo effect) and negatively (the nocebo effect). In this case, Londe's negative beliefs about his prognosis led to physical symptoms and ultimately his death.

I've seen dozens of examples where of stuff like this particularly in the realms of hexing and witchcraft. Honestly, the same could probably be said about subliminals. But it doesn't matter much.Why? Because they work. It's all about observation and choice. You could say it’s the mind but the mind operates on logic. This goes beyond the mind and to your true being, what observes the mind observing the pain in the first place.

Actually I was talking to someone who had been struggling with shifting for a while about this and it really resonated with her which is why I decided to share it. She took a water bottle, labeled it shifting juice and just assumed that when she finishes the bottle she has “full access to shifting powers” is that how it works. Nope. Did she shift after two years of struggling. Yep. It doesn’t matter what story you create yourself whether you want to use logic or not whatever you assume and persist in and know as a fact will harden into truth and therefore reality.I just wanted to share this story bc I find it absolutely hilarious how we sometimes take it so seriously yet it can be so easy. I know placebo is just an assumption. It’s like when you tell children you checked under their bed for the monsters and drafted them and they assume so so they can sleep soundly at night. Call it whatever you want assumption, placebo, it’s all just words and each community calls it something different but at the end of the day it works wether you know the truth behind it or not.

#law of assumption #manifesation #reality shifting

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