#he’s also hyper mobile because I said so

[yeehawthethird]

Chase Davenport has very loud bones

[haute-pockette]

More Turtle Tot Headcanons cause this is all I think about

You know how they all fit in Splinter’s hands at first and now they’re human sized?

Yeah, they had a lot of growing pains to catch up to the growth curve of humans

They didn’t just feel it in their legs though they also felt it in their shells

Splinter kept lots of kids Tylenol in stock for really bad nights the boys couldn’t fall asleep because of it

The boys now have a deep hatred of anything bubblegum flavored cause that’s the only flavor of medicine Splinter ever got for them

They used to all sleep in a crate full of blankets together when they were itty-bitty

They were so used to turtle piles none of them wanted their own room when they were big enough to have separate beds

They’d share a bed then a bunkbed was thrown together

But it wasn’t long after that their personalities got distinct enough to want their own spaces

Mikey would regularly ‘sleepover’ in his brother’s rooms 

Leo and Donnie would also sometimes sneak into each other’s room for night time cuddles after nightmares

If everyone was having a bad day though it was most common for Raph’s room to be filled with turtles

Raph used to have a lisp as a kid

He practiced copying Lou Jitsu’s lines to try and get rid of it

But when he’s really stressed or talking too fast it tends to make itself present again

Donnie spent a lot more time in water when he was little

He hated the feeling of his shell being dry

So they tied a sponge to his back to keep him moist and protect his shell

Mikey used to get hiccups all the time and he’d cry if they made him wake up

I know I said in another post that Donnie is the most flexible, but that’s only in the spine

Mikey is hyper-mobile (aka double jointed) which helps him fit his longer limbs into his shell

It freaked Splinter out the first few times he saw the baby bend his fingers backwards

The first time they went topside Splinter took them to a playground in the middle of the night

The spiral slide and the jungle gym were the two biggest hits

Leo loved the swings and tried to loop over the bar

He managed to get parallel with the ground but wound up launching off the swing and into the wood chips 

Crying ensued and they went home to get him some cartoon bandaids and hot chocolate

[16-animated-rats-in-a-trenchcoat]

Some Funky Little BSD Headcanons

Dazai really struggles with concept of ‘getting better’. Partly because he doesn’t feel human and doesn’t deserve happiness and partly because so much of his identity is related to his mental illness and trauma that he cannot conceptualise a world where he feels like life is worth living. 

Atsushi is the type of person to just not realise something is normal. For example, once he was walking with Kunikida, tripped and popped his hip out of place. He casually pushed it back in and continued with his day. Much to Atsushi’s surprise, this was not in fact “normal” and not everyone has “funky joints”. He is just hyper mobile and probably has H-EDS and didn’t realise that everyone else’s joints didn’t sublux on the regular (he is me). 

Kunikida has pretty severe OCD. His notebook is the source of a lot of his compulsions. “If I don’t follow these ideals perfectly, everyone I love will die and it’ll be all my fault” type of thing. The notebook definitely did not start that way but eventually, he kind of just spiralled. Kunikida is also the only person at the agency with common sense so he does go to therapy and things are going well :)  (note: I actually don't know much about ocd so please correct me if anything seems out of place or offensive in anyway)

Kenji and Kyouka bake together on the weekends. It started when Kyouka was talking about her favourite crepe place when Kenji chimed in and said “City folk are so weird, why would you buy something you could just make yourself!”. It’s now a common occurrence to have a new desert in the ADA break room on Mondays as a result of their weekend baking experiments. (These baking sessions are also their only real chance to be actual children)

Yosano feels very protective over Kenji and Kyouka because she knows what it’s like to have your childhood stolen from you. She steps up and kind of acts like the ‘cool aunt’. She will take them on weekend outing and such. It’s also very healing for her, to be able to give them what she wishes she had. 

Ranpo loves poetry because a) it’s short and b) because of the length there isn’t really anything for him to deduce. Poetry also allows his brain to still do something since all the symbolism needs to be deciphered. Overall, it’s generally just an enjoyable experience.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

I also (almost typed aslo again, stupid dyslexia) think about the scene where Erza was retracting Natsu to read and how she put emphasis on characters and words that looked similar (making me think he struggled with those) implying that he may be dyslexic

Also the Magic Cancer from the Alverez arc bothered me so much, because how the fuck do you mistake “Two types of magic fighting for control” for “Antimagic tumor” it feels like the symptoms of those wouldn’t be at all similar, two types of magic fighting for control feels like it would cause an overflow of magic exiting the body which is now how the doctor lady (whose name I can’t spell) described it behaving?? Also the fact that he just went “No” and got better??? THIS FEELS LIKE IT SHOULD BE A MUCH BIGGER DEAL

So ig what I’m saying is when I finally get around to writing a fic Natsu is keeping the Magic cancer/ two magics fighting for control issue. Because Cronic illness does not get much representation in media

Man, I wish I could find back a post i had about Natsu being dyslexic but *slaps Natsu on the back* this boi can fit sooo many hcs- dyslexia, adhd, autism, dyscalculia, etc. Who's doin it like him tbh.

The Magic Cancer plot point also pissed me off because it felt less like something that was given thought and more like something that was hurriedly put in there to create artificial tension (which really is something that can be said about almost everything in alvarez!)

I personally reeeeeeeally don't like it. The dislike is almost strong enough to bring out the haterism in me because it feels so contrived. Oh no! My protag is suddenly sick at the mid point of the final arc because uhhhh *checks notes* he developed magic cancer suddenly when he was hale and hearty enough to win a fight literally just a chapter ago.

The idea of having 2 conflicting magics in him making him sick in his unawakened END state though? That's a fire idea.

Now if that one was being built up from a while (hmmm lemme say around his return from the post tartarus 1 yr timeskip where it's noticeable to others that he tires quicker/ is always napping, y'know things along those lines) that could've been an excellent sign of the growing demonic energy within him (specially since after tartarus Zeref has the book of END in his possession so he could easily be fuckin with it to do this to Natsu. oooh mystery, intrigue, and so on and so forth) and in turn put some more strength to the whole thing of Natsu's demonic side slowly awakening.

Also something something Natsu's demonic energy making him sick/eating him alive from the inside yet he still keeps it hidden from his friends, something something Natsu holding down most of his emotions from his friends. Something something, parallels.

(Also on that last lil point bout chronic illness I personally make Laxus the chronically ill king he should be because canon said he used to be super sickly as a kid and i latched onto it. With regard to Natsu though in my head he's got joint hyper-mobility because uhhhhhh, i like the idea of him being super flexible being very fun and uhhhh i think i should be able to project every once in a while ok byeeeeeeee)

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Nagi Usui from The World Ends With You the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Nagi-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Nagi Usui in the bottom left corner, her glasses are all white and there is blue lightning coming off her. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"Has a special interest in EleStra, a mobile game, and it is her main motivation to live (or to come back to life, at least). Has an unusually formal, sometimes awkward manner of speech; often refers to others with Lord/Lady honorifics. Hyper-empathetic; can sense when people are masking their feelings, and is strongly affected by others' negative thoughts and emotions. Her power allows her to go into others' minds, but she dislikes doing it, both for their privacy and because dealing with their strong emotions exhausts her. Puts significant thought and care into her interactions, calculating every aspect of her behavior when communicating."

"Winner of the The World Ends With You autism bracket! Nagi is very emotionally perceptive and is easily overwhelmed by others' emotions, suggesting hyperempathy. She has a big interest in a game called Elestra, which she talks about often and relates situations from it to situations in real life. She particularly loves one character from the game, and pretends that someone from real life that she knows is that character. While Nagi is very empathetic, she struggles to see things from the point of view of those who are very different from her."

"Trapped in a death game and her sole motivation for escaping is to get back to playing her fave video game which she hyperfixates on. She has a speaking quirk where she talks very eloquently and overly formal and makes a lot of sounds/unintelligible noises to express when she’s feeling excited. Hyper empathetic and makes an active conscious effort to understand and communicate with people, calling it a skill that can be honed like any other."

"Literally died and landed in a death game, but was more worried about not being able to play the next chapter of her gacha game hyperfixation than y'know, being dead She is also hyperempathetic and makes So Many Noises"

" "I am simply aware of the importance of communication. And I take great pains to ensure my interactions with others remain as peaceful as possible. Asking questions. Gauging responses. Reacting aptly. I leverage every element at my disposal—actions, words, emojis, anything at all—to ensure everyone feels welcome.” - This is a direct quote from the game, which should be pretty autistic on its own. But wait, there's more! This is how she's able to Dive into other people's souls and help rid them of their inner demons. When she ends up in a three-week-long series of death games in another layer of reality played by the dead for a second chance at life, her motivation to get back is that there's a new chapter of her special interest mobile game and she can't play it until she's done with all of it. She joins the team because there's a dude who looks eerily like her favorite character who hangs around with them. Her arc resolves not by being less interested in EleStra (said special interest mobile game,) but by getting someone else who she'd previously had trouble getting along with because he spent the game masking INTO EleStra, on the grounds it'll help him cope with grief and improve his social skills. Nagi was voted Most Autistic Swag of the game duology in a fandom tournament, and this is saying something because you can make a case for like 60% of the cast at a low estimate being readable as autistic. She is an autistic queen."

"She obsesses over a mobile game (and one of her teammates because he looks JUST LIKE her blorbo/husbando). She has an ita bag covered in pins of said blorbo. She speaks in an old-timey fashion (she's 19 in modern day Tokyo) and refers to others as "Lord/Lady [Name]". AND she refers that special interest game to others as a way to "heal (their) hearts." She was voted Most Autistic TWEWY character on tumblr in a finals match against someone who's literally nonverbal with a special interest in tech who talks EXCLUSIVELY using text and rarely facially emotes. That's how autistic she is."

"Nagi is described as devoting most of, if not all her time to her pastimes, especially for a certain in-universe mobile game (Elegant Strategy, or EleStra), which she carries an itabag completely decorated with merch of a singular character from the aforementioned game, from several buttons and pins, to a charm, to a keychain plushie. She is also described as "more of a subdued character who can't assimilate into a social environment as easily as other people" by her character designer. I could go on but I'm not sure how to put concepts into words"

"She has an INTENSE special interest in a mobile game called Elegant Strategy to the point where playing it is her main motivation for trying to escape the literal actual death game she gets chucked into. She is highly empathetic which is highlighted by her psych (essentially the magic system in this game) being the ability to dive into other people's minds. She is extremely observant and puts a lot of effort into effectively communicating with the people around her, calling things like jokes or emojis "tools" to make sure everyone has a good time. The twewy fandom hosted an autism poll and she won so she absolutely deserves to go here" End ID.]

[disabled-dragoon]

You don't have to answer this ask if you don't want to but I kinda need advice and I do not know where to start.

This is going to be a long vent I am so sorry.

I'm a minor and I have chronic pain. When I was young I was always told I had hyper mobility because my dad has it (that was a lie). I was also told that it was untreatable, incurable and I could do nothing but live my life in pain (again a lie).

A few years ago I started spiraling down disability/mobility aid youtube, because I was in so much pain and I could barely walk. Which made me have to stop ballet, and that made some of it better.

Anyways, a few months ago I went to my physiotherapist and mentioned my hyper mobility. She said I didn't have it, and did the exam on me. She also said that my chronic pain came from not sporting enough (i stopped sporting because of my pain.)

Either way that kinda broke me, because there was no explanation for anything and I was still in pain. So I went to my local doctor and she said I probably have fibromyalgia and she said I should go to a special physiotherapy (I have school and exams and I said I'll do it after I finish high school, she thought that was a good plan).

But yeah, I am still in pain right now. And I kinda want mobility aids because there are days I can barely walk. I discussed this with my mum, and she kinda doesn't know what to do with it. I just want to go to the doctor and ask them, but I don't know how to convince her.

My dad is apparently anti-mobility aids, and he also said he lied about being hyper mobile. He says he has this unnamed thing going on, and that I should do the thing his physiotherapist told him to do, like 30 years ago. For a disorder that didn't exist back then and he doesn't know anything about. As in, he doesn't even know -what- condition he has.

Oh his advice btw was to not try to find external help, but fixing it myself because that's the only way to get rid of the pain.

I'm so pissed off about it, but I know talking to him wouldn't help (he's kinda bad dad like that).

I just feel sick because of the pain and I don't know what to do. It really sucks it really really sucks.

I don't know if you can give any advice or anything at all, but anything would be appreciated.

- 💚

I don't know if there is much advice that I can give you in this situation, unfortunately. My fear is possibly making the situation worse for you, and I do not wish to do that.

I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this. It sounds awful, but it's good to see that you are trying to take steps to make things better, however difficult they may be at the moment.

That first physiotherapist was ridiculous, good on you for getting a second opinion. Waiting for physiotherapy isn't ideal, but I'm glad you have the option for the future and I really hope it helps you. You should never do exercise beyond your comfort levels, however, if you want to look into some light physio-like exercises while you're waiting to see if helps at all, I have some links here that may be useful to check out:

Justin Agustin: A fitness influencer who does a lot of videos on "beginner workouts" and gentle exercises to help with mobility. Actually, all of the exercises in this video are exercises that I have done in my own physio at some point.

Alycia Klein: This woman has the same condition that I do- Hereditary Spastic Paraplegia- and posts videos about exercises and stretches to help with muscle spasticity and pain. I know it is not the same, but it could be of some use to browse. She is actually mentioned on the official Spastic Paraplegia Foundation website as a reputable resource.

Gentle Chair Yoga: Yes we're all sick of the "have you tried yoga" comments, but hear me out on this! Chair exercise can be incredibly beneficial for those of us who simply cannot stand long enough for much else. And this video, though 9 years old, is created by the Canadian LEAP service.

None of these resources are substitutes for actual medical advice, of course, and you should never try and push yourself beyond your limits if you do try them, but I am putting them here in case you decide to look into them.

In terms of mobility aids, other than sitting your mother down and discussing it with her, I do not have much advice here. I would recommend doing some research into exactly what type of mobility aid may be best for you, and, if possible, having a trusted adult and/or acquaintance in the room with you while you talk to her. It can make the discussion easier, should you choose to do it. Also, sometimes it can be easier if a professional- such as a teacher- brings the issue up with them first so you don't have to be the one to broach the subject first.

You're going through a difficult time and it's easy to start to feel like no one is listening to you. But that's not true, and you always have a space here to vent or seek advice if you ever need it.

Take care, anon.

[awetistic-things]

okay sooooo i went to see a psychologist two years ago and she said that i fulfilled the criteria for autism. but then i went to see another psychologist and she said that i wasn’t neurodivergent. it’s kinda confusing but maybe it’s because in the second assessment i was masking my symptoms a lot more because i was a lot more aware of them???because college has been incredibly difficult for me with the disruption in my routine and also i’ve always had an issue with food and sensory issues. my mum thought that i was autistic when i was 15 because of my problems with food. i also have some hyper mobility and when i was younger i saw a speech therapist and i had additional classes for maths because i found it difficult. i also have bad hand eye coordination and find sports difficult.. also idk if this classifies as a special interest or not but when i was 17 i loved gilmore girls.

i watched it once and then during the summertime i watched it four times back to back, also bought all seven seasons on dvd. another thing about me is that this summer i loved stranger things so much that i would spend hours on end analysing it.

do you think that’s similar to anyone else’s experiences on here ??? i’m a little thrown off because of what the second psychologist said😭 but also maybe this is just me but does anyone on here find that people who are loud and bubbly are overwhelming to be around… because they’re always talking and it can be quite overwhelming… and they can just be so bubbly that it’s hard to keep up… they’re so loud that it’s hard to be around them…

i also find the sound of people eating so annoying like the texture and sound is just too much for me also the smells , i find really hard to deal with unless it’s something nice like chocolate or pizza. i just feel like i can get so attached to people really easily and they just aren’t like that and tend to take advantage of me😭😭 but idk if i’m autistic🫠🫠 does anyone find that this relates to them too?obvi you can’t diagnose me, just wondering if anyone relates.

also, i did a couple of tests on here and here are my results.

autism spectrum quotient: 27 out of 50

RAADS-R: 140 out of 227

empathy quotient: 26 out of 80

clinical partners test: 20 out of 30

aspie quiz: 127 of 200

AQ 10: 5 out of 10

AQ: 23

toronto empathy quotient: 60 out of 64

masking test: 131

hey :)

i definitely think your masking in your second appointment contributed to your psychologist saying they don’t believe you’re neurodivergent

as for relatability to what you’re saying, i pretty much relate to all of it:

- i love being friends with bubbly people, but sometimes being around them when i’m already overstimulated makes things excessively difficult

- i hate, hate, HATE the sound of chewing. like once i full-on screamed at my brother just because he was eating, just eating

- smell is a really, really big thing for me personally. it really wasn’t until recently, but it has resulted in me walking around my own home with a mask on (lathered in Aveeno baby lavender lotion)

- i open up to people stupid quickly, ending in hella over-sharing because i just don’t know the correct amount of information to tell someone at a time. people may have used this against me at certain points in time, but i genuinely could have not noticed 😭

- i definitely get your stranger things special interest, because that was me with “avatar: the last airbender” i mean i could not go 40 minutes without talking about that damn show much less thinking about it

[outofangband]

Can you talk a bit about how Maedhros' five senses have been changed by his captivity?

Oh absolutely! I actually had a five part fic thing about that plus some bonus senses but this is a great idea to both compile things I previously said and add new ones

Angband World Building and Aftermath of Captivity Masterlist

CW: ableism/stigma towards survivors, assigning morality to symptoms, affects of torture

As always please feel free to ask more! I wrote this in between breaks at work so I hope it’s ok!

Sight/Light/Dark/Eyes

This and touch are probably what I’ve talked about the most

Maedhros suffers damage to one eye during his captivity from a venom. The damage to his vision mostly heals though the scar remains and he has some lingering headaches and occasional issues with depth perception

More troubling for him and others is the photosensitivity he experiences for awhile after his rescue. Maedhros seems repulsed, pained by the light. It makes sense of course. In Angband, he’s kept in darkness, dim chambers, clouded heights, often pitch black cells where the only light is from distant torches for so long not to mention the light he’s exposed to after his rescue is completely unfamiliar to him.

Maedhros strongly dislikes the Sun, shies away from it, has an almost visceral reaction to the curtains being opened (as seen in the wonderful illustration @ekalita-blr did for me ☀️☀️☀️☀️)

This of course adds to the speculation and rumors around him. Even from those who are aware of the physical reasons for his reaction, who understand the consequences of going from a dark, dim environment to open daylight, can be caught up in the unfortunate political and cultural implications of shying away from the light.

Even in the years after when the more physical affects have lessened, Maedhros never fully becomes used to sunlight and the stories of the Noldorin king then prince who longed for the dark he was rescued from never quite leave him either

His eyes unsurprisingly become more attuned to the darkness and he becomes well adept at navigating without sight.

We can also go into other potential modifications.

Hearing/Quiet/Balance/Vestibular

Maedhros’s physical ability to hear is largely unaffected but a lot of his hyper vigilance manifests in increased sensitivity to sound, awareness and detection of noise and dislike of loud noises. Conversely, he is also often unsettled by quiet.

Maedhros does suffer ringing headaches and some difficulties with balance in the first few years after his rescue. This in in part due to damage to his vestibular system as well as muscular damage that affects aspects of mobility in general.

Smell and taste

Like hearing, it’s largely unaffected physically but there are a number of olfactory triggers caused by Angband and many elicit a very physical reaction including gagging or even retching

Touch

Definitely the area I’ve talked about most. I’ve largely focused on the psychological aspects in other posts though so here’s more physical.

Maedhros suffers extensive muscular, nerve and tissue damage in Angband that affects his sensations. His legs have large areas around his thighs and calves for example that have all but lost sensation though occasionally get pins and needles or stinging sensations.

Two fingertips on his left hand have also lost sensation.

The psychological aspects I’ve gone into before but I’m always happy to talk more if anyone wants to ask 🍃

This is from a variety of forms of abuse and neglect including deliberate damage and extended enforced immobility

I talked about temperature perception here!

Proprioception

This one is rather complicated because I personally have neurological issues that affect my proprioception so it’s very hard for me to describe in others.

I think that it is heavily damaged for Maedhros though in both physical and psychological ways. Extreme dissociation can manifest as difficulties with proprioception and I think this comes up a lot. Related to balance/vestibular as well, Maedhros has waves of vertigo that often come with severe lack of orientation

[misssakuramochi]

Hehe am back with another request cause i really liked the persona one this time is fire emblem time

Fire Emblem (any of the games is fine I’ve played all 3 just surprise me) male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Who I dont want to be matched with: teachers/church of Seros, virion fredrick, gunther

Thanks again

I match you with...

DEDUE

Dedue was the first person who came to mind for you! On one hand, your somewhat similar in the way you love, protect, and care for those close to you. You're kind of a mom/dad friend couple of the group! Both of you take care of one another when you get so wrapped up in caring for others that you forget yourselves. Your soft spoken and respectful nature draws Dedue in, and your earnest efforts melt his heart. He thinks your shyer side is the cutest, but he also understands being introverted ad an introvert himself, and never puts you in situations that make you uncomfortable. In fact, he's quite protective of you at all times.

HEADCANONS

○ Small and cute you say? When no one is around to make comment, Dedue loves to carry you. It's no trouble for him, hulking man he is, and he loves how close and useful he feels when he holds you that way.

○ Dedue knows how much words of affirmation mean to you. He's not the type to shower you with frivolous compliments, but whenever you do well he's always sure to give you genuine praise and tell you how proud he is. If anything, knowing how serious and earnest he is, it makes that mean all the more.

○ Along those lines, Dedue is a fantastic listener. Even when you think he's not paying attention, he'll surprise you by leaving small gifts of things you said you wanted, or you'll come home to find something you've dreaded doing done for you. Not only does Dedue listen, bit he proves it.

○ Because you're not the most confident person, you thought Dedue didn't like you at first! He tried to push you away, not wanting you caught up in his problems, but he couldn't stand to see how much it hurt you when he did. With a little pushing from literally all of his friends, and Dimitri in particular, Dedue caught you off guard completely when he told you his feelings.

[truth-bound]

went to a rheumatologist yesterday! doctor told me that i hit 7/9 of the markers in the physical exam for hEDS but still wanted to do lab work for lupus. though my mom noted that my knees hyperextended the moment he looked away XD. But he confirmed i DEFINITELY am hyper mobile.

he also said that i should never do yoga and i should be careful about exercise, no athletics. he said light walks and maybe very low impact weights could help. he wants to get me on physical therapy and possibly recommend braces if it doesnt work.

as for now... im not really sure what to expect. he doesnt want me lifting super heavy stuff and said i should take breaks if i feel even a bit out of it. its weird to me because i never thought of myself as so delicate but ive always known i cant do as much as an average guy.

i wonder if swimming would be a good idea for me... just have to get over my squick of water/pools. hes really emphasizing preventing injury to my joints.

its an interesting thought. i dont need mobility aids at all, and hopefully not in the future (no hate towards mobility aid users im glad yall have stuff u can use to help/empower u, i just would rather not because i dont want to have my body deteriorating so much that ill need one... but if it ends up someday i will then ill take it with pride.)

i wonder how much exercise is too much? im not exactly an active person but its still odd to hear a doctor say to limit it.

[steamishot]

comfort zone

feeling sad/emotional these days - some due to circumstances, some due to PMSing. last week, i had two main events that were very out of my comfort zone. 

matt’s graduation party, where the majority of people there are doctors

meeting my reddit friend K in person after two years of solely chatting online

i was more nervous about event 2 than event 1, where i almost dreaded going and wanted to make up an excuse to do a raincheck lol. 

event 1: i was nervous about the thought of going into a party of all doctors, and being judged for whatever reason. i had assumed we would all have to sit in a round table and converse with each other and do small talk. in reality, i forget that we are in NYC and people aren’t as fake here. on most occasions, matt just introduced me, we said hi to others and their partners, and then went along with our day. no pressure to fake it or do small talk. i even saw some other asocial people so it made me feel more comfortable. matt also stuck by my side the whole night and there was an open bar. the graduation party consisted of mingling, listening to speeches, watching a slideshow, standing in line to get food buffet style and eating for 10 minutes before continuing to mingle and dance. everyone was very mobile so there was no expectations to just sit and chat at the tables which i dislike. after attending this kind of party (with hyper busy people who are mainly focused on themselves), i almost prefer it to a regular party haha. 

anyway, i drank too much this night and felt like crap the next day. it was the first time matt and i got dressed up to attend an event together. due to not being so girly nor social, i didn’t have any new-ish dresses to wear. i ended up choosing to wear a F21 mock neck velvet dress from my college days. the associate program director, who is like matt’s “uncle”, since they are from the same region in china - said to him “you’re the luckiest guy in the world!” when we first walked in. and then just yesterday after browsing the event photos, texted him saying that i was the most beautiful guest and that my dress is gorgeous LOL. 

event 2: i was also a little nervous about being judged by K, because she’s a harvard and CMU grad and has personally told me that she associates with other “elitists”. most of her friends are also harvard grads and thereby, have a higher than average socioeconomic status. additionally, i was nervous in the case that we didn’t get along as well in person, that it would ruin our online friendship of two years! it wasn’t like any other low-stake bumble meetup. she had just come from boston and mentioned hating NYC lol, so she seemed pretty gentle and meek. she noticeably seemed overwhelmed by the stimulants of NYC. it took her a while to warm up to me, but she’s very genuine and i understand her character more after seeing her in person. we seemed to get along fine, at least for the two hours of hanging out, but she is definitely a lot more intellectual than i am haha. this meeting has made us closer and she’s been texting me more/sharing more since. 

residency: we are in the home stretch and i feel as impatient as ever! finally, matt has the time to lounge, rest up, and rejuvenate since JANUARY. his days off prior had been filled up looking for jobs, interviewing, then doing administrative tasks for his new jobs/credentialing/licensure etc, board reviews, planning for a trip, current work related things etc. it’s similar to how i feel after he gets off a month of hard rotations or whatever but on crack. i have an expectation that once it gets easier, that he can just bounce back... but that’s never the case. we fall into this trap of being selfish (he wants his time for himself, i want his time for me) and neither of us are wrong. it’s just sometimes hard to find a balance that works for us without emotions getting in the way. we are both pretty deprived people lol.

the longer we are in residency and seeing how it has beaten down matt (and thereby me), the more emotional i feel about the journey and comparison to the “normal people” counterpart, wondering if it’s even worth it. i found it’s actually painful sometimes to see “normal” people living “normal” lives, having a not so imbalanced division of labor at home, a balance of emotional labor, having this “work-life balance” that seems so out of reach for us. when i had lunch with two friends this weekend, hearing about how they and their partners were able to go on hikes/spend weekends together, how they divide cooking/cleaning, and just overall having a much slower paced life in general, made me feel sad and like i’m living in an alternate universe. 

we are so close to the finish line, but the reality is that people don’t just bounce back after years of living in this condition. following residency subreddits, it seems like the general timeline is 4-5 months out of residency do you start becoming a “normal” human being again. it’s sad that i’ve been looking forward to the “end of residency” as if this lifestyle is an on/off switch, but it’s not. 

P U S H T H R O U G H

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Two Nerds, One Bed || Spengler x reader

Title: Two Nerds, One Bed (Egon Spengler x gn!reader)

Warnings: Lots of fluff, I feel like Egon might be out of character a bit but.. shhh...

Word Count: 2,200~

Notes: You (reader) celebrate Christmas. You also hate Christmas and would rather not go to your family’s house because I said so…  I am not projecting at all… Gender-neutral reader (but kind of on the feminine side of things just bc I'm used to writing fem readers , but it's also vague enough that it qualifies as gn?? bare with me guys, I’m not used to actually posting my work) I looked up overused yet loved tropes and this one was it. There also may be typos, I’ve gone over this like a hundred times and I keep finding stuff to tweak--Hope you enjoy!

A pretty rude ghost on the outskirts of the city. A two-man job on Christmas week. Now, the Ghostbusters didn’t take out-of-town calls often, but it was a big week and they were feeling generous. The cranky old lady who called said she’d pay handsomely to get the damn thing out of her house. 

Even though he was the one to take the call and accept the job, Venkman had the week planned with Dana, so he dumped the work on someone else. Winston was with his family, so he couldn’t and wouldn’t take it. While Ray stayed in New York, he was doing his own celebrating with his beloved "Ecto-mobile" and a family of his own.

On the other side of things, Egon was Jewish--but even then, he never really celebrated holidays, so the entire month just felt like a normal month in New York for him. Just a lot more snow and terrible, repetitive music playing on the radio. Work seemed to get busier, the city-people angrier even when they sang of being jolly. He hyper-focused on people’s emotions, always trying to find where it came from… home issues, the cold, he’d never know.

As the last of the gang? You wanted any excuse not to go back home for Christmas. You wanted snow, and you desperately wanted to stay hundreds and hundreds of miles away from your mother asking when you’d get a real job–a desk job–and not some silly performance gig. New York was your new home, ghosts and all. Your family home was left far behind you and forgotten. For the most part.

So, you and Egon were the only two 'busters available for the job. He looked up a hotel near the old lady’s place so that on the way back you two had somewhere to sleep beside the car, and you kept your fingers crossed that it wouldn't be packed when you got there.

 The customer’s name was Gerda, she was a somewhat scary woman in her late 70s–living alone and content as so. She made sure to hammer that into your heads, saying how annoying the surprisingly quiet and low-rank the ghost haunting her was. Ms. Gerda wasn’t exactly the kindest woman, her thick German accent didn’t help much with that, either–but she thanked you after paying cash with weighted appreciation in her mother tongue. Then, she promptly kicked you out.

You left with the ghost trap still smoking, shoving it into the back of the car with the hope that it’d be fine overnight by itself as you drove to the hotel. You packed light, and thankfully neither of you were slimed, so you were mainly clean and sane looking as you entered the very busy lobby. You had stripped to your everyday clothes (plus a few jackets and scarfs for the cold) before walking into the building. It seemed busier inside than out.

You went to the desk ahead of Egon, bitterly cold and overly excited to get into a room with hot tea and a nice shower. And warm sheets, though they wouldn’t be very warm at first. "Sorry, there's only one available at the moment." The young lady at the desk said, blowing a bubble with her pink bubble gum. She didn't seem at all sorry, more annoyed that she had to be working and talking to customers.

Egon raised an eyebrow, noticing your failure to respond fast enough. You were just weighing your options. You and Egon, spending the night in the same room? What would he even think about that? He seemed like he was going to decline, probably offering to drive back to the station while you slept in the passenger seat–he was too nice like that sometimes. You wondered what you did to deserve his kindness.

“We’ll take it,” You said quickly, pulling out your wallet. Egon looked to you as if asking if you were sure, and you just shrugged. “I don’t want to drive all night and I’m sure you don’t either.” You whispered, earning an honest, semi-enthused grunt from the man.

"I'll sleep on the couch. Or the chair. Whatever's there.” Egon said slowly as you made your way down the hallway, your eyes glancing from the number attached to the key, to the room numbers. “You take the bed. I know your back hurts whenever you sleep on anything else," He said as he took the key and opened the door for you. You would’ve laughed at his words had you not fallen victim to his unintentional charm. He was too caring then, it caught you off guard. You simply didn’t spend enough time with the man to warrant such a reaction.

With Venkman, you got flirted with constantly, even when he was in a relationship with Dana. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was genuinely interested, or if he did it for shock factor. Probably the latter, but it was unnerving either way. He’d probably be trying to get you into bed if it’d been Peter who went on this trip with you. Winston, Winston was a good guy and a good friend. But sleeping in the same bed? You’d be embarrassed beyond words. The relationship between the two of you was strictly platonic–the same with Ray. 

But with Egon things were different. Way different. You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him, and your big fat crush on him certainly contributed to the idea that made your face turn red. He was gentle, kind. Awkward. But anyone would be awkward if they were as smart yet stupid as him. 

You were also surprised at how composed you were, taking initiative with the keys and the like. You wondered if Egon found it curious, how quick you were to agree to a one-bed situation. But if he was thinking about it, he didn’t say anything–all the words leaving his mouth were about the sleeping situation instead.

As you looked around the room, you both placed your bag on the bed and inspected the quite sad furniture. "You were saying?" You said. It was only the bed, a desk, and a broken chair–it’s back laying in the corner of the room. 

"The floor looks comfortable," He said, you knew he was joking. You snorted.

"Just sleep with me," You suggested, seemingly unphased. Though inside you certainly were not. At times like then, you were glad Egon couldn't read minds. "It's not like you've got another choice." You sighed, placing your bathroom bag on the nightstand beside you. 

"Plus, I'm not the only one with a bad back, Dr. six foot two.." You joked, your hands pointing towards him and wiggling. The eye contact almost made you drop, your knees threatening to buckle and break.

He blushed at your comment, removing his luggage from the bed just to do something with his hands. "Fine, if you're sure you're comfortable sharing with me." He said, face warm, but you didn’t notice as your mind was elsewhere. Aka, being lost in his eyes, which were then looking anywhere but back into yours.

"Well, why wouldn't I be? You're certainly not Venkman." You joked, but it was true. He was respectful in all regards. If he accidentally touched you, he'd apologize. Not many men did that, not many men you knew at least.

"I trust you," You said, quietly removing your bag as well and putting it on the floor to join Spengler’s. You heard a noise from his side, sounding like he was clearing his throat. You looked away, slightly embarrassed at what you’d admitted. "Well, it's not that late yet.. want a drink? They should have a water heater around here somewhere. Teabags too."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over his knee as he watched you inspect the little kitchen area. "If there are any." He shrugged–a nod somewhere in there as well–an awkward gesture of approval and appreciation. You smiled back.

You found the water heater, put it on, and made the two of you some tea. It wasn't the best tasting tea--they didn't give you any sugar, so you sipped reluctantly the rest of the night just to have something–free–in your stomach.

The hours passed, the clock reached 10 pm. "When do you usually sleep?" You asked as you shimmied your way under the sheets in your pajamas; sweatpants, and a t-shirt. Minus the socks, but you regretted taking them off as it got cold very quickly.

"Not this early," he admitted, pulling the blankets that I stole back over his lap as his eyes fixed on the book in his hand. "You go to sleep at ten, I assume?"

"And wake up at six." You nodded, a yawn escaping your lips. He looked down at you and smiled a bit before closing the book on his bookmark--the one you bought him for his birthday a year ago. He asked for no presents--nothing special, but you couldn't resist. 

"Well, you seem exhausted. Goodnight." You nodded at his words, closing your eyes. A part of you was disappointed at how quick he was to dismiss you to sleep--you had hoped to perhaps talk a bit into the night. But as the lamp light from his side of the bed turned off with the sound of a little click, the room plunged into a quiet darkness.

After a couple minutes you began to shake, you brought your hands to your mouth, hoping your breath would warm you. It took you a couple more minutes before you decided to speak up about it, the cold becoming too much. "Uh. Egon?" 

"Mm?" He didn't sound very tired at all. You felt somewhat silly to sleep next to a man who didn't want to sleep much at all.

"I know you're not big on touching me and stuff--"

"That's not what I meant," He interjected, but you kept talking.

"--but it's like, really, really cold. Can you hold me?" The plea came from your lips quickly, coldly--teeth chattering. You could hear him clear his throat quietly before making an almost inaudible sound of approval.

He turned on his side, bringing you into a hug. A very, very awkward hug. It felt warmer, but it felt a lot more awkward than you expected it to. So, you shifted on your side as well, facing him and pressing your face into him as you snuggled your body into his chest.

He didn't make a sound, but he seemed to have loosened a bit, his arms feeling less robotic around you. "See? Not so hard, now is it?" You giggled into his chest after another nice moment, words muffled into his sleep shirt.

He just tightened his arms around you, one palm laying flat on your back, his thumb rubbing sweet, soothing circles into your shoulder blade.

It felt nice, in that... ‘is this allowed?’ kind of way. You'd liked Egon for a while. Romantically, and not. Beforehand, that was. You were best friends before any real feelings surfaced. And cuddling with him just felt.. so right.

"You feel warm," He commented, causing you to press your hands to his chest, toying with the fabric of his button-up shirt with his matching trousers. God, he was such a silly man. You let yourself breathe, trying to resist the urge to inhale his scent. He smelled like… maplewood and pine. A hint of citrus too, you tried not to lose yourself in his aroma.

You could tell he was trying to see if you were faking it. Perhaps pretending to be cold so you could wrap yourself in his arms. "Mm, you're warmer. You feel so good," You murmured, snuggling closer if it was possible.

He gulped, you felt it, and his heartbeat was beating against your right fist as you balled up his shirt and let it go a few times. 

"Go to sleep," he hissed, and you looked up at him with a scrunched up nose, lightheartedly offended.

"Rude," You said, before scooting up, face closer to him. His eyes seemed to widen, and you couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"You can't sleep with your glasses on, Spengs." You took them off his face slowly before reaching over him to put them on his side of the nightstand. 

"I was not exactly planning to sleep just yet," His voice was nervous again.

"How am I supposed to sleep if you don't? Come on, close your eyes," You sighed, laying your head on his pillow--leaving your own behind in the sake of warmth. Your hands covered his eyes, and once you knew they were shut, you took your hands away. "There,"

"This is not doing much..." Egon chuckled, his thousand-dollar smile being flashed your way. It was beautiful, he was so beautiful.

You pressed your hands to his jaw, cupping his face as he smiled with his eyes closed, laughing at your stupid attempt to get him to sleep.

"Stop being so handsome or I swear I'm going to fall in love with you," The words left your mouth before you could really process them, thumbs caressing his cheeks.

He opened his eyes, meeting yours quickly. He muttered your name. You readied yourself for the worst, shutting your eyes tight to avoid seeing his face in the dark. You didn't want to see his discomfort, if there was any.

"Well, I should continue to be handsome then," He said, quiet, under his breath, but loud enough in the deathly silence that you could very possibly hear it from the damn bathroom. "Because I seem to already in love with you. I’ve just been hoping you felt the same." 

Your hands stayed on his face, cupping his cheeks a bit tighter--and you kissed him. He kissed you back. It certainly wasn’t the most skilled kiss you’ve ever been apart of, but it was certainly the best one you’d had. ‘Cause it was with Egon. And he’d admitted to you something you could’ve only dreamt of. That he loved you.

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Cuddles - All Turtles

Request: Hi I really like you writes! keep up the good work, I was wondering if you could do a rottmnt cuddle Imagines? If that's fine?

Pairing: All Turtles! (Non-Poly) 

Content: Fluffy as FUCK. Brush your teeth after you read this, cause it’s sweet as hell. 

Raphael: 

He loves to cuddle! But...he’s nervous. He doesn’t want to prick you with one of his spikes, or...worse. With his brothers, it’s different! They’ve got hard shells and plastrons, but you’re so... squishy! What if he hurts you? 

He gets so happy about casual touch. Putting you on his shoulders? Throwing his arm around your shoulders? Affectionate hair ruffle? He’s the physical embodiment of :) 

If you want full cuddles, though, you’re gonna have to be the one to initiate it the first few times. He’s just too nervous, otherwise. 

Rest your head on his plastron when you’re watching a movie and he’ll melt. 

Seeing how your arms maneuver around his spikes to embrace him, how gingerly you hold him...Maybe it’s possible. Maybe you two can cuddle without getting any boo boos.

He can’t really lay on his back because of his spikes. He’ll either get stuck that way when his spikes inevitably get embedded into the material, or he’ll shred up whatever he’s laying on.

(He’s banned from the beanbag chairs.)

He wants to be the little spoon so bad, but it’s physically impossible. He’s forever bound to big spoon duty. He’s okay with that, though. 

(One time you showed up wrapped in mattress foam and bubble wrap to try and be the big spoon. It's a very fond memory, even if you were padded too stiffly to actually hold him.) 

He likes to rest his head in your lap. Run your nails along his head or shell and he’ll be asleep in no time.

He won’t lay on your stomach or chest though. He really wants to, but he’s afraid he’ll crush you. There’s no debate with that topic, unfortunately. 

He’s such a good big spoon!! He’s so strong, and he cradles you like you’re the entire world. Because you are! 

He likes to rest one hand on your stomach and tangle his other hand with yours. It’s so cool to look down and see how his spikes cradle you. Almost as though you were a treasure encased in barbed wire, protected from the outside world. 

You always feel so safe when you cuddle. I mean, it’s hard not to when you’re cocooned in 1000lbs of muscle and spikes!

His hold is firm, but noticeably gentle. 

He runs pretty warm, compared to the rest of the turtles. Great in the winter time, not so great in the summer.  

He traces little doodles on the back of your hand. You can never tell what they are, though. And he won’t tell you what they are, if you ask.  

(They’re dogs.) 

He’s not coldblooded, due to the way he was mutated. As such, he doesn’t really have any issues regulating his body temperature. He does find himself seeking out heat sources, however! Donnie calls it a vestigial response. Raph absolutely does not care about no scientific names or explanations: he just knows that he likes to sit under the heat lamp in the morning.

Prepare to be his next heat lamp. 

If you come over in the mornings, prepare to be greeted with a very sleepy Raph the instant your feet hit the lair concrete.

He’s never on his phone when you cuddle.

He is a talker, though. He doesn’t quite whisper, but he definitely invokes the gentle voice. 

He falls asleep very quickly if he doesn’t keep himself talking. Your presence is just so calming to him, he can’t help it! 

He’s a very deep breather, and it’s really calming to listen to!

Unfortunately, he starts to snore about 15 minutes after he falls asleep. And he’s loud. 

You’ll get used to it, eventually. 

Donatello

He doesn’t sleep consistently, so full cuddle sessions are far and few between.

He read that fake rumor that Albert Einstein only slept for five hours a year: while it’s since been debunked, it’s stuck with him. He started training himself when he was little to power nap instead, and now it’s hard for him to get out of the habit.  

But..you’re a good motivator.

He’s a little nervous around the concept of cuddling, at first. He’s very touch-starved, and once you warm him up to the idea, it’ll be hard to pull him off you! But he’s incredibly nervous about it at first.

It’s...intimate, you know? He’s vulnerable, and that freaks him out.

His shell is super sensitive. Partially because it’s soft, but wearing his battle shell all the time has removed a lot of stimuli that would have made it less sensitive.

He reflexively rolls his shoulders when you run your hands along his exposed shell. At least, for the first few times. If you do it enough, it’ll quickly become a way for him to relax.

Likes to pull you to his chest and hold you like that. He usually has your head under his chin so he can scroll through his phone while you cuddle. He doesn’t move his arms much though, so it’s okay.

(He also likes it when you’re facing him so he can steal glances at you once you fall asleep. He thinks you’re even prettier when you’re completely relaxed.)

You’ll rarely see it for yourself, but his eyes get all soft while you’re cuddling together. The quietest, calmest smile graces his features when you’re in his arms.

However, you do notice how all the tension fades from his body, and how his breathing seems to slow down.

He’ll run his free hand along your back every now and then, pressing a quiet kiss to the top of your head.

He runs fairly cold, which is awesome in the summertime. He always lets you borrow his hoodies when you cuddle. If you ask nicely, he’ll let you keep ‘em, just so long as he has one or two in the closet.

His bed has super soft blankets, and they’re so nice to curl up in. You’ll probably stay there for a little while after he gets up, honestly.

He’s not a talker, surprisingly. Every now and then he’ll pull his arm back to show you some meme on his phone, but that’s about it. He’ll listen to you though! He actually really likes it when you mutter about whatever's on your mind while you cuddle.

King of “Uh huh,” “Wow,” “Mmhm,” and “Damn that’s crazy.”

He really is listening, though. He just likes to tease you a little bit.

His grip is either iron-tight or loose as hell.

On bad days he’ll curl up as the little spoon, and not even the gods could convince him to let go of you.

It takes him a while to warm up to the idea of being a little spoon. Both because his shell is hyper-sensitive, but it also kind of erodes that “bad boy” persona he’s got going on.

Once he’s more comfortable with it, he’s about 50/50 on it. He’s more likely to indulge himself on bad days, but it honestly just depends on his mood.

If you pull him away from work, you can bet that he’ll pull you to his chest while he’s sitting on the bed. He’ll lean forward to rest his chin on your shoulder as he explains his latest breakthrough. He shakes a little bit when he’s excited, and you can feel it as he holds you.  

He panics a little bit when he’s on his back, but he really likes it when you lay on his plastron, so...Chair cuddles!

He likes to have you in his lap while he works.

He also likes to kick his legs up onto your lap when watching TV. If you guys have the couch to yourselves, he’ll also lay all the way on your lap. If anyone sees you guys, or if anyone comments on it he’ll just hit ‘em with a very snarky quip.

“Okay, and? At least I actually have a partner :)”

You don’t know how he said “:)” outloud.

Leonardo 

He thinks he’s so smooth, but honestly? He’s such a dork.

He’s huge on touch. But cuddling? It’s a whole ‘nother ball game. He loves it a lot, but...he’s so vulnerable! It’s so intimate to him. He’s not adverse to it in the slightest; in fact, it’s the exact opposite! He’s super excited when the topic comes up.

You can tell that the idea of fully cuddling affects him more than he lets on, because he won’t stop talking when you bring up the subject for the first time. He rambles when he’s nervous.

(He talks with his hands a lot, and it’s really cute how he rambles and rubs the back of his neck.)

He’s actually a great cuddler, though.

Big spoon? Hell yeah. Little spoon? Awesome. Horrific entanglement of limbs that would put eldritch horrors to shame? Sweet! He’s just happy to be close to you.

He can go 50/50 on having his phone with him. If he does, he’s usually either watching memes with you or playing a mobile game.

(Kind of unrelated, but he was very excited about that weird, Subway Surfers revival that happened earlier this year. It was all he played for a while, and now you have the tune lodged in your brain forever.)

He’ll talk for a little while if he doesn’t have his phone, before you settle into a comfortable silence.

He’s either ranting about something shitty that happened that day, or shitposting. There’s no inbetween.

“If I shot someone from Texas while I was on the moon, would that fall under Texas’ jurisdiction or the moon’s?”

He also likes to trace little patterns on your hands, if he has access to them that day! You can usually tell what they are. Other times, it just seems like he’s finding an excuse to hold your hand. It’s really cute.

(If you ask him what he’s drawing, he’ll say he’s reading your palms before dropping a sweet little line about how he’s in your future.)

(He does NOT know how to read palms but it’s the thought that counts <3)

Not ashamed about cuddling in public. Hell, if you’re fine with it, he’s more than happy to cuddle during movie night. In fact, it’s kind of a source of pride for him!

He looks so cocky about it that Donatello has to make a physical effort to NOT hit him.

Please run your palms over his shell, he’ll melt.

If he’s the big spoon, squeeze his biceps. He might not say it out loud, but he’s melting internally. It sticks in his head for at least a few weeks afterwards. Ego Boost 100

If you’re ticklish, prepare yourself for tickles. He strikes without a pattern, and without warning. He doesn’t always do it, though. Maybe about one in ten times. He just likes to hear you laugh :)

He’s very nice to cuddle with overall. He’s the best cuddler in the lair, hands down.

Michelangelo

Literally the only one in the lair who isn’t embarrassed when you bring up the topic.

He’s been WAITING for this moment, actually.

Doesn’t care about whether he’s the big or little spoon.

He’s super talkative when he cuddles, it’s cute. He usually likes to spend this time talking about one another’s day. He’s a great listener too!

He’s always 100% engaged in what you have to say.

He has trouble settling down outside of his normal schedule, so it’s rare that he’ll fall asleep while cuddling.

If you’re in a position that gives his arms a lot of mobility, he’ll draw on you. Not just tracing patterns, but he’ll actually bring out his markers and draw on your arms, back, or just any exposed piece of skin.

He always manages to find the prettiest colors to compliment your skin tone. You never want to wash it off, honestly.

He HAS to keep himself busy with something, or else he’ll explode. At least, that’s how he describes it. If you try and get him to lay down and fall asleep...well, he’ll try! But he’ll be squirming the whole time.

It’s best to throw on a Jupiter Jim movie if you want him to stay still.

He likes to tangle his legs with yours while you cuddle. Whether he’s taller or shorter than you, he WILL find a way.

He’s the lightest out of all the turtles, so there’s a possibility of letting him (partially) lay on you without shattering your sternum! Congratulations!

(He’s around 525 lbs. He’s only half of what Raph weighs, but he still has to be careful about how he lays on you. It’s crazy to think that you’re so small compared to him.)

His hands are so cold, and he’ll absolutely use that to his advantage. If he gets bored, or if he just wants to make you laugh, he’ll grab your waist with his cold fucking hands. Hope you’re a northerner <3

He also likes to tickle you, way more than Leo.

Don’t try and tickle him though, he HATES it. He’s absolutely the type of person to just Scream if you try.

Like I said, he gets bored really quickly. He also just likes to make you laugh.

If you’re cuddling in bed though, like right before he falls asleep? It’s so nice.

He’ll still tangle his legs with yours, but he moves so much slower. He loves to let his hands lazily roam across your form as he pulls you closer to him, savoring the comfort and heat that you bring. If he talks, it’s in drowsy whispers that only you two can hear.

[tsunderedoctor]

Hi honey, I don’t know if this qualifies as an emergency request but I’m in dire need of comfort and some positive affirmations right now.

Long story short, I’m living by myself several hours from home for university with my dorm mates who I’m friends with, but I always feel like a third wheel when I’m with them (I have ADHD and an experiencing hella RSD right now)

On top of that, I’m very anxious about classes and the overall semester and have been crying off and on all day but am too nervous to go seek comfort from my roommates because I don’t want to burden them

Would it be okay to ask for Luffy or Law comforting a reader who feels lonely and left out but is too scared of rejection to ask for that comfort?

It really warms my heart to see you doing emergency requests :)

Don't ever feel bad love!! I can understand feeling like that, but I assure you, your friends do care and love you!! Sometimes it's ourselves who have to love us. ❤️❤️

I hope these two babes help you!! (Also, so sorry, I'm on mobile because my work computer is at work lol-)

Babes Below~!

Monkey D. Luffy

Seeing you come back to your dorms alone, the brunet perked up from eating to give you a questioning gaze.

"I thought you said you would be out late?"

You shook your head, giving him a weak smile, not wanting to show your hurt feelings and just wanting to lay down.

"My stomach was hurting so I came home instead, I'm going to go lay down for a bit."

He watched you leave, still unsure how to handle the situation, and placed his dirty plate in the sink before following you to the room. Seeing you curl in a ball and lay down on the bed, sat something inside him and you found yourself being curled into by the usual hyper man. Looking over at him, you gave him your own questioning gaze before he gave you a quick peck on the nose and giggled.

"Let's take a nap together! Maybe it will help your stomach!"

Smiling slightly, you felt a wave of relief knowing he wasn't annoyed with you, nodding you got comfortable once more and let the mental exhaustion finally rest.

Trafalgar D. Water Law

You were on an outing with some friends, Law was dragged (willingly-) to accompany you and the others. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, you had went to an arcade, playing games and having fun. However, two of the friends began to show more interests that you didn't know of, slowly leaving you on accident.

It stung, the pain of being left alone and almost forgotten, Law could tell you seemed off more and more as the time went by. Eventually he had enough of it and grabbed your hand, pulling you two aside to talk.

When he had asked what was going on, you bit your lip, not wanting to cry over thoughts, seeing your state, he nodded, understanding now wasn't the time to ask, deciding you two were done for evening.

Your friends nodded and gave you a hug, saying they would talk to you later once they got home, once the two left, Law gave your hand a squeeze before speaking.

"It's fine, they care about you, I think they just tend to forget others around them, it's not you."

Surprised by his words and ability to pick up on it so quickly, your expression was shocked as you stared at him. Seeing your face the brunet blushed before grabbing your hand and walking away.

"Let's go grab some ice cream or something, it's hot out here and I'm getting overheated!"

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Stay with me

Prequel to  It will always be you.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger Female Reader

Summary: Because of the consequences of your actions, 117 nations come together to create the Sokovia Accords. Now a decision hangs over you, whether to sign them or not, whatever you do will have repercussions.

Warnings: Angst.

Word count: 3702

A/N: Civil War. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader Powers: Psionic. You use psionic force to track any sentient being. You also create psychic shields to protect yourself. You can project psychic force bolts which have no physical effects but which can affect a victim's mind, causing them pain.

The evidence was clear, the position you were currently in had come about because of some very poor performance on your part, the news had echoed the catastrophes you had caused, especially the attack on Lagos, the governments had lined up to stop it and come to a common agreement to keep you under their command. Deep down you all knew that day would come, though you were confident it would be further away. It had been almost four years since Tony Stark had rescued you from your past, from being a contraption held in a laboratory for research. You had been offered a future where you no longer had to run or hide, you had been offered freedom, a purpose in life, but that bundle of paperwork in front of your eyes was meant to make you a prisoner of the government once again.

The discussion had been getting louder and louder, the different opinions countering each other were causing the nerves to come to the fore, alternating the atmosphere. Although the resolution was clear, there was nothing to be done, you were either with them or against them, becoming a fugitive wanted by the whole world. The Sokovia Accords were established by the United Nations and ratified by 117 nations, and what they proposed was to regulate the activities of the altered individuals, namely that the Avengers would cease to be a private organisation, and from now on would operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, and only when and if that panel deemed it necessary.

There was no turning back, the consequences had been placed before you for the acts you had committed, it was a one way street, not a return. Secretary Ross had been in charge of presenting you with the whole set of papers that would have to be signed by you, but convincing you all to agree was not going to be so easy. 

“So let's say we agree to this thing,” Sam said, unresponsive to the situation. “How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

“A 117 countries want to sign this,” Rhodes reminded him.  “117, Sam, and you're just like, ‘No, that's cool. We got it.’”

Unlike them, you chose to keep a few metres away from the meeting table, remain silent and meditate with yourself on the proposal, not that you didn't know the pros and cons or the consequences of not signing the agreements, but that you wanted to analyse the situation from different points of view without the others questioning your opinions.

"Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal," Natasha said, turning her gaze to Tony.

“It's because he's already made up his mind,” Steve's tone seemed harsher than usual.

“Boy, you know me so well,” Tony countered sarcastically, then turned his gaze and gestured in your direction.  "She does seem to have made up her mind what her decision is."

You felt the gaze of everyone present focus on you, who unlike him preferred to be absorbed in the shadows, hiding from the attention of your companions. But in the end, perhaps his words were true and you had made a decision, a decision that you were not going to allow anyone to choose for you.

"I guess it's not as simple as you're trying to make us believe Tony," your tone was calm and affable, knowing that you were about to receive a sarcastic and ironic counterattack from him.

"Simple?" he gets up from the sofa raising his hands, walking towards the kitchen area, where you were sitting on a stool. "You think it's simple for me?" he pulls a mobile device out of his pocket and sets it down right in front of you on the top, the device projecting an image of a smiling young man. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia."

You look down, you understand perfectly what he means, you remember what happened in Sokovia, you remember because you were there, you saw with your own eyes what happened and also the consequences of your actions. But you knew that any decision had consequences and they could have been much worse if you had not acted, although there were also causes for your own fault.

"He wanted to make a difference, I suppose," Tony continued, looking directly at you, his tone rising and stiffening. "I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass."

After his last word, silence filled the room, everyone in the room was reliving the ghosts of the past. Tony definitely realising that you weren't going to look up to return his gaze decided to head back into the room with the others.

"There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes..."

You felt his voice trailing off, then Steve seemed to come in to debate various points, but you could barely focus on what each of them was saying. An internal struggle was going on inside you, and you couldn't wait to see who was going to win.

"I have to go."

You looked up after hearing those words spoken by Steve, his body rose energetically, dropping the agreements from his hand. That was the beginning of all the consequences that were to come after we had made the decision not to sign.

Your steps were decisive, you walked through those long corridors that had become your home for the last few years, knowing that you would most likely never see them again, or at least not for an indefinite period of time. You truly believed you had made a decision, a decision that could become the decision of a lifetime, a before and after in the life process you had created for yourself. You believed that you knew the consequences, that you would be willing to face them as they came. You knew there were going to be setbacks, obstacles, but you didn't expect one as big as him to stand in your way.

"So you've made your decision?" the figure of Tony stood in the doorway of your room, a serious look on his face seeming to immobilise you. "Are you going to leave with Steve?

"I think it's for the best," your words were blunt, as you packed your most essential belongings into a rucksack.

His body entered your room just before the door closed behind him. You knew Tony well enough to know that his next words to you were likely to make an impression on you, but your mind was made up.

"Did you hear anything I just said in the living room?" he pursed his lips and ran his fingers nervously over them.

"Don't make this difficult for me," those words left your lips almost as a plea.

You barely looked at him, your back was turned to him and your eyes were focused on the inside of that backpack that seemed to have no end.

"I suppose you know that your decision is a single ticket," his words were firm. "That you're basically signing your own fucking sentence."

"No," you dropped the backpack and turned to him to find yourself face to face. "That's exactly what I'm running from," you sighed. "I think you of all people know that I know what it's like to be someone's property, that I've been for far too long and that's what really scares me," your pupils dilated as you remembered every single moment you'd lived hidden from the world, being an experiment. "I don't need guys in ties fighting for their own interests telling me what to do or where to go, because my freedom ends when they command me," the seriousness on Tony's face had relaxed, he kept his gaze on his feet and nodded. "I want you to know that I'm going with Steve because you had already made your decision."

The tension spread slightly around you, so much was hidden in those words, much more than what was shown. The complexity of the situation went far beyond signing or not signing the agreements, it was the break-up of a group, of friends, of family, something that could never be put back together again.

"I... I don't know if I'm going to be able to protect you," Tony clenched his jaw as he denied to himself, resting his brown eyes on yours again.

"I never asked you to."

You knew perfectly well how much your words must have hurt him, and what he meant when he said he couldn't protect you. There were so many hidden things in the air, but this was not the right time to start that conversation, maybe it was too late, nothing was going to change things so you asked yourself to please not make things more complicated. You turned around and nimbly zipped up your backpack, everything you had of great sentimental value was inside.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, hanging the backpack over your right shoulder and looking up at him.

"You're not sorry," his tone became serious, but at the same time indifferent, he was hurt. His gaze turned away from yours.

"This isn't what I wanted to happen," you whispered hoping that wasn't the last image you would see of him before you left.

"So, all you have to do was stay," those were the words that almost caused something inside you to stir, but you only gave a small, wistful smile as you looked at his face.

"You know I can't," you whispered hoping he wouldn't extract his share of indifference towards you again. "Please don't make it more complicated for me, because I can't deal with you right now.”

It was impossible to explain to you at that moment the dilemma that was building up inside you. On the one hand your ethics and your values were what prevented you from signing those damn papers that limited and curtailed your freedoms, it was something you assumed. On the other hand, how could it be so hard to leave Tony, why, what was going on right now that you couldn't face?

"Maybe you should just leave now," Tony slipped his hands into his Tom Ford trouser pockets and focused his gaze on the door to your room.

You nodded slowly, your brow furrowed and your lips parted as you didn't expect those words at all, you were ready to start an internal struggle, but he had already sentenced the conversation.

"Alright," you muttered, taking a step backwards, away from him. "Bye Tony."

As you got closer to that door a lump settled tighter in your throat, like a dramatic movie you expected him to say something to stop you at any moment, but he didn't. The door opened and allowed you to leave. The corridors seemed miles long, perhaps because time was slowing down. A black car could be seen from the wide glass windows, there were Steve and Sam waiting for you. A guilty smile appeared on your face as you walked back through the hall, bidding farewell to those present.

As you stepped outside, the air seemed to open up your lungs again, which had been stuck after the last goodbye you had said to Tony. Sam was inside the car, and Steve took care of getting your rucksack into the boot, along with his shield and Sam's wings.

"Are you all right?" muttered Steve, to which your response was a gentle nod.

As you rested your hand on the handle to open the car door, you couldn't help but direct your gaze towards the top of the building, right where you had left Tony a few minutes ago. But there was definitely no sign coming from that spot to stop you from continuing on your way.

The next few days the situation became more complex than anyone here would have expected. Agent Carter's funeral passed without incident, Natasha appeared to inform you that she was leaving for Vienna to sign the agreements, that there was still a chance for you to change your minds, but none of you did. Perhaps it was for the best, because during the signing an attack happened on the spot, an attack that changed the course of things. All eyes were on the Winter Soldier, Bucky, that directed Steve, Sam and you to Bucharest in a supposed attempt to get to Bucky before the authorities did.

"They're on the roof," Sam reported over the intercom.

"Steve get out of there right now," you said hiding on the roof of the building next door. "I can sense you but I can't surround your body with psychic energy unless you come out into the open."

That day was one of the worst failures you had ever managed to pull off, perhaps it was obvious that things didn't go quite right when feelings ran high, and it showed in Steve, especially when law enforcement trapped you in that tunnel.

"Stand down, now," War machine appeared before you to end the fatal chase and set you on your way to Berlin.

You knew what would follow, there was only one way out or the consequences would be far more extreme, either sign the agreements or become prisoners of the law. Things were different for you, Captain could have his shield removed, Sam could have his wings removed and T'Challa, who had appeared in pursuit out of nowhere could have his suit removed too, but you and Bucky were far more dangerous, especially as your powers and dangers were in the mind.

When you arrived at the facility in that armoured truck Bucky was put in an extreme protection capsule, that marked memory making you remember the past time.

"What's going to happen to him?" asked Steve walking beside you in the direction of Everett Ross, Deputy Commander of the Joint Forces.

"The same as you. Psychological evaluation and extradition," he focused his gaze on you.  "Miss Y/L/N, let's hope you'll be cooperative."

You understood his words, you knew the fear you could cause, force could be controlled, the mind was much more complicated.

"Of course," you affirmed with all your good intentions.

You didn't know where, but you assumed that in a few minutes you were going to meet him again in some remote part of that building, you could feel it. First it was Natasha who approached you, and then when you stepped inside the control room there was Tony, talking on the phone.

"[...] consequences?" he turned his body towards you, his gaze fixed on you, which made you cross your arms and look around, avoiding her. "Of course there will be consequences."

"Consequences?" asked Steve with a serious look on his face.

"Secretary Ross wants to prosecute the three of you. I had to give something."

You walked away from them, realising that you had two armed men following your every step around that room. You watched the monitors, every corner of the planet seemed to be controlled by them, there was nothing they could miss, you could even see yourself reflected in one of them.

"Is it worth it?" you turned your face to find yourself face to face with the one who had made you doubt your decision a few days ago.

He took his right hand out of one of his trouser pockets and made a slight gesture for the two security officers who had been assigned to you to move a little away from you, offering you some privacy.

"What do you mean?" you cocked your head to one side. Your voice was stiff, you were tense enough about the situation to offer him a friendly tone.

"I don't know, was it worth risking everything to find yourself back here with possible legal charges?" you didn't deny it, Tony's words hurt.

"Are you rejoicing?" you squinted, uncrossing your arms and turning your whole body towards him.

"How do you think this will all end?" he ran his index finger down the side of his mouth, his nervousness showing. Those words made you shudder. "Now you have a chance, don't let it slip away."

"Please, don't make this worse than it already is," your pleas were in vain. The last thing you wanted right now was a lecture from Tony.

"This wouldn't even abe problem, if you wouldn't make one out of it!" his voice was authoritative.

Your refusals and hesitations had gotten on his nerves, it was evident in the way he was addressing you. That was the last thing you wanted to do, to cause trouble, but it was clear that you were on the defensive against any verbal attack Tony might offer you. Sparks could almost fly between your gazes, which were still on after the conversation was over. You had no idea what was going to happen next, so you were grateful that Natasha caught Tony's attention at that moment, breaking into a battle that wasn't going anywhere.

The hours passed really slowly, so you found a space in a glassed-in conference room to settle in, under, of course, the watchful eye of the guards in charge of you, until you were called in for your psychological analysis.

"Do you need anything?" the door closed behind him.

"Are you playing good cop?" you asked watching as he dropped his blazer on a chair and sat down right next to you. "You're not giving up, are you?"

"I'll take every last cartridge," he leaned his elbow on the table and dropped his chin into the palm of his hand. "You know, I was just remembering earlier when we all went to that Italian restaurant in Soho on your birthday, and then we were at the concert by.... Oh, what was the name of the band? "

"What are you trying Tony?" you cocked your head to the side with a small smile on your face.

"I'm trying to... how do you say?" he rested his index finger on your lips. "Signing a peace agreement? Trying to get to your sensitive spot, because you have one, right?"

"I don't know, I guess if you have one I might as well, huh?" you arched an eyebrow, intertwining your fingers on the table, causing him to make a gesture of placing his hands on yours, but he never got to touch them by restraining himself, so you ignored the gesture.  "Do you want to sign a peace agreement with me, or do you want me to sign the Sokovia Accords?"

He took a breath and let it out slowly through his nostrils. He was completely frustrated, you knew it, you could feel it, he had rarely been involved in those situations that were out of his control.

"Listen," he paused slightly, bringing his fingers to his chin. "I think it's time that I..." he tore his gaze away from yours, let it wander, searching for his words as he gestured with his right hand. "I've tried many times, to do this but.... God, this really is the worst time to do it." He looked around nervously and then crossed his arms, but quickly pulled them apart. "Whatever. We're... well, I... it's likely that I, maybe, can feel..."

You would remember that moment all your life, especially since you wouldn't know until many years later what he meant to say to you. At that moment the lights went out, the monitors stopped working and everything was dark around you, only red flickering lights would have made their way into your darkness. Your head swivelled around you in search of whatever it was that was going on, Tony got up from his seat and placed his glasses over his eyes.

"Friday, give me the source of the blackout," he said to himself.

Finally your eyes focused on Steve and Sam, who were standing next to Sharon in the next room. You listened as Sharon informed them of Bucky's location, and a last glance towards you informed you that they were going to head that way, but just as you were about to leave that meeting room a hand came down hard around your arm.

"Stay with me," the trembling words that came from his lips seemed to shake your insides.

"I can't," you mumbled through your teeth almost with all the pain in your heart.

His fingers loosened, allowing you to leave the room as quickly as possible, but you took one last second to contemplate his face and how many feelings were hidden in it. You knew you only had one chance, everyone present was distracted enough to find the reason for the blackout, you had only a few seconds to get out of the room without being seen, and a couple of minutes before they noticed, so you didn't take long to do it.

A new decision piled up on your list, always facing the consequences you had acquired, and fighting against the feelings your heart presented to you. It wasn't easy, you hadn't given it much thought either, but what you did know was that you didn't regret having done it, at least so far.

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How do you think Cersei, yara, Sansa, Margery, Brienne and Daenerys would react to having a girlfriend who has fainting spells from a previous head injury, and who neglects to tell them until it happens?

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Brienne - Brienne caught you when it happened and carried you back to your chambers, fretting the whole way. She stayed calm outwardly but was internally panicking as she called a maester. She figured you didn’t want a ton of attention drawn to you, so she wouldn’t tell any family members unless it was serious ... Then the maester explained this often happened since you had received that injury, he assumed Brienne knew.

When you woke up, she was right there with both tea and water, like the maester said. Brienne didn’t want to overwhelm you, but she was worried and a little exasperated that you didn’t tell her what happened. She’d like to know all she can, especially something this serious, so she can protect and care for you better. She somewhat understands, but she’s still worried, dang it. So she stays until you’re feeling better.

Cersei - She’d be right there when you woke up, huffing and pouting. She’d lecture you about not telling her, because she remembers the injury happening and how you brushed her off. As you look around you notice there’s food and water on your bedside, super fluffy pillows, soft sheets, familiar perfume sticking to your skin... you’re in her room. 

“I told them to bring you here, of course.” She says it like it’s obvious. “You’ll stay here until you feel rested.” Cersei ended up hovering close, made Maester Pycelle come in, snapped at him to leave once he was done and spent the rest of the day with you. She’s especially pushy when she’s worried, and you worried her. Her mind has a way of jumping to the worst conclusions. 

Yara - Some of her crew make a move to pick you up and she barks at them to fuck off and carries you herself. She’s got some sharp-smelling herbs that help you come to, and she bluntly asks if this is related to that injury you got. Yes, she remembers it. She’s annoyed that this has been happening and you didn’t tell her... “Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same, but I don’t like being surprised like that.”

She’d make a point to tell the crew you were fine and to leave you alone, Ironborn are a hard lot and she can’t have them suspecting weakness. She’d likely leave a non-Ironborn lady on the shore anyhow, keep them away from her crew even if it’s lonelier. If you are Ironborn you both understand there’s a reputation to maintain, esp for women, so you both have a system and excuses for when it happens.

Sansa - Panic! External panic! Until she collects herself, then it’s internal, and her mind is going through dozens of scenarios for what the problem is. She connects it to the injury while you’re resting. You wake up in your room, and she’s got a whole meal and water ready for you. Sansa wouldn’t call the maester until you woke up and spoke with her, she’d want to hear how you were feeling and if you wanted one in the first place. 

Once you were settled in and cozy, she’d have a serious talk about the fainting spells, since she’d come up with so many scenarios where it might be more serious - “What if you fainted on some stairs?! What if no one was around to help?!” - and you may have to reassure her because she thinks of so many things at once. She settles eventually and brainstorms what she should do the next time it happens, where she should take you, what you’d need, and so on.

Margaery - She’s normally a collected lady, but her love for you is great, so when it happens she makes an audible gasp and tries to catch you, even though strength isn’t her strong suit. She’d call Loras or Garlan to come carry you, as she’d trust them to keep quiet. The idea of secrecy occurred to Margaery instantly, something her grandmother taught her, so she would also wait until you had woken to ask if you’d like a maester. Margaery would tsk and give you a little wap on your arm when you told her the likely source of the fainting spells.

“I remember you telling me about that! You should have said this was happening...” She’s a little put out that you didn’t tell her this wasn’t the first, second or even fifth time. Margaery tells you almost everything, maybe too much, and she wants the same in return. She’ll absolutely protect you the next time it happens and like Sansa, has plenty of excuses and distractions if anyone questions it. It’s probably overkill, but she’s always hyper aware of reputation.

Daenerys - She jumps into action right away and is the sort to snap at others to handle you carefully and get this or that... then shoos all of them away so she can do it herself. Because of Drogo, she has difficulty with any future partners showing illness, and she remembers that injury you took some time ago - that was scary enough. She doesn’t connect the two right away, too distracted by trying to carefully rouse you awake. Once your eyes open and focus, she’s visibly relieved.

Afterward Dany is a little embarrassed by her strong reaction, but she was worried, damn it. When you tell her it’s been happening several times, she tries not to get angry. She’s more exasperated, wishing you had told her, but also knowing she would’ve been smothering and overly worried. You’ll have to reassure her that it’s just the fainting spells, nothing else, promise. She’ll keep a close eye on you for a few weeks, understanding you aren’t some fragile girl, but still feeling that old anxiety and pain from Drogo.