#my coworker gave me some meds to help

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[wileys-russo]

Ella toone, reader is a doctor or nurse in the hospital, assuring her that she won’t loose her finger after the darts game on national camp 😂 fluff

drama queen II e.toone

"is that ella?" you heard a scream in the distance and looked up from the stack of papers you were palming through with a frown. your coworker gave you a shrug, the question answered for you as esme barreled in a few seconds later.

"tooneys took her finger off with a dart!" the blonde breathed out shakily as your eyes widened. "she's what?" you exclaimed, grabbing the med bag and hurrying after her toward the rec room of base camp.

ellas cries of pain echoed after you as you and esme burst through the doors, a small crowd gathered around your girlfriend. "alright girls give me some room here please." you ordered gently as they parted and you dropped to your knees.

"what have you done this time el?" you sighed, a bloodied rag wrapped around her hand as she sobbed. "oh baby i've lost it! i've lost me finger! i'm only gonna have four now!" ella cried out choking back tears, head slumping to your shoulder.

"not helping!" you mouthed toward alessia and niamh who couldn't seem to help giggling at the girls expense. "fuck off the pair of ya! this is your fault charles!" ella sobbed angrily, good hand pointing at her threatningly.

"my fault! tooney its not my fault you decided to use your hand to block a perfectly good shot. what were you thinking? your hands not dart proof!" niamh scoffed as you gave both her and alessia a look, the taller blonde carting her off as ella huffed.

"did you try to use your hand as a dart board babe?" you teased, hoping to try and lighten the situation as a few of the older girls started to usher everyone away to give you and ella some space, most of them still hovering nearby in concern.

"no! god baby i've lost my finger! its gone!" ella cried out with a groan as you warned you were going to unwrap the rag from her hand. you sucked in air through your teeth seeing the amount of dried blood as ella covered her eyes with her spare hand.

"i can't look. is it bad? can ya sew it back on?" ella questioned anxiously. "i just need to wipe away the blood so i can get a better look love, this is gonna sting." you warned, mary dropping to her knees on ellas other side and nudging her to hold her hand.

"you sure maz? of all people we need your hands unbroken." you joked but there was a hint of seriousness in your tone carrying over the real warning, mary moving back as esme took her spot and ella clutched onto her hand, eyes squeezed shut.

"is it bad? baby i need updates!" ella fussed, groaning in pain as you gently started to wipe away the blood, the cut still oozing out fresh stuff as you went, squeezing her leg reassuringly.

"is it barely hanging on? will ya have to amputate? can ya play football with four fingers?" ella asked question after question, cursing in pain and trying to pull her hand back as you held on tightly.

"alright. give it to me straight baby, how bad?" ella let go of esmes hand to gently pat your cheek, eyes still squeezed shut as your own rolled. "this is gruesome babe, i think we'll need to amputate the whole hand." you sighed, mary smacked your shoulder gently as you looked up with a grin and ella shrieked.

"el you muppet i don't have to amputate anything, your finger is very much so still attached to your hand and staying that way." you chuckled before she could kick off, eyes glaring daggers at you as you smiled.

"look at it! thats not fine! its danglin!" ella huffed nodding furiously down at her hand. "you're very lucky you've missed the tendon and the nerves that would have been bad, but fingers just bleed a lot. the cut is about three and a half deep, i'll need to pop a few dissolvable stitches in and you'll be right as rain." you assured but it did nothing to stop her moaning about.

with a nod mary and esme helped her up as you all headed for the medics office where the rest of your supplies were, you quietly murmering to esme to go and let sarina know what happened as the blonde nodded and took off.

"el you will be fine my love, your finger is fine!" you smiled as she groaned out in pain again, taking a seat as mary sat beside her and you rummaged around in the first aid kit. "its not fine i almost lost it!" ella cried out with a huff as mary rubbed her back trying not to laugh.

"i know i know and you're being very brave." you cooed, sitting in front of her and softly grabbing her wrist. "careful!" ella shouted with another groan as you withheld the urge to roll your eyes at her dramatics.

"so did it drop off? is she gonna have four fingers now? i think you should keep it in a little jar tooney as a momento." alessia poked her head inside with a wolfish grin as you shot her a look and ella kicked off again.

"less be supportive or go away." you warned with a ghost of a smile as the tall blonde stood beside mary, opting to remain quiet. "gentle woman jesus!" ella hissed yanking her hand away.

"ella i haven't even started yet that was just me wiping away the dried blood." you sighed, motioning for her hand again as she mumbled something and curled into marys side, hiding her face in the keepers shoulder as alessia reached over and rubbed her back.

"now i'm starting and i need you to sit very still please baby." you warned rather firmly as ella nodded, face still hidden away in marys shoulder as she groaned out in pain every now and then.

"ella i said still!" you sighed impatiently as you started on the first stitch and she flinched, your grip on her tightening. "alessia talk to her please, take her mind off it." you requested as the blonde started to ramble some stories of her countless clumsy moments making ella laugh.

"okay. done!" you announced a couple of minutes later, gently wrapping a bandage tightly around her finger to stem the bleeding. "leave that on tonight and i'll re-dress it tomorrow morning." you ordered, ella sitting up with a nod.

"needs one more thing though baby." you quirked an eyebrow curiously as a smile graced the midfielders face and she held her hand out expectantly. "you're unbelievable sometimes toone." you sighed in amusement, gently kissing her bandaged finger.

"ya comin up baby?" ella asked, trailing behind once mary and alessia had stepped out. "in a bit, i've got a bit more paperwork to get ahead of love." you smiled apologetically as your girlfriend nodded.

"thank ya, my little nurse." ella grinned, leaning across your desk to kiss you sweetly. "anytime for my favourite patient." you chuckled and waved for her to go, really needing to make a dent into the files scattered in front of you.

"i'll be expectin some extra kisses tonight yanno, since i almost lost me finger today!" ella warned from the doorway as you smiled with a shake of your head, eyes focused on millies file you'd just flicked open as your girlfriend stepped out.

"oi less, niamhy! rematch?" your head snapped up at that as you hurried to the door, poking your head out and watching your girlfriends figure retreat back toward the rec room.

"ella ann toone no more darts!"

[starlightkun]

➠ word count: 4.5k ➠ warnings: cursing, suggestive (no smut but they’re in love and horny lol) ➠ genre: fluff, established relationship, former hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), shortfic in the buzzer beater series (comes after saltwater smiles), some minor angst again but it’s about like growing up and being a human and finding your place and purpose as an adult, not between our couple or anything ➠ extra info: the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines/chronic illnesses, but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds! ➠ series masterlist

“It feels like I can’t ever move on from this. From being Sungchan the hockey captain. I know you were just joking when you said it but—I don’t want to actually be that guy that peaked in college.”

“Yo, tell them about the championships against the Sharks, Sungchan!” Your colleague, Seunghan, insisted, pushing on your fiancé’s shoulder with his hand that held a drink.

Sungchan looked down at his feet for a moment, and you caught a quick flash of hesitation on his features before he looked back up at the group of enthralled people and gave a lighthearted chuckle and charismatic smile. “I’ve already told that story tonight, I’m sure everyone here doesn’t want to hear it again. Besides, don’t you all want to hear about Y/N’s paper?”

You two were at a rather ritzy gathering being thrown by your department celebrating that one of your articles had been chosen for publication in a huge literary theory journal.

“Anton wasn’t here when you told it earlier!” Seunghan shook a grad student instructor in your department. “And we’ve all read her paper like a hundred times before it got published.”

You reached up to squeeze Sungchan’s arm through his suit jacket. “It’s okay, Channie. I want to hear about it. That was championships your junior year, right? I wasn’t there, remember?”

He focused his gaze down on you for another second as if making extra sure, and you nodded and gave him a smile for good measure. He sighed, wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and began the story, much to all your colleagues’ delight.

A little later in the night found you by the drinks table with Ten. When you had moved back to your old college town to accept a position with the Literature department, you hadn’t expected to walk in on your first day and see a familiar face. Sure, you knew you’d be seeing Dr. Son, who was the department head now and had conducted your interview, and several of your old professors, but you’d been keeping up with most of your old schoolmates and as far as you knew, Ten had moved away after you two finished your two-year master’s program and remained there.

Ten swirled his cocktail around his glass before taking a sip, his eyes trained on your fiancé, who was still surrounded. “Why do I never get that treatment?”

“Maybe you should’ve been captain,” you snickered, taking another sip of your soda.

“Too much work.” Your friend wrinkled his nose. “So what is your man doing these days anyway? He get that PhD in molecular biology about fish or whatever?”

“Yep, he’s a whole doctor,” you told your coworker, looking over at your guy with pride. “Defended his thesis last spring, we did a short stint abroad for about a year for him to study some rare fish in the tropics to cure a rare blood disease. I enjoyed all the food and the sun, really. He probably got skin cancer. And now we’re back here. He’s actually doing his post-doc research here, too.”

“He’s curing blood diseases in tropical fish?”

“No, sorry, in people,” you covered your mouth as you laughed. “Somehow, the fish could help cure a human blood disease, I’m not sure about anything past that.”

“And you’ve got a fat rock on your finger,” he teased, grabbing your hand to inspect your engagement ring. “What a power couple.”

You giggled, letting him look over the ring. “Yeah, something like that. He proposed when we were abroad. God, it was the most gorgeous sunset. Just us, nice and quiet.”

“I’m invited to the wedding, right?”

“Duh. We just haven’t sent invites yet, bitch.” You pushed him with your foot, rolling your eyes. “It’s going to be a certified frat party, I’m afraid.”

“Kegger?” Ten grinned.

“I’m enlisting Taeyong and Kun to keep all you menaces in check for me.”

“Well yeah, you can’t trust your Chenle-of-Honor to do that, he’ll be the first up to do a kegstand.”

You laughed heartily at that. “A few years ago, probably. But I’m happy to report my man-shaped best friend has grown into a real adult.”

“Really? What’s the little monster doing?”

“Middle management in advertising at a designer company. He’s got his eye on a promotion soon, though. Oh, and he’s got the cutest little dog.”

“Speaking of little monsters…” Ten trailed off, eyeing your drink, then your abdomen. “No alcohol?”

“I can’t drink on my medication, remember?” You shook the ice around in your glass smugly.

“Damn!”

As you rode home with Sungchan, your hands entwined over the console, you looked out the passenger window with contentment in your chest.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he sighed, stroking a thumb over the backs of your fingers.

“For what?” You turned to look at him curiously.

His features were pensive and regretful as he focused on the road in front of him, one hand on the steering wheel. “For being a distraction all night. Everybody was asking me about hockey the whole time when all the focus should’ve been on you and your awesome article. I’m sorry, I'll completely understand if you just leave me at home next time.”

“Channie, why the hell would I do that?” You asked through incredulous chuckles, turning to hold his hand with two hands. “Celebrating my accomplishments would mean nothing if I didn’t have you there with me.”

“But I just—”

“Admittedly, I didn’t expect there to be so many puckheads in the Lang department,” you shrugged. “But I know where we work, and you are a bit of a hometown celebrity around here, baby.”

“That sounds like something you’d call somebody who peaked in high school.”

“Right, my bad. You peaked in college.”

“Rude.” He knocked your elbow with his, making you laugh.

“I’m kidding, handsome. But I am proud of you. I snagged a good guy, and I am not going to hide you away when I go to these events just because people are going to ask about your hockey career.”

“It’s not fair to you.”

“I appreciate you trying to put the focus back on me tonight, I really do.” You squeezed his hand. “But when Seunghan said everybody in the department had read my article hundreds of times, he meant it. They all helped proof and revise it dozens of times each. I was tired of reading it by the time it was accepted if I’m being honest with you. Hearing about your hockey game was a welcome reprieve from thinking about the body as a critical site for sex, gender, and political ideology in M. Butterfly.”

“Do you mean that or are you trying to make me feel less like a dick?”

“I mean it, baby boy.” You pinched his cheek.

He squirmed in his seat as he slowed to a stop at a red light. “You never call me that anymore…”

“Seems like you needed it.”

“Hey,” he said softly, turning his head to look at you. “I love you.”

“I know.” You cupped his cheek, stroking his cheekbone fondly. “I never doubted that for a second, baby.”

Sungchan leaned across the console to press his lips to yours, cradling the back of your head. You hummed delightedly into the kiss, moving your mouth against his sweetly.

When you felt the car suddenly roll forward, you jerked back, gripping his arm with a yelp. “Channie!”

He was already grabbing the steering wheel with two hands and slamming on the brakes again. “Fuck! Sorry!”

The car had moved forward less than half a meter and you were the only car at the intersection, but it was enough to get your heart racing.

“Are you okay, baby?” Sungchan checked on you with wide eyes, keeping one hand on the wheel as he reached his other hand over to grab your knee.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You put your hand over his to reassure both of you. The light turned green then. “Let’s just uh, get home in one piece, hm?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He patted your thigh, leaving his hand there as he slowly started the car forward again.

“Channie?” You called out into the house, shrugging off your coat. You’d stayed a bit late to grade papers, and while Sungchan would’ve usually stayed to walk home with you, he had wanted to get a head start on cooking dinner.

“Pantry!” He yelled back, voice distant as he was presumably deep in the walk-in pantry.

You continued shuffling through the mail you’d grabbed on your way in as you walked further into your house, tossing the junk mail in the trash as you fished out the one packet that had caught your attention. Stopping at the doorway to the pantry, you tore open the thick packet. Skimming the letter and investigating the two lanyards inside, you informed your fiancé, “Donghyuck’s team is having a preseason scrimmage at the university, and he sent us VIP passes.”

Sungchan stuck his head back out of the pantry. “So that’s why he asked for our address the other day.”

“When did you talk to Hyuck?” You asked as he gently took the letter and lanyards from your hands.

“He called me out of the blue a couple weeks ago. I was at the gym before work and completely forgot by the time I got home, sorry, baby.” He flipped over the passes hanging from the lanyards, bright green and dark black, the colors of the professional hockey team that Donghyuck had gone on to play for after college. “I thought he was going to crash on our couch or something, not this.”

“He’s a pro hockey player making like millions a year and you thought he was going to ask to couch surf?”

“You think he wouldn’t?”

“Good point,” you chuckled. “So how was he? Sound like he was doing well?”

“You said it yourself, he’s a pro hockey player making millions a year. I’m sure he’s doing great.”

You frowned up at him. “You didn’t ask?”

“It was a quick conversation, he’s busy,” Sungchan shrugged and handed everything back to you, disappearing into the pantry again. “We barely had time to say hello.”

“We should go,” you declared, setting the lanyards down in a spot so you two wouldn’t lose them.

“Baby, it’s a Friday. That’s our date night.”

“We can miss one date night for this, Channie,” you scoffed. “Besides, I’ve never heard of Jung Sungchan not wanting to go see a hockey game. Are you sure you’re my Sungchannie? Were you replaced by an alien or something?”

Sungchan kept his back to you as he started chopping vegetables. “Never mind, you’re right. We should go.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but didn’t push the issue further. “Alright...”

Sat back down in familiar bleachers, you hugged Sungchan’s arm tightly, buzzing with excitement. As much as you had loved watching Sungchan play hockey when you were younger, there was something special about watching it with him, having him explain plays, tell you if a player made the right call, or how he would have done it if he had been captain. Being able to see the sparkle in his eye up close as he watched one of his favorite things. You’d seen it plenty of times in the years that you stayed local while he got his PhD. Which is how you knew that something was wrong now, even as he tried to flash a smile at you every so often, ones that never reached his eyes. He didn’t join in the cheers very enthusiastically, and never engaged when the other guys around him tried to debate calls that the refs made.

You found out that the whole team from your senior year had been invited as well, though some of them couldn’t make it. So it was you, Sungchan, Mark, Ten, Jeno, and Chenle in the VIP section. Yangyang was staying abroad with his parents, while Sicheng was at a seminar for work. Chenle was of course invited as an honorary member of the team, fresh off a plane from Paris with that promotion in his pocket.

Donghyuck was Good. He had been great when he was on the Raptors, obviously, which was how he had gotten scouted to go pro, but now he was great. And this was just a preseason scrimmage, just him messing around. You were sure he was scary good when he was actually trying at their real games. He’d kept his old number from college, 66, and seemed to have his own legion of fans with posters and signs.

When the game was finally over—and Donghyuck’s team won—a representative from the team corralled everyone with the VIP lanyards and directed you towards a different area while the rest of the stands filtered out. You kept your hold on Sungchan’s hand as you waited in what you were pretty sure was the women’s locker room for your old friend.

Finally, Donghyuck ran in, and everyone immediately swarmed him, hooting and hollering, slapping him on the back, ruffling his hair, and making teasing remarks about being a big shot now.

“Mark!” Donghyuck threw his arms around his old Big’s neck, nearly knocking his friend over.

“Christ, dude,” Mark wheezed, stumbling back a couple steps. “Are you still wearing your gear or something?”

“Did you not keep up with our lifting regiment?” Donghyuck shamelessly felt up Mark’s arms, then gasped dramatically. “Am I the Big now?”

Mark swatted his hands away. “If you want to pay for all my beer and drive me around in your Lamborghini or whatever, sure.”

“Deal!” The pro player grinned, then turned to the next person, who happened to be you. “Y/N!”

“Hyuck!” You beamed, opening your arms wide for him to throw himself at you as well, only staying up since Sungchan was right behind you to catch you. “Hey, there! God, I can’t believe it! You killed it out there!”

“Thanks!” He let go of you with one arm to wrap it around Sungchan’s neck, pulling him into the hug with both of you. “Oh, it makes me so happy that you two are still together! Are you engaged? Married? Kids? I didn’t have time to ask Sungchan when I called the other week, I was heading into an interview.”

You leaned back as much as he would let you, just enough to show off your ring. “He proposed last year. We’re— eugh!”

You were cut off by Donghyuck tugging you two against him into a tight embrace again. You gave him a pat on the back as you continued, slightly choked with your throat pressed against his shoulder. “We’re looking at a spring wedding…”

“I love you guys so much…” Donghyuck sighed. “All of you. I hope you know that hasn’t changed.”

“We know that, Hyuck.” You coughed, rubbing his back. “Make sure we have your address so we can send you an invite, okay?”

“What did I tell you, Y/N? In undergrad?”

“You told me a lot.” You laughed as he finally let you and Sungchan go. “Some stuff you probably don’t want me to repeat right now.”

“I said you guys were soulmates. I knew you were gonna get married. I knew it.”

“Oh yeah, you did.” You squeezed his hand that he still had a grip on. “Hey, when you retire from pro hockey, you can be a fortune teller.”

“Don’t joke about that, I’m the star player, haven’t you heard?” Donghyuck was practically puffing out his chest. “I’m years off from retirement!”

Sungchan grabbed him by the scruff then, teasingly mussing up his hair. “What did we always tell you about bragging?”

Ten, Jeno, and Mark eagerly joined in on giving him a killer noogie, the four of them managing to keep him in place despite Hyuck being the only one who had remained a professional athlete.

“Ack!” Donghyuck complained as he was surrounded. “Y/N! Chenle! Somebody, help!”

“Promise you’ll buy us dinner with your star player money,” Chenle crossed his arms over his chest as he watched on, “and maybe Y/N and I will convince them to leave you alone.”

“Yeah!” Jeno agreed. “Dinner and drinks and we’ll consider!”

“This is extortion!” Donghyuck yelped.

“Glad to see some things don’t change…” You sighed, shaking your head. “You guys still pick on him.”

“He needs an ego check,” Jeno snorted, his arm now around Donghyuck’s neck.

“I was going to take you all out to dinner anyway!” Donghyuck pleaded. “Didn’t you people read the letters?”

“It was in the letter, guys,” you confirmed loudly.

The guys all looked at each other, slowly releasing their holds on the youngest. With sweet, proud smiles, they fixed his hair and straightened his branded hoodie back up, smacking his shoulder and patting his cheek between compliments of how well he played and specific moves he did, giving feedback on certain things he could improve on still. Donghyuck rolled his eyes at the constructive criticism, but you could see him struggling to suppress the fond curl of his lip at being surrounded by his old teammates again.

When you finally got home that night, you felt about ready to collapse into bed. You had a tired, happy smile on your face from seeing all your old friends again, and haphazardly tossed your go bag to the side before stepping out of your shoes. Sungchan didn’t follow you into the bedroom, as you had expected. You heard him detour to the kitchen, and your ears perked up with interest as you changed into your pajamas.

Sungchan didn’t just get a glass of water, though. You heard him rooting around in the snacks, and that’s when you got concerned. You had just eaten dinner and had drinks, and he had plenty of bar snacks as you all hung around and caught up after finishing dinner. He shouldn’t be scrounging for a midnight snack already.

After tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper, you ventured out to the kitchen determinedly. Sungchan hadn’t yet found something to eat, a frustrated pout on his face as he pulled out box after box, but didn’t open any.

“Hungry?” You asked curiously, leaning against the fridge.

“No,” he sighed, setting the container of crackers down loudly then rubbing his face harshly.

You held your hand out towards him, and he took it immediately. You led him back through your house by the hand, into your bathroom and let go there. Walking back out through the house, you grabbed his desk chair from your joint home office, and pulled it into the bathroom. He was standing exactly where you left him, and let you wordlessly push him down by the shoulders to sit in the chair. Washing and drying your hands, you then readjusted the chair, making sure he was exactly where you needed him. Then you climbed onto his lap facing him, the two of you perpendicular to your bathroom vanity. You grabbed a fuzzy character headband from one of your drawers and put it on him, pushing his hair back from his face.

“I—”

“Shh.” You stopped him as soon as he opened his mouth, putting your own headband on.

Next, you grabbed your cleanser.

“What—”

“Shh,” you repeated with more emphasis, holding his eye contact firmly, until he gave up and closed his mouth, letting his head fall back against the head rest.

You meticulously went through your whole extended skincare routine, doing each step first on Sungchan, then on yourself. He finally gave up on trying to talk, then finally relaxed, then really relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut and a pleased hum rising in the back of his throat.

“All done, handsome,” you announced at the end, giving his cheeks a final squish between your hands, then pulling off his headband and fluffing up his hair.

Sungchan slowly opened his eyes, reaching up to take your headband off as well.

You smiled down at him. “How are you feeling, Channie?”

“Better, thank you, baby,” he replied quietly.

“You want to talk about it?”

He couldn’t look you in the eye. “About what?”

“Whatever’s been getting you bummed lately. You weren’t all there tonight, I could tell. And the day we got the passes, you didn’t even want to come in the first place. That’s not like you.” You put both your headbands aside on the counter, then stood up off him. “You get changed into your pajamas, I’ll tidy up in here. We’ll talk in a few minutes, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded, getting up and grabbing the chair to drag back with him.

You wiped down the bathroom counter and tidied up all your bottles and containers, listening to the sounds of Sungchan getting ready in the next room over. When you walked back into your bedroom, you were thrown for a loop as you couldn’t see your fiancé for a moment. You found him in your living room, sitting on your couch and holding a picture frame that usually lived on one of the end tables.

Sitting down beside him, you looked at the picture with him. It was of you two at his last collegiate hockey game, him still in his uniform as he picked you up and spun you around, bright smiles on both your faces. His face now was brooding, jaw clenched and eyes hard as he continued staring at it.

“You got me that for our first anniversary,” you commented softly. “I love that picture.”

“I do too,” he sighed, though his tone was much more bitter than his words.

“Talk to me, Channie,” you murmured. “What’s going on?”

“It feels like I can’t ever move on from this.” He shook the frame. “From being Sungchan the hockey captain. I know you were just joking when you said it but—I don’t want to actually be that guy that peaked in college.”

“Oh, Channie...” you breathed out, draping an arm across his back and leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize...”

“It’s not you, baby,” he assured you, squeezing your knee. “It’s everything else. Like I try to do anything else, be anything else, but I’m just dragged back into that stupid jock box again.”

“Well, what do you want to be?” You asked as you sat back up, rubbing up and down the center of his chest soothingly. “Not what you think other people want you to be, or what you think you should be. What do you actually like? What do you want to do? Do you still like hockey? Outside of everybody’s opinions about you liking hockey? It’s okay either way, for you to still like it or not. It was the biggest thing in your life for like twenty years, baby. It’d be ridiculous to expect you to just suddenly not like it as soon as you graduated.”

“Do you really want a husband that just talks about sports all the time while you’re talking about smart stuff?” He sighed, letting his eyes close as he leaned all of his weight against you, his hands dropping to rest the frame in his lap.

“I want a husband that’s you. That’s why I accepted your proposal and not like, Dr. Yoon’s or something.”

“I’m going to assume you’re being hyperbolic to make a point and that my research head didn’t actually propose to you. Because if not, then I’m going to stop pouting and write my letter of resignation right now.”

“I’m trying to make a point here.”

“Which is?”

“You’re really underselling yourself, Channie.” You encouraged him to lay his head in the crook of your neck, not letting up your movements on his sternum. “You’re plenty smart. We’ve been together for almost seven years and I still couldn’t keep track of a hockey game if a gun was to my head. Meanwhile you were a whole captain. You had to make decisions on your feet—or, your skates. Not to mention, hm, oh yeah, you have a PhD in molecular biology. Did you forget about that? Doctor Jung?”

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled into your collarbone.

“Oh yeah,” you mimicked him lovingly. “I nearly flunked my bio for non-majors course my freshman year, you know.”

“What?” He squinted up at you. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“You knew I was a Bio major, you should’ve asked me for help.”

“I kick myself every day for it,” you replied melodramatically, and finally saw a smile tug at the corner of his lips. “So? Do you think you still like hockey or not?”

He let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I do. I really do.”

“Good. I’m glad.” You kissed the top of his head. “I want you to do stuff that makes you happy.”

“Coach came and found me at the lab last week... the day we got the VIP passes from Donghyuck. He’s looking for a part-time assistant coach, said I was his first pick,” Sungchan admitted quietly.

“That’s why you were so... off that day, huh?”

“Yeah. It felt like I was handed a pamphlet for a retirement home.”

You chuckled as he reached forward to set the picture down on the coffee table, then grabbed your hand that was on his chest. He looked up at you with heartachingly familiar, big, round doe eyes, ones that hadn’t changed in the ten years since you’d first met.

“I told him no but... I’m thinking maybe I should ask if he’s found someone else yet?”

“I think that’s a great idea, baby.” You pecked his forehead. “Coach Jung… I think I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, a much different look in his eye as he sat up to his full height, towering over you.

“I don’t know, let me try it again.”

“Go ahead.”

“Coach Jung.” You reached for the back of his neck as he laid you down on your couch, hovering over you. “Yeah, it’s got a nice ring to it, huh? Powerful, sexy. I love a man with a whistle.”

“You’re so dorky,” he snickered, letting you pull his lips down to yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more, my Sungchannie.” You cradled his face with both of your hands.

“Lies.” He kissed your lips. “Impossible.” He kissed your neck.

“Says who?”

“Who has the whistle here?”

“You don’t have one yet,” you teased, holding your arms up for him to pull your shirt off. “Assistant Coach Jung.”

Sungchan kissed a trail down your front, stopping above your waistband. “You’re forgetting something, baby.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m a scientist, with a degree and everything, and I say it’s scientifically impossible for anybody to love anybody more than I love my girl.”

You made grabby hands at him, and he rose up from where he had settled between your legs, entirely blocking out the lights above you. You connected your mouths together again, wrapping your arms and legs around him so tightly he had no choice but to lay his entire weight on top of you.

“No fair,” you complained into his mouth. “I just told you I almost flunked Gen Ed bio.”

“You should’ve let me be your sexy tutor, then.” He didn’t sound sympathetic at all.

“Yeah, freshman you all sweaty and nervous in your hockey team hoodie.” You broke apart to giggle. “Real hot stuff, Channie. Literally.”

“You’re lucky you’re the love of my life, or I’d be really hurt at some of the stuff you say to me, you know.”

“You’re right.” You gave him a peck. “I am lucky that I’m the love of your life.”

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[carvedinink]

Spencer Reid and coworker that got injured during a case 🥺🥺

GIF NOT MINE !!

CW: reader gets shot, mention of hospital, reader has hair, use of y/n.

Spencer watches in horror as you ran after the unsub, he saw him pull out a gun aiming it towards you.

He screamed out your name a second too late as the unsub shot you clean through your left shoulder.

You still manage to catch him as he tries to run away securing him before the others arrange and Spencer rushes to your side.

Spencer snaps back to reality when he hears you groaning and writhing in the hospital bed.

“Y/n I’m glad you’re awake, but uh don’t move you don’t want to reopen the stitches on your shoulder.” He states slightly nervous.

You finally realize you’re surrounding the bright fluorescent lights above you and the beeping of the machines monitoring you.

You look around completely lost the memories of what happened flooding back. Running after the unsub, him pulling out the gun, shots fired, and now you’re here.

He takes in your concerned look and speaks, “It’s okay y/n we currently have the unsub in custody, just try to take it easy for now.”

Your head flops back against the pillow letting out another groan as the lights hurt your eyes. Slowly drifting to sleep as Spencer watches over you.

••••• DAYS LATER •••••

You were relieved to finally be discharged from the hospital. Packing up your things getting ready to leave when you walk into Spencer at the door.

“Oh, Spencer sorry! Didn’t see you there.” You apologize.

“Don’t worry about it y/n” he gives a small smile “they’re discharging you so soon?” He asks concern lacing his voice.

“Oh yeah, told me to take it easy and gave me some meds, so I’ll be set.” You chuckle and give him a weak thumbs up with your right hand.

You brush past him walking to your car. He follows slowly behind you reaching for your hand as you try to open the driver side door.

“Why don’t you let me drive you home y/n” he says taking your things from you to put in the back “you’re injured and it’s only fair after all those times you’ve helped me on cases.”

You stare at him weighing your options remembering you don’t even have a car with you, “oh that’s so sweet of you Spence!” You smile happily hopping in the passenger side seat.

The drive was uneventful apart from Spencer’s slight ramblings and fact giving. Before you knew it you were back at your apartment.

“Thank you again Spence you’re a life-saver, literally.” You wave him off, but are slightly confused when he follows you inside.

“Uh Spencer?” You say slightly confused. “I should be alright on my own I appreciate it but-“

He cuts you off by walking towards your room.

“I’ll just help you get set up for your recovery, make sure everything happens smoothly.”

He begins moving things around in your room to make it easier for you to get around. Setting up a water bottle near your bed and setting out a fresh pair of pajamas.

“Thank you again Spencer.” You mumble while getting into bed.

As soon as your head hits the pillow your body overrides with tiredness. You get all set up in bed while Spencer continues to wander around your room rambling and doing who knows what. You softy mumble out an ‘mhm’ before drifting to sleep.

He notices and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Goodnight y/n, sleep well.”

[manyimaginativemuses]

Lend Me Your Voice (Thin Man/Anthony X Original Character) - Chapter 1

Summary: The Thin Man swore he was dead. He had made it about five blocks before he passed out. He was honestly ready to die, after all he had saved Dylan and the Angels’ lives. O’Grady was dead and he was well on his way to joining him in hell.

That is until he heard a voice beckoning him back to Earth. Despite the blood in his eyes, the sight of a full head of shocking blue hair and vibrant eyes told him to hold on. Something in this cold cruel world didn’t want him dead yet, and whatever that something was, it had thrown Anthony directly into Miranda Sullivan’s path. And there was no way she was letting this man die in the street….

Chapter warnings: blood, possibly inaccurate descriptions of emergency medical treatment

((Yes I’m writing a fic for a completely dead fandom because I am head over heels obsessed with Anthony and I needed to give him love. He deserves it))

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Tagging @vereorr @werewolf-on-high @labyrinthphanlivingafacade @stainedlilac

“Holy shit, Miranda get your ass out here!” The loud voice of her coworker reached Miranda’s ears as she was carding yet another freshly 21 year old who wanted entrance to the club. She was working security that night, things hadn’t been too bad as per usual, but then she heard Darius’s voice calling her name. And when she came out front, Miranda gasped in horror at the sight in front of her. There was a finely dressed man covered in blood and debris lying on the ground in front of the club, his legs visibly injured and what appeared to be an exit wound on his back.

“OH MY GOD!” Miranda rushed to the man’s side. She had been an RN once and had graduated nursing school, which is why Darius called for her rather than anyone else, and why she was so quick to pull off her jacket and use it to stop the bleeding on his back wound, “DARIUS CALL 911!” She shouted. However, the second she did so, the man she was helping reached up and grabbed her leg. She screamed in surprise and looked down at him, her face softening when she saw him. He was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. His ice blue eyes were haunting and full of pain, his cheekbones sliced to bits from broken glass and an expression of fear clear on his face. When he got her attention, he used the blood dripping off his hand to barely write something on the concrete as best he could.

“NO HOSPITAL”

Miranda stared at the message and looked at the man. She knew he needed medical attention, but then again she didn’t know his story. She didn’t want to accidentally send him back into the clutches of a potential abuser by bringing him to a hospital, but she also didn’t want him to die out here on the street.

“Fuck shit, goddammit, Darius help me carry him to my apartment. Tell Jade I’m taking the rest of the night off, it’s an emergency.” Miranda demanded as Darius looked at her shocked and confused. He was on the phone with 911 but with the glare Miranda gave him, he told them never mind and hung up.

“I swear to god Miranda, you better call 911 if he tanks.” Darius then scooped up the injured man into his arms and Miranda followed behind him as they ran across the street to her apartment complex. She was so grateful she lived nearby, otherwise she wouldn’t have even considered not sending this man to the hospital.

“Put him on the bed, grab my emergency med bag from my bathroom, and get the fuck out. I’m already overstimulated as it is, I love you Darius, but I need to be alone with my patient right now.” She spat, chuckling softly as she could hear Darius muttering to himself from the bedroom. As soon as she got her shoes off and her keys in the bowl, she bolted into the bedroom and found the man lying on some towels that Darius was kind enough to put down first so her bed wasn’t covered in blood.

“You sure you don’t need me for anything?”

“Darius what the fuck did I just say?!” She shouted at him and the man raised his hands in defense before leaving.

Suddenly it was just Miranda and the dying stranger she’d pulled into her apartment.

“Ok handsome, I’m not letting you die on me tonight.” Miranda yanked on a pair of gloves from her bag as she began to pull and cut his suit off. He was making noises of pain and discomfort, but all she could do was give gentle apologies as she continued her work.

However, the sudden and immediate yanking of her hair pulled her out of her emergency mode.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?!” She yelped as the man had ripped out a decent chunk of her hair when she got close to his face to check for any other injuries. She was about to curse him out again until she saw him frantically sniffing and rubbing the hair against his face.

”Oh lovely, I got a fucking tweaker on my hands, great..” She thought to herself as she continued. Miranda had tried to ask him questions, tried to get him to say anything, but he was silent the whole time other than just a few moans and groans of pain. The main thing that needed to be taken care of was the massive chest wound which she had packed with gauze.

“Ok handsome, you need to sit up now, I gotta get this hole cleaned up.” Miranda said sweetly and the man nodded weakly, crying out in pain when he was sat upright. She surmised he probably had a few broken ribs but those she couldn’t do anything about. Luckily the wound was a clean shot through but surprisingly wasn’t bleeding too excessively. It seemed to have missed any major arteries and didn’t hit his heart, which was incredibly lucky given it was on his left side. Digging through her emergency bag, she sighed heavily when she knew she’d have to use her stash of morphine that she’d stolen from her med school. She’d nearly gotten caught when she grabbed the vials, but she wanted them for emergencies like this.

“You’re not on any other drugs right now are you? I need you to be honest here Mr. Silent!” Miranda demanded and the man weakly shook his head no, “Fuck I have to take your word for it. Please don’t haunt my ass if you’re lying.” She then injected him with a decent amount of morphine that she guessed would work for his weight. She then crawled onto the bed behind him before handing him a wooden spoon she’d grabbed earlier from her kitchen.

“Bite down on this.” She instructed, making sure he held it between his teeth before she properly started cleaning out the exit wound on his back. She couldn’t wait for the morphine to kick in as she didn’t want him bleeding out, but she also knew she couldn’t risk infection since they weren’t in a hospital, so she knew this would hurt like hell. And hurt it did as he immediately began screaming into the spoon when she started cleaning and disinfecting his back wound. However once she did, she immediately started stitching it up right as the morphine started to kick in and his screams got lower and lower. Miranda thanked every god out there she was still wearing her sensory earplugs she wore whenever she worked at clubs because she knew she’d be thrown into a meltdown if she had to hear his screams unfiltered.

Regardless, he was finally starting to relax as she finished stitching up his back wound. She then lied him back down and started work on his chest wound, which was far less difficult now that he wasn’t screaming his head off. However he was still rubbing the hair against his face, almost as if it was a self soothing behavior. Miranda quirked an eyebrow as she watched him, confused and curious as to if this behavior was a stim or if it was just a weird quirk of his. Soon enough though, every wound that needed stitches was cleaned and sewn back up and amazingly, she had managed to stop his bleeding all on her own. Also amazingly, his legs didn’t appear to be completely shattered as she originally thought. He definitely had two sprained ankles and was going to have some gnarly full body bruising, but his legs were just as long and thin as the rest of him once she cut his pants off and didn’t appear to have any bad breaks.

“Jesus H Christmas… you are so lucky you ran into me, handsome….” The man was staring at her properly by this point, his ice blue eyes wide and serious as he watched her. The morphine however seemed to be knocking him out as intended and Miranda flopped down into her bean bag chair beside her bed when it was finally over. She needed to take a breath and regulate herself now that the man wasn’t in critical danger anymore. But Miranda knew she probably wasn’t going to be getting much sleep that night, as she had to make sure the man survived through the night to begin with.

Anthony, however, lying on this strange woman’s bed fading in and out of consciousness, could only think of one question: Why? Why was this random woman who found him on the street taking the time and effort to save him? She had no idea who he was or what he did, but she took it upon herself to save him regardless. Anthony felt his heart clench at this strange kindness, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He thought he felt something similar less than an hour earlier, when Dylan Sanders had mirrored him on a rooftop after he saved her life. But it was clear Dylan and The Angels had other things more important to deal with than the life of some “creepy” thin assassin. For the moment though, as he was finally drifting off to sleep, he glanced over at the beautiful woman trembling in the chair beside him. Her hair reminded him of the ocean in Key West, how the sun shone off it just right that it looked like liquid blue glass. He’d pulled off a chunk of it when she got too close to his own hair, both as a deterrent from her touching it and also because he needed to stim so desperately or he was going to be even more uncomfortable than he already was. Her hair smelled like roses and rainwater as he rubbed it against his nose and cheek, a shaky sigh fleeing his chest as the scent soothed him even more than the morphine. He hadn’t really focused on her face when he was writhing in pain, but with the morphine on board, he was finally able to see and process the face of his savior. And if he hadn’t been one hundred percent sure he was still alive, he would’ve sworn he’d died and gone to heaven because the woman sitting beside him was just as beautiful if not more so, than the Angels who’d bested him so many times before. Her makeup was subtle but he noticed a star under her left eye, painted on her cheek. Her outfit was definitely less subtle, but it appeared to be her work uniform, so he didn’t pay that much mind.

The last thing he noticed before he passed out completely was the way she started chewing on her own hair when she met his gaze once more. What he wouldn’t give for her to allow him access to her hair willingly….

[dickmedowndc]

Misunderstandings - J'onn J'onzz x Reader

Word Count: 1,385

Summary: Working on the tower or in any vicinity of a hero was never a safe job – and while staff often got to avoid the worst of it, they were not always spared from injury. You had been lucky up until this point, managing to avoid the fray until one bad choice to switch a shift and help a coworker out. You got off lucky though, despite being one of the last to evacuate the room, you would heal just fine. At least that was what Martian Manhunter told you. But the coming days found him at your side more often than not despite being cleared, and you were unaware of the circulating theories surrounding the two of you.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga (Tumblr). I really don’t know enough about the show you originally requested it from, honestly, but I tried to give you something close. I hope you guys enjoy! 

…★…

It had to be today. Of course it did. 

This was what you got for willingly switching shifts with your coworker, not that you would have wished them into your situation instead – you wouldn’t. But it didn’t make the panic that set in along with the blare of the warning alarms any duller in your mind. 

You weren’t even sure what the threat was. If there had been an announcement over the comm systems then you had certainly missed it. But given the way the speakers seemed to crackle with white noise, it was more likely that communications had just been jammed instead. 

There was no real time to think as the sirens seemed to blare louder in the hallways, workers making a break for whichever designated safe zone was nearest to them. 

A few remained at their posts stubbornly, either the more seasoned workers or those newer who just didn’t seem to fear whatever unknown was headed for the tower and everyone inside. 

It wasn’t like you had much time to think on the matter, or even double back to your own station in some last-ditch heroics – though your survival instincts screamed at you to keep moving. Because a moment later, as you made it to the threshold of the door, the entire tower shook and groaned under the impact of something against the exterior walls. The force shook you off your feet and sent you colliding with the harsh metal of the door frame, effectively knocking the air out of you. 

For a moment you couldn’t tell if it was the shaking of the walls or the force of your impact that had the room spinning. All you could remember was trying to get to your feet, every nerve still screaming that you needed to get somewhere safe, before blurry vision gave way to pitch black. 

When you finally came to, the attack was over. You tried moving but the blinding lights of the med bay only made you wince, raising one arm to cover your eyes to try and relieve the pounding in your head. 

“It’s good to see you awake.” 

The voice was familiar, but it took a moment longer for you to place it before you hesitantly pulled your arm away and looked to your left. 

Thankfully he seemed to block out the worst of the lights, and while you still had to squint, it only took a moment before your eyes finally adjusted. Before you stood The Martian Manhunter, seeming to check over your vitals rather than look directly at you. 

“Do I want to know what happened?” 

“When the Watchtower was attacked you were thrown off balance and suffered a blow to the head, it knocked you unconscious. Some of the other staff saw and were able to get you to a safe zone until the worst of it passed, and then brought you here to the medical bay.” Finally, he turned to look at you, content with what he saw on the screens. “How are you feeling?” 

“Like I just got my head slammed into a wall,” you gripped, choosing to go back to closing your eyes as the headache steadily got stronger. 

 “Did you sustain any other injuries?” 

“Only this headache and maybe my pride – depends on who saw me.” You risked a glance over to the Martian and noticed the uptick of his mouth for only a moment before his prior expression returned. 

“That I cannot answer. You were already here when I arrived. But I may be able to find something to aid with your headache.” 

“It would be appreciated.” You try to sound as sincere as you can with the pounding in your head, honestly grateful for the chance to ease the pain. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, I'll see what I can do.” 

At some point after he walks away you must fall asleep, because the next thing you know you’re waking up again to a nurse standing over you, offering medicine and a glass of water. 

Thankfully you got off easy, especially compared to some of the others who had been working that day, and in only a few hours they let you out of med bay on the condition you return the next day for a follow up. Just a precaution, they tell you, and you agree, eager to get back on your feet. Especially since your shift ended almost three hours prior and the thought of getting to sleep in your own bed was sirens call. 

Good things can never last forever though, and sooner than you would have liked you had been awakened by your alarm and set off to assist with the clean up around the tower. Besides, you were still due to check back with medical about your injury the day before. And that was non-negotiable, you had seen them track down people through the halls for less. 

You shivered at the thought as you stepped into the hallway. 

“Are you okay?” 

The question shocked you and you whipped around, finding no one at first before glancing up, spotting the resident Martian halfway phased through the wall. 

You blinked once or twice in surprise before nodding. “Feeling better, but I still have to do a follow up with medical today.” 

“You were shivering a moment ago.” 

[im-fckn-threaded]

Heyo! I saw your post about RSD and tried to comment but Tumblr said "no," so I'm sending it as an ask, I guess. 😅 Not trying to be a creeper.

I took Focalin for a while (currently on a blend of Wellbutrin and Prozac, because it manages all parts of my AuDHD well). It helped with a lot of the symptoms of brain fog and executive dysfunction, but I haven't noticed much (if any) difference in my RSD. If anything, it gives you a tiny gap of space in between the painful impact and your reaction. So I get a (non-judgy) mental voice letting me know that while my feelings are real and valid, assigning extra meaning to the perceived rejection isn't helping me.

Silly example: getting a briefer text without all the required emojis and punctuation to let me know the other person isn't pissed at me.

This feels like a slap in the face OR like a hole ripped in my gut. And I can't do anything about that feeling. But what I can do is realize my brain is telling me that the other person is upset, that I've done something wrong, etc etc. My brain is telling me that, but the only objective information I have is "I got a short text." It's up to the other person to tell me that they're actually upset.

So to sum up:

1. Meds didn't make RSD feel better (for me), but it gave me some breathing space to choose some different reactions.

2. Validating the reaction for how scary or painful it is (the reaction is NOT stupid) is important.

3. Recognize the other bits that are contributing to why this particular thing feels so very bad.

4. Discard everything that is not super simply and objectively true.

I know we tend to be hyper intuitive and often right in our assumptions, but the bottom line is that that sh1t is not our business.

I'm interested to hear other people's behavioral recs!

No Problem! I don't know why you couldn't comment, sorry 😞 Maybe you are on your side blog or something (?). Anyway, that doesn't matter. Thanks for answering! I hope it's ok if I answer publicly.

What really bugs me about the whole RSD situation is, that objectively I know. My brain knows. That the person is just in a hurry, that it wasn't directed at me, that sometimes things upset people and you can't avoid negative reactions. That it is impossible to be everybody's darling. All that. But 5 minutes later I'm sitting in the corner, crying anyway. Like, bawling my eyes out. And that makes me feel incredibly immature, not being able to rationally go over my emotions and deal with them like an adult (like all the other adults) and instead cry, because a coworker told me I'm a bit loud sometimes. Which is exactly what happened today. I had to go home from work early (I'm fucking… in my mid 30s goddamn!!!! I'm a project manager!), because I was in tears and could't get a grip of myself. That coworker has never said anything remotely mean to me ever and I felt so betrayed. Why was he being all nice and stuff all the time, if he thought I was loud and obnoxious? I know that that is what adult people do. Talk about things. Make a joke or try do soften the blow of giving someone critique by wrapping it in a funny comment or a little quip. But that did not prevent me from dissolving in a complete melt down. And of course I feel so stupid for it. In hindsight, this whole situation is just hysterical. And additionally, I'm going to completely change the way I interact with that person in the future from now on. Not consciously, but yeah. Also I'm super scared to go back to work tomorrow. I feel humiliated by him saying I was obnoxiously loud sometimes and always had to comment everything, in front of all the other team members. And them agreeing, after I asked a few in private. I don't want to be seen at that place anymore. I'm so sure they've talked about me behind my back before that situation. There also is a 100% chance I'm making this up in my head and actually everyone already forgot. Except me. I'm sitting here all paranoid and puffy-eyed, sniffling like an idiot about things that can't be changed anymore.

Thanks for sharing your insights! I actually feel better now. I'm a bit sad to hear, that medication didn't help you. I don't want to self-diagnose too much, but I was reading a bit about RSD and medication and how treating the ADHD through medication can affect the RSD positively. But we'll see.

[unfilteredrealities]

My crutch arrived the day before yesterday and it is amazing. I’m finally feeling more stability when walking and my right leg can’t sneak up on me anymore on pressing windows shutting down du du du du dum.

It gave me so much support on Friday when I went to work.

It was exhausting though having to explain to every coworker who asked me why I have a crutch at age 26 because like YES PEOPLE CAN HAVE ISSUES AT THIS AGE FFS 😭 and ofc some where like you are too young to have these issues and taking these meds.

The work cleaning lady was like just get a stomach reduction surgery so ur weight isn’t fucking up ur back no more - which HOLY SHIT TOO INVASIVE OF AN ADVICE I DIDN’T ASK FOR

Pro: people are nice and are offering their help to you and the cars stop when you are at the crosswalk , the Uber drivers are extra nice too

Cons: people pester you with questions why how and when, they try to grab the crutch without asking you if it’s okay if they can try it out , lots of questions , people give you unwanted and unasked advice with their “solutions”

I think I’ll turn my crutch into Froggie the Beater bcs istg if the next person who tries to give me unasked advice I’ll bonk them with the crutch!

I have to do so much shit still 😭

Go to family doctor to show them what the neurologist said and what paper she gave me

Go get a MRI of my lower back

Get an X Ray of my right Hip

Get done this one test to see if my nerves are still intact in my right side

Go get multiple blood tests done

Go with the results to the Neurologist

[camp-counselor-life]

So I am having a rough day. I cried on the phone to two different doctor's offices before 9 am, and one of the receptionists was... not impressed. I'm sorry, I have been suffering from nausea and not eating for weeks, holding out for the appointment that they called me to cancel last minute, then told me that, no, they would not prescribe me something to help, call someone else (edit, I am aware this is not the receptionist's fault). I was sobbing by the time I called that someone else.

I was also whiney and needy and annoying today. Probably because of the med thing and also trying to set up a year's worth of programs in 3 days with about 3 business hours of planning time. Without help. So it's stressful, to say the least. I feel judged for not doing more by a coworker, who said I should keep standing up to my boss anyway, when I said I didn't have any fight left in me.

Anyway. Here are my good things.

I did end up getting a nausea medication! Yay! Unfortunately, they only gave me 9 doses, with no refills, so it won't even last me through the holiday. So I will be, uh, rationing to make it until next Tuesday. Or until I can convince myself that it's worth it to go to the virtual urgent care and beg a third doctor's office for help. But, for now, I am feeling better, and I am grateful for that.

I did make some headway in making the HOA people nicer. They're all liars unfortunately, but they stopped ranting.

I am doing better on self care the past few days. I'm more demotivated today, but I'm still trying.

I'm still trying.

[stardustcrusader]

i think my surgery day is probably gonna be one of my most favorite days of my life because the snapshots i do remember were great

my boyfriend and i in the car at 5:45am, when it's still dark out. i turn the engine over and he looks at me, the interior lights glowing blue so i can make out his face. "are you ready?" i make an 'i don't know' noise and he says, "no, no, are you ready?" and i stop and i think. and i go "yeah," before we head off to the hospital.

the pre-op nurse's eyes going super wide because the vein on my arm was so huge. she went "i wanna do, like, experiments on you. that vein is so juicy." i laughed super hard and started telling her about how i let my coworkers practice their first blood draws on me because no one's ever missed me.

two different people trying to come into my room while the surgeons were marking my chest up for surgery and them having to yell back "we're marking!" several times to keep the door from being opened. a little army all here to help make my dream a reality.

my surgeon looking at me and going "alright, it sounds like they're chomping at the bit out there. are you ready?" i don't even hesitate this time. "yes." i say from the hospital bed.

i forgot that i can't have morphine since it makes me nauseous. they gave me some during the last stitch. i came out of the or gagging and retching--but i don't remember it. i remember dozing off a lot after they tried a bunch of different anti-nausea meds on me. the pacu nurse stayed with me for four hours until i could stand on my own. turning my head made me feel motion sick, like the whole world was spinning. she brought me some crackers to eat and water with a bendy straw to help me recover. they were the best thing i'd had all day. she held my hands as i practiced standing up from bed and we swapped stories about hernia patients we'd seen at work while we waited for discharge to get me.

my mom went to get me and my boyfriend dinner--i was at the hospital for 12 straight hours. stephen said he was really glad i packed him a lunch because he ate basically everything in the bag. it made me glad, too. she came back with matzo ball soup. it had too much pepper, but i didn't care. i ate half of it and saved the other half for the next day.

i love being alive. i love it so much. i'm so happy i got to experience this. i'm so glad i get to live the life i have now and that i didn't die all that time ago. i'm excited to see what's under my bandages. i'm excited to live.

[all-the-things-2020]

Continuing the Way - Chapter Six

Summary: Mariana tells Din and her coworkers the news.

Rating: PG

The moment Mariana walked through the door, Din knew something was bothering her. His plan to tell her about his encounter with Isard was forgotten. “You’re home early. What’s wrong?,” he asked as she dropped her bag on the table. 

“Nothing,” she said. “I just wasn’t getting much work done so I decided to come home and see my favorite boys.” She dropped to her knees and hugged the boys, who had come running as soon as they heard her unlocking the door.

“Mommy, bad man came,” Cabur told her. “Daddy said NO. I said you go! Bad man went away.” He acted out the whole scene, shaking his finger as he told her how Din had said “No” and pointing fiercely as he told her how he’d told Isard to go away.

“A bad man?” Mariana asked, looking up at Din.

He shrugged. “We ran into Jado Isard on the way home from the park,” he said briefly. “I had to tell him no again, but this time I think he got the message, thanks to Cabur.” He tousled the boy’s hair. Ad’ika shot him a sideways glance, but remained silent, letting his brother take all the credit. Din made a mental note to slip Ad’ika a little extra dessert before bedtime.

“Well, that must have been exciting,” Mariana said. “Why don’t we get cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all about it while we eat?” 

She seemed distracted as she helped him wash the boys’ hands and faces, and picked half-heartedly at her dinner. “Something’s up,” he said quietly, while the boys were busy eating. “Tell me.”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just a little tired.”

Din watched her closely. Her eyes looked a bit red, and the skin around them was puffy. She’d been crying.

“You had that med clinic appointment today,” he realized, blurting it out before thinking. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she insisted, a fake smile on her face. “I’m perfectly healthy, cyar’ika. I just … I have a little problem at work that’s been bothering me.” She shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it later, after the boys are asleep.”

She wouldn’t lie to him, so he took her at her word. Physically, she was fine, which was a relief, and he knew she’d confide in him when she was ready. Still, he did his best to tire the boys out after dinner so they’d be ready for bed early. If Mariana noticed, she gave no indication, her nose buried in her data pad as she studied for her upcoming exams.

Din bathed the boys himself, which he’d been doing a lot lately anyway, with Mariana working late so often and tucked them in with a bedtime story about a baby Mythosaur that he’d made up in desperation one night, and that had become one of Cabur’s favorites. When both boys finally drifted off to sleep, Din kissed them goodnight and went to join Mariana on the couch.

“Okay, they’re asleep,” he said. “So tell me what’s bothering you.”

Mariana put her data pad aside. “I … I just have a decision to make,” she began hesitantly. “One I don’t want to have to make but one that’s unavoidable.”

Din took her hand. “Tell me,” he urged.

She sighed. “You know I’ve been asked to coordinate the bibliography project for the Galactic History Consortium.” He nodded. “And I have classes. And I’m working for Professor Ti’lik.” She paused and he knew she was fighting back tears. “I’m going to have to give up something,” she said quietly. “Either the bibliography project or classes next term. I … I can’t do both.”

“Why not?” Din asked. “I thought Ti’lik was giving you some time off from her research project so you can concentrate on the Consortium project.”

“She is, but … there’s another project that I didn’t know about,” she said with a strange smile.

Din shook his head. “I’m confused.”

“When I was at the med clinic, I asked about replacing my contraceptive implant when it expires,” she said. “But turns out I was a little confused about the dates and it already expired … so I asked if we could replace it now and the doctor said she couldn’t.”

“Why not?” Din asked, although he was starting to suspect the answer.

“Because there’s no point in having an implant when you’re already pregnant,” Mariana said, squeezing his hand.

“A baby?” Din asked. “We’re having another baby?” He knew Mariana had mixed feelings about being pregnant right now but he felt a grin creeping over his face. 

“Yes,” she said. He kissed her, then sat back. Her eyes were brimming with tears.

“You’re happy, aren’t you?,” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” she said quickly. “I just … the timing isn’t good … I was so excited about the Consortium project and I only have a few classes left to finish for my degree.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I don’t know what to do, Din.”

“What do you want to do?,” he asked.

“I want to do it all,” she said, exasperated. “I want to finish my degree, and work on the project for the Consortium, and the project for Professor Ti’lik, and be a good mother, and … I just can’t. I can’t do it all.” She started sobbing quietly and Din wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he whispered. “You don’t have to do it all. I’m here. We’ll figure this out.” He rubbed her back as she cried onto his shoulder. 

“I can’t give up my job,” she said into his shirt. “We’d lose the subsidized housing, and the health care, and my free tuition. But if I keep working, I can’t take classes next term. Maybe not even the term after that.”

“You can’t quit school,” Din said. 

“But the job is more important right now,” she said. “We’ve got the boys to think of.”

“Then keep working for Ti’lik and give up the Consortium project,” he suggested. “I know it’s a big deal, and a great move career-wise, but getting your degree is the most important thing, after the family.”

She sighed against him. “I know,” she said. “I just … I was supposed to meet with Professor Dane next week to give him an outline of my proposal for the project. Now I’ll have to tell him I can’t do it. I feel like I’m letting him down.”

“You aren’t letting anyone down, cyar’ika,” Din said. “You’re putting your family first. And the project isn’t even really off the ground yet, so it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find someone else to coordinate it.”

He kept on talking, comforting her as best he could, all while the thought, Another baby, another baby, we’re having another babybounced around inside his head. Finally, she pulled away from his shoulder enough to look him in the eye.

“Thank you,” she said. “I know you want to celebrate, and believe me, my love, I am truly happy about this.” She ran her finger down his nose, then let the tip linger on his lips. “I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

He smiled against her finger, then kissed it gently. “It’s a nice surprise,” he said.

“And at least this time when I found out, you were here, not off on some quest to preserve the honor of Mandalore,” she said, snuggling close.

“Um, about that …,” Din said.

She sat up, looking him in the eye. “What?”

“Before I told Isard to get lost again, he told me why he wanted my help,” he said carefully. “He claims to have the location of the wreck of an Old Republic ship that is rumored to have a cargo that included a large stash of beskar. He needs to pay off a debt to a Hutt, and he offered me half of whatever’s left after he pays that off … and all the beskar.” He looked down, ashamed to keep her gaze. “I … I was tempted. For about thirty seconds, until Ad’ika brought me to my senses.”

“We have enough beskar,” Mariana chided him softly, taking his hand and caressing his ring.

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I sent a comm to the Mand’alor before you got home. I told her what Isard told me, and suggested she send someone to ‘persuade’ him to divulge the coordinates to her. If that cache of beskar really does exist, no one deserves it more than the people of Mandalore.”

“And you’re willing to let the glory of repatriating it go to someone else?,” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “A Mandalorian should retrieve it. And I’m not a Mandalorian anymore.”

She kissed him slowly. “No, you aren’t,” she said as she pulled back. “Are you okay with that?”

He slipped one arm behind her to pull her close, while the other pressed against her belly, searching for the child he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel yet, but that he already loved so fiercely. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’m your husband. Ad’ika and Cabur’s father. This child’s father. That’s more than enough for me.”

***************************** The first thing Mariana did when she arrived at work the next day was contact the department secretary to find out Professor Dane’s schedule. He had two lectures in the morning, with a twenty minute break between them, and she set a reminder on her data pad so she could be at the lecture hall in time to catch him during the break.

Then she told Professor Ti’lik the news. “I am overjoyed for you,” Ti’lik said, wrapping here in an embrace so tight, Mariana was afraid she might have damaged a rib. “Bearing an offspring is a tremendous honor among my species. Of course, our gestation is much longer than yours, and entails a great deal of sacrifice of time and physical strength.” She’d told Mariana a bit about the ordeal of bearing her two offspring years ago, of the time spent sitting still so the fragile egg inside her gestation pocket did not break, of the long months after the egg hatched protecting the youngling as it grew in the pocket, of the arduous process of extracting the offspring from the pocket when it had grown large enough to survive in the outside world. It made human pregnancy seem like a minor inconvenience.

“Thank you,” she told Ti’lik once she could breathe again. “I need to talk to Professor Dane between his morning lectures, if that’s okay.” 

Ti’lik huffed. “You don’t have to ask my permission, you know that.”

Mariana fidgeted with the items on her desk, not getting a bit of work done, until it was time to leave for the lecture hall. Professor Dane was just finishing up his first lecture when she arrived, and she waited in the hallway until the last student was gone.

“Mariana!” Dane said when he saw her come in. “I thought our meeting was next week!”

“It is,” she said. “But I needed to talk to you about something that can’t wait until then.”

He waved her further into the room and offered her a seat in the front row of the lecture hall, then sat down next to her. “What is it?” 

She took a deep breath. “I’m … I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your offer to coordinate the Consortium Bibliography project,” she said quietly.

Dane blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he said. “I just got a comm yesterday from Sian Tevv saying you’d asked him to join your team. He was very excited.”

“I know,” Mariana said. “But my situation has changed since I contacted him. I’m not going to have as much free time next term as I thought I would.”

“Why not? Professor Ti’lik said you’re ahead of schedule on her project,” Dane frowned.

“I found out yesterday that I’m pregnant,” she said.

“Congratulations,” Dane said. “But I still don’t understand why you have to give up the Consortium project.”

Mariana shook her head. “I can’t work for Ti’lik and take classes and do the bibliography project and still take care of myself,” she admitted. “I have to keep working, or I’ll lose the subsidized housing and my health care access. And I can’t quit school when I’m so close to getting my degree. My husband and I talked it over and it makes the most sense that I give up the Consortium project now while you have time to find someone else to take over.”

Dan sat back and nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like you’ve thought this out thoroughly,” he said after a moment, “but you’re forgetting one important bit of information.”

“What?” Mariana asked. “I’ve gone over the situation a million times.” She sighed in frustration.

Dane leaned forward and patted her hand. “One of the requirements for receiving a degree is completing a capstone project,” he said. “I don’t see why you can’t use the Consortium project for that. That way you’ll still earn credits this term without having to take any classes.”

“But, I thought I had to finish all the required courses before I could start a capstone,” she said.

Dane shrugged. “It’s not the way we normally do things, but we don’t normally hire undergraduates as research assistants, either.” He sat forward. “Ti’lik went out on a limb to hire you, and frankly some of us thought she was being a bit foolish, but you both proved us wrong, Mariana. I want you to join the department as soon as you’re qualified, and if we have to make a few unorthodox accommodations to make that happen, so be it.”

She sat back in her seat. Could it possibly be this easy to resolve her dilemma? “You don’t know what a relief this is,” she said after a long moment. “I’ve been fretting about this ….” She started laughing. “I guess that’s why you’re the professor and I’m still the student, right?”

Dane patted her shoulder. “The student will soon surpass the teacher,” he said, “but I’m glad I still have the advantage.” He stood up. “I need to prepare for my next lecture, but we’ll talk more at our meeting next week. And don’t worry about next term. We’ll work it all out. The most important thing is that you take care of yourself and that baby.” He smiled. “Give my best to your husband and those adorable boys of yours.”

Mariana was surprised. She’d never shown Professor Dane any holos of her sons. He chuckled. “Ti’lik showed me a holo she took on the day of the employee picnic,” he explained. “She is quite enamored of the older one. I think it’s because she has those green patches on her arms.” He winked. Ti’lik was very proud of her green patches, which meant she’d borne offspring, but she got gently teased by her colleagues for sometimes going a bit too far to show them off.

Her heart was much lighter as she walked back to the office. Ti’lik was not there, so she took the opportunity to comm Din and tell him what Professor Dane had said.

“Oh, cyar’ika, that’s wonderful,” he said, before ducking out of camera range to grab at something that one of the boys had pulled off the table where he’d propped his data pad. “Leave that alone,” his muffled voice said. “I’m talking to Mommy.” His head popped back into view. “Sorry about that. Cabur distracted me while Ad’ika stole my sonic spanner.”

“What are you fixing that needs a sonic spanner?,” she asked, stifling a laugh.

“Building a spaceship,” he said matter of factly. He held up a jumble of metal about the size of his forearm. “It was decided that the tauntauns need their own ship.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Well, good luck with that,” she said. “I’ll be home early tonight.”

“We’ll have dinner waiting for you,” Din said before a loud crash echoed behind him. “Kriff, what are you doing now, Ad’ika?” The comm link went dark and Mariana stopped stifling her laugh. She giggled for a good five minutes before she was able to get her mind back on her work.

Welcome to the circus, little one, she thought, addressing the child in her belly for the first time. Now that the initial shock had worn off, and her worries about work and school had been allayed, she was able to enjoy the prospect of bringing another Djarin into the world. I just hope the galaxy can handle five of us.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[izzy-b-hands]

I know everyone on here only knew her via my occasional posts about work (back when I worked at the clinic in ND), but I wanted to post a small something about Pam, in honour of her passing today.

Pam had been at the clinic longer than any of us. And she was truly one of those employees that helped keep things running. She knew each doctor (but the MDs in particular, always the pickier and more needy than the ODs) like the back of her hand, in both scheduling requirements and overall likes and hates and needs. At first, she scared the ever-loving fuck out of me. She could be gruff, and occasionally outright mean, though I will always be grateful to her for the kindness she showed me compared to other trainees. Some of that may have come at first because she knew/worked alongside my mum for a few years prior to my being hired, but in time I found out that she simply did like me. Appreciated that I wanted to work hard and be better at everything in my life. Understood that life hadn't necessarily been kind or fair to me or my family and understood that well, because it hadn't been to her either.

Occasionally she'd be gone from work due to her Crohn's, and other chronic issues, and that was only what she'd tell you about. The implication was that, while she overall was quite happy with how things had ended up, there had been a lot of rough shit in between that had toughened Pam up a lot. It made her seem impossible to get to know to some, but I can say it was worth the work. Underneath the shell she'd had to grow to get through, there was a very kind, understanding woman who genuinely wanted the best for those she saw as doing their best in a world that's not easy for anyone to live in, even in the best of times and circumstances.

I admit, we did all encourage less than ideal parts of each other. She smoke too much and drank too much (and during the time in my life when I drank, we overdid it on her favourite long island iced teas more than once during happy hour after work.) But it helped to deal with things as work at the clinic got harder and things changed, unfortunately for the worse both for staff and patients (but I digress on that. The place is still running with Pam and I and many others gone, like any other privately owned rural clinic. When they're one of the few places open for care, they always straggle on no matter what they do to anyone else.) None of the above mentioned changed how fucking hard she worked though, and how she'd put her own job on the line to help out coworkers and patients alike whenever the chance arose.

That said, we helped get each other through the rougher days, and she gave me fantastic life advice in the times in between. Advice that finally helped get me out of ND, in fact, when it became clear that living there was no longer safe. Some of her best bits that I've engraved into my head are: 'there's always another job out there, another place to live, another person to meet that might be a friend to you. Don't let despair override your chance at something better, kinder, or easier. Take the treats that you can in life, whether that's a good drink or a favourite food or outing (she enjoyed the casino herself.) Don't worry too much about overindulging, because the time here is too fucking short anyway for it to matter in the way you think it will. Live your life, and feel it all in full, because it'll go by you faster than you expect.'

So tonight, with Housemate, I'm going to try and take her advice. I'm going to let myself be sad and miss her. I'll let myself be sad that it happened the way it did (barely a few days in hospice, from a cancer that it seems she didn't know about until very near the end. I only hope they had good meds to help her not hurt so much and that they let her have a few drinks and cigarettes if she wanted them.) We'll eat a good dinner, with food and drink that we like, and we'll look to see what we can send for flowers to her funeral (her sisters and nephews, I'm told, are doing their best to set it all up, but aside from that and past coworkers, I don't know if there's much of anyone else left to go to it or send anything. The least I can do to thank her for treating me with kindness and care when others didn't is to send flowers, I think.)

And I'll have a little, non-alcoholic, toast to her life and memory. May her memory be a blessing, and may whatever there is after this life be kind to Pam. She deserves that and more.

[fizzingwizard]

I've had such an awful spring

Got the flu in March

Bad cold in May which hung around forever and totally messed up my voice

When my voice finally was coming back, I got covid!

I'm grateful that my coworkers have been supportive. But I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow, even though it'll be just one day, because I'm exhausted just lying down all the time and at work I have to be go go go pretty much the whole time.

I'm not sure what happened, but anyway, I was told that I had to self-isolate "until Thursday." That was vague, I wasn't sure if it meant Thursday is the last day of self-isolation or Thursday is the first day I go back to work. So obvs I just asked my manager. I made sure to sent the message in two languages just in case. She confirmed "Yes you must self-isolate until Thursday." Which didn't clear anything up for me. So I said, "Alright, see you Thursday?" and she said "Thank you!"

Well y'all, today was Thursday. I had a HORRIBLE sleep on Wed night. It was one of those sleeps where you're kind of awake still and there's a mental reel of nightmarish fun house images under your eyes that doesn't stop. Usually that gets my heart racing, but this time it just made me not sleep well.

So I woke up groggy and got ready for work. It took ten minutes longer than usual even though I did nothing that isn't part of my normal routine. The summer heat is setting in. All the yellow flowers that were by the river last week have died and the purple ones that only come out in the mornings in summer appeared over the few days that I had to stay home. Got on the crowded train, and I don't know what happened but after ten minutes of standing pressed in line sardines, I suddenly got light-heated and nauseous. It got so bad that I had to bend over, then eventually crouch down on my knees. At that point the nice man sitting in front of me was kind enough to give me his seat so I could put my head between my legs. The vertigo eventually passed, but I had a weird hot feeling in my head the rest of the way. The night before I had gotten light-headed in the shower too, but felt better after cracking the door.

I have passed out in the shower once before, but never on a train, so that was freaky. I don't know what caused it, I haven't heard that fainting is a symptom of covid, but who knows. But more likely I suppose it was the combination of having been home without much exercise for several days, not eating much due to not having an appetite, and then suddenly moving around a lot more in the heat. Hopefully that's all it was, I guess I'll find out tomorrow...

Anyway, I get to work and my boss says, "You're here? You're supposed to come back tomorrow!"

xD

Whaat but I thought I confirmed I was supposed to come in today. Lol. Idk man. Anyway, I just said, "Then came I go home??" and went aaaaaall the way back buhahaha. It was a waste of money since I won't be able to have my travel expense covered. But I did get to buy pancakes for breakfast. And strawberries for tonight's dessert. Tbh I was really grateful for the surprise extra (albeit failed) self-isolation day. I didn't feel up to looking after the kids at all. Don't wanna try tomorrow either but if lack of exercise contributed to the light-headedness then it's best that I try to get back to my normal life as soon as I can.

The doc did give me meds, but was clear that I couldn't have antivirals. I assume the best treatments are being rationed for the people most in need. So I have some meds to help with the symptoms at least. One is making me feel a little weird but I'm not sure which. However, it's not a big deal, just a weird feeling, my arms and back feel hot... idk. Will keep an eye on it.

Gotta say this bout with covid was anything but fun. The symptoms I expected were not the ones that gave me the most trouble. My sore throat is not nearly as bad as what I had in May, and the cough is just a cough. The worst of all was the body aches. They were nightmarish. I took ibuprofen but it barely helped. My head, neck, back, and joints ached and all I wanted to do was sleep but there was no comfortable position. Then after that is the phlegm. Mainly because it tastes horrible, is constant, and is making me always nauseous from swallowing it. I feel like I have constant heartburn. I do have meds to help with the phlegm, but so far they haven't made a difference on the nausea.

Le sigh

However, counting blessings. I have multiple friends who are immunocompromised for various reasons who have struggled so much this whole time trying to be safe. I'm lucky I'm generally healthy and I'm even glad being recently sick meant that I really haven't gone anywhere or seen anyone in almost a month, so I hopefully didn't pass the covid germs around. Fingers crossed summer will be better than spring.

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#gowns - 24 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Someone please kindly yell at me to finish this multi-chapter romantic AU I've been working on for months. It features Skylar + Leo across the multiverse.

Some of the AUs include:

• Power Ranger AU, with Skylar as the red ranger and Leo as the blue ranger - both of them children of the original rangers

• Assassin/Mark AU, where Skylar has been sent to eliminate American journalist Leo Dooley; and

• the Parallel Universe AU, where Skylar and Jordan are the doctors in Mighty Med, Kaz is the superhero from another planet, Bridget is the hospital's Chief of Staff...and Leo is the only bionic human in the world

Super excited about it, as you can see, but sadly I do lack the motivation to just finish it.

If someone can kindly hype me to do just that, I will appreciate it, thanks 😊

14 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#4

Since no one seems to have mentioned it: Pair of Kings has one of THE most talented cast in all of Disney XD's shows so far.

15 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#3

Haven't gotten very far with The Villains of Valley View (just about three, four episodes in), but I wonder: does this take place in a different universe than Lab Rats/Lab Rats: Elite Force?

Because if it does... I'm totally gonna have it as an hc that this takes place in the parallel universe where Leo's the only bionic human on earth.

He's one of the heroes the "Maddens" have gone against 😊

26 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

Someone has already mentioned this, but

can you imagine how much cooler Lab Rats and Mighty Med would have been like if the cast members were allowed to wear their hair like normal teenagers do??!

'cause look... 😭😭💕

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53 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Random Lab Rats family headcanon:

* mostly includes Leo *

* will add more as I think of them *

* tw: some mental health discussion *

* will add Oliver, Kaz, and Skylar here later *

• whenever Bree would get up to try to get something, and she says, "I'll be quick," Leo would always reply with "Not too quick." He used to say it when they're around people who aren't family members, but then he kept the tradition even when the world already knows about her abilities.

It annoyed her to no end in the beginning, but as they get older, it becomes their inside joke.

• Adam once sold his car to a guy at the park in exchange of the St. Bernard puppies he was selling. Donald and Tasha, of course, were mortified and had to go out to bargain with the park guy to get the car back.

Meanwhile, Adam had Bree, Chase, and Leo help him bathe the puppies. He named them that night: Twinky, Snoball, Donut, Zinger, and Cupcake.

Chase frowned as Adam gave him Zinger to dry off. "You named them after Hostess cakes?"

"Yeah?"

"Why?" Bree asked, chuckling.

Adam shrugged. "'Cause I'm hungry."

• Sadly, Adam couldn't keep the puppies, even after telling his parents that he got them to give to his younger siblings. He was extremely down about it, so Tasha talked Donald into letting Adam help them find good homes for the pups.

To Tasha's surprise, her mom and dad decided to adopt one, namely, Cupcake. This made Adam happy, knowing that he can play with and walk Cupcake whenever they visit the Dooleys.

• while the three of them were hanging out, chatting and drinking one night, Tasha happened to mention a coworker who's going through a divorce. "If you guys ever divorce, who's getting the kids?" Douglas asked Tasha and Donald.

The two only stared at him.

"I mean, hypothetically," Douglas insisted.

No one says anything for a while, but when it was obvious Douglas was truly curious and wouldn't drop it, Donald replied with, "I don't know. Adam's almost 19, and Bree's turning 18 next month. We don't have to contest for the two of them. Chase will probably end up with me, and Leo will be with Tasha."

"Why are we even talking about this?" Tasha asked. "Donald and I have no plans of divorcing. At all."

"What happens to me?" Douglas asked Donald.

Donald shot him a baffled look. "Me. You're staying with me," he said. That should have been obvious. "You're my brother."

"Oh." Douglas sat on that information as he picked up some fries. Before washing it down with beer, he muttered, "That's sad."

Donald frowned at him.

"Can I still visit Leo?" Douglas asked Tasha with all seriousness.

Tasha blinked. "Sure?" She laughed, finding this all amusing. "Douglas. Your brother and I aren't divorced. We're not planning to. We're all staying together."

"So I can keep the kids."

"No, Donald and I keep the kids. You get to watch over them and make sure they're happy and safe."

"Like a third parent."

"Exactly."

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69 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[meditating-dog-lover]

Health update

I'm doing pretty great! I have my energy levels back and am in a better mood.

I'm not fasting at the moment, I do want to go back once I recover from my fatigue and inflammation. I did have enough energy to go for a small walk today. And the weather is nice and cool.

I know I can benefit a lot from time-restricted eating, because it helps with weight loss. However I don't want to do it everyday as that will also be detrimental. On days where I don't fast I'll have a morning carb snack. I'll ask my doctor about all of this tomorrow.

My face and neck have not been inflamed. I have not applied steroids since last Thursday night. I have been applying steroid to my hands and they've been looking good. I'll be using the cream nightly until the stubborn inflamed spots on my hands go away. After that I shouldn't need to use it.

I'm a bit distressed by the news tbh. As usual. I cannot focus on work and have to long on here, twitter, insta, or the news to see any updates. Stress doesn't help my skin, but it doesn't cause severe inflammation. My mood has been better, however, with the meds. Not significantly, but a bit better. It's only been a week.

I'm very happy with my diet and bloating. Even my hair and skin are radiant (my skin looked clear today and my hair is nice and healthy). Even my nails have been strong. I've switched to more natural skin and hair care products. I'm not bloated and feel great, and I know eating anti-inflammatory and taking digestive enzymes both help.

I'm eating so well in general. It might be an appropriate time now to actually fast for a week or so. I ate well today. Though I was craving a cookie and wanted to go to Crumbl to get one and take a small piece of it. Lucky for my my coworker actually had some cookies and gave me one. Thankfully they now make mini versions of the cookies and it was satisfying. I wasn't necessarily in a sugary mood, I wanted a Crumbl cookie specifically. I haven't had in a while. After having the cookie, I wasn't craving anything. I was thinking of other desserts like the chocolate caramel pieces I have and the white chocolate mocha and general baked goods. I just wanted a cookie and that's all. My mom got this keto friendly coffee syrup and I has a tiny bit and thought it was too sweet. I'm so used to 70% chocolate that most stuff is too sweet for me now. But I'll have a small cookie when I want one. I might get another one later this week until I satisfy my "craving" for it and get past it. But overall I've been eating so well and so anti-inflammatory. I now have the energy to walk. I'll do some fast cycling now that I feel less inflamed.

I'll ask my doctor about all this tomorrow. I want to balance my hormones so I experience less skin inflammation. I know my eczema is hormonal. I want my skin to heal and I want to prove doctors wrong because they're narcissists and they annoy me. And I don't want to be treated like I'm sick and cannot be saved. At the same time I'm so proud of my recent fat loss and diet change and that I'm seeking psychological and psychiatric help. My skin will heal and it's much better compared to how it was earlier this year.

I am more confident in my appearance now despite some insecurities. I do get insecure about my teeth, skin/hands, and body. They're a few things, but the insecurity can get so bad. I'll get the psychological help I need. It's sad because I'm actually pretty and above average in looks, and people tell me this a lot. But I am insecure and I wish I can change some things about myself. I'll see a dentist with my mom and will work hard to get past my trauma, eat well and cycle fast and walk for body (will work on calves eventually), and manage my hormones tomorrow with my doctor to heal my skin. It will be fine and I need to remind myself this.

I do worry that my potential autism might hold me back in life. I'm scared of socializing and intimacy, so I'm worried I'll never be loved. It does make me feel scared, empty, and lonely. And I've never been in a serious relationship (just situationships). It takes me back to my teen years where I was excluded socially and romantically and felt like a failure. I dd not deserve that at all of course. It just makes me feel empty until now and I want to be loved but am also scared of intimacy and connection. That along with my poor confidence and health fears get n the way of my progress in life, but I hope they don't for long because I've done a lot of great things in my life. And I succeeded a lot.