#sorry it got a little achey at the end there

[ghouljams]

PLEAAAASEEEEE just a lil knight smooch on the hand, even just a light kiss to her lock of her hair

EVEN JUST LOVE FILLED GLANCES PLEAAAAASEEEEEEE

or maybe medivel konig romance i am so lovesick i wamt to hear fluff aND UR DENYING US WITH GHOST KNIGHT YEARNING

OK but only because I'm really beating this poor princess down in two other asks.

You spend most of your day with Ghost, he's your escort for every outing, your companion for every event. You'd think you'd get tired of seeing him all the time but you never do. You love seeing him, and you think he likes seeing you too.

"Good morning," you smile up at Ghost as he comes near, your favorite part of your mornings.

"Morning," he pulls out the chair next to you, grabbing a thick slice of bread as he sits. You don't even need to ask your maids to set a place for him anymore, don't need to coax Ghost into joining you for breakfast. He leans his elbows against the table and breaks the bread apart between his hands, as he watches you.

"How'd you sleep?" You ask, too casual, he nudges you with his knee. "Did you sleep well?" You try again. He's worse than your old etiquette tutor sometimes.

"Same as usual, were you alright after the-" he pauses, clicks his tongue, like he's annoyed he doesn't have a polite word for it. He doesn't want to say "tantrum" but you know he's thinking it.

"I- yes. Thank you." You stare down at your hands, embarrassed. You're too old to be acting like that. Ghost stares at you a long moment before setting his bread on his plate. He reaches across the table to grab meat and fruit, filling your plate before you can stop him.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He plucks another slice of bread free of its warm basket and butters it. You watch him slide the little silver knife against the crumb and he stops, pointing the utensil at your plate. "Eat," he's not asking you.

You pick up your fork and knife to do as he says. You really don't know why you bother listening to him, you're in charge, not him. It's just that, you sort of like doing what he says, he always looks so pleased when you do. He doesn't even look at you when you take your first bite, but his eyes still smile and you know it's for you. His smiles are only ever for you.

"Good girl," He mumbles, sliding his bread onto your plate, neatly jam and buttered just the way you like it.

"You're free to leave," you tell your maids, glancing at them over your shoulder. You know they're hovering, waiting to refill your tea or bring another plate of food. You also know they're waiting for more information on last night's... fit. Gossips the lot of them. "You've left the pot, if I need more tea Ghost will serve me. Go."

The maids exchange a glance and drop to curtsy before scurrying out. You go back to eating. Ghost waits a beat before removing his mask and serving himself breakfast. You don't bother with glances or peaking at his face, you look. It's your right to look, he's yours after all.

"You're staring," he grumbles. Astute observation, you think with a smile. You know what he means, you spear a strawberry with your fork and pop it in your mouth.

"I'm eating."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," he hums, ignoring you in favor of his own meal. Does he know that you only breach etiquette to hear him correct you? Does he see you behave as a perfect princess for others and think he did that? No, you think he must know you're teasing him.

You set your fork down and reach to wipe away the crumbs that stick to his lip. Ghost catches your hand before you can touch him, his tongue darting out to do what your finger would have. His eyes hold yours, each of you waiting for the other to pull back. You don’t want to.

His lips are so much warmer than in your dream, softer, more substantial as Ghost bows his head to press them against your knuckles. You tilt your head, watching him turn your hand to kiss your palm and the delicate skin of your wrist. He looks at you with every promise in his eyes, and you love him for it.

"Good morning, my lady," he murmurs, holding your hand to his cheek. Your heart clenches, fingers curling against the stubble on his jaw.

"Good morning, my knight." You whisper back. The breath he lets out is almost pained, far too heavy for breakfast. He kisses your palm again, and you almost understand why before he drops it. I love you, you both seem to think at each other, I love you.

[familyvideostevie]

october twentieth

day twenty: remus lupin you get sick and remus takes care of you | friends to lovers, sick!reader, fem!reader, fluff | 1.3k

You wake up feeling like shit. You should have known that yesterday’s fatigue and headache would turn into a fall cold. It’s typical for you to be under the weather for a few days this time of year, but each time feels like the first.

Climbing out of bed takes effort but you do it to brush your teeth and consider eating some plain toast. You feel feverish, but not too bad, and your body aches. You can’t help but feel a bit sorry for yourself.

Especially since you had plans with Remus today. Missing those makes you more upset than the headache and general ick feeling.

You soak up time with Remus like a flower does sunlight. He is one of your best friends and being around him is one of your favorite things, no matter what you’re doing. He’s kind, attentive, and funny. And so, so handsome. Fall is most definetly your favorite season on him — all of his sweaters and chords, pink cheeks and windswept hair. He looks so happy in the fall, so cozy and free.

Your friend, Remus. Your friend. Who you have a hopeless, hopeless crush on. How could you not?

The couch beckons, so you flop on it with a blanket and your phone. You have to call him to cancel. It’s early enough that it should leave him the day free.

The phone barely rings before he picks it up.

“Hello, darling,” Remus says. “You alright?”

“Hi, Remus,” you say. “Actually, I—”

“You sound sick,” he interrupts. His warm tone is laced with concern. “Are you sick?”

You sniff. “That’s why I’m calling. I can’t go today.” Your voice sounds sorry to your own ears, a pathetic whine.

“Oh, love,” he says. “That’s alright.” Shuffling, the clang of keys. “What do you need? I can be there in under an hour.”

Wait, what? “No, Remus, you don’t need to —”

“Hush,” he says. “You like grape flavor, right? You are a weird girl, you know that?”

You hope you’re not imagining the affection in his tone. “You’ll just get sick, too.”

His door opens and closes in the background. “It’s your fall cold, isn’t it? You know I’ve had mine, I’ll be fine. So, I’ll pick up whatever I can get from the pharmacy, alright? Don’t move from…the couch? Are you on the couch?”

“Yes,” you mutter. You’re feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“And what’s it feel like now? What hurts?”

You sniff again, this time because your nose stings. Remus always takes care of you. He’s your friend. “Headache. I think I might have a fever? I’m not sure. I’m achey.”

He hums. “Got it. Okay, darling. I’ll be there soon, yeah?”

“Okay,” you whisper. The call ends.

You’re hopeless. There’s no way you’ll ever be anything but completely in love with him.

You sink into the couch and wait. You try to wait up for him, you really do, but the next thing you know is the doorknob twisting and Remus’s footsteps. He’s had a spare key from the moment you moved into this place.

“Hi, darling,” he says, softly. You hear the rustle of bags, his soft footsteps in your flat. And then the couch dips near your legs and you feel the heat of him against your calves, his hand on your knee. You blink your eyes open.

“Remus,” you whisper. He’s like a dream. His brow is furrowed and you want to smooth the crease in the middle with your thumb. You shift so you’re sitting up, head rushing as you do so. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Yes, I did,” he says firmly. “Alright, come here.”

You have no idea what he’s asking but you lean towards him anyway. He catches your shoulder with one hand and your forehead with the back of the other.

“Does that really work?” you ask. You’re leaning a little too heavily into his hands but you don’t care much.

“No idea,” he says, eyes sparkling as they roam over your face. “I’ve got a thermometer, too.” He taps your nose and stands, heading back to wherever he put the bags. You try not to whine at the loss of his touch.

“Did you bring me presents?” you call, voice a little hoarse, from not talking or the cold, you’re not sure.

“If you call grape flavored everything a present, yes,” he calls back. “I’ve got cough medicine and cold/flu tablets and electrolyte water and practically one of everything from the aisle.”

He returns and you feel yourself brighten at the sight of him. God, this is embarrassing.

“You didn’t have to—”

“What did I say before, hm?” He sits in the same spot by your legs. “Of course I did. And regardless, I want to. I’m going to look after you when you’re sick.”

You mumble an agreement.

“I put the kettle on and you’re going to drink a whole cup of tea after we use this, okay?” He holds up a thermometer. “Open.”

You hold the plastic under your tongue and he goes back to the kitchen to fix up your cup. It beeps and you pull it out and read it. It might be the headache but you’re not sure at all what the numbers mean. What kind of thermometer did he get?

You hand it to him when he returns. He sets your steaming mug on the table and reads it. “Low fever,” he sighs. “Poor girl. Take one of these, then. It’s cold/flu medicine. It might make you a bit drowsy, though.”

Remus presses a clear capsule into your hand. “Grape flavored?” you ask, smiling a bit.

He rolls his eyes. “You wish, silly.” You swallow it with a glass of water you hadn’t even noticed he brought over.

You settle back against the cushions and sip your tea. Remus watches you.

“I’m sorry about our plans,” you say softly.

“We’re still spending time together, are we not?”

You frown. “But it’s not the same, it’s not like this is fun —”

“Darling,” Remus says rather seriously. “I don’t mind what we do, just the fact that we do it together.”

Oh. Well, what are you supposed to do with that?

Your tea is gone after a while and you think the medicine is kicking in because you’re sleepy again. He gently tugs the mug from your hand.

“Can I do anything else?” he asks softly. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

Your eyelids are already drooping. “Can you sit with me?” you ask.

He chuckles. “I think I might already be doing that.”

“No, I mean—” You move around on the couch, shifting yourself around until you can spread out with your head in his lap.

“Oh,” he says, but doesn’t move. You wouldn’t normally do this, but he did ask what he could do, and this is exactly what you want. Remus, as near as you can get him. You always want him. He adjusts the blanket around you and you close your eyes. You can feel him take a few deep breaths and then his hand is in your hair, stroking lightly.

Maybe it’s the fever making you brave, maybe it’s his hand, maybe it’s the way he came over without hesitation.

“I like you, Remus,” you say. His hand stills for just a moment before he resumes his movements. You keep your eyes closed so you don’t have to see his face.

“Oh, yeah?” he says, voice light. “How much?”

“So much,” you mumble. “So, so much. Always have. Do you like me?”

His palm is warm on your cheek but you still don’t look at him.

“Open your eyes for me, darling,” he pleads. You manage to, peering up at him through your lashes. Your head feels heavy, your nose stuffy, your body a bit achey still. But he’s here.

“There she is,” he says. His thumb strokes your cheekbone. “I like you so much, love. I’ll tell you again when you wake up, and again after that, if you want to hear it.”

This feels a bit like a dream. Surely it isn’t. “Okay,” you mumble, eyelids sliding closed. Remus gently traces a line down your nose a few times.

“Sleep now, okay?” he says. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[happysadyoyo]

Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

[heich0e]

my sweetest darlingest liv, would you be so kind as to indulge me with any shinsou thoughts if you have them? it is my beloved’s birthday and i’m in the mood to be insane about it

shinsou didn't have many (any) friends growing up. he's an only child. his parents don't have siblings so he doesn't even have any cousins or extended family to surround himself with. his childhood was quiet, just like the house he grew up in.

his birthday was no different.

usually a gift in the morning, some cake after dinner. but really, there was nothing any more special about that day than any other, and it has been that way for as long as he can remember.

you find out a long time (too long really) into knowing him that he doesn't particularly care for his birthday.

"how was dinner?"

"good! i brought you home a piece of cake!" you inform him cheerfully, flopping yourself over his lap where he sits on the sofa, idly scratching under your cat's chin who is perched contently on the arm rest.

shinsou had arrived to your place after his shift ended, closer to his agency than his own apartment, and had let himself in with the key you had all but forced him to accept a few months into your relationship. you'd gone out for a meal with some friends after work, and had returned home to find him freshly showered and ready for bed, watching a documentary on micro plastics.

"oh, thanks," he says dipping his head in an appreciative nod.

you roll yourself over so you're peering up at him from your place in his lap.

"want me to go get it for you? it's really good! chocolate with this mousse-y stuff in the middle," you babble, gesturing excitedly with your hands.

"that's alright," he shakes his head, "you can bring it to work with you tomorrow and have it as a snack."

you blink. "but the mousse!"

hitoshi laughs a little, pulling his hand away from where he had been patting your cat to rest it at the top of your head. "you can have it."

"but I already had some! i brought this piece home for you. i know how much you like chocolate," you say, the words a little whiney, your bottom lip jutting forward in a pout.

the man above you looks away guiltily, scratching behind his ear.

"i don't really eat cake."

"but you have a sweet tooth," you argue, the sleeves of cookies and little plastic baggies of candy you keep in your cupboards for him serving as a testament to this fact.

he nods, though it's reluctant. "it's not that i don't like it..." he trails off, like he's unsure of how to continue.

"don't tell me you're going on one of those awful pro-hero diets," you gasp, horrified. you pull yourself upright and take his face in your hands. "you don't need to diet. especially not those no-carb, no-fat, no-joy regimens that those beef-for-brains bro-heroes are always hocking on instagram."

hitoshi shakes his head with a light laugh, his hands reaching up to cup yours as they rest over his cheeks. "i'm not," he assures you. his eyes shift away from you briefly, like he's planning his escape. he seems to deflate, the tension in his shoulders slacking, and he sighs. "i love cake, i just only like to eat cake on my birthday."

you blink, confused.

"why?" you ask him gently, sensing without him saying anything that there's more to it than that.

"uh, it started when i was pretty young," he says, almost a bit nervously, "i didn't really like my birthday very much, and if i only got to eat cake on my birthday, it gave me a reason to look forward to it."

your heart squeezes in your chest. achey and devastated.

"toshi," you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself into his lap instinctively. his body moves as unconsciously as your own, his arms winding around your waist and holding you tight as you nose against his jaw.

he smells like your body wash and his laundry detergent. clean and warm and close.

"i'm sorry," you whisper the apology quietly into his skin.

"there's no need to be sorry," shinsou says. "it really wasn't that bad. my parents always got me something, and my grandparents would even send me a card sometimes. it was just..." he trails off.

lonely.

you know what he's implying even without him saying it.

you pull back a little, so you can look at him properly. he has that look on his face that you thought the two of you had gotten past: pink in the cheeks; nervous like he's worried he's said too much, or the wrong thing, or somehow burdened you by sharing a part of himself.

"hey."

he looks at you sheepishly.

"you're going to eat that cake. and tomorrow we're gonna go get more cake. and maybe even the day after that," you cradle his jaw carefully, cautiously, keeping his eyes on you. "and i'm going to make it my life's mission to make sure that you have so much fun on your next birthday that the cake isn't even in the top 10 best parts. okay?"

hitoshi smiles a little, softening under your determined expression. he nods.

"okay."

the two of you spend the rest of the night learning about the effects of microplastics on marine life while you split the piece of chocolate cake between you--though you make sure hitoshi gets the larger share.

and months later with the heat of summer hanging in the air, on the first day of the seventh month, when the season is still early enough to have novelty, you make good on your promise. a day full of nothing but his favourite people, places, and things. from daybreak to dusk a celebration of the man who never used to dream he'd have something like it to look forward to. and you sign your card to him (and every other you write in the many years to come):

happy birthday toshi, i love you more than cake!

[penname-artist]

"Blade?" A small voice cracks in the dark. The addressee turned his head, obscured by his shoulder of the shorter male behind him.

"Hm?" He croaked back.

"Do you remember that winter?"

"That's so specific." Blade deadpanned, smiling faintly in the night. Nick didn't seem so amused.

"No, that one winter. Our first. When we went up to see summa your folks..."

The gears in Blade's head grinded together for a bit, achey and in need of oiling. Eventually, however, a small memory flickered to life. His smile faded.

"Oh...yeah, I remember. Well...some, at least. It's...blurry."

The reality wasn't so much blurry, it was just traumatizing. He hated to think about it. Come to think of it, that was what made the memory so blurry in the first place.

The two of them, newly weds, had gone north to visit the only family Blade trusted with the knowledge he was still alive. Sydney met them with open arms, surprised but not appalled by the way her older brother had grown and changed as a person. And by his choice in men.

Despite all odds, though, the two got along great. Nick was closer in age to her, and they'd grown up with a lot of the same interests. For a minute there, Blade was almost getting third-wheeled. Almost.

But then there was their day trip, a Christmas treat for the Arizona desert boy that he'd finally get to experience a good snow. Somehow or another, Syd coaxed both of them into a little bit of hiking that winter day, and as they neared the tops of a snow covered hill, they were feeling it with every aching muscle in their bodies.

They'd stayed up there for a while, relaxing, sweating, freezing. Eventually, they moved to get up and head back down, Nick leading the charge. But he'd slipped on the way back up, something fierce. His leg gave out under him, and he was close enough to the edge under a coat of ice and snow, he slipped off. He must have fallen a good ten feet before tumbling through a pile of twigs the rest of the way. When the others got down there to him, he was a mess, with pulled muscles and bruises, a nasty cut on his cheek, and most distressing a messed up ankle. A visit to the hospital later, turns out he'd fractured the thing, and was on bed rest until further notice.

That felt like a lousy Christmas. Nick came home in a pair of crutches, with Blade swarming around him. But all was well, in the end. Eventually.

"And you remember that night, too?" Nick asked, bringing Blade slightly back to the present.

"Right after you left the hospital, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"I mean..." Blade turned away. It was a...touchy thing, to go back and look at. He was really messed up back then. "I don't know, it was just all so...overwhelming."

Overwhelming may have been an understatement of the past. He'd been in near hysterics. Nick's crash was replaying in his head like a broken record, and he grieved like he'd lost the man. He nearly had, once.

"I'm sorry." He said suddenly. It was only a minor injury, especially by Nick's standards. He'd overreacted to it.

"No, don't be," Nick said. "That's why I wanted to bring it up. I know you've been, m..." He paused, looking for the word, "...it's been hard, lately. You've been really wound up..."

Blade sighed, sinking further into bed. "I know.."

"No, it's okay," Nick continued, "I get it. I'd have lost my shit too, in your position. If I ever...if you ever get hurt I don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hm.." Blade said, contemplating. He really wasn't sure how much he wanted to believe him.

Nick leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his torso. "My little moon."

"Big moon." He corrected, "I get to wear the pants in this relationship."

"Shut up and let me spoon you, dickwad." Nick said. Blade chuckled, letting himself relax in his partners embrace.

[brunchbitch]

Hey there. I really have no idea of who I could talk this with but I read a post you wrote about this topic, so if you can't or simply don't want to answer that's fine for me, but please tell me if there's an account I can talk to about this issue.

So, I got scoliosis. Yeah, funny thing. I gotta admit that I have it quite easy (I think? I've been diagnosed recently and so far I haven't taken any medication or used any mobility objects, like canes and such, but I need to speak with more medical professionals before assuming things), and I wondered how other people lived with this. So I looked it up in Tumblr and while I did get answers, I also have some questions regarding the fact that pretty much all of the posts tagged with "scoliosis" where also tagged with "chronic pain".

About once, maybe twice a week if I'm unlucky I experience a strong, sudden pain on my lower back (where my spine went brr), it feels as if someone is stabbing me and I have to sit down. It leaves completely around a minute after. I also feel pain on my feet after walking around 5 blocks on the street, sometimes less. I got used to it and always assumed it was because of my laziness and because I don't tend to be one for physical activity. I also assumed that I got tired from the walking, when, in fact, the pain was the one wearing me out (I think it's because one leg is "higher" than the other bc of scoliosis and so I can't balance the weight of my body properly while walking, I don't know if I explained myself properly). Sometimes when I sit in a certain position I feel as if someone is stabbing me in my leg, close to my thigh, and only two times I felt a huge back pain (to the point it was difficult to walk) for long periods of time.

The question here is; does that count as chronic pain? Do chronic pain and scoliosis have to go hand in hand, or is it just normal yet they're not inherently related? Is it chronic pain if it appears under a certain context (i.e, while walking, like with my feet, or sitting in a specific position) or if it happens about once a week and lasts very little? It's just, I'm very confused and can't find resources to guide me right now. I'll keep researching, but I'd like to know the opinion of someone with both scoliosis and chronic pain. Thank you, sorry for bothering you with this and for my bad english. Feel free to ignore this if you want. Happy new year!

i'm sorry, this took me so long to answer!! yes what you are experiencing is definitely chronic pain! i think it's pretty normal for people who have scoliosis to experience pain here and there, but it's such a spectrum. sometimes i have awful spasms where i can barely move, whereas other times i can go months with just a bit of dull achey-ness at the bottom of my spine at the end of the day. i think of chronic pain not as context-specific but more so longitudinal, so any sort of pain that occurs on a semi-regular basis for a long period of time would constitute chronic pain imo.

[spitxlfields]

"I knew it!" Alice points, pops up from her squatting position as the stranger trips over what had only seconds before been a perfectly normal and flat stretch of concrete. "I knew it! Her arms fly triumphantly into the air, hands flapping and feet half way to dancing.

But then! She remembers. There is a person here and they are on the ground, looking dazed and achey-breaky and maybe a bit confused. She feels a deep rush of embarrassment at having forgotten that fact.

"Oh! Um! Um, um, here, I-" Alice reaches down to scoop them up, surprisingly strong in spite of her apparent squishy-ness and short stature.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She genuinely does want to know, but a sort of distracted haze clings to her tone and she glances down at the square of sidewalk with conspicuous frequency.

How does she make it stop doing that?

The sun had long since set, and Steven was scurrying through the still crowded streets. His vision was obscured by the tower of books in his arms, the top most volumes precariously sliding a little this way and a little that way as he wove past people. He tried his very best to not get himself into an accident. A near constant stream of "Sorry"s and "Excuse me"s flowed from his mouth as he accidentally caught his elbow on someone here, bumped into the shoulder of someone there. Coming to an intersection, the peered around his tower and saw the opening to a side street. It would only be a few minutes of a detour, and would more likely prevent the possibility of a collision.

He was in such a rush this evening because he wanted to catch the first airing of a new Egyptology documentary. He had gotten into work late (again) and ended up staying late, and then he ended up spending too much time at the library (he had come in for just one particular book), and then...

A miniature doppler effect was created by his scream as he toppled forward. The books he was carrying continued in the same arc.

"Huh? What?" He was back onto his feet before his had finished processing.

"Uh... yeah." He frowned as he looked down at the books scattered on the ground. He hoped that nothing got too dinged-up. He had just gotten himself out of a sea of late fees, he didn't need replacement and restoration fees added onto his tab. He began to reach down to corral them together again.

[ceres-t4xidermy]

I'm sad and I think I need to vent a little. I'm not thinking, I'm just writing. I might shift around languages... I don't know, my brain is set up for English right now.

I'm not used to people being kind to me. It feels... Fake. Even though I know it's not fake, it's real. But kindness just trigger some emotional response from me. I get gloomy, I get sad, I wanna curl myself up on a blanket and die.

I've met the most wonderful people these last couple of days. For the first time my birthday was not the angsty yearly holiday that it has been since I can remember. I felt happy. For fucking once I felt happy. And it's the worst feeling I can have because now I'm just crying my eyes out feeling anxious thinking about when this will end. Feeling sorry for existing and taking these people's time.

I did not stopped at home these last couple of days, jumping from activities all around. I got to watch doctor strange, I went to have dinner with my mom, I went to buy stones and jumped right into a gaming stream when I *just* got home. I'm probably sad now because it's the first time in days that I get to be with myself so I'm taking all in at once.

I'm so scared. Everyone just leave me eventually. I feel so lonely. To know that everyone will leave me again someday. To think that I might be bothering everyone, like I'm trying so badly to be part of the gang that I am annoying. To feel that I might end up alone again like every other time. I feel so overwhelmed. I'm panicking. I feel like I should distance myself from everyone else again.

Eu odeio demais. Eu odeio demais que já fez mais de doze anos que tudo aconteceu e eu ainda tenho essas respostas traumáticas. Eu me sinto correndo em uma esteira sem sair do lugar. Parece que eu tava evoluindo mas tudo parece tão fake, tão fraudulento. The one I am is not the true me. E eu tenho que ficar me esgueirando pelos cantos, cuidando do que eu digo, escondendo o que eu realmente gosto de fazer ou simplesmente desistir de tudo.

It's so weird like I am sad because I am happy. I'm so scared of fucking everything up. Parece que eu tô andando na porra de uma plataforma de vidro, o menor passo em falso eu caio e morro. Eu não quero ficar sozinha de novo, eu não quero, eu não aguento mais me sentir um fardo, me sentir uma falsa. Eu achei que eu tava fazendo progresso mas é tão estranho essa atenção, é tão ridículo da minha parte tudo isso. E eu sei que é ridículo mas eu não consigo evitar.

I feel so lonely. And I'm not lonely. I know I am not. But still feels lonely, feels shallow.

And it's also so sad that eu sei que eu me fudi bonito por isso, mas eu não consigo evitar de que o menor gesto de gentileza towards me eu sou eternamente grata a pessoa. Não importa se ela seja horrível, eu fico simplesmente cega por gratidão. E talvez seja por isso que eu fique tão paranóica. Porque eu sei que tanta gente se aproveitou de mim por isso. I can't see kindness with good eyes only, I have to get anxious and paranoid that I might be being used. And it's so fucking exhausting.

Eu quero sumir.

[earlgreydream]

impact.

| wolfstar x reader | smut |

anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

[ashhh-14]

▒Sick▒

❃Childe x Reader

Character's origin- Genshin Impact

Warning- Sick and clingy Childe :P

Format- One-Shot

Genre- ❃

Word count- 659

Masterlist

The current situation was rather.... funny.

Today was the day that you were supposed to help Diluc - A very good friend of yours with some papers and winery, hoping to catch up with him since you two hadn't met in a long time but your lovely boyfriend just had to step in between that or whiny you could say as off right now. You see, as surprising as it might sound, Childe had gotten sick today, and won't let you go, which, ultimately, brings you to your current situation.

"Let go of me you idiot! I have to go! "

"No! You are not going anywhere while I'm lying here all sick and achey! "

Right now, you had a very stubborn and whiny Childe's arms wrapped around your waist while you are struggling to get out of his grip. Even for a sick man he has a lot of strength.

"If you have the energy to retort back and hold me so tightly then you aren't even sick! "

Childe gasped and held a look of pure exasperation on his face right now.

"Are you saying that I'm faking my sickness?! I'm literally so close to passing out you know!"

You looked down at the whining man with a bored expression while he reciprocated it with his exasperated one.

"Love."

"No! "

"Baby please. "

"No! "

"Childe , I need to go. "

"Not happening. You are NOT leaving me here alone while I'm sick and weak. "

"Ajax."

Childe paused.

'I'll be in deep sh! t if I don't let go of her now. But I don't want to! I want her to stay with me! But-'

Childe's thoughts were cut off when you gasped and said, "Are those matsutake Meat Rolls?! "

The young man whipped his head around at the mention of food but was completely caught off guard when you sprinted towards the door, effectively taking the chance of Childe's loosened arms around you.

Quickly recovering from the shock, he ran behind you. You were only able to make it to the living room when you were pushed on the couch and felt heavy weight being put on your lap. And that heavy weight in this case, so happens to be Childe himself.

"Get off of me Childe! " You said while pushing him away.

He just wrapped his arms tightly around you while shaking his head.

"No! You aren't going when literally your boyfriend is weak and sick ! "

Just as he said those lines, your phone rang.Childe pulled back and you took your phone out from your pocket , looking at the caller ID reading ' Spider man' you picked it up .

"Hey (y/n). You hadn't arrived yet so I thought to check if everything's alright. "

"Hey!.....Everything's fine... it's just- ... Uhh... Would it be alright if I help you out with the work some other day? "

"Yeah it's totally alright. We can do the work some other day. It's not that urgent. But if I might ask, why are you canceling it today? Something got you tied up? "

"No, it's just I have clingy and feverish harbinger on my lap. I'll call you back when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying. " You said while glaring at the Young harbinger.

Diluc chuckled a little on the other end and said, "Alright. Well, I better go to work alone then and you have my condolences. "

You chuckled and replied, "Thanks and I'm sorry... for not coming I mean. "

"It's all good. Don't worry. Bye. "

"Bye."

With that, the phone call ended and you were , once again, wrapped in Childe's arms except this time, much tighter.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! " He chanted while nuzzling his face deeper into your neck.

Likes, comments and reblogs are truly appreciated!

You just laughed and reciprocated the hug while saying, "Now then, Want me to make some matsutake Meat Rolls? "

Love,

Ash

[cognitosclowns]

umm ummmmm so thoughts on tying brett's hands up with his tie and him being all needy and stuff and just overall him whimpering for you to touch him (ride him, fuck him, etc. doesn't matter, he's just a man with needs that you need to feed into) sorry i just get rly blushy over a needy brett

YYYEEEEAAAAA <33 WE'RE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH ANON

NSFT BELOW, MINORS DNI

OKAY SO,,

YOUD THINK HE WOULDN'T LIKE BONDAGE,, BC OF THE WHOLE,, 38 HELL WEEKS THING?? But actually w/ you he really likes it!!

It feels,, vv safe for him!! He's in a controlled environment where he can just let his brain shut off and know you're gonna take care of him <333

<3 he has super sensitive skin so his tie is actually perfect?? Rope and Cuffs usually just ends with his wrists being super roughed up, which can be nice in the moment for,, Sensory Stuff, but is a lot less sexy when he's gotta do Work And Stuff (tm) with achey wrists lmao smndsm

SO YEA THE <33 TEXTURE OF HIS SUPER SOFT KINDA EXPENSIVE TIES ARE <33333 SO GOOD FOR HIM

AAAAA <333

Ideally he really likes having his hands tied in a way that,, his arms are facing up?? Like his hands tied above his head <333 he feels completely bare even if he's still got his clothes on <333

HE'S GONNA ARCH N DIP INTO EVERY TOUCH. Like if you lean or walk his entire body is gonna sway to follow your movements? he looks hypnotized!!

AAA tug on it?? he's gonna go limp. Just the slightest Yank to the tie, forcing his arms up further? and he's like butter in a hot pan

He's still very self conscious about making noise <3 he's gonna bite his lips red if you don't remind him you wanna hear him!!

SORRY HE'S GONNA CRY <33 they're good tears though!! These beautiful relieved sobs when you finally sink down?? <3 yea

the sound he makes when you clench is akin to The Air Being Knocked Outta His Lungs <3 this long, dragging moan? <3333333 its

LOTS OF FRANTIC NODDING TOO <33 he struggles to find his words so body language is his next best thing <3

you WILL get some words tho!! Lotsa 'y- uh-huh- mm-hmnm?' of him,, trying to remember how Syllables Work sdmnsd

IF YOU WANNA BREAK HIM?? add in some cockwarming.

waiting all that time, being so obedient and sweet, only for you to just,,, seat yourself down on him and wait?

yea if you want begging thats the strategy <33 it's not super intelligible but BY GOLLY FUCK IT SURE IS GENUINE SMNSD

'please? please?' just <33 over and over until it's this lovely, drawn-out humming

'I Love You' is also gonna get put on repeat. head empty only Adoration For You <3 esp if you start bouncing?? Or cooing about how well he's doing?? <3333

HES ALSO SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE GUY </3 not being able to touch you is also gonna make him get vocal <3 asking you to come closer, etc.

He'll start rambling about how close he is,,, probably a solid 5 mins before he actually starts cumming?? msndsmd his brain isn't active he just <333 wants to make sure you aren't taken by surprise

HE LURCHES SO MUCH WHEN HE CUMS <33 he probably twists his shoulder to fuck but <333 he just instinctively curls into himself when it hits!!

AAA THE AFTERCARE <333

he'll always murmur smth, asking if you need anything - a very silly question to ask considering his legs aren't gonna be working for at least a 30 minutes smdnsd

MMMM it's snuggle time <33 lots of adoring giggles if you let him cuddle up in your arms!!! Esp if you start murmuring?? Just little, 'I know <3 shh, come here - It's alright, have a rest <3' HE BECOMES SUCH A LOVEY MESS <33

LIKE YEA BEIN THE BIG SPOON IS NICE BUT <33 SOMETIMES A FELLA JUST WANTS TO FEEL SAFE AND HELD. AND YOU PROVIDE THAT SO EAGERLY LIKE <333 AAA

he really does try to stay awake <33 you can SEE him losing the battle with consciousness. You're just so warm </3 if you play with his hair he's a goner. Out like a light <3

NOT SURE IF THIS WAS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!! LMK IF YOU WANTED SMTH ELSE, TYSM!!

[lovelylexipedia]

I would love a jackson avery x reader fic where the reader is pregnant and jackson is running around after her at the hospital to make sure she isn’t putting too much pressure on herself so he takes her to the on-call room for a rest and it’s really fluffy because he talks to her belly? i’m sorry if this was really long! welcome to tumblr!🥰❤️

Rest is For The Weak – Jackson Avery x Fem! Reader

Type: Imagine (2,200+ words)

Requested: Yes! by @elljmaybank

Summary: Expecting her to stay home, Jackson leaves his pregnant wife home alone to go to work. When he catches her at the hospital, he does everything in his power to get her to stop and relax.

Warning(s): Grey's Spoilers, Fluff (lots of it!), Protective Figure, minor Angst

Note(s): Reader is 30 weeks along with Jackson's baby. Thank you for the request! I really hope I did it justice. I kinda rushed it at the end, but I hope it's okay :)

———

I hear the bathroom door close slowly and scrunch up my face. I try to fall back asleep, but the small noises throughout Jackson and my's bedroom keep me from it. After a while, I let out a small yawn and open my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light coming in from the rising sun.

I make an attempt to sit up in bed, but my back protests, sore and achey. I let out a small groan and catch Jackson's face pop out from behind his closet's doorframe.

"Y/n, crap, did I wake you?" Jackson winces, taking quiet steps toward my side of the bed.

"No no no, my back is just killing me, this little stinker won't let me get comfortable. I tried reasoning with him, but he won't give." I groan again, laying on my right side.

Jackson sighs in relief and walks around the bed to my side. He kneels down and kisses me on the cheek, running a hand through my hair.

"Maybe he'll listen to me." He leans down to my tummy, removing the white comforter covering my body and lifting up my oversized pajama shirt. Jackson taps at my tummy and I giggle at the sight. "Hey, buddy," He whispers, "you gotta let your Momma rest... She's already cranky enough."

I laugh and roll my eyes, pushing Jackson's shoulder, and causing him to stumble over. "Okay, maybe no more talk time for you."

Jackson steadies himself with a chuckle and and stands up straight. He brushes off his dark jeans and zips up a grey jacket, fixing up the hood.

"I made breakfast and happened to have some left over. It's just some eggs and toast. I put it in a little container and left it on the island if you want it later." Jackson says as he makes his way to the other side of the bed to grab his keys from the nightstand.

"Thank you, you gonna be okay leaving me here alone?" I ask as Jackson walks over to the bedroom door.

"I don't know, are you gonna be okay alone?" Jackson replies sarcastically. I grin. "Alright, if you need anything, you can call me and I'll try to get here. If you can't reach me, try my mom."

"Okay, okay'" I say quietly, pushing myself up to sit up in bed despite the pain.

Jackson notices and frowns. He walks over again and leans down to kiss me. "Don't do anything too strenuous, okay? Just get your rest."

I scoot back against the headboard and nod, looking him in his bright green eyes. "Okay, I promise."

"I love you, Y/n." Jackson smiles, kissing me one last time before heading out.

I yell back an 'I love you' and wave as he leaves the room. I hear the front door shut a few seconds later and sit in silence. Every few seconds, I shift and scoot around, trying to find a way to ease the aches.

Jeez, bud, parenting better be less painful than this. I complain to myself.

After a few minutes of sitting alone with my thoughts, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I set my feet down and push myself up, holding onto my belly with my free hand in the process.

I decide to take a few steps, wobbling here and there. After what feels like hours, I finally make it into the kitchen. The eggs and toast sit inside a clear plastic container and I nearly gag at the smell.

No thanks...

I take it upon myself to make myself breakfast. I throw out the toast and eggs in the trash can and ponder what to eat. I find a nearly finished bag of Corn Flakes and take a bowl, pouring the cereal and eating it like popcorn. After that, I snack on a frozen Pop-Tart and drink a glass of milk.

Settling myself on the living room couch, I flick through TV channels, bored out of my mind. Minutes pass by like hours and I end up falling asleep on the couch.

The nap ends after an hour and a half, when I suddenly feel a few sharp pains in my right side. I rub my stomach and lean my head back, trying to calm myself down.

You're okay, bud. You're okay, Momma's okay. We're okay.

I take deep breaths, trying to keep my composure. I grip the arm of the couch with one hand and force myself to stand. I stumble across the house, still rubbing my side and making small, calming affirmations to myself and the baby.

This is the fourth time this month...

I make it back to the bedroom and force myself to change into some baggier clothing. The pain subsides slightly as I begin putting on my sneakers. I groan, taking my set of keys and phone from the dresser in front of our bed.

I make my way around and out of the house, locking the door behind me. I force my keys into my pocket and dial my OB, Carina DeLuca.

"Y/n! What's going on? Are you okay?" Carina answers quickly, concern laced in her voice.

"I just wanted to come in... as a precaution," I say as I walk into the building's elevator. "I've been, getting these shooting pains for the past month. I just want to check if the baby's okay."

"Do you want me to make you an appointment?" Carina asks.

"No- I don't want Jackson to know, he might find out somehow. Could you just squeeze me in quickly?" I bite my lip, tapping my foot as I wait for the elevator doors to open at the bottom floor.

"Okay... Okay, I can try. Right now is perfect. Just tell the nurses up front it's an emergency and they should let you right in." Carina explains.

"Oh, thank you, Carina. You're the best. I should be there in a few." I gush, trying to rush off the elevator.

"Y/n, are you gonna be driv-" I hang up the phone before Carina can finish and try to rush out to my car.

———

"Carina, is he okay? Is my baby okay?" I ask urgently, looking between her and the ultrasound machine.

Carina continues moving the wand around where the pain would be. "He looks buono e sano, good and healthy, Y/n/n."

I let out a sigh of relief, laying my head back against the headrest. "Oh, thank God... But what could those pains have been?"

Carina purses her lips and removes the wand from my stomach, cleaning off the residue. "Could be stress, could be the hormones, different foods, your muscles could be constricting because they've had to work so hard with supporting the baby."

I shake my head. "Oh, I was so scared. I didn't want to go into early labor. Thank you for squeezing me in, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, amica mia. Now are you sure you don't want to tell Jackson?" She removes her gloves and I can feel her gaze from behind me.

"No, it's okay. I'm probably just gonna head home." I say, scooching off the examination table and grabbing my clothes to change back into.

———

I tug on my baggy shirt and put my phone in my back pocket, looking up to decide which way to go to get to my car.

Before I can even make a decision, Schmitt runs up, panting like a madman.

"Dr. L/n! We need Ortho. We got a trauma in, motorcycle accident, rider's right and left legs broken in 4 places each, right shoulder dislocated and left arm broken in two places."

He looks me up and down and his face grows red. "You're supposed to be on maternity leave, aren't you?"

"Doesn't matter now, Glasses. Let's go!"

Schmitt ushers me towards the trauma bay and adrenlaine rushes through me. The pain immediately evades my body and everything after is a blur.

I pull on a trauma gown over my loose clothes and tie up my hair into a ponytail. The patient is located in Trauma 1 and I rush in, finding Owem, Meredith, and Amelia already assessing the biker.

"Y/n! Shouldn't you be at home? I thought you were on maternity leave?" Amelia cocks her head to the side and I shake my head.

"Just back for the day," I say quickly. I turn to Schmitt, asking for reassurance, "So, what do we have here?"

He begins, "Multiple broken bones, bruising and cuts everywhere, he's practically roadkill."

"Well by the time we're done with him, he'll be just fine. Let's get an OR booked, order an MRI and page Plastics too!"

———

Jackson and I met when I transfered from Seattle Presbyterian a few years back. I was a 5th year and he was a Plastics fellow.

By the time I became an Orthopedics fellow, we had already established ourselves as the power couple of the hospital, despite not being a couple yet.

Wherever he went, I was likely to follow. Our cases were often linked and we spent a lot of our time together outside of the hospital as well.

When he first asked me out, it was during a surgery of ours together. We spent our one year anniversary watching over an ICU patient. He proposed to me in an empty OR after a successful surgery. I told him I was pregnant in the Attendings lounge. Our whole story was based in the hospital.

I wait outside OR 4, eyeing the elevator from the corner of my view. Any second now our motorcycle guy would be wheeled in and I'd get to scrub in.

"Y/n! Y/n!" I hear him yell from the elevator, trying to get my attention.

Oh shit.

Jackson jogs over to me, concern washed over his face. I frown slightly, feeling bad that he's so worried about me.

"Jackson, hi, um, how...how did you find me?"

Jackson ushers me into the scrub room and closes the door behind us.

"Y/n, you can't be working, remember? You're on maternity leave. Go home." Jackson grabs me by my shoulders, looking me up and down.

"Jackson, I am fine! It's just one surgery, it's not that bad-" I pull out from his grasp and cross my arms under my chest.

"'Not that bad'? Y/n, that surgery could take more than a few hours. You could barely get out of bed this morning!" Jackson's motions to the operating room, raising his voice and I sigh.

"Jackson, we will continue this conversation at home. Preferably, after I finish this surgery." I say stubbornly. I turn to leave and Jackson follows me. I spot Owen and Amelia walking toward us and smile. "Hey, where's the patient?"

Amelia sucks in a breath. "We're holding off on surgery. He's very touch-and-go, so we're holding him in the ICU until tomorrow."

The both of them frown at me and I nod sadly. "Oh, okay. Thanks anyway, you guys."

"Y/n. Let's go." Jackson says sternly, looking only at me.

"I hope it all goes well tomorrow."

———

My breathing steadies after I sit on the bottom bunk in an on-call room. Jackson shuts the door behind us and opens the shutter slightly, letting a bit of the setting sun seep into the room.

I keep my head down, eyes closed. Afraid he'll be angry at me.

We're silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say to each other. He starts first.

"Y/n, you know that I love you, right?" Jackson kneels down in front of me, I can feel his gaze resting on me.

"Yeah," I mumble, slowly lifting my head so we can meet each other's eyes.

"And you know that I'm taking your maternity leave so seriously because I want what's best for you and the baby, right?"

I groan and nod, covering my face with my hands. "Yes."

"Is it wrong? To want you both to be stress-free and healthy? Look at me when you answer, please."

Jackson takes my hands off my face and holds them, kissing the the backs of them before I respond. "No, it's not."

"Carina paged me, she said you came in. That you were worried about the baby. She told me he's okay. That you're okay." I can see tears forming in Jackson's eyes. He bows his head down and still clutches my hands tightly.

"Please, just promise me you'll take these last 4 weeks off. Completely. No work, no stress. Just bed rest and someone waiting on you." Jackson pleads softly, searching my face for an answer.

I lean in and kiss him softly. I take my hands out of his and wipe his tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just miss being at the hospital, on my feet, ready to go wherever I need to be. This little guy just sucks the energy right out of me." I chuckle, holding Jackson close to me.

He kisses the top of my head and rests his cheek there for a few seconds. "Can I talk to him really quickly?" Jackson asks quietly, I'm barely able to hear him.

I let out a small laugh, remembering this morning. "Go ahead, but no Momma slander."

Jackson grins at me and we sit beside each other on the bottom bunk. He lifts my fresh navy scrubs up to the top of my belly and I hold them there for him. He taps again, lightly and clears his throat.

"Hi, bud. You doin' okay in there...?"

We stay there, taking turns talking to the little guy, excited for the day where we get to call ourselves parents.

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

What Donnie does if he sees you not feeling very well with an upset stomach feeling bloated:

Donnie would realize you haven't come to the lair to see him for your daily fun activities together for a few days. so he goes to your apartment to check up on you. As he enters the bedroom from the window, he would hear you moaning in pain and breathing heavily. It breaks his precious terrapin heart seeing you in bed feeling ill. He would sit down on your bed and gently rub your leg. "What's wrong my precious pop tart? You don't look so good." You look up at him and you spoke in a weak tone. "My stomach.....it feels bloated and it aches....I tried taking bepto bismol, but it won't help much....I went to a family party a few days ago, and I ate too much...." this gives Donnie the opportunity to play doctor with you. He knows powdered laxatives and tea laxatives would make you feel too much pain and he doesn't want to see that. So he hatched an idea. "I'll be right back my little pumpkin. I'll make ya something that'll make ya go to the bathroom much more smoothly. I'll be back soon okay?" You nod, and he runs back to the lair. At his lab, he decides to make a liquid laxative that won't cause any stomach pain, and would help you relief your bloating as you take a number 2 at ease. He carefully adds the ingredients, and successfully finished right on time in just 30 minutes. He rushes back with the soft laxative, and pours it in a glass of water. "Here. This should help ya out with your achey tummy." He smiles as you drank it. It had a fruity after taste as you swallowed. He then goes to grab a heating blanket to keep you warm, and since you live alone, he decides to spend the night with you. He puts on an old romantic film and cuddles with you as you both watch the film. He would give you sweet kisses on your cheeks and snuggle you like a teddy bear because he loves and cares fo you dearly. The laxative would kick in making you go to the bathroom easily. As time went on overnight, your bloating started to slowly go away. You thanked him as he spoke. "Whenever you are sick, let doctor Donnie take care of ya from now on. And next time, please don't over eat. I don't want my precious pop tart to get sick." You smile at your terrapin hubby and you both snuggle together and watch the film and headed to sleep as the movie ended, until the next day when he has to go back to his family. Every day, Donnie would check up on your health and bring the first aid kit when you get injured, and would make sure you always get home safely. Sometimes he would even drive you home late at night despite of him always being the only one awake. He will always want to take care of you and he sees you like a walking talking pop tart wanting to be accepted and loved just like he does. But at least he is glad he has someone like you in his life and hopefully would want to have a bright future with you as well.

END

(Sorry if this is super short, but I got bored decided to do a short story anyway.)🥰

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Y/N let out a low groan into her pillow when her phone started ringing, the noise so loud it hurt her head, which already felt like she had been hit with a shovel. She reached her arm out and patted across her bedside table for a moment so she didn’t have to open her eyes, which felt like they were glued shut; and managed to knock over a bottle of water and a photo frame in the process. By the time she had picked up the phone she was frowning, huffing as she answered it and put it to her ear.

“Hmm?” She managed to briefly hum as she rolled onto her back, her body aching and sore.

“Good morning sweetcheeks,” Her best friend’s voice boomed over the phone and she groaned, immediately turning the volume down. “Woah, ouch, not happy to hear from me?”

“You’re too loud Reggie,” Y/N complained quietly as she lifted her hand to rub her eyes. “Why are you calling, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Reggie countered, and she winced a little.

Y/N had meant to tell him she wouldn’t be in school the night before but she must’ve passed out before she had the chance. She hadn’t been feeling too well for the whole weekend; her fever kept getting worse and each throb of her headache felt like a direct shot to the brain. To make it worse her parents weren’t home as they were out for two weeks on a trip, so she was on her own. And she definitely didn’t have enough energy to even crawl out of bed, let alone go to school.

“Sorry Reg I meant to say, I can’t come in today.”

“Why not?” She could practically hear him pouting over the phone and couldn’t help the slight smile that passed over her lips.

“‘Cause I don’t feel too well. I’ll sleep it off today and I’ll be back tomorrow, promise.” She said quietly, before she lifted her arm to muffle a coughing fit that came along suddenly, leaving her chest and throat burning as she frowned.

“Shit, Y/N, that sounds bad. Are you okay?” Reggie asked, his voice softer than before and full of concern, something rare for the jock. “Can you ask your parents to get you some medicine or something?”

“They’re not home,” Y/N told him, wheezing slightly when she started feeling another coughing fit coming along. “Look Reg I need to go, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah okay, see you.” Reggie responded before she lifted the phone from her ear and ended the call, sighing as she just dropped her phone onto the duvet, too tired to reach over and put it back on her nightstand.

As quickly as she had been woken up her eyes started closing again, drifting off into an uncomfortable and achey sleep that she expected to drift in and out of all day.

What was not expected was a loud knock at her door just over an hour later, followed by four impatient rings of her doorbell.

Y/N scowled as she opened her eyes, hoping whoever was there would go away, though after six more impatient rings of her doorbell and bangs against the door that she was sure could leave a dent she groaned and forced herself out of bed to open the door.

Everything was sore as she got to her feet and shuffled into her slippers, still in the same pyjama trousers and an old Bulldogs jumper that she had stolen from Reggie that she had been in for the whole weekend. Her hair was still up in the same beyond messy bun too, loose hairs spreading out like she had been electrocuted. The flush in her cheeks from her fever was prominent, sticking out against the pale sickly colour of the rest of her face.

By the time she had gotten to the door she was wheezing from another coughing fit, and had to cover her mouth with her arm again as she pulled it open to reveal who was there.

Reggie Mantle.

“M’lady.” He bowed falsely as she had opened the door and she frowned in confusion, eyeing him up.

He was still dressed like he was going to school, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, though in his arms he carried a flask, a handful of sunflowers that looked suspiciously like the ones she had in her front garden, a water bottle, and a bottle of medicine.

“Reggie, what- what are you doing here?” Y/N’s mouth opened as she stared at him, more confused than anything. He didn’t particularly like school but he never skipped Mondays - Mondays were the days for Bulldogs practice.

“I’m here to see my favourite little honey-bun of course.” Reggie teased as he reached out a somehow free hand and gently tapped the edge of her nose before he held everything with two hands again as he stepped inside without waiting for her to let him, allowing the door to shut behind him.

“You have school.” Y/N deadpanned, and he rolled his eyes as he looked at her.

“Thanks Captain Obvious, what a real find you have there.” Reggie responded and Y/N huffed as she crossed her arms.

“No seriously Reg what’re you doing here, you’re gonna miss class and-“ Y/N started before she cut herself off as she started coughing again, wincing as the pain spread through her chest with every cough she let into her sleeve.

“Okay calm down before you end up dying on me,” Reggie shook his head, emptying his arms onto the nearest surface so he could gently rub her back as she coughed. “You said your parents weren’t here and it’s really shitty to have to be sick on your own so I wanted to help.”

When Y/N had turned to look at him he was smiling genuinely which caused a similar expression to form over her lips, thankful that he would do something so kind for her. “Thanks Reg.”

“No problem,” He shook his head, before he paused and moved to grab the flowers again and held them out to her. “These are for you, sugar plum.” He teased and she rolled her eyes but took the flowers nonetheless.

“Thank you, I’ve got some sunflowers just like this outside.” Y/N smiled and almost laughed out loud at the panicked look that briefly crossed his face.

“What a coincidence,” Reggie mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, before he cleared his throat and took the flowers back from her. “Okay, you go get in bed and I’ll get these in a glass and sort everything else out.”

“Everything else? Reggie what-“

“Go, now, don’t make me count to three.” He threatened jokingly, and though she rolled her eyes she still turned to walk back upstairs, leaving Reggie to fumble around downstairs. He had been in her house enough times to know where everything was already. Reggie usually came to her house when things were getting hard with his dad, and although her parents claimed to have no clue what his situation with his dad was like, there was always a blow-up bed prepared on her bedroom floor when he happened to stay for dinner.

Y/N got back into bed and propped her pillows up so she was sat against the headboard, signing as she leaned back. It was another ten minutes before Reggie walked through her bedroom door, carrying a tray with him that he placed on her bedside table. On the tray sat the sunflowers in a glass of water, a bottle of water, a bottle of medicine, and a bowl of soup - which was what she was assuming was in the flask he brought. Even though he didn’t seem like the type, Reggie was an amazing cook, and made the best soup. She had mentioned how much she liked it once, and somehow since then whenever she was feeling sad or unwell Reggie brought her some of his soup for her to have.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly as she watched him carefully place the tray down before he moved to sit on the bed beside her, passing over the bowl of soup with a spoon.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Y/N said softly, her voice full of sincerity as she leaned against him slightly, smiling further into her first spoonful of soup when she felt his arm curl around her shoulders.

Y/N and Reggie had always been very close. It was normal for them to hold hands, or for him to carry her, or to pretty much do everything that a couple would do, other than kiss. Half of the time Y/N didn’t know where they stood on terms of their relationship, whether they were best friends or whether they were more, but she knew for a fact that she wouldn’t trade it for anything; she had the best person on the planet all to herself.

Y/N ate the soup quietly as she listened to Reggie telling some story about football, letting him do all of the talking as she had the soup that he had made for her. She didn’t look away from him as he spoke, and before she knew it she had finished the whole bowl of soup and half of her bottle of water by the time his story was over.

She wheezed again as she coughed which prompted Reggie to reach over and grab the bottle of medicine, causing her to frown a little.

“The liquid stuff’s really gross.” She pouted, and Reggie just rolled his eyes as he poured a spoonful out.

“Take it or I’ll spoon feed you.” Reggie threatened jokingly, and thinking he wouldn’t she just shook her head and didn’t take the spoon from him, leaving him holding it up in the air.

Reggie just shook his head and lifted his spare hand up to her, a finger underneath her chin which he used to tilt her head upwards. Her mouth fell agape upon shock of the action, her heart suddenly fluttering in her chest madly, so he used the opportunity to fit the spoon into her mouth so she could have the medicine.

Y/N pulled a face as soon as the bitter taste hit her tongue which prompted the jock to laugh as he took the spoon back, and handed her the water bottle to wash away the bad taste.

“Aww you’re so cute, you know that snookums?” He teased as he tucked her underneath his arm again, and she just groaned quietly as she nudged his ribs with her elbow.

“Cut it with the pet names, Mantle.” She huffed quietly as she let her head drop to rest on his shoulder.

“Why, pumpkin, you’re just way too adorable to stop.” Reggie teased again and grinned, causing her to just roll her eyes in response.

After a moment she watched as Reggie reached over to her bedside table to grab her hairbrush, and before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his fingers carefully pull the current hair tie out of her hair before he started running the brush through her hair gently. Her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed her hair, and then ran his fingers through it after; which caused butterflies to pool in her stomach and a stupid girlish smile to paint over her lips.

She stayed quiet for another few moments as she leaned into him, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper she was wearing to keep her fingers busy before she turned her head to look up at him again once he had finished brushing her hair, leaving it in a loose ponytail once he was done. “Thank you for coming today,” She said softly, meeting his eyes as he smiled genuinely too. “It means a lot.”

“It’s no problem, I just didn’t want you to be alone.” He said softly and shrugged a little.

Y/N smiled softly, though yawned before she could say anything else, her eyes closing for a brief moment. With being exhausted from being sick anyways, paired with the warm soup in her belly and the comforting arm around her shoulders, it was extremely tempting to fall asleep there and then.

“Get some sleep,” Reggie mumbled as he gently rubbed her arm, prompting her eyes to close properly. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Thanks Reg.” Y/N whispered softly with a sleepy smile across her lips.

“Of course.” He muttered, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head which caused her to smile a little more as she relaxed into him, sleepy and happy in the arm of her best friend.

Best friend, though maybe more.

[helloalycia]

alex WILL kick my arse // supergirl

summary: you learn that being supergirl's doctor came with its challenges

warning/s: none.

author's note: i’m lowkey posting a bunch of stuff that i posted on my wattpad a while ago lol

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I was sat in the medical unit of the DEO, reading through some medical reports from the past few months. I had just transferred from the DEO's desert facility, where I was one of the doctors there to help with any of the agents' injuries. After a long time there, I decided to transfer here when there was an opening for the lead doctor.

I thought it would be best to settle in by having a look at what severe cases had been dealt with recently. It was usually the same stuff – agents injured on field missions. Bullet wounds, broken bones, sprained muscles, thankfully nothing too severe. There hadn't been many major alien attacks which meant less risky field operations.

I was pulled from the reports when the red alarm light began to flash for a few seconds, accompanied by a siren, before turning off.

"Agent Y/L/N, Supergirl is incoming with J'onn," my radio went off – it was Director Danvers. "She's had a solar flare and got a gunshot wound."

I recalled what a solar flare was from research I'd done in Supergirl's medical records. That was something I prioritised when coming here, since we didn't have Supergirl at the other facility.

"I'm prepping a bed and equipment now," I replied through the radio, before hurrying to do that. J'onn could literally fly, he'd be here any minute.

With the help of some nurses who were around, I prepped a bed and had the solar energy panels on standby for when/if her powers came back sooner than we thought. I had the tools ready to bandage up her gunshot wound temporarily when both heroes appeared beside me.

J'onn was stood there, holding Supergirl bridal style and lowering her onto the bed.

"Still getting used to that," I mumbled, surprised at how he just sped in here.

"I said I'm– agh, I'm fine," Supergirl complained, clutching her bloody wound and trying to sit up. "My powers will come back."

I stepped by her bedside and pushed her back down gently, moving closer to inspect her wound. "Please stay still for a second."

"Listen to the doctor," J'onn teased to lighten the mood.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and stayed still. I removed her hand and noticed it was covered in blood.

"Can somebody come clean this up?" I called out to one of the nurses, motioning to her hand.

One of the nurses did as I asked as I took a look at her wound. The bullet was still in there by the looks of it.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to overwork yourself?!" Director Danvers' voice called out as she walked in.

She was glaring at Supergirl, though the worry in her eyes was evident as she took in the hero's appearance.

"It's barely a scratch, Alex, it'll heal," Supergirl said dismissively, but as I cleaned up the blood with a cloth, I saw her clench her jaw a little.

"You need to be careful, you're not indestructible," Alex reminded her, before looking to J'onn. "Can you believe her?"

J'onn chuckled. "I'll leave you both to it. I should get back." He glanced at me. "Good luck."

I nodded his way, offering a small smile as he walked away.

"As fun as it is watching you both glare at each other, I do need to remove the bullet," I spoke up, interrupting both girls' staring contest.

"Go for it," Supergirl said, her eyes meeting mine.

"With anaesthetic," Alex added, shooting another glare towards the blonde.

"I don't need anaesthetic," Supergirl countered with an eye-roll and scoff.

"You're human for the time being, remember?" Alex reminded her before looking to me. "Anaesthetic, please."

I bit my lower lip as they erupted into another argument about how I should proceed. I didn't know either of them well enough to cut in, so I stood there awkwardly, trying to stop the blood loss and planning out how I could temporarily bandage her up so it could heal itself when she gets her powers back.

"I have to go," Alex finally said, pulling me back into reality. "I have to check on the bank robbery." She didn't seem too happy leaving Supergirl here, but she gave her a knowing look before looking to me. "Please make sure she stays put?"

"You got it, Director," I said with a playful salute. How hard could it be to keep her here?

Alex gave Supergirl one last warning look before leaving us be. I looked to the blonde who was finally breathing out, letting her guard down a little now that it was just us.

"The anaesthetic will make it bearable, just so I can remove the bullet," I spoke, causing her to open her eyes and look at me. "I'm just gonna bandage you up temporarily and you'll heal yourself when you get your powers back. Shouldn't be more than a few days, according to your medical history."

She swallowed hard before shaking her head. "I've been through much worse. It's okay. Just remove it and bandage me up. The sooner I'm out of here, the better."

I was ready to argue, but she gave me a convincing look and I couldn't help but give in.

"Fine, but you stay here and rest," I reasoned, to which she gave me a small, cute smile.

I got to work and surprisingly, she managed. It went well and I managed to bandage her up quite quickly, though it did mean I had to cut into her suit a little. Better safe than sorry though.

"Okay, you're all done," I said, patting her arm supportively, before packing away the gauze. "I'm gonna go get you some water and then you should take it easy, stay here maybe until you get your powers back. That alright?"

She gave me a thumbs up and a promising smile. "You got it, doc."

I was fairly confident that she would listen to me, since she seemed polite and was a trooper throughout the whole thing. However, I soon realised how naive I had been when I returned and her bed was empty.

I facepalmed and shook my head, realising she'd definitely played along the whole time.

The first thing I did was look around the DEO, asking around if anyone had seen Supergirl. I eventually followed the commotion coming from the main hall and spotted both Supergirl and Director Danvers having an argument.

"...stay and rest! You can't keep ignoring simple instructions, Kara!" Alex shouted around her.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and continued to look at the tablet in her hand. I approached the two and cleared my throat loudly to get the blonde's attention.

When she noticed me, she gave me a sheepish smile. "Doctor Y/L/N. Heeeeeeey."

"One job, literally," Alex mumbled, giving me a knowing look, before storming off.

I breathed out and glared at Supergirl. "Are you serious? I asked you to stay put!"

She straightened up and spread her arms out for emphasis. "But I'm fine! See? Nothing hurts, I'm walking, it's all good! Job well done, I must say. You're new, right? Well, I know why you got the job!"

She avoided my glare as she walked around me to get to the other side of the desk.

"You've heard of the term 'first impressions count', haven't you?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me a knowing look. "C'mon. You can't hate me for this."

I sighed. "I've got work to do. Call me if you tear your stitches."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned around and began to leave.

"I'm not gonna tear them!" I heard her call out from behind me, but I didn't care. I wasn't her parent, she could do what she wanted.

I wish I'd known I was dealing with a stubborn Super before accepting this job though.

–

"What a surprise," I said sarcastically.

A few hours later, I'd been called into one of the medical rooms because apparently, Supergirl had collapsed from blood loss and tore her stitches. Shocker.

"Is she going to be okay?" Alex asked as I got to work for the second time that day.

"Yeah, if she decides to listen to me this time," I said, sighing. "Is she always this stubborn?"

Alex clenched her jaw. "Unfortunately, yes... you think you can keep her here next time?"

"I'll give it my best shot," I promised her. "I'll call you when she's up?"

Alex nodded, patting me on the shoulder. "Thanks."

She left me to do my thing and this time I did things my way, the right way, with anaesthetic and IV fluid. I managed to sort out Supergirl's mess before going back to my office to fill out some more paperwork.

Some time passed when I found myself going back to check on Supergirl and see if she was awake. I was cleaning up a little around her side table when I heard her stir awake. She seemed confused at first, as she looked around and saw the tube coming from her arm. Eventually, realisation set in and she sank into her pillow.

I decided to stay quiet as I finished up, about to leave, but she stopped me.

"Wait," she called out. I paused as she continued, "I'm sorry."

I turned around and waited, watching as, unlike before, she wasn't joking or being unserious.

"I should have stayed put before. And listened to you. I didn't mean to offend you or come across as rude," she continued genuinely.

I crossed my arms and straightened up. "Well, Supergirl–"

"Kara," she interrupted. "It's Kara."

I nodded. "Okay, Kara. Yes, you probably should have listened. I redid your stitches and I'm asking you to stay put again. You're human for now and you need to act like one."

"You're right," she agreed, breathing out. "Sorry."

I realised that she seemed to mean it and at the end of the day, I was her doctor, so I couldn't hold a grudge. Instead, I went to her bedside and checked her monitors to see how she was doing.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing at her.

"Tired. Achey. But better than before."

"That'll be the meds kicking in," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I did have to get in there twice."

Her cheeks went pink as she smiled with embarrassment. "I'm not used to being so..."

"Fragile?" I finished for her.

"Exactly," she said, nodding. "I'm not used to it and staying put isn't exactly my forte."

"I could tell," I joked, making her laugh a little. She had a nice laugh.

"About that first impressions thing..." she began, blue eyes holding mine nervously.

"It's nice to meet you for the first time, Kara," I said, holding out my hand. "I'm Y/N. Your doctor."

She cracked a smile, realising what I was doing. She shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, too, Y/N."

"Okay, I should go and get Alex," I said, backing up to leave. "Now please don't leave because Alex will kick my arse if you're not here when she comes back."

She laughed again. "I promise I'll be here when you return."

"Fingers crossed you're not playing me again," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

Her laughter seemed to follow me out the room, leaving me smiling to myself.

[starbeyy]

how haikyuu characters would die on the oregon trail

this is so incredibly stupid. i guess you can imagine this as them playing the game but I like to think that it’s actually the characters in the old west dying from ancient diseases. it’s funnier that way. cw: cursing, lots of death (but it’s kinda funny)

Karasuno

Hinata // died from cholera. shit himself to death. literally the least glamorous way to die when you’re traversing in search of a better life.

Kageyama // he got bit by a venomous snake but we all know he’s the kind of bitch to get bit by a zombie then not tell anyone, so he’s walking around holding his wrist and then one day he just kinda drops dead and everyones like 🤨 huh?

Tsukishima // literally a broken arm. you can die from a broken arm on the Oregon Trail. and everyone is like a little convinced that someone poisoned him to make him die quicker cause they were so tired of his bitching..

Yamaguchi // broke his leg from jumping into a lake bc he didn’t want to pay for the bathhouse; he limped too much and got run over by the cattle that was pulling his covered wagon :(

Nishinoya // died from exhaustion. he just went too hard for too long and then he tried to wrestle a gator and dropped dead literally immediately after. mad respect tho that gator had it coming ✊🏼😔

Tanaka // another tragic exhaustion loss, but it’s only because he tried to carry Kiyoko the entire way. she tried to make him just let her sit in the covered wagon, but he INSISTED on carrying her piggyback. he made a huge deal of his death but Kiyoko was just like “this could’ve been easily avoided”.

Ennoshita // poor thing was doing a great job, more than halfway there, then he got a fever. a fever put this poor mfer down. i don’t even know what to tell you he just fevered himself to death.

Asahi // he was an early loss. he didn’t want to drink any of the river water or eat any of the meat they bought from ~suspicious~ men on the trail so he eventually died from hunger and thirst. like, you gotta eat. but he simply refused.

Daichi // i genuinely think he makes it to Oregon but then, idk tries to build a barn and accidentally lets the wood frame fall on him. like everyone knows him because he braved the entire Orgeon Trail then got K.O.’d by some 2x4s. rip.

Sugawara //  he got measles. like who gets measles? you get it from contaminated droplets and Sugawara just can’t figure out where he might’ve encountered those. except for when he kissed that cow that he didn’t know was dead until he got really close. genuine accident, i swear.

Nekoma

Kuroo // cholera :( he was kinda peeved about it but Kenma caught him one night writing out a bunch of possible jokes to be carved on his tombstone. they ended up just putting the piece of paper on top of his burial spot and calling it a day

Kenma // actually makes it to Oregon. no one knows how, he didn’t even really try. he’s just really good at games, I guess.

Lev // another snakebite lookin’ ass. i think he genuinely just wanted to pet the snake and didn’t think anything of it when its butt rattled. he though it was an invitation like when cats purr. his body didn’t hold up much longer once the venom ran its course.

Yaku // honestly? madness. he didn’t die so much as he tore off all his clothes and abandoned his cattle and covered wagon to run off into the prairie and start his new life as a crazy mountain man. he just shouted “you’re all fools” one day and no one’s seen him since.

Fukurodani

Bokuto // ate some bad wild fruits. it wasn’t hit fault, he was really hungry and he got too attached to his cattle and couldn’t bring himself to kill and eat him :(( but he had a nice little trippy moment before he bit the dust.

Akaashi // y’know what, I’m gonna say it, he makes it to Oregon. and he THRIVES. he builds his house and tends to his cattle. because that’s what he DESERVES. 

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa // HAHA he died of typhoid. and if you think this guy didn’t make the BIGGEST deal out of his death. it was absolutely shakespearean. like he was on the brink for three whole days. and he kept giving these long speeches to each of his friends and pretending to die in the middle. then he actually died in the middle of iwaizumi’s and it was kinda awkward.

Iwaizumi // I think he makes it to Oregon, but he like loses his arm to a bout of gangrene or something crazy. like it just rotted and then fell off. and now everyone in Oregon makes fun of him for only having one arm and it’s honestly kinda pissing him off

Kyoutani // let a snake bite him, just to see if he could take it. he could not. he died very shortly after but not before he could try to suck the venom out of his own arm. it was kind of terrifying, honestly. 

Yahaba // another brave soldier lost to cholera. no one knows how he caught it and he just kinda bitches about it all the time. Kyoutani pushed him out of the wagon once and he sustained some pretty nasty head trauma from that so it really sped up the process.

Matsukawa // he and Hanamaki thought it would be funny to eat literally any mushroom they came across. obviously this worked against them at some point and they both started dying horrible deaths.

Hanamaki // basically when he and Mattsun were on their deathbeads, they gave an engraving on a piece of wood for both of them to be put at the gravesites bc obviously they’re gonna be buried together. it isn’t until they’re six feet under and the pieces of wood have been stuck into the ground that the group looks really closely and sees that the pieces go together to spell “PENIS”. classic.

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima // listen he just looks like the kinda guy to catch typhoid. but he doesn’t tell anyone that he doesn’t feel well, he just kinda coughs on the low and wipes the blood from the crook of his elbow. when he finally dies, everyone just kinda looks behind them and is like “where’s wakatoshi?🤔”. he’s dead, ya’ll, like four miles back.

Tendou // i’m sorry he’s got that sickly victorian child look you know he was one of the first to contract something deadly. i think he like caught multiple diseases. he was collecting them like pokemon: diptheria, dysentery, typhoid, you name it. the worst thing about him dying on the trail was the fact that his body couldn’t be donated to science. no one had any clue how he lived so long with so many ailments coursing through him.

Goshiki // he broke his arm. he BROKE his ARM and then DIED. yes, that can literally happen in the game do not ask me how. there was no foul play, no overexertion, he just 💀. sorry, buddy.

Inarizaki

Atsumu // he drowned. you wanna know how?

Osamu // drowned while wrestling Atsumu. it was a friendly quarrel turned nasty fight as they rolled into the gross river water. everyone kinda stood around and watched but they couldn’t tell when the flailing limbs were cries for help rather than thrown punches. swallowed too much water. guess it’s better than contracting double-cholera with your twin brother.

Kita // exhaustion. this boy doesn’t stop walking. everyone is begging him to set up camp or lay in the covered wagon for a little while but he refuses, he just wants to keep walking. yeah he eventually just drops dead and everyone’s actually pretty sad about it.

Suna // the kind of bitch to fake diptheria. he acts all achey and feverish and says he just HAS to stay in the covered wagon. he says he can’t fish or hunt or do anything and then when someone actually catches diptheria, he’s forced out of the wagon bc he doesn’t wanna catch it. he does anyways. good riddance.

Aran // yeah he was the one who gave Suna diptheria. he didn’t mean to get it, but it was a little bit satisfying to watch Suna cringe as Aran gave him a big hug and called them “diptheria buddies”. they had a nice little double grave though <3.