#tw surgery

[teaableu]

Cyborg boy

[rottmnt-residuum]

Part 12 of Arc II (Part 38 - Gore)

thats the chip omg you finally see it

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[ask-the-rag-dolly]

Y'know what? Screw this.

*Grabs Ragatha by the arm and kicks the emergency door open*, if you want to do this one thing, you have confront whatever's bothering you!

-J

[ ann - @the-candy-hearted-dolly ]

[ghosttotheparty]

based on this post of mine bc i had thoughts // tw surgery mention, anaesthesia, hospital environment (not detailed its just there)

“And who are you?”

Steve pauses by the door, setting his jacket on the back of the chair next to Wayne. He looks over at Eddie, laying in his bed, covered in a blanket, his hair a messy halo around his head. His eyes are shining brightly, staring intently at Steve.

“He’s very high,” Wayne says to Steve, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I got that,” Steve says, watching Eddie roll slightly, groaning loudly. “Surgery went well?”

“Went fine,” Wayne says lightly, and Steve can see the relief in him as he leans back, eyes watching Eddie like he’s scared to look away.

“Eds?” Steve says, moving closer to the bed. “How was surgery?”

“Was fu-u-un…”

“Yeah? You had fun?”

Eddie hums affirmatively, and Steve crouches next to the bed, looking at him. There’s a bandage on his cheek, and the sight of it makes Steve’s chest ache, but Eddie’s eyes are shining brightly, glazed over as he blinks at Steve.

“Whoa,” he breathes dramatically, and Steve suppresses a smile.

“What?”

Eddie lifts a hand, and it lands heavily on the side of Steve’s face, making him recoil slightly even as he laughs. Eddie’s fingers press into his skin, kneading his cheek.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, and his face burns as he hears Wayne laugh quietly behind him.

“Am I?”

Eddie hums again, smiling brightly, deliriously, wriggling as he shakes Steve’s face.

“Pretty boy,” he mumbles. “Pretty, pretty, pretty boy.” He releases his cheek to boop his nose a little too hard. “Who are you?”

“I’m Steve.”

“Ste-e-e-eve…” Eddie blinks at him, poking his face again. “Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve says softly.

“Princess Stevie,” Eddie slurs happily.

“Princess?”

“Mm. Princess. Pretty princess.”

Wayne laughs quietly behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him over his shoulder. He’s rubbing his forehead and smiling amusedly, and Steve starts to open his mouth to speak, but Eddie grabs at his face again, pulling him to face him.

Eddie’s eyes are almost closed, like his eyelids are heavy, and his fingers are petting at Steve’s cheek and jaw, rubbing his stubble. (He hasn’t shaved. He’s been too stressed. He was planning on shaving tonight after getting firm confirmation that Eddie is okay, but if Eddie likes it…)

Eddie lets go of his cheek and boops his nose a little to hard. And then he does it again, and again, humming a song that Steve doesn’t recognize.

“Do you like boys?” Eddie asks abruptly, his fingertip lingering on the tip of Steve’s nose. Wayne barks out a laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s face burns, and for some reason, even though Eddie isn’t going to remember this and Wayne is right there, Steve says, “Yes, I do.”

Eddie’s face lights up, and he tries to sit up, but Steve gently keeps him down, murmuring a soft, “Stay here, Eddie.”

“You do?” Eddie asks hopefully, flopping back down and looking up at Steve, who suppresses a smile, nodding.

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he turns his face into his pillow, reaching up to pull his hair across his face shyly, shifting and fidgeting and wiggling, and Steve gazes fondly, contently. He hasn’t felt this calm in a good long while.

“Can I have a kiss?” Eddie asks shyly, and Steve raises his eyebrows. “Please.”

“You’re high, Eddie.”

“I’ve been higher,” Eddie says, his voice slurring, mumbly. Steve just looks at him for a moment, watching his eyes shine. “Please? I’ll be good.”

Steve’s stomach flutters, and he exhales, hesitating before he turns to look at Wayne, who’s still watching, smiling absently with his face resting on his hand. Steve raises his eyebrows, shrugging weakly, asking silently what to do as Eddie’s hand touches his cheek again.

Wayne shrugs, his smile growing, and then he points to his forehead with another shrug, and Steve sighs.

He turns back to face Eddie, who’s gazing at him blearily, his eyes glazed over.

“I won’t kiss your mouth,” Steve starts, cracking a smile when Eddie’s lips pout, his lower lip poking out, shining. “But I’ll kiss your forehead if you want.”

Eddie beams.

“Yes, please.”

Steve smiles, licks his lips, shifting on the ground as Eddie smiles up at him.

“Don’t move,” he says firmly, and Eddie nods, his body tightening and his eyes closing. He’s still smiling.

Steve takes a moment to gaze at him. At the lines in his skin from his smile, at his dark eyelashes and chapped lips. (Which Steve will kiss when he’ll be able to remember it.)

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back carefully, and Eddie inhales, his smile growing even more somehow, and then he leans close, pressing his lips to his forehead softly, leaving a lingering kiss on his skin.

Eddie sighs, still lying stiffly, unmoving, being good like he said he would, and when Steve pulls away to look at him, his cheeks are flushed pink. A second passes before Eddie's eyes flutter open, and then he's smiling so brightly his eyes are squeezing shut, and he rolls away a little bit, letting out an excited squeal that makes Steve burst into laughter.

"Wayne," Eddie calls, rolling over and looking across the room at Wayne, who's laughing even harder than Steve, covering his face with a hand. "A pretty boy kissed me, d'ya see?"

"I saw, Eds, 'm happy for you."

Eddie giggles deliriously and rolls over again, wiggling, and Steve presses his face to the side of his bed, his face hot, because even though it was Wayne's fucking idea, he forgot Wayne was watching him press the softest kiss humanly possible to Eddie's forehead, was probably watching his gaze at him before it. But Wayne is laughing, amused, and probably relieved to be hearing Eddie giggle and squeal happily after worrying for so long.

"Alright," Steve says after taking a moment to collect himself, reaching up and pulling at Eddie's shoulder. "You're gonna pull your stitches, honey, lay still."

"Honey," Eddie repeats, his eyes shining brightly, the bandage on his cheek wrinkling as his cheeks squish up under his smile. "Honey, honey, honey, honey..."

Steve's face burns again.

"You're so sweet, Stevie," Eddie says lightly, his voice mumbly. "Sweet boy. Sweetheart. Cotton candy boy."

"Cotton candy boy," Steve repeats under his breath, and Eddie hums affirmatively.

"Cotton candy. Sweet. Hubba Bubba. Bubblegum baby."

"He's a poet," Wayne quips behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him, but he can't fully suppress the smile that's making his face sore. Eddie is still mumbling to himself, now reaching up to rub Steve's face again.

"Sweet like iced tea. Like a lollipop." He giggles to himself, pressing his fingers into Steve's cheek again. "Wanna lick you."

A laugh bursts out of Wayne, and Steve's face floods with heat.

"Oh my god."

Eddie giggles.

He asks to hold Steve's hand after rambling a little while longer, after comparing Steve to cake frosting and strawberries and honeysuckle blossoms, and Steve lets him take it, watches their fingers lace and twist together, and Wayne finally brings a chair over to him with Eddie doesn't want to let go. Wayne kisses Eddie's head when he says goodnight, and then he kisses the top of Steve's. It makes Steve's eyes burn and fill with tears that he refuses to let fall until after the door's shut behind Wayne.

Eddie asks if he's okay, eyes filled with concern, and his fingers tighten on Steve's. Steve wipes his face and smiles, telling him he's fine. No one's kissed me like that in a long while. Eddie sighs and relaxes, still gazing at him. Tells him Wayne does it all the time, and he'd probably do it to Steve if he wants him to.

"I can kiss you like that if you want," he offers kindly, sleepily. Steve raises his hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"Tomorrow."

"Okay."

(Eddie doesn't remember anything when he wakes up the next day, but when he opens his eyes to find Steve resting his head next to him on his bed and Steve's fingers twisted around his, he certainly doesn't complain.)

[cyanwyrmy]

I’m scheduled for top surgery! Wow! 🎉 🎉🎉

Still don’t really believe it’s happening haha but I trust Dr. Bob!

[digenerate-trash]

So Yan!Harper is a little different because it has been heavily contributed to by several people including:

@asylumdweller | @these-bees-r18  | @pip-n-chips | @degrees-of-fuck

(and the asylum group chat)

And all others around the community!! I want to thank you all for feeding my freak obsession and im glad this has become like a group project!! 

(PS: tag your own yan head cannons pretty please. Dude a freak I love him) 

Just Harper head cannons!!!! 

SFW ones first:

Obsessed with you. Not possessive but still wants you to be focused on him.

Really into dolls especially customizing them with clothing and hair accessories. He's definitely got one of you that no one can ever touch or look at because it's very special to him. 

Speaking of Harper being crafty he's also into sewing! He's very good at tailoring things to your measurements, he has them memorized by now. It's not creepy he's just thorough. 

Has made you a custom straight jacket. 

Embroidered your name in his sleeve so he can look at it whenever he's bored. 

Absolutely was the worst child, other kids in the neighborhood feared him and that is why all the images of him as a kid are of him alone. he's also got pictures of you though. They're just hidden. 

Will gaslight you for no reason. He just likes seeing you confused and worried when you think you've missed your appointment. don't worry he'll make an exception. you're just going to have to owe him a little favor that's all (:

Will drop anything to make room for appointments with you. Will also ditch work for you as well. He would make house calls but Bailey is pretty strict about Harper being in his territory and Harper isn't prepared to fight Bailey. 

Will make you sick on purpose to keep you close by. This is either physically sick or mental (he only makes you mentally sick if he wants to keep you at the asylum) 

Harper is constantly sticking things in you so he can lick/chew on them after you leave. 

He is convinced that every action you make is playful and flirty even if you're trying to attack him. He just thinks of you as his feisty little lover and you just need a little extra attention that's all. 

When you're actually sick he's extra helpful, he prefers you like this. Weak and needy. He pets your head calls off any appointments or seeing any patients and he just sit's with you. Making sure you feel better. 

Harper takes care of all your needs. Check-ups mental health care surgery. No other doctor can touch you he's made sure of it. You also can't get a second opinion. 

Prefers using drugs/hypnotism to keep you in line. Man isn't strong and even though he could call security it's not ideal for him to get others involved in your little ‘couple fights’ 

For surgery, harper is always there for you. Before and after he's very attentive. Makes sure you know everything you need to and he's very good at making sure your recovery goes smoothly (even if it takes twice as long) 

he's always very clean even if you're a mess. He likes the dynamic of the two of you together. He likes it when people think he's out of your league because it adds to his abuse of power kink

Man has breathing issues around you. He tries to hide it. Biting his lip. Holding his breath. Just trying to control his breathing. None of it works. Man wants to huff you like a junky huffs paint.

Even if you are in a proper relationship with Harper he gets really petty and upset if you don't address him as ‘doctor’ 

don't play games with this man. He is the worst sore loser and even when he does win if you are close to beating him he's bitter about it. Might even hypnotize you to make you worse. He doesn't care if it affects other parts of your life. Competitive and petty 

Any time you punch/bite/mark this man he's enamered with the marks. They are a little present from you to him and it's not like you could ever really hurt him so he sees it more as a little lovers trophy than an attack 

NSF WORK UNDERCUT: 

will absolutely voyeur you but he is always particular about it, positions how people touch you how they act around you It is all very carefully choreographed even when he gets other people to fuck you it's all very staged and sterile in a weird way that doesn't even feel like sex lets be honest.

Prefers getting his sexual frustration out on you but likes it better when you're hypnotized. (He doesn't like to be associated with pain or discomfort unless it's for a purpose)

Has a file full of images of you naked, broken, on the verge of tears, fucked out of your mind, even ones where you're just asleep. He files them all carefully and studies them all he really wants to get ‘the perfect picture’ of you that captures everything you are. he's not even sure if it's possible but he's going to try. 

Get ready for everything you wear/eat/smell/sleep on to be covered in harper cum. Especially at the asylum where he's in charge of everything. he's got no shame and he really wants you to be accustomed to him and everything he does. 

Cockwarming at the drop of a hat. He needs to do paperwork. Guess who he's assigning as his little helper? you're too tired to get up from bed? Not a problem for Harper he can stay in bed with you. At the farm and he has a moment alone with you while he gets things ready? His pants are already off. You can't escape it. Harper loves having his dick in you at any time. 

Chugs a vial of aphrodisiacs before your appointments with him so he's the correct amount of horny for you. 

Will also feed you aphrodisiacs and then deny you any sort of stimulation until you're begging or crying. The dude really wants you to earn things from him when you're lucid so you think it's all your idea 

When you are hypnotised definitely makes you do some really nasty things for him. he's really into the idea of you being into everything he is and even encouraging him to do things to you when you're asleep/passed out. it's like getting consent but he's putting the words in your mouth and having you spit them back up for him. 

Has sex with you during surgery. And if he can't do that he at least jacks off during it. He can't help himself he really needs you. 

Man loves gaslighting you about your past sexual experiences. he's a big fan of convincing you that you're just an exhibitionist and it's normal. You just like things super rough and with a little more practice you won't be feeling so guilty about it anymore. And surprise harper is here to help!! 

Will jerk you off as therapy. If you enjoy it your making progress if you don't next time he's going to get a vibrator 

Very body-focused he's interested in pushing you to your absolute limits and making things difficult for you. Wants you unable to focus/form words/be able to move. 

Prefers it when you're squirmy during sex but not outright violent. 

Absolutely loves forcing you to cum. Not a fan of edging though. Not unless it's some kind of punishment. The dude will make you cum in your sleep during surgery when you are hypnotized, hands-free when you're fully dressed. Mans a freak for it. He also likes it when you sit on his lap or thigh while he forces you to cum. You'll get a lot of praise if you do it of your own volition. 

Harper drinks piss. At least once bro look at him.

[regular-gnome]

repairs

[aealzx]

“Welcome home guys,” Mom April was there to greet them when they pulled into their hanger, concern held at bay in her hands clasped together in front of her, Casey and Leatherhead right next to her with mixed levels of outward happiness expressed. “Are the others okay?” She didn’t want to overwhelm them, but she couldn’t keep from asking.

“Thanks April. They’ll be fine. Later please,” Don greeted, the first to rush down the stairs after checking to make sure Raphael and Leo would take care of carrying their two guests. He wasn’t trying to brush Mom April off, he was just incredibly distracted by running through what they needed to take care of their guests for the thousandth time in his mind. “Leatherhead, I need help. Mikey has a bullet in his arm, but I also need to get an IV in Donnie, and check his injuries. Do you think you can take care of Mikey?”

“Of course, my friend,” Leatherhead agreed, refraining from commenting about not being sure who exactly Don was talking about. He was just relieved to see them all returned home in relatively good health. With a request to fulfill, he quickly left to follow Don to the infirmary to prepare it.

“Again?!” Mom April sputtered, hearing Don’s comments and placing her hands on her hips while looking from Don back up to the plane’s doorway.

“Not me! The little Mikey,” Mikey squawked, pausing to catch the blanket that had slipped off Lil Mikey as Raphael came towards the exit and folding it in his hands when Raphael rushed by. Lil Mikey had fallen asleep for a short while on the trip, but once they’d started to land he’d began stirring awake, and was now looking sleepily around as Raphael carried him.

“Hey Raph, you got kids you never told us about?” Casey teased, trying to keep the mood lighter while watching his friend carry the smaller form quickly down the stairs. “Cept he doesn’t look anything like you. Other than being a turtle.”

“Har har Casey. This is Mikey, now move so I can get him to the infirmary,” Raphael responded, barely pausing and ignoring Casey’s protests as he brushed by them to follow Don. He could hear Mom April greeting Leo and Mikey, and knew they would get held up for a moment getting dragged into a quick hug of relief from her. She was at least careful to not squish Donnie, who hadn’t stirred an inch since he’d fallen asleep. It was probably what had Don so on edge to properly check on him. And after having seen the video feed, Raphael couldn’t blame him. But he was semi distracted by Lil Mikey’s openly confused gaze lingering on Casey as they passed, a few dots connecting in his mind.

“Wait… how old are you???” he suddenly gaped, looking at Raphael.

Raising a brow, Raphael briefly wondered why Lil Mikey was asking, but couldn’t figure it out himself. “Something like 32. Why?”

Raphael didn’t expect Lil Mikey’s expression to turn from confusion to open shock, his nose crinkled slightly. “Oh mi gosh your oooooold,” he blurted.

“Hey! Don’t make me drop you. You seem to be feeling much better to be making jabs like that,” Raphael protested, but only mildly offended. He wasn’t that old. Kids just had no sense of time. But he was glad to see some of the spunk had returned to the kid.

“I thought you were Raph’s or April’s age. But you’re like twice as old as me,” Lil Mikey persisted, ignoring Raphael’s comments about dropping him.

“...You’re 16?” Raphael asked, the heavy realization causing his steps to pause a moment. He knew they were kids, but for some reason having a number blatantly placed on their age made what had happened that much darker for him. Strange how his perspective had changed over the years.

“15,” Lil Mikey answered, not bothered by that fact at all. He did notice Raphael’s steps pause for a moment, and glanced to see if something got in his way before looking back to him. “Is that wrong?”

Hearing the concern, Raphael shook his head quickly. “No. Not wrong. I was just thinking I wish I’d gotten a chance to kick Augustine too.”

They had reached the infirmary now, and Don was quick to call Raphael over to where he and Leatherhead were preparing one of their thinly cushioned surgical tables. As soon as Lil Mikey caught sight of it, and realized Raphael was taking him to it, he tensed, cutting off his comments and pressing into him. “Hey, I know it looks scary, but I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. I’ll stay with you the whole time, okay? Leatherhead is just going to take that bullet out of your arm, and get you stitched up. It won’t take too long, and he’s very gentle. You won’t hurt a bit,” he quickly assured, coming to stop in front of the table but not moving to put Lil Mikey down yet. Instead he wrapped him up a little tighter in his arms, just to reassure him until he felt ready.

“We unfortunately can’t put you to sleep, I don’t like risking using complete anesthesia. But your arm will be totally numb, and Raph can stay with you and talk to you the whole time to keep you distracted,” Don started to explain as he bustled around, noticing Lil Mikey’s rising discomfort. “Depending on how much damage there is, it’ll only take around 40 minutes. You’ll just have to lay on your stomach the whole time. Leatherhead is only going to remove the bullet, and clean up the injury, nothing more, I promise. None of us have any interest in your insides for any reason other than to help you.”

“Did you have to say that last part?” Raphael asked, wrinkling his nose and squinting at Don. He knew surgical tables were usually not a nice sight for people like them, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to put the darker reason out in the open like that.

“What? It’s true, and you know that’s what he’s thinking,” Don huffed, squinting back at Raphael before rushing to a cupboard nearby to grab a sterile pillow.

Lil Mikey couldn’t help the tiny snicker that escaped at the exchange, which was enough to get Raphael to not quip back as his brother. Instead he pulled a stool over with his foot and sat down on it, keeping Lil Mikey held close. “I’ll keep you close until you’re ready. The bleeding stopped while you were asleep, it’s just a lot more comfortable in the long run to not have a bullet in you. Plus we want to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

Lil Mikey knew that they only wanted to help him, but while Leon watched a lot of surgery videos all the time, none of them had ever needed anything more than what could be taken care of completely externally. It was scary to think about someone cutting into his arm. Even without it being for nefarious reasons. “Have…you guys done this before?” Lil Mikey eventually asked, keeping his cheek pressed against Raphael while he thought things through. What about it was scaring him? If he could just get that addressed then he figured he would be okay.

“Me? I’ve had some removed before, but never been the one doing the removing. That’s always been Don and Leatherhead. They’ve gotten so good that the wounds don’t even scar much anymore,” Raphael assured. He would have shown him the places he’d been shot before, but he didn’t fully remember where he’d been hit anymore, and the scars were long gone.

Lil Mikey gave another soft snort. “I don’t think that’s a good thing.”

“Why not? It means it heals really well,” Raphael returned, genuinely confused why it wouldn’t be a good thing that Don and Leahterhead were good at dressing gunshot wounds.

“...But it means you guys have been shot a lot,” Lil Mikey clarified, falling quiet while that sank in, then looking up to Raphael when he didn’t answer immediately.

“...Yeah,” Raphael admitted, resting his cheek on Lil Mikey’s head, having never really thought about it. “I don’t mind though. It usually happens because we’re protecting someone else. So it’s worth it.”

The response was simple, but it ended up showing a lot of Raphael’s personality to Lil Mikey. Enough that he felt the rest of his concerns almost completely fade. It was just like his own big brother. Being so protective of other people. He’s also realized most of his fear was stemming from having never willingly let someone cut into him before. It happened all the time in shows and stories, especially the medical based ones that he sometimes watched with Leon. But there had been a minimally vocalized conditioning with them to never let anyone try that with them. It was strange to have someone other than Leon taking care of him, but Lil Mikey found that once he realized why he was afraid most of the fear melted away. “...Okay. I think I can do it then…” he spoke up hesitantly, 

“Really?” Raphael spoke, mildly surprised it hadn’t taken that long to calm the teen down about the procedure. “I’ll move you to the table then. If you start feeling uncomfortable again just let me know.”

Standing back up, Raphael carefully set Lil Mikey down on the surgical table and helped him lay on his belly, briefly leaving his side to grab a sterile blanket to put over his legs. As he was doing so Leatherhead approached with a tray of utensils, properly scrubbed up and covered, and with a non threatening smile.

“Hello little one. I promise I won’t hurt you,” Leatherhead greeted, making sure to stop where Lil Mikey could see him.

As soon as he caught sight of who Leatherhead actually was, Lil Mikey’s eyes grew wide in awe as his mouth dropped. “Ohhhhhhhhh…giant alligator…,” he whispered, completely enthralled by the new person.

Raphael had to snicker, having not expected that reaction from the kid, but not finding it a bad one. “Crocodile, actually. But still pretty cool, huh,” he corrected, giving Leatherhead a smirk. He would have nudged their friend, but that would have meant he’d have to go get washed and changed again.

“Uh huh,” Lil Mikey nodded, obediently lowering his head onto the pillow.

“You flatter me,” Leatherhead sheepishly chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the reaction. “I’ll have to strap your arm and torso in place so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself by moving around. And I’ll put a curtain across your shoulder so you can’t see what I’m doing. Is that okay?”

“...Yeah…,” Lil Mikey nodded again, watching Leatherhead move to the otherside of him until he was out of sight. His attention then snapped back to Raphael, the excited shine still in his eyes. “He’s so cool! Is he a yokai?”

Raphael could only chuckle again, and shake his head. “Don’t think so. What’s a yokai?”

He had been promised to stay with Lil Mikey to talk to him and distract him, so talk they did. First about the yokai, and then the Hidden City, which led to Raphael telling Lil Mikey about their version of the Battle Nexus, that had Lil Mikey excitedly commenting about how they had the same thing, only to find out the rules behind them were completely different. It was easy to talk to the kid, which made it easy for Leatherhead to do his job. Even if 40 minutes actually ended up being an hour, neither of them noticed.

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I kept giggling to myself drawing this one 'cause i have a weak spot for platonic squish fluff X'DD hope you guys enjoy the drawing too |D

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I made a reference sheet for Micheal's trauma injuries... CW SCARS AND MENTIONS OF SURGERY / ABUSE

Every day I find new ways to hurt my favourite character...

[zeussim]

On my way home after surgery. The surgery took two hours and then recovery from it took 5! And it was a chocolate cyst so I do have endometriosis! The surgeon also removed some scar tissue and I got the pap smear all in one! I feel like shit but better than I did an hour or so ago.

[pendarling]

Person A comforting their lover who needs to get a surgery but is deathly afraid of needles and knives...extra angsty if they have to be conscious for it...

Yayyyy whump!

TW: Surgery

Surgery (Whump) Prompts

“Just hold onto my hand and breathe”

When there are no anesthetics so Character A is left screaming and crying as a cloth is being shoved into their mouth

Friends who perceived Character A as a typically strong person getting confused when they act afraid

Sweating uncontrollably as a blade nears their skin

Restraining Character A when they're about to have their wound touched

"Shhh... It'll only be for a few minutes."

Character A groaning, cussing or begging the surrounding cast to stop.

Distracting Character A from themselves or blocking their wound from Character A's line of sight so the doctor (or trusted person) can go ahead with the procedure

Using other drugs that might make them stop feeling the pain, and will induce a similar effect

Gentle pats, and hands resting on their back/head/arm to keep them calm

"You're doing so well, just a little bit longer."

If there are any loved ones present they could be encouraging them and telling Character A they're strong

Kissing them better when it's all over <3

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MASTERLIST

[rottmnt-residuum]

Part 12 of Arc II (Part 38 - Censored)

thats the chip omg you finally see it

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[solevren]

"Is this a whole tank?!"

Split Realities

[raceweek]

Wdym alex almost died? I missed this somehow 😭

WELPDSJKS sorry to be the one to break it to you but yeah when he had his appendectomy he went into respiratory failure after and had to be put in a medically induced coma in the ICU (x) he came back at the next race in singapore (x) which had everyone including george like right😐okay. and it was all very concerning but it was mostly fine (if you ignore the fact his performance coach said his lungs didn’t recover for the rest of the season) but yeah he raced at singapore and he wore a special helmet that he auctioned that raised £84k for an orphanage in thailand! (x) september 2022 was a hell of a month in alexland

[promptful]

So, i was wonderifng if you could prompts for grumpy x sunshine? (scenarios and dialogues)

I haven't found much, and the ones i have found are very short.

I apologize in advance for my bad english, is not my first language.

Have a lovely day/night <3

40 Sunshine x Grumpy Prompts

I tried to make these a little more ambiguous than usual. Please enjoy. And your English is amazing!

WARNINGS: Nightmares, mentioned surgery and medicine.

SCENARIOS:

1) Grumpy is an introvert and prefers to stay at home and away from people. Sunshine is the only one who can get them to go into public. 

2) Throughout Grumpy’s life, they’ve struggled to get along with people due to their quiet nature, but Sunshine doesn’t mind and happily fills the silence. 

3) While Grumpy may not show their love verbally, they give little actions that scream their love. Allowing Sunshine to sleep on their lap, giving them food when they’re hungry, snuggling at night. Sunshine’s happy knowing that Grumpy loves them, regardless of how they show it. 

4) Sunshine’s always been regarded as the innocent, too easy to fool type—next to them, Grumpy doesn’t believe it. The few times that Grumpy had been harassed in front of Sunshine, they stood up for them like it was nothing. 

5) Most kids in school said that they’d be a bad fit for one another just because of how different they were. Little did they know that Grumpy and Sunshine had already been dating for two years. 

6) Sunshine hasn’t been in a relationship before because of their supposed “clinginess”, and Grumpy hasn’t either because of their reclusiveness. Somehow, they work flawlessly together. 

7) It’s been five years since Grumpy and Sunshine’s co-workers took a bet on how long they’d last. So far, they were still losing.

8) Though Grumpy doesn’t like to be touched, they’ll happily allow Sunshine to run their fingers through their hair. 

9) After a soft morning with Sunshine after a sleepover, Grumpy realizes that maybe marriage isn’t such a bad thing. 

10) Sunshine isn’t shining like they usually do, and Grumpy is determined to take care of it. Whatever it costs, and whoever upset them. 

11) Grumpy’s parents pull aside Sunshine to tell them how glad they are that Sunshine met Grumpy. They’d been more happy than they’d ever been because of Sunshine. 

12) Coming home late at night, Grumpy finds Sunshine crying and nearly breaks down. Whenever things get rough, they always trust Sunshine to be the one happy thing in their life. They’d do anything to get their Sunshine back. 

13) After Grumpy gets wisdom teeth surgery/another surgery, they’re loopy and giggly. Sunshine can’t help but wonder if this would be what it’s like to have their roles reversed. 

14) For Grumpy’s birthday, Sunshine bought bright colors on a whim for Grumpy, knowing that there was a low possibility that they’d wear them. But, surprisingly, the next morning they wore them. 

15) In Grumpy and Sunshine’s relationship, communication without words is vital. When in public, Grumpy knows how to say “Let’s get out of here,” without a word. And Sunshine knows how to ask if they’re all right. Nobody can understand how they do it. 

16) Sunshine is uncharacteristically worried about how Grumpy’s parents will react to them dating/being married, but Grumpy assures them if it doesn't go well, then they can suffer with not seeing their child. Because Sunshine’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them. 

17) Trying to pick out a ring for Grumpy, Sunshine goes down the whole list trying to imagine their love with a ring on their finger, and how’d they even propose. Not too fancy, but not too small. Not too loud, but just loud enough that word makes it around. It wasn’t until the last page that they found something that screamed Grumpy. 

18) Grumpy and Sunshine are those kinds of people that can hang around each other and not say a word, but be totally satisfied. It’s not out of the ordinary to see them reading in each other’s company, or playing single-player video games. 

19) Grumpy never knew what love could be defined as. They knew annoyance, and anger, and the hate of losing independence, but never love. Then, they met Sunshine, and every definition made sense. 

20) Dancing has been their thing since Grumpy and Sunshine started dating. It was quiet, full of adoration and always resulted in Grumpy smiling, and Sunshine tearing up at their darling. 

21) Most people don’t understand how Grumpy and Sunshine get along so well, and their answer is always the same. They just understand me. 

22) After (x) amount of dating, people realized that Sunshine is the only one who can make Grumpy not throw hands. 

23) Sunshine is an insomniac due to nightmares, and has been for their whole life. Once Grumpy starts sleeping with them, they only dream of Grumpy’s hands holding them close at night. 

24) When they’re outside, Grumpy likes to always touch Sunshine. Whether that be linking hands or a hand on the back.

25) Since they started dating, midnight drives are what they do on the weekend. After they pull over at a park, Grumpy and Sunshine reflect in each other’s presence. 

DIALOGUE:

26) “Come on, it’s not worth it.” 

27) “I love you, and only you. I don’t care about what anyone else says.” 

28) “I’m not a good fit for you.” “No, you’re a perfect fit.” 

29) “Let’s drive. Our usual?” 

30) “Dance with me?” “Now?” “Always.” 

31) “Everyone is placing bets on when we’re going to break up. Does that not bother you…?” “Why would I worry about what anyone else thinks when you’re right here. Your opinion is the only one that matters.” 

32) “What did my parents say?” “Relax. Nothing bad.” “Oh, thank God.” 

33) “I don’t think I knew what love was until I met you.” 

34) “Is our relationship a game to them?” “People don’t like what they don’t understand—just don’t worry about them.” 

35) “You’re so pretty, Sunshine.” “Thank you, darling, but let’s try that again a few hours when you can see straight.” 

36) “Who hurt you?” “Don’t—” “Who hurt you?” 

37) “Hey, hey, hey, stop crying. I’m here now.” 

38) “I think—I think I want to marry you.” “Oh, my God, are you serious?” 

39) “You’re actually wearing it?” “Was I not supposed to?” “No, no, no! You’re so… cute. So unlike you.” 

40) “No, I don’t want to talk about Grumpy/Sunshine if it’s about if we’ve broken up yet. No, we haven’t broken up yet. Yes, we’re still married. Do you have any other questions now?” 

[fiction-is-life]

Congrats on 500 babe! You deserve every single one of them and so many more 🤍 Can’t wait to see you continue to grow and flourish 🦋 love you so much

Can I please request an angsty but fluffy blurb based on this prompt “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” with Rafey baby? I will cry 🥹

Need You

Author's Note: Aww, thank you so much!!! You are too sweet! Thank you for always commenting/reblogging my fics, you seriously don't know how much it means to me! I hope you like this one, I almost cried making it! ��

Summary: Rafe is lost without you.

Warnings: Pregnancy/labor complications, mention of surgery, depiction of a coma, possibly unrealistic depiction of pregnancy/labor complications

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It had been over a week.  Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  For the past seven and a half months, your pregnancy had gone off without a hitch.  Every sonogram, every little kick, was a source of joy for both you and Rafe.

Sure, you were young, practically still kids, but you knew you were meant to be.   You had been planning your life after college for years, even before you had started to date.  You were just doing things a little out of order.

But then you had gone into labor early - six weeks too early to be precise.  The doctors said you were lucky to be alive, let alone fortunate that the baby had survived.  They had said that it was a condition called placenta previa, but Rafe hadn’t been listening.  He was still looking at your seemingly lifeless body on the operating table as they handed him the baby, asking for a name.

But he couldn’t even bring himself to name the baby.  He knew it was a boy, but it didn’t feel right to do something so monumental while you were still not awake.  He let his dad and Rose handle everything else, let them make him eat and listen to the doctors say they didn’t have much hope.

Rafe hadn’t even let himself cry - he was still too stunned to do so.  He just sat at your side, watching you.  On the eighth day he broke down, exhausted and drained, and he started to talk to you.

“He’s healthy, you know,” he said, his voice raspy from disuse.  “He’s perfect.  Ten fingers, ten toes.”  He took a shaky breath - the only kind he knew how to take these days.  “He’s got your eyes.  Rose says he has my smirk, though, so I don’t know if that is a good thing,” he chuckled.

He paused and took your hand, gently caressing it.  He sniffed.  “The nurses keep telling me all the stuff I’m going to have to do for the baby.  I know we took those classes, but I feel so overwhelmed.  I just can’t mess anything up for him, you know?  I thought I was going to have you to help me.  You have always been there, (Y/N/N), ever since we were kids.  Always so level-headed, getting us out of trouble wherever we found it.”

Tears started to roll down his face, slowly, but he couldn’t feel them.  “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed, finally letting himself feel the emotions that had been pent up for over a week.  He buried his head in your hand, kissing it and covering it in tears in equal measure.  

He sat there for what seemed like forever, simply expelling all of the grief and terror from his body.  When he finally looked up, he gasped and started crying anew.

You were awake.  Rafe leapt out of his seat to kiss your beautiful lips carefully, his trembling on top of yours.  When he pulled back, his heart caught in his throat, and all he could manage to say was a small, “Hey.”

You giggled lightly, still tired.  “Hey,” you replied, also lost for words as Rafe once again took your hand to kiss it reverently.

Rafe smiled, his eyes shining with love as they always did when they looked at you.  He took a deep breath and swallowed before licking his lips as he always did when nervous.  “Would you like to meet our son?”

You just smiled, and Rafe knew that everything was finally going to be alright.

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