#anesthesia movie

[n0-al-3n8y]

you know its bad when: ⬆️

characters part 3

tw sa implied, rant

memory is fujked. cant remember last time i felt joy but my fkjng brain dropped the worst bomb, memory i repressed for a few months and did that in the middle of a medical appointment while talking about a new medical trauma from this summer. my cptsd & schizophrenia were already acute but now dont know how to handle this "new" trauma. its way to fukng raw and vivid. feel so guilty for having this happening to me again. i hate my brain, just torturing me at this point, i dont want to re live that moment and others again and again

#mental illness #kristen stewart #tw sa mention #tw sucidal ideation #tw sui ideation #anesthesia movie #speak movie #tw self h4rm #schizophrenia #actually schizophrenic #depression #actually mentally ill #actually cptsd #depressing shit #i hate my brain

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

A Cut

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 14. Set during RttE’s King of Dragons, Part 1. Hiccup almost avoids being hit by the harpoon aimed for the Titantwing Dramillion

Warning: Some violence

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Meatlug, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Spitelout

Pairing: /

Words: 1 243

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Bleeding through the bandages, field medicine, no anesthesia

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: I could've written something really heavy, but I decided to keep it light for this one.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Hiccup saw the harpoon coming and made the split second decision to dodge out of the way. His left cheekbone burns intensely after. His heart pounding, unwilling to comprehend how close he's just come with death, he follows the direction it's going. Toothless’ gaze is only on him, having feared for a headless rider. The harpoon strikes the Titanwing Dramilion and it falls.

All he can do is shriek "no!" and give chase, but he and Toothless fail to keep the injured dragon from falling into enemy hands.

Watching as Johann and the Flyers flee the scene with the Dramillion, Hiccup barely notices the blood quickly seeping from his wound. Though Toothless can certainly smell the metallic tang in the air. One peek at his Rider and he's off to find Fishlegs.

-XOXOX-

Most of the Dragon Riders and Spitelout watch in strange fascination as Fishlegs tries his best to stop the bleeding. Hiccup sits on a rock as his friend holds his face. One hand cups his uninjured cheek, the other holds cloth to the cut. Toothless spaces from his one side to the other, keeping a close and worried eye on him.

"Do you guys really have nothing better to do?" He glares at his friends. "Like finding that Dramilion?!"

He’s in a bad mood for obvious reasons. He’s angry that they couldn’t save the Dramillion and that they’re forced to waste time treating his injuries instead of chasing after the Flyers. Fishlegs has a cloth pressed against his cheek, but it just keeps getting redder from all the blood he’s losing. It has already run down his throat and soaked through his tunic. That certainly doesn’t help either.

"Astrid's got it covered," Ruffnut speaks up.

"Yeah, and she's got it covered alone!" Hiccup protests. Another reason to be in a bad mood.

"Except she's not alone, she has Stormfly with her," she reasons. As if one dragon will matter to a fleet and the Flyers.

He can’t help but express his annoyance.

“Hiccup, don’t move!” Fishlegs protests, pulling his friend back. “This cut is very deep, I won’t be surprised if it’s gone down to the bone!”

“Man, your face is half off!” Snotlout remarks in disturbed fascination.

“Snotlout, my face is not “half off!” Hiccup sighs.

“You came close to losing yer face, boy-o. That harpoon almost took your head clean off!” Spitlout says, bellowing with laughter. Without a doubt, it’s going to be a good story to tell around the fire.

“That’s going to be such a cool scar,” Tuffnut helpfully states.

“You mean hot,” his sister argues.

Hiccup averts his gaze away from his friends, looking up at Fishlegs and patting Toothless’ nose. He hates being here when Astrid is all alone out there and when the Titanwing Dramilion- possibly the King of Dragons- is in danger. If they can somehow harness its mind controling powers… that would be disastrous.

Fishlegs' gaze meets his and there's an understanding between the two.

"Hey guys, can you go find me some medicinal herbs? I won't be able to stop this bleeding without them," he requests his friends.

"What? No, you don't," Snotlout crosses his arms.

"Come on, guys, I really need those herbs and Hurry! Hiccup is bleeding through everything I'm using!" He exaggerates.

"Actively dying here!" Hiccup ups the drama.

"No, he-" but before Snotlout can finish his complaint, Hookfang grabs his rider by the scruff and hauls him away. Meanwhile, Ruff and Tuff mount Barf and Belch and exclaim something about a quest before leaving. After Spitelout leaves the four of them have some peace.

A moment passes.

"Thanks, I really needed some peace and quiet," Hiccup thanks his friend.

"Oh, it's not a big deal," Fishlegs pulls the cloth away to see a fresh stream gust out of the cut. "But that cut is bleeding a lot, though."

"Don't most facial injuries?" Hiccup asks, remembering being told as such by the man in front of him.

Fishlegs regards him for a moment. He's right, but this one happens to be very deep. He presses a cleaner part of the cloth to his friend’s face, but it immediately colors a deep red. His hands are stained with it, too.

He sighs. He fears it might only stop bleeding when he stitches it.

“Meatlug,” he calls for his dragon and the Gronckle steps closer. Hiccup takes the cloth over from him to hold against his cheek as he rummages through his saddlebag looking for supplies.

-XOXOX-

“And… done!” Fishlegs remarks as he cuts the thread. The wound has been stitched and the bleeding has stopped.

Hiccup releases a breath, relieved that it's over. Just because his face was already burning as if on fire it doesn't mean that he didn't feel every sting of the needle pushed methodically into his skin or didn't feel his skin being pulled back together again.

"I'm okay, Bud," he tells his dragon. Toothless takes his paw back, he'd given it for Hiccup to take and squeeze in his lap. He licks the back of his hand. "Thanks."

"And thank you, Fishlegs. Both for stitching me up and for giving me some peace, I really needed it," he thanks him. The other Dragon Riders and Spitelout have yet to return from their mission to find botanical help.

He pats Toothless' nose.

"Oh, it's no problem, Hiccup. Really!" Fishlegs smiles at him. It's an expression Hiccup returns to the best of his ability, but it doesn't last long.

"Now we should probably find the others, catch up with Astrid before she catches up with the fleet," Hiccup says.

“Wait, right now? Hiccup, I just finished stitching you up, don’t you want to rest first?” Fishlegs asks and Toothless, too, seems to protest. He wants to chase after Astrid, too, but he would rather do it without risking his human.

“Fishlegs, it’s just a cut.”

“And it almost went down to the bone! You’re lucky you didn’t lose an eye! Or your life!” Fishlegs is exasperated. Of course, Hiccup wants to get right back up on his dragon and get to work.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

At that, Toothless all but roars in Hiccup’s face. He sits up right, paws using the human’s knees for support. He glares at him while the other stares up at him in surprise.

“Exactly what I was thinking, Toothless,” Fishlegs crosses his arms. Neither of them will be letting Hiccup leave.

The man must be in a lot of pain, because he sighs in defeat and concedes. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to go flying with his face pounding like this.

“Fine,” he says. “But we have to catch up with Astrid.”

“I’ll find the others, we’ll go after Astrid and come back for you. I promise,” Fishlegs tells him and Meatlug approaches to let him mount up. She warbles at Hiccup, who pats her nose.

“Okay… If Snotlout and the twins give you trouble, just tell them that they’ll be doing patrol for a month if they don’t do what you say,” Hiccup tells him and he nods before Meatlug takes off. They leave Hiccup and Toothless behind.

The latter curls up around the former, his head ending up on his lap. Hiccup lays his arms on top of him and his chin follows slowly.

It stays quiet between them and a part of Hiccup is glad to stay behind with his Bud.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 14 #Bleeding through the bandages #field medicine #no anesthesia #httyd fics #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #hiccup haddock #hiccup whump #toothless #hicctooth #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout jorgenson #meatlug #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #hiccup and the dragon riders #spitelout jorgenson #my fanfics #a cut

[indig0-constellations]

Thinking about how I wore my friends scooby natural shirt to get my wisdom teeth removed so when I woke up after the surgery I explained the entire plot of supernatural to my dentist and then to my mom the entire way back home.

#I had a vivid dream of riding down the outside of a twirly slide when I was under anesthesia #I also remember crying a little after waking up so when I realized I was crying I said gosh this is so embarrassing #I went home and watched over the hedge which was funny because I was seeing double for most of the movie #I also was incapable of texting correctly so my bestie got a text roughly saying I wnt to ply forn9te #wisdom teeth #spn #supernatural #the antibiotics tasted nasty

[aaynkeijiwanttosleepsendhelp]

Me with a tooth recently extracted: *walks into a Walmart and sees a Barbie photobooth*

Also me to my brother: I'll take a photo that'll say "this Barbie has a tooth less".

#dont mind my rambling #is the anesthesia talking #(not really) #barbie #barbie movie #incorrect quotes #i just cant sleep cus my mouth hurts

[distort251]

Anesthesia (2015) / Director: Tim Blake Nelson

#Anesthesia #2015 #film #movie #cinema #quote #quotes #the scene session

[cherubxkisses]

so like, as a feminist- do you think this is normal? that you feel rage about your feminist movie not winning an oscar??? while you stay silent about the women in gaza having to use tent scraps as period products, having forced miscarriages, having c-sections without anesthesia, being sexually harassed, being abused, AND being killed???? is the occupation’s mistreatment of women in Palestine not a valid enough feminist issue for you?

#yes u can give a shit about barbie i really don’t care #but some things are more important #.txt #you guys have white woman brain rot #palestine

[whumpacabra]

Twilighted

Anesthesia, nonconsensual drugging, needle use, cauterization mention, misunderstanding, semiconscious

[Directly follows What are Friends For?]

There were voices, watery and distant. He was so cold. He couldn’t feel his hands. He could feel the ache in his thigh, pulsing and warm. He could feel the hand that tilted his head back.

His adrenaline soaked system shocked back to life, eyes snapping open and the knife in his hand flying to ward off the hands that weren’t his own. His attack was easily intercepted, a gentle squeeze releasing the knife he clumsily grasped to the bathroom floor.

He was breathing too fast, the air was too thin - but his vision was adjusting, Sarah’s face swimming between tears.

“It’s just us,” She sounded too soft to be Sarah, “We got you.” The brief adrenaline rush was already wearing off, his eyelids heavy as he watched the vague shape of Harrison enter the bathroom.

“Oh shit,” There was the sound of a gun being slotted into its holster, “Is he - ?”

“He’ll be fine. Couldn’t have done a better job myself.”

David felt a smile tug at his lips. Sarah so rarely complimented anyone, let alone him. Tell me you got that on camera, he wanted to say. His mouth felt like cotton and tasted like copper. He must have bit his cheek too hard at some point last night.

Sarah’s hands were warm against his freezing skin, one to his forehead holding his head up and one squeezing the hand he hadn’t tried to stab her with.

“Oh my God,” He knew that voice. He knew it but couldn’t think without the radiating pain wracking his brain.

“Cooler. Now. Thank you - go two doors down and find some clean clothes for him in the dresser. Please.” Harrison sounded weird ordering people around. But he was good at it.

“Hey, Dave?” He squinted at Sarah, bleary eyes struggling to focused. “I’m gonna twilight you; alright?” No. Not alright.

“…n’uh,” was the best he could manage. No. If he wanted that he would have done it after he finished cauterizing his leg last night. Maybe. He didn’t actually remember when he decided it was done enough to sleep.

“I know, I know. It’s for your own good.”

His whimpers were as emphatic as he could make them, twisting away from her warmth. He was cornered in the tub, strong hands holding out his arm. He could hear the needle cap click off. The cold kiss of a sterilizing wipe. The needle.

No. Oh no. Nonononononononononononono.

“Shhh,” Harrison cooed from somewhere else in the room. It was getting hard to keep track…

—

Sarah swallowed hard as she withdrew the syringe, her own hands shaking as David’s incoherent begging quieted to sobs, his head lolling listlessly and eyes damp with tears.

The twisted regret of betrayal burned in her gut. He would never have done that to her, even for her own good. He was too kind. But kindness alon wouldn’t keep anyone alive.

“It’s better this way.” Harrison’s hands were steady as he took the needle from her and tossed it to the sharps bin.

“What did you do?” Mr. Pinkerton’s voice was soft, the clothes in his hands hitting the bathroom tile floor almost as softly. Harrison stood and faced him, but before he could speak the older man had him pinned to the wall by his throat. “What the hell did you do to him?”

His snarl was sharp and threatening. Sarah tensed but didn’t move; Harrison wouldn’t be happy if she hurt him, but it didn’t look like she would have to. Mr. Pinkerton wasn’t a strong man, even compared to Harrison, who was slowly peeling the hand from his throat as tears welled behind Mr. Pinkerton’s wire frame glasses.

“It’s just anesthesia - he hates being…he doesn’t like to be vulnerable like that. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before he started crying.” Harrison wasn’t a people-person - not the way RJ was - but he did have a significant number of years in therapy under his belt compared to the rest of the team.

“Why - he needs - why not a hospital?” Mr. Pinkerton’s breathing was erratic but slowly returning to normal. He could see the rise and fall of David’s chest, the occasional blink of tear thick eyes. He didn’t see the look Sarah and Harrison exchanged.

“It’s complicated.” Harrison decided on, leading him away by the shoulder as Sarah began inspecting David’s work in full. Cauterization could be as delicate as it was brutal. He stooped to pick up the clothes Mr. Pinkerton had brought - and dropped on the blood stained floor. “Let’s grab some clean clothes for him.”

[Directly before Ride Home]

(Part of my Freelancers: Post-Retirement series)

#whump #nonconsensual drugging #anesthesia #misunderstanding #freelancers #fun fact I always come out of anesthesia having a full blown panic attack. usually bc I can hear people but can’t open my eyes and i freak #very weird to have a panic attack like that it’s like slow mo in a movie and not that scary but physically your body just. doesn’t chill.

[lewisvinga]

margaret | alex albon x fem! reader

summary; moments when alex knows that y/n is the one for him. when he knows that he will spend the rest of his life with her.

warnings; suggestive comment n that’s all i think 🥸

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

word count; 1.1k

note; WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. slight crazy rich asians reference lol

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

“Y/n, you don’t need to-“

“Shut up, Alex. You are not getting up without help.” Y/n huffed when she saw Alex trying to get up from the couch. It was only a few days after he had gotten his appendix removed and she swore to take care of him. That meant she would listen to everything the doctor said despite her boyfriend’s protest.

The Thai driver lets out a deep sigh at his girlfriend's determination. Their relationship was fairly new. They have only been together for a few months before getting appendicitis. The way Y/n cared for him made it seem like they’d been married for years.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. It took you five minutes to walk down the hallway!” She exclaimed, fluffing the pillows around him and making sure he was comfortable.

He completely understood her worry. He had a bad reaction to the anesthesia. He had to be put into an induced coma due to respiratory issues. Although the doctors and nurses had said he was fine and clear to start regular recovery, she still worried for him.

While Y/n was preparing a soup that his mother gave her the recipe for, Alex was stuck in his thoughts. He never had a girl care for him so much as Y/n did.

She made sure he was always comfortable. She had reminders on her phone to give him his medicine. She prepared every meal for him and helped him simply move around the house. She made sure to keep his favorite shows and movies playing to make sure he wasn’t getting bored. And even in between classes and studying, she was by his side.

He remembered asking his mom once years ago how he would know if he found the one. She just told him that when he knows, he’ll know.

Alex knew he had only been in a relationship with Y/n for a few months. However, seeing her making his childhood favorite soup just for him and taking care of him was enough for him to know.

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“Alex, your tie is all messed up.” Y/n huffs when she notices his navy blue tie wasn’t even tied properly as they were leaving their hotel room.

“I think it’s a look,” Alex said with a proud smile but she playfully rolled her eyes in response.

“Not for Carmen and George’s wedding.” She sighs, walking up to him. “Although I much rather prefer you without this.” She added with a smile as she gestured to his blue suit. Her comment made him let out a loud laugh while she fixed his tie for him.

“And I prefer you without this,” Alex said with a smile, his hands finding her waist as he glanced over the strapless silk baby-pink dress she wore. Carmen requested that her bridesmaids wear pink, and that made the Thai driver let out a shout of excitement. He just couldn’t resist Y/n in baby pink.

“You look amazing though, my love.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear once she finished fixing his tie. She gently grasps his navy blue suit and stands on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“C’mon, pretty boy. We got a wedding to be in.”

Just an hour and a half later, they were both lined up at the altar. Y/n was on Carmen’s side along with the other bridesmaids and Alex was on George’s side with the groomsmen, including Lando.

It was already time for the exchanging of the rings and the Thai driver couldn’t keep his eyes off his girlfriend of two years. Something about her was making her glow. The pink dress paired with her blown-out hair and her soft sparkly makeup made him not even be able to move his eyes.

He had a lovesick smile as he saw George slip the ring onto Carmen’s finger from the corner of his eye. Y/n’s eyes met his and she wore a smile. I love you he subtly mouthed to her.

Her smile grew wider as she mouthed back I love you. Neither realized that the couple already exchanged their rings and just had their first kiss. Everyone around them erupted into cheers as they kept their eyes on each other.

Alex made sure to make a mental note to ask George to go ring shopping with him once the Mercedes driver was back from his honeymoon.

Because Alex knows. He knows that Y/n is the one.

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“Okay, don’t be mad at me,” Y/n said as she held her hands up, walking into their shared home with shopping bags hanging off her arms.

Alex let out a noise shocked noise as he recognized the designer brands. “Y/n, what did you do?”

“I couldn’t help myself!” She exclaims, rushing over to sit beside him on the couch. “Look at what I got from Goyard though.” She continues as she grabs the dark green bag.

“Y/n-“

“Alex!” She interrupted him as she pulled out the Chien Gris bag in a burgundy color. “It’s for our baby.” She gestures to the grey Bengal kitten sleeping on his lap. She pulled out a matching collar.

“It’ll look so cute on her, babe. Imagine me running errands with her in my bag with a matching collar!”

Alex stares at Y/n in disbelief as she tries to justify her impulsive purchase. She wore a pout on her lips as she held up the bag and collar in her hand. “Think about it, Albon. Think!”

They stared at each other for another minute before he finally gave in. “Okay, I’ll admit it. It would be really cute.” He said with a smile. “Now show me what else you got, pretty girl.”

Alex’s words sparked excitement in Y/n as she moved to sit on the carpeted floor with her bags surrounding her. He wore the same lovesick grin as he watched her show him her new purchases, including a matching bracelet for the both of them.

His mind wandered off to the small black box hidden deep in his gym bag, the one place he knew she would never search in. Inside it, there was a diamond ring that George helped him pick out. The Mercedes driver and his wife are preparing for the proposal when the couple goes out for a date later that night.

He was hours away from proposing and instead of being nervous, he was watching his future wife unbox her new pink Miu Miu bag.

Alex’s mother was right because when he knows, he knows, and he definitely knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y/n.

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #alex albon scenarios #alex albon x reader #alex albon imagine

[simonrillleyyysss]

oh man I’m so off timing for your opened requests and I apologize dearly for that. but I have to write this SOMEWHERE or I will definitely forget it. can you write something like ghost x reader (fem or gn idm!!) and reader has just woken up from surgery and they’re like high as hell off of the anesthesia and they’re singing tunes and blabbering random things out? (like facts about anything really) and they’re being really loud while ghost tries his best to shush them as he’s trying not to burst out into laughter? oh and I don’t mind if you add the reader randomly crying in it. it’s much needed. tysm hun!<33

this is so cute 😭😭

he would be so chill, sat at the side of the hospital bed with his phone in his hand, typing away while momentarily peeking up at you; watching u stir in ur sleep!! when you wake up?? he’s immediately whistling at you; listening to your giggles!!!

would be so confused, yet amused as you looked over at him with a dumb smile, your arms slowly outstretched towards him; high as a kite.

‘hheelooo kiittyy..!’

‘y’alright, sugar?’

‘heeey!’

you demanded, slurring and shaking your head; blinking a few times to process everything happening, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

‘iiicc..ivveeee ggott a boeyfrennd! your handsssommnbuttt…”

“yeah? i am your boyfriend, love.’

you’re so zoned out and confused, staring at the large man infront of you, giggling to yourself a few times, his hand intertwining with your own, humming.

would let you babble and rant about everything,turning on the tv so you could watch a disney movie—slurred lyrics coming from your mouth; humming n’ closing your eyes!!

‘let it gooo!’

‘babe, baby..rest.’

would watch as you broke into hysterical sobs; sniffling and whinging dramatically; head thrown back and wails coming from your throat; clinging onto him.

‘tuummyyy!’

would kiss ur tummy, before finally getting a nurse in to assist you <3

will always tease you for it!

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #ghost is babygirl #ghost headcanons #domestic ghost #simon riley ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #simon fluff

[cosmicpuzzle]

Occupations Signified by each Planet 👩🏻‍💻💼💰💸

Sun: Politics, entertainers, military and army commanders, directors, Government officials, public servants, ministers, Prime Ministers, Presidents, Governors.

Moon: Nursing, babysitters, chefs, coast guard, navy, real estate agents, kindergarten teachers, import export, restaurants, clothing, grocery shop.

Mars: Dentist, surgeon, butcher, real estate builders, mechanical/civil engineers, cooks, bodyguards, army, military, airforce, chemists, mechanics, hair cutters, fabrication, marital arts, firefighters, masseuses.

Mercury: Accountants, bookkeepers, data analyst, all types of data work, teachers (especially school), consultants, writers, businessmen, traders, astrologers, speech therapist, language translators, bankers, media personnel, journalist, social media manager, mathematicians, computer operators, customer support, lawyers, coders, programmers, minister.

Jupiter: Lawyers, judge, priest, mentors, advisors, coach, sports coaches, teachers, professors (college level), financial consultants, legal counsel, travel agent, preachers, spiritual teachers, Gurus.

Venus: Artist, movie stars, celebrity, musicians, dancers, singers, jewelers, luxury car dealers, sweet shops, marriage counselor, interior designers, fashion designers, textiles, perfume dealers, air hostess, sex workers, makeup artist, brokers, painters, designers, holiday or vacation agents, ambassadors.

Saturn: Manual jobs, masonry, carpenter, iron or steel worker, geologist, servants, oil and gas worker, executioner, mortician, social service, gardener.

Rahu: Technology, programmers, scientist, nuclear management, toxic chemicals, anesthesia, visa agents, advertising, online jobs, online marketing, drug specialists, alcolol dealers, smartphone service.

Ketu: Astrologers, psychics, monks, nuns, medical workers, doctors, pin hole surgeons, charity, social service, mathematicians, clock and watch makers, black magicians.

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#astrology #astrology observations #zodiac #zodiac signs #astro community #astro observations #vedic astrology #astro notes #vedic astro notes #astrology community #career astrology #10th house

[raainberry]

Cross The Line - I

« It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. »

Mina x gn!reader

synopsis - if you promise not to step foot in her hospital again, the line disappears, right?

wordcount - 3K

T/W - resident!mina x fighter!reader. mentions of violence, injuries, food. (reader is involved in an underground fight club) medical environment. angst for now and dahyun guest starring😎

A/N - i have decided to make this into a movie. it serves as a prologue to the series but tbh i feel like you can get it without it if you want. Enjoy!

You don’t know if she noticed you.

The minutes passed by, and so did she; a few times. You watched from your seat as you waited for your name to be called, various scenes from silly incidents to more serious ones, old people to kids...

The place was bustling, you could feel your head getting heavier, only keeping it up just in case Mina appeared. She seemed busy, focused. She must have a lot on her mind.

How selfish would it be to wish you were on it too?

You wondered, feeling the familiar tug at your heart when she took the time to reassure a little girl across the room. You could make out the tears staining her cheeks despite how far you were sitting, and witnessed how quickly they dried up under Mina’s gentle voice.

How wrong would it be to feel jealous?

You shook the ridiculous thought away, just in time to hear your name finally get called out. The voice was familiar, but not the one you were hoping for. Sweet, but not enough.

Your gaze left Mina’s figure to meet her dear friend’s, a nurse you’d gotten to know more than the one you heart longed for. She let you call her by her name, but only if you promised not to overstep the set of obvious boundaries that came with it.

You gave your word, although it was tempting to take it back. Everytime Dahyun assisted in your care, you fought the need to ask her anything about Mina. You only faltered once, anesthesia having gotten the best of you after a long set of stitches.

You had the decency to wait until Mina stepped out of the room before asking about her love life. That’s how Dahyun came to know of this… mess of emotions between the two of you.

She never answered you, but she did have questions to which she tried to pull the answers to from Mina herself a few hours later.

Nearly a year later now, and she was still trying. Pieced a few of them together over time and rare, quiet wine drunken nights, but it was nowhere near enough to uncover the reasons.

The ones behind your visits, not your interest in her best friend. She has glasses but she’s not blind.

Although she did wonder what still had you so hung up after years.

If you knew yourself, you probably wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Do you guys have lunch breaks?" Your voice was quiet in an attempt to conceal how awkward you felt.

You were sat on a similar table as your last time here, only surrounded by proper walls this time. Still as blank and unstimulating, letting your mind roam free and back to Mina.

Dahyun paused in her tasks.

This was her third time seeing you, and it was the first time you’d spoken to her without her needing to pull the words out of you.

She cleared her throat, setting down the tools she’d just used to get your cast off. "We do.” She answered hesitantly. “Why wouldn't we?"

The room fell silent once again as you gazed at your weakened arm, turning her question rhetorical. Dahyun only chuckled at the sight before offering some reassurance, "I'm going to show you a few rehabilitation exercises. Your arm will be back to normal in no time."

You simply nodded, your eyes glued to the foreign feeling in your limb. "Do I need to rest it?"

Dahyun’s eyebrows furrowed at your question, but kept her curiosity to herself. Not everyone has her knowledge, she tended to forget it so she cut you some slack although something in her itched to be nosy.

She watched as you tentatively moved your arm, clenching your fist as if trying to regain familiarity with it. "Just avoid putting excessive strain on it.” She finally said, causing you to stop. “No intense use for a couple of weeks, and it should be fine."

"A couple weeks..." You muttered. This wasn’t good. Money was getting short. “Can I have some paper and a pen?”

It was getting hard to do, but Dahyun concealed her confusion again before fulfilling your request, observing as you used your weakened hand to scribble something barely legible.

“Does that count as exercise?" You playfully questioned, causing Dahyun to chuckle.

“It could, yeah." She nodded and you smiled, glancing back at your writing before handing it to her.

“Hopefully she can read it.”

You don’t need to say anything else. Not even her name. Dahyun knew who you were referring to.

You were sure of it, but she managed to make you second guess - yourself and your own intentions - when she tensed up in front of you.

Her hand didn’t reach for the piece you offered of yourself. As futile and impersonal as it was, you couldn’t help but take offense at her doubts.

“Please.” You muttered. It was pathetic. It felt like it too. But it was worth the discomfort if it meant convincing the woman standing before you. Her silence was painful, it almost made you laugh. She wasn’t even the one you were trying to reach.

Were you even allowed to feel so troubled yet?

Rightfully so. Dahyun took forever to make up her mind, staring long enough for your arm to fatigue.

Part of her didn’t want to enable and push her best friend into what looked like a hopeless abyss. Mina deserved much more. She deserved something safer, easier than whatever you brought to the table.

Then again this wasn’t her place to say. This wasn’t her game to play.

She just hoped Mina wouldn’t dismiss its risks.

—

Mina looked down at the paper in her hand, her features tensed in a mix of surprise and apprehension as she processed the words she’d managed to decipher.

« I’ll try really hard not to visit ever again, so if you ever miss me and have a moment to spare : xx xxx xxx. »

She took the numbers in as they slowly burned themselves into her mind. She tried to suppress that small hope within her as it prayed you’d written them well enough.

Needless to say it was a vain attempt. Her thoughts were scattered and she struggled to compose herself.

“What are you going to do?" Dahyun's voice broke an eerie silence that had settled itself in the break room, and Mina exhaled softly, her gaze lingering on your message.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, meeting Dahyun’s eyes. "It's complicated, you know that."

Dahyun nodded, understanding. Or at least she hoped it came across as because quite frankly she had no idea.

It was complicated, yes, but for her, the next step was a no-brainer.

"Maybe it's worth considering," she offered, her words gentle. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

That pulled a chuckle out of the black haired woman next to her. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, but someone who needs to be stitched up every few months can’t not be involved in something dumb or careless.” Dahyun pointed out, but it only amused Mina even more. “I’m serious.” The nurse chuckled despite herself, “Something’s not right.”

“I can take care of myself.” Mina reassured, “I’m sure it’s nothing too bad. Careless maybe, but not dumb either.”

“How would you know?” Dahyun probed as Mina piqued at the nosiest part of her.

Mina only shrugged though, considering the paper in her hand. The weight of your message briefly pulled her thoughts back to the unspoken moments, the lingering emotions that built and shaped this odd link between the two of you.

"Just a feeling.”

—

“Looking to kill your winning streak?”

The coach’s voice resonated in the warehouse and you huffed out a breath, keeping your eyes from rolling back into your brain only to look at him instead. “What are you being so shy for? Hit it, damn it!”

You stayed silent, your jaw clenched shut to keep the thoughts in your head. The punching bag still swung back and forth behind you as you reached for the small bottle of water he was handing you.

The small ‘thank you’ you mumbled was enough for him to get off your back about respect and whatnot, but he still clung onto it about your arm.

“It’s been weeks, Y/n, you’ve had plenty of time to recover, come on…” He said, opting for a more gentle approach.

The switch up didn’t surprise you. He wasn’t exactly stable, but he was good at his job. Good enough to run this whole thing smoothly. You’d respect him if he weren’t so corrupt, pulling at big kids desperate enough for life to ruin it for them. People like you. Exposing them, showing them off in a violent spectacle only the richest could afford to enjoy.

The scheme was vicious. Designed to make staying in the only way out. To make him the only one you could turn to when life’s biggest troubles got too big to ignore.

He knew you well enough by now to know the gentle card wouldn’t work, but that’s also how he knew he had to give it a shot anyway. If not take action, you could open up.

You could, but you wouldn’t. Not to him. Your relationship didn’t allow it, as much as he tried to shape it that way over the years. Not that he was pushing it, he was decently nice. He cared. Just not enough.

You could feel it in the way he watched you, silent while his eyes questioned whatever you did he didn’t understand - which was almost always linked to whatever didn’t fill his pockets.

The edge of the ring pushed into your thighs as you took a seat there, staring into the space in front of you. Your gaze was vacant, you could feel yourself zone out, thoughts begging to drown into your heart and its selfish desire to burn over Mina’s absence; but the coach shaking his head kept you over the surface.

Seeing you space out was new, but he didn’t like how familiar the sight was getting.

You expected his rough tone to spit at you any second, but he surprisingly stayed calm. Too calm. So your eyes left the void to check on him, and his demeanor was all but reassuring.

You could feel his impatience grow by the second, the frustration practically radiating from him was off-putting, but the silence… It was as scary as it was encouraging.

“I need more time.” You finally said.

The words didn’t please him. They didn’t make you happy either. You’d love to be able to hit that bag as you used to just months ago.

“We can’t do that. People are damn near jumping the fence to see you fight, Y/n, you have to come back.”

“They’ll be fine.” You brushed off, feeling the guilt slowly weigh off your shoulders at the desperation in his voice. Something about hearing him beg, even implicitly.

You suddenly rose to your feet, feeling yourself growing wings as you clung onto the third rope of the ring. Entertaining the conversation seemed pointless, so you turned your back on him to get back to training. Something he made sure to prove as a mistake... He didn’t hesitate to burn those wings at the first sight of them.

He never did.

“But you won’t.” You heard him say. The words were heavy, probably because of how fast he’d thrown them at you.

Your features twitched, eyebrows creasing as you tried to argue, “I’m not ready.”

The weakness was bitter, obvious and unfair. Unfitting for a moneymaker like you. If anything you should be the one dictating things.

Yet he somehow always kept the reigns.

“You never were.”

—

His last words ran laps in your mind.

As hard as you tried to alter their course, nothing seemed to stop them. Nothing seemed to change.

The following days melted into themselves, fogging your memory with nothing but defeat.

You felt disoriented. Hopeless. Hurt. Yet somewhat motivated by it all. Problem was you had no goal to put it into.

This fighting thing proved itself to be nothing but a fickle string of glory. A glory you failed to even enjoy. Sure, the underground and illegal part of it didn’t help, but everyone around you seemed to do just fine.

Maybe you’ll ask them about it tomorrow. How they do it. For now you paced around the room, searching for a solution, only for your brain to come up with thoughts of her. You’d long passed the point of it being and feeling pathetic, surrendering to the insanity of the situation. Your soul yearned for the sense of peace she brought with her mere presence, and her absence was suffocating.

Why? It’s not like you were close. All she did was flirt back, it was no reason to get so attached.

You felt insane. Out of mind. All because of that bridge you’d humiliated yourself into trying to hold together.

Maybe giving her your number was a mistake. Maybe you’d have been better off keeping your distance.

Crossing those rarely ever was good.

—

Later that day, your apartment was cloaked in a hushed ambiance, the only source of light emanating from the soft glow of the TV screen as you absently filled up on what felt like a last meal.

A light, protein heavy collation you had no pleasure in swallowing. The only reason you were doing so was not to pass out mid-fight the next day.

You couldn’t go back to her. Not there.

So you folded into the old routine, only finding comfort in your favorite show playing in the background. It was a nice, fleeting distraction from the weight of your impending return to the fight club.

The night was slowly falling silent outside your walls. Your plate emptied itself slowly as episodes followed each other with few breaks in between. You nearly fell asleep from the monotony of it all, but the sound of your phone vibrating against the table jolted you back to full consciousness.

The screen had lit itself up, drawing your attention to the screen. An unknown number and a message that only made sense after connecting a few dots.

« I have a moment. »

Mina's words, a lifeline in the midst of this mounting anxiety.

Your fingers hovered over the screen, the weight of your feelings pulling them down to write and erase every word that came to mind before settling on a much simpler approach.

« Would you mind if I called? »

On the other side of the screen, Mina’s heart fluttered much to her dismay. Needless to say she was apprehensive, eyes fixated on your text while its content resonated in her mind. It stirred a few feelings she’d kept away and guarded for far too long now.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to, but she knew she had to try. She owed it to herself. She’d risked too much, jeopardized too much of her sanity over you to leave without answers.

So she called.

This type of adrenaline was nothing compared to the one you got in the ring. The ring, it was cold. Chilling. The things you did, that you’ve done to get to where you were… It was a rush you were getting used to.

This one was different. Warm. Thrilling. It was new. A rush you looked forward to. No matter how much you denied yourself it.

“Hello?” You spoke into the phone after raising it to your ear. The line was silent for a second before you heard the soft timbre of her voice greeting you back.

Three weeks was the shortest time you’d gone without hearing it yet there you were; practically giggling to yourself over the few words you managed to exchange. The first ones that didn’t revolve around an injury or her scolding you for using her first name.

You made sure not to use it though, as you told her about this colorful place you liked to hang at. It wasn’t the most vibrant, but you found the atmosphere to be fitting for a talk. Cute even, if you’d dared to say.

Mina couldn’t help the flutter of her heart, the burning in her veins traveling all the way to her cheeks as she listened to you trying not to stutter over your words as you basically asked her out.

She could - and she would - have agreed to meet you in the following second, but something held her back, unlike the words pouring out of her mouth with no control, “Sounds lovely. But I don’t know…”

A small silence took over the line as you thought, “What… do you mean you don’t know?”

“It’s just that…” Mina sighed, “The hospital—”

“I’m not a patient anymore, Mina.” You cut her off, desperately clinging onto the small opening. Mina could sense that, letting her frustration slip into her tone.

“Yes, but for how long?” Another silence. Heavier this time. Longer. “We can’t know, right?”

Mina’s voice rung through the line, startling a thought you’d been dying to voice out to her.

“You can’t, but you do know something.”

“What?”

“You know exactly why I can’t make sure to never come back.” You partially confessed in hopes she would understand. “Don’t act dumber than you are, Dr. Mina.”

“That’s the thing, Y/n. I’m not.” She sighed. “I’m not. I don’t know why you show up in such states, I shouldn’t want to know as bad as I do, but something about you makes me—”

Mina stopped herself, realizing what her words were leading to. Somewhere a little too real and raw too quickly. She fought the tears begging to relieve her frustrations, and opted for another sigh. One soft, barely noticeable and far too weak to have any effect on her state of mind.

“It feels like I’m playing with fire.”

For the first time since you’d heard it, the sound of her voice hurt. You could tell how much it cost her to say those words. Just above a whisper, tainted by the shadows of her unshed tears. Ever so softly, like it would glide over the lines, the cracks staining the distance and reach you with no consequences.

“Listen…” You started. “I know you’ve been… curious about me. I know you’ve made your guesses, your bets, and I don’t know what those are. I can’t say I don’t care, because I do, but I have enough self-awareness to know they’re not the most positive.”

You paused in order to gather your thoughts. The next words you’d utter felt like the most important of your life. How worthless had it been… “I feel crazy just asking you this - I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but… I just want to see you. Talk to you, anything that’s not you fixing me up.”

There was a small silence again. It’s agonizing, not being able to tell where this was going. All you could do was wait. You were tired of it but it was suddenly worth it all. The pain, the silence, the longing. The quiet tears you let go off in the dark, the memories and wonders of her gentle soul tormenting you days after your stays.

“I want to see you too.”

#twice x reader #mina x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice mina #myoui mina #twice angst

[welcometothewoes]

Anyway Heavy Sleeper x Light Sleeper prompts - from fluffy to h/c-ish

Light Sleeper gently carrying Heavy Sleeper to bed after both of them dozed off on the couch during a movie night.

Heavy Sleeper accidentally alerting Light Sleeper as they get up to go to the bathroom at 3 AM, so they whisper "Sorry, love" and try to make as little noise as possible.

Light Sleeper is awoken in the middle of the night by external sources (outdoor traffick, bird chirping, etc) and, seeing that they can't fall back asleep right away, they just cuddle up to Heavy Sleeper and let themselves rest comfortably until they're back out.

Heavy Sleeper has to get up earlier for work than Light Sleeper, and despite their best efforts to be gentle and quiet, Light Sleeper stirs up every morning when they hear Heavy Sleeper's alarm, the consequent scurrying about and the meek creak of the door when they enter the bathroom. The few times that routine didn't wake up Light Sleeper were in vain, because Heavy Sleeper couldn't resist planting a kiss on their forehead as they were leaving anyway.

Light Sleeper getting nervous before a minor surgery, not because they're that scared of being cut open, but because of the possibility of waking up during it, and Heavy Sleeper reassuring them that anesthesia will do its job.

Heavy Sleeper is a workaholic who deliberately postpones sleep and goes to great lengths to stay awake for as long as possible, because they know that once they let themselves shut their eyes, they won't rise again for at least ten hours + an alarm clock is pretty useless in their case. Toss in a worrywart of a Light Sleeper who finds them napping hunched over their desk and go.

Light Sleeper stirs up from their sleep when they hear whimpering and tossing, only to see that Heavy Sleeper is having a nightmare. Worried, Light Sleeper tries to gently shake them awake, but it takes Heavy Sleeper awhile to jolt up because they're so notoriously hard to wake up. For a little while, all Light Sleeper can do is hold them, caress them and mutter reassuring words until they calm them down.

Heavy Sleeper props themselves up on an office chair, one earbud in, a caffeinated drink in one hand, their mobile on silent mode in the other - anything to make sure they don't fall into a deep sleep completely while watching over a very ill Light Sleeper for the night.

#otp prompts #Fluff prompts #otp writing #writing prompts #Imagine your OTP #Imagine your OTPs #Imagine your ship #imagine your ocs #Shipping prompt #Shipping prompts #oc prompts #Oc prompts #Tag your OTP #tag your oc #Tag your ocs #Otp imagine #Otp imagines #Oc imagines #fanfiction writing #fanfic writing #fanfiction #story writing #writeblr #Sickfic #Caretaker #ship talk #Ship prompt #Ship dynamics #shipping dynamics #tw surgery mention

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

The Grand A-Z List of Whump 1/3

This list contains ~290 items listed A to H

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing. Whump is generally a 'dead dove' sort of topic, however it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This lists intention is to not glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This part one-of-three comprehensive lists of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[I-Q] [R-Z] [NSFW List]

List below the cut:

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"I don't need your help."

"I'm doing this to make you better"

"I'm fine, take care of them!"

“I’m Fine”

"Kill me instead"

"Let me in."

"Look at me."

"Should I know you?"

"Take me instead."

(No) Anaesthetic

A

A Good Ol' Sickfic

Abandoned

Abdominal Pain

Aching Wounds

Acne

Adrenaline Crash

Adrift (in space/at sea)

Agoraphobia

Airsickness

Alien abduction

Allergies

Alopecia

Ambulance Ride

Ambush

Amnesia/memory loss

Amputations

Anaemia

Anesthesia

Angina (Heart condition that causes pain)

Animal Attack/Bite

Ankle Sprain

Anthrax

Anxiety/Anxiety attack(s)

Aphasia

Appendicitis

Arrested

Arthritis

Asking for help

Asphyxiation

Assumed Dead

Asthma/Asthma Attack

Auctions

Autoimmune disease

Avalanches

B

Backache

Bad Caretakers

Bandaged Head

Banished

Barbed Wire

Bear trap

Beaten up by ex-friends

Beaten with blunt object (i.e, bat or pipe)

Beatings

Bedrest

Bedside Vigil/Hospital Vigil

Begging

Betrayed by close friend/team/family

Bites (Animal, Bug, Human….)

Biting

Black Eye

Blackmail

Bleeding Out

Bleeding Through

Bandages

Blindfolded

Blindness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Blisters

Blood Loss

Blood Poisoning

Bloodied Knuckles

Bloodstains/blood trail

Bloody handprints

Bloody nose

Blunt force trauma

Blurred vision

Body modification

Body Sharing

Body Switching

Bounty on their head

Brain Damage

Brainwashing

Breakdowns

Breathless

Bridal Carry

Broken Bones (Ribs, Arm, Leg)

Broken Nose

Broken Promises

Bronchitis

Bruises

Building Collapse

Bullet Removal

Bumpy roads jarring injuries

Buried Alive

Burning Building

Burns/Scalding

Busted kneecap

C

Cancer

Caning

Capgras syndrome/delusion (belief that someone close to/important to the person has been replaced by an imposter)

Capsulitis

Captivity

Captured

Car chases (and maybe a car crash)

Carbon monoxide poisoning

Cardiac Arrest

Caretaker has to “play nice” with whumper.

Caretaker has to hurt whumpee while undercover.

Caretaker sacrificing something dear to them to get something the whumpee needs.

Caretaker turned Whumpee

Caretaker-whumper who's a parental whumper. But their "love" is not real love. Or even right treatment.

Carsickness

Cataracts

Catatonia

Caught in a fire

Caught in an explosion

Cauterization

Cave In

Cavity

Celebrity whump (exploitation in the music/movie industries…)

Chaffing from ropes/handcuffs/shackles

Chained/Shackled

Checking for injuries

CHF - congestive heart failure

Chicken Pox

Chills

Chloroform

Choking

Chronic pain

Claustrophobia

Cleaning wounds alone

Cold/Flu,

Collapsed Lung

Collapsing (into someone’s arms is usually nice, bonus points for cradling their head as they lower the whumpee to the floor)

Collapsing after they win

Collapsing/Fainting/Passing Out

Collars

Coma

Comfort after a nightmare

Common cold

Completely betrayed by their own team

Complications

Concussion

Confusion

Constipation

Constricted Airways

COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult.

Corporal Punishment

Corset too tight and won’t unbutton

Coughing

Coughing Up Blood

CPR

Cramps

Crikes (intubation through neck)

Crush injury

Crying

Cuddle pile

Curses

Cuts/Grazes

Cutting off hair (more of an emotional hurt)

Cyanide poisoning

D

Damaged Larynx/Vocal Cords

De-aging

Deathbed Confessions (don’t have to actually die and stay dead, just the threat of dying)

Defeat

Defenestration (throwing out a window)

Dehydration

Deja Vu

Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)

Deluded whumper/thinking they’re helping the whumpee

Dengue Fever

Denial

Depression

Dermatitis

Diabetes (type 1 and 2)

Diarrhea

Diseases ('mystery' diseases are the best kind)

Dislocations

Disorientation

Disowned by Family

Displaced hip

Dissociation

Distress call

Dizziness

Dragged Away

Dream sequence

Driving to the hospital with a whumpee slumped barely-conscious in the seat of the car

Drowning

Drunkenness

E

Ear Infection

Edema (swelling from build up of fluid)

EKG

Electrical Burns

Electrical shock

Electrocution

Emergency field surgery

Emergency Surgery

Emotional angst

Emotional manipulation

Endometriosis

Enemy to Caretaker

Energy Drain

Environmental whump

ER

Execution

Exes reunited with one wanting a relationship and the other just wanting friendship.

Exhaustion

Experimentation

Exposure

Extreme Weather

Eye injury

F

Facing Phobias

Failed Escape

Failure to thrive

Fainting

Fainting (but also fainting aftermath) / Fainting due to lack of sleep, food, or overworking fainting from exhaustion

Falling

Falling for Caretaker/Whumpee/Whumper

Falling Through Ice

Fatigue/Exhaustion

Fever

Fibromyalgia (Chronic Pain)

Field medicine

Fighting (while injured)

Financial difficulty faced + how whumper might take advantage of that + how caretaker handles everything (well/badly)

Finding your loved one dead without explanation but thinking they’re still alive.

Fireman's carry

Flare ups

Flashbacks

Flinching away

Flu

Food Poisoning

Forced to... (Break out, Choose, Hurt, Kneel, Scream, Watch)

Forehead kisses

Forgotten by team

Foul-tasting medicine

Found family

Found unconscious

Fracture (Arm, Hyoid bone etc)

Freezing / cold whump

Friendly Fire

Frostbite

G

Gagged/Muzzled

Gangrene infection

Gaslighting

Gas (noxious, poisonous etc)

Gastritis

Glass (shards, debris etc)

Grief

Gunshot Wound

H

Hair Pulling/Cutting/Matting/Stroking

Hallucinations

Hanahaki

Handcuffs

Handgag

Hard ground

Haunted

Hay Fever

Head injuries/concussion

Head trauma

Headache/Migraine

Heart Palpitations

Heartburn

Heat Exhaustion

Heatstroke

Heavy metal poisoning

Held at gunpoint/knifepoint/weapon point

Hematohidrosis (Sweating blood)

Hemophilia/Hematophilia (Blood unable to clot)

Haemothorax

Hernia

Hidden Illness/Injury/Scar/Medical Issues

Hiding

High Blood Pressure

High Fever (like dangerously high)

High Pain Tolerence

Hit by a car

Home Sickness

Hospital Codes

Hostage Situation

House burnt down

Huddling for Warmth

Human Shield

Human Weapon

Hunger

Hungover

Hunted for Sport

Hurt no comfort

Hyperalgesia,

Hypermobility

Hyperventilating

Hypo/Hyperthermia

Hypo/Hyperthyroidism

Hypoglycemia

Hypotension/ Hypertension

Hypoxia

TAG LIST: Thank you very much to the following people for submitting ideas! (I apologise if some tags did not work, I'm not sure why tumblrs not letting me tag you!)

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[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine how cute vika would be on anesthesia 😭❤️

sugar how do you always have the best ideas i'm convinced ur a certified sevika genius

men and minors dni

you're sitting by your wife's bedside, reading on your phone, waiting for her to wake up.

she had a minor surgery on her shoulder, nothing serious. once she wakes, the doctors will check her over and you'll be free to take her home. now, it's just a waiting game.

"mmm..." sevika hums in her sleep. you smile and put your phone down, reaching out to grab her hand as she slowly wakes up.

"hey, baby." you say, reaching forward to brush her hair behind her ears. sevika blinks her eyes open.

"where...?"

"you're in the hospital, 'y had surgery, remember?" you ask. sevika nuzzles into your hand.

"y'r the prettiest doctor in the world." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i'm not a doctor, baby." you say. sevika furrows her brow and looks at you.

"model?" she asks. you laugh.

"you don't remember me?" you ask with a giggle. the doctors told you to expect this-- that it's common for patients to wake up from anesthesia with temporary memory loss. still, it's fucking adorable.

"i know you?!" sevika asks. you grin.

"very well." you say, nodding. she grins.

"woah." she whispers, her eyes wide as they soak in your face. you laugh.

"y' thirsty?" you ask. sevika blinks, then nods, and you hand her a water bottle, helping her get the straw in her mouth. sevika drinks half the bottle, her eyes locked on you the entire time. when she finishes drinking, she pulls away with a dramatic gasp for air, and you laugh. "you're so cute." you say. sevika grins.

"yeah?" she asks. you nod. she smiles. "mmm, well, maybe i could get your number. take you out sometime." she says, sitting up in her bed to waggle her eyebrows at you. you laugh.

"scoot over." you demand. sevika's eyebrows shoot up her forehead and she eagerly scoots to the side of her hospital bed, grinning as she watches you crawl in beside her. you wrap your arms around her shoulders and press a kiss to her forehead, and when you pull away sevika's got stars in her eyes.

"woah." she says again. you grin.

"wanna know a secret?" you ask. sevika nods. "you've taken me out plenty of times before." you whisper. sevika's eyes grow impossibly wider, her mouth opening.

"really?" she asks. you laugh and nod.

"yep. too many times to count."

"fuck, how'd i manage that?" she asks. you grin.

"not sure, i must like you a lot or something." you say.

"woah. i like you too." sevika whispers. you laugh.

"you don't even remember my name!" you say. sevika shrugs.

"mmm but you're so pretty, and your hands are so warm." she says as she burrows further into your arms. you run your hands through her hair, pressing kisses against her scalp.

"you smell like hospital." you say. sevika giggles.

"duh." she says. you smile.

"you're gettin' a bath when we get home." you say. sevika blinks.

"we live together?" she asks. you grin.

"we do a lot more than live together, honey." you say. sevika gawks at you.

"'y mean like..." her eyes trail up and down your body and she bites her lower lip. you smile.

"like what?" you ask. sevika blinks back up at you.

"...like sex?" she whispers, her eyes darting around her to make sure nobody's around to overhear her. you laugh.

"yeah like sex, sev." you say. she grins.

"nice." she says. you laugh.

"it is nice, isn't it?" you ask. she nods.

"do we... do it a lot?" she asks. you snort.

"almost every day." you say. sevika grins.

"nice!" she says. you laugh and press another kiss to her head. "what else do we do?" she asks. you smile.

"hmm... well we watch tv together. you love those cooking competition shows."

sevika grins. "we watch chopped?!" she asks. "i love chopped!"

you laugh. "chopped, british bake off, cutthroat kitchen..." you list off a few of sevika's favorites and watch as her smile grows.

"what else?" she demands. you smile.

"we go on dates. movie night every tuesday at the theater, and on fridays we go out to eat somewhere."

"and?" she asks, blinkinb up at you. you laugh.

"and we sleep next to each other every night. well, more like you sleep on top of me, but still." you say.

"and?" she asks again. you grin.

"and... i dunno, sev, we've gotten pretty boring after getting married." you say with a shrug.

"we're married!?" she screams. you giggle.

"goin' on three years now." you say, nodding.

"but! i don't remember it!" sevika says, her eyes getting sad. you giggle and press a kiss to her forehead.

"you'll remember soon. wanna see pictures?" you ask. sevika blinks, still flustered by the kiss you'd placed on her forehead.

"do that again." she whispers, looking at your lips. you smirk, and lean forward to kiss the tip of her nose. she sighs and smiles. "again." she whispers. you grin, and place two quick kisses to each of her cheeks. "aga--"

you cut her off with a kiss to her lips, and sevika sighs against you. her hands hesitantly reach up to cup your face, and you smile against her.

"you're so sweet." you whisper against her lips. sevika smiles.

"nobody calls me sweet." she says. you give her a quick peck.

"i do, though." you say. she smiles.

"nice." she says. "i'm sleepy." she mumbles.

"so go to sleep." you say. she pouts.

"but... i wanna be with you. you're my wife! and you're so nice to look at." she says. you smile.

"i'll be here the whole time. and i bet you when you wake up you'll actually remember me." you say. sevika hums as she considers this, settling against your shoulder. you continue to comb through her hair, intermittently pressing kisses against her scalp and forehead. her blinks get longer, her breath evens out.

"'m so lucky." she mumbles against you. you smile.

"me too." you say.

sevika's snoring before you finish your sentence.

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hiii i saw your requests were open and you were wanting some so i'm here 🤭🤭 cld you write smth w reader and hobie casually hanging out and reader (who has no piercings) randomly asks hobie out of nowhere to pierce their tongue ?? i feel like hobie wld know how to do piercings correctly n this idea always appears in my mind so 😞😞 just a cute little moment w hobie putting holes in reader yk how romantic (i just desperately want a tongue piercing)

Pierced

hobie brown x gn! reader

chapter summary: You were interested in Hobie’s piercings and end up getting one of your own and a boyfriend.

Chapter warnings: just reader getting a piercing. Kinda of friends with benefit,author getting carried away

YOU AND HOBIE were in his bedroom watching some random movie Miles recommended you. It hadn’t peaked your interest so you were scrolling through TikTok when a video of someone showing off their piercings and a question popped into your head.

“Hey Hobie..” You looked over at the man who was playing around with your new cat who kept trying to bite his hand. You smiled at the sight before grabbing onto his hand so he would pay full attention.

“Can you pierce my tongue?”

Silence followed after your question before his turned to your direction confusion filled his face. “Why do ya want me to do tha?” You shrugged as your kitten walked into your lap meowing loudly.

”I just want one”

“Are you sure? Like really… I always make sure people are ready if they ask for a tongue piercing.”

You teasingly leans closer to Hobie “And honey who else should I trust in piercing my tongue if it’s not you?”

You watch as his mouth can only open and close like a fish and Hobie pinches your nose trying to distract you from the fact that he’s flustered “Now, why don’t you get the needle ready before I change my mind dummy”

He pushes you lightly to the bathroom and you can only wiggle in excitement as he prepares the needle and anesthesia needed.(Don’t ask why he has anesthesia he just does) He shakes his head as he brings all the equipment to the sink and puts on sanitary gloves and a mask.

He sighs “Okay, well if this is what you want I’m glad I got to be the one doing this. I’ll make sure there’s no regret and it’s gonna be pretty.” You wink at him. Hobie chuckles “ I cant wait to kiss you”

He squishes your cheeks in a soft grip “You shouldn’t kiss until I make sure there is no inflammation or infection! Now open up that mouth baby,” his voice turns husky within a gulp and you’re glad no one can see you right now.

He clicks his tongue “Now open,” he gently holds your chin as your eyes glisten when you see him inject the anesthesia to you. “Close your eyes, let me focus.” He winks and start doing his job.It doesn’t take much time; he knows you can literally bare any slight.

He places the metal ball and finishes the last touch. After making sure you’re done, he taps your shoulder. “All done! Now I suggest you take a pain killer. He cups your cheeks into his palm.

You smile through the numb feel in your tongue, you opens your mouth to talk but his tongue still cannot cooperate. He giggled and kisses your nose, “Don’t worry. Your tongue should be numb, and you can’t talk well for a while. But it’s regular.” You only nod and you gets up to leave the bathroom.

You did not see Hobie for the last week, it’s been ten days since he pierced your tongue, five days since you came to have them checked for any problems. He understand you were busy with spider duties, but he did not expect you to suddenly knock on his door one Saturday night, looking all hot in his sleeves shirt with biker shorts.

“Oh! You didn’t tell me you’re coming.” He peeks from his door, actually not prepared to receive you in his house. He hadn’t really cleaned up his mess and he himself looked messy.

You places your bag down and jumps to the sofa in his living room “Good, no one else here.” He laughs as he pats your head. “Really? You came just to check if I’m with someone else?”

You raises an eyebrow “Can’t I come? Didn’t you miss me? It’s been more than a week.”

He smiles “Well, I had a quiet week without you! Quite a good one, but you could’ve texted me, and you know I could..” he rubs his neck.That’s when he remembered you have a piercing.

“Ah! (n/n) let me see the piercing!!” He pulls your chin and left you flustered. You stick out your tongue and there he can see his professional work of piercing. “It’s pretty! Do you mind, if I take a picture for a testimony?” He pulls that stupid smirk and you can’t resist.

You click your tongue “I can do that,”

With that he makes you stick your tongue out nicely and you’re a good model. You got a few good pictures that he’ll keep in his private folder.

“Now, that you said I can do anything with my tongue, and you’ve done your job… can we try what I’ve been wanting since last time?” You pull him closer to you and lifts him up on top of you as he nods.

“Don’t be shy, you knew too much to be acting innocent. I know you wanted to kiss me so bad too.” You nuzzle your nose to his and stick your forehead to his.

You fish something out of your pocket and his eyes follow your hand. His face warms up when he sees you shaking the cherry lip balm he gave you.

“You knew I wanted to kiss you, but that was not allowed… so you gave me this? So I can feel like I am kissing you, right?” You raises your brow.

His eyes grow wide as he feels his stomach tingle at how close you are to him. He’s basically on your lap, one of your arms is holding his waist thumb barely touching his exposed skin from the torn shirt, while your other hand is applying the balm over his lips.

He balances himself by placing his hands over your shoulder and when you pop back the lip balm lid, he smacks his lips and dives into your lips. You smirk as he savors you and you have to remind yourself there is a metal ball on your tongue that you’re battling with. Damn it’s hot, but still he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Once Hobie sets you down on his bed, you both part to gasp for air and you can feel your cheeks burning.

“That was hot,” you say between your breaths.

Hobie winks “I did not regret this at all, are you in?” he asks in concern, though this was nothing new, He always wants to make sure he has your consent before continuing. You nod and he leads you in.

“Gosh I really have to buy you sexy laces, huh?” he teases you and you hit him “Stop! don’t drive the attention elsewhere.”

Hobie licks his lips one more time when his eyes run over your body on his bed. He’s glad he got home tonight and he’s glad to see you after a long week.

•••

You face Hobie who is lying on your side. Your naked bodies are still sweaty in the cold room, but with the covers and Hobie’s warm hug you don’t shiver at all. His fingers brush your stray hairs away from your face and he looks at you with stars in his eyes.

“I love you so much,” he blurts out

You stifle a laugh “Suddenly?”

He nods “Yeah, Every time I see you, I don’t want to lose you.”

You trace circles on his biceps and lay your head on his chest. You snake your arms into his torso and hug him close

“I am not going anywhere, don’t worry Hobs. I love you too.”

You peck his nose and he smiles before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: I got a little carried away and felt like I drifted away form the request but I hope anon likes it ❤️

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Humans and our insane biology

My 2nd entry to humans are space orcs.

So, I've always seen in movies that the intergalactic version of healing is via cryopads or filling an entire space tube with some sort of liquid and just chucking the entire person inside to heal for an indefinite amount of time depending on the severity of their injury.

Now, humans don't have the luxury of that. I can sorta theorized that the medical stuff the aliens use would include the use of nanites or galactic medicinal herbs that would speed up the healing process, bumping up a supposedly 10 years of physical rehabilitation and recovery to a few months at most and to those who get the quality herbs, then a few weeks.

Seeing as Earth would be seen as a deathworld, a term I've been seeing for planets that hold life forms but is seen as a hostile planet to other other galactic race, they would be baffled by the slowness of our healing process.

They might think, "Their planet is harsh so their healing process must be very fast". And they're half correct with that assumption. Even the most ill of humans can fight back on a lot of health issues even with minimal medical support.

Infection? Increased white blood cells and even developing a fever to kill this micro invaders via increased body temperature. The body not getting oxygen? Body falls into tachypnea or breathing too fast to get more oxygen. Any feelings of danger? Adrenaline pumps out to give you an extra boost of energy for fight or flight purposes. Injury leading to a cut somewhere on our skin? Have the platelet go over there and cover the cut and have the white blood cells round up the bacteria that could've entered. Hungry with no food? Let me use this fat tissue as energy.

Alien: You mean you heal slowly or very fast depending on your injury?! What if your body can't heal itself or what if you're too weak to do the healing?! *panicking from the stress since humans are technically considered as Eternal Younglings given that they're the fastest to die from their short lifespan*

Human: That's when we go to the hospital. Our version of your healing technology.

Alien: Oh, thank the stars. So how long do you stay in your cryopad if you have a deep injury?

Human: Depends on how deep. If it's just a small cut or a small bruise then we don't go to the hospital. But if the injury is super deep or an organ is not functioning well or we're bleeding from the inside, then we have doctors who put us to sleep with this chemical called anesthesia and they operate on the cut and fix the messed up organs.

Alien: *concerned alien noises* Doctors are like healers, yes? How do they exactly 'fix' you?

Human: So, they inject us with this anesthesia, wait for us to fall asleep, then cut their way through our muscle, fats, and tissues before seeing the organs, maybe cutting up a bit of it to send to the labs or fixing it up. I don't really know the exact details since I'm just your plain worker.

Alien: Child, 'healers' who cut up patients are called as kiarvetj, killers! *exasperated, panicky actions* How... how often did you say that you Terrans go to this hospital again?

Human: Oh, I'm not sure for the rest of my kind but for those who are healthy enough like me who can function and not collapse or vomit blood or get in an accident, then pretty much never. Besides, even if I want to know if I'm sick of something, the price to have myself be medically checked is too much. So I just make do with herbs and stuff.

Alien: I think I'm going to have a word with the UIC (Unified Intergalactic Council) about this... AGAIN!

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