Okay, so for the family au, cause I'm curious, does Shiro have a prothetic? If so, how does he work with it and how did he get it? If not, does he ever? And how?
[The Voltron Family] The first time they found out about it, Keith thought he was having a bad dream. When he found out it wasn’t, he wanted to die. Shiro revealed he had a cancerous tumor in his right arm.
Keith: Why aren’t you reacting like— *pounds at Shiro’s chest angrily* Shiro: *silently lets Keith do what he wants* Keith: *sobbing while glaring at him* Why do you even have a tumor? We’ve been living a healthy a life. *abruptly stops upon realization* Is it my fault? Shiro: Keith, don’t be ridiculous. Keith: *grips into Shiro’s collar* It’s my fault, isn’t it? Is it because we don’t…. Is that why you’re… Shiro: *raises his voice* Keith! None of this is your fault, alright?! Keith: *raises his voice* Then why the hell are you not worried— Shiro: BECAUSE I’VE COME TO ACCEPT IT!! Keith: *surprised at the outburst* *steps back* Shiro: *rubs his temple* *sighs* It’s malignant. Keith: *covers his mouth* Malignant tumor. Takashi, that’s the deadliest. Shiro: I know. Keith: *grabs Shiro’s hand* Then what the hell are we doing here shouting at each other when you could have been at the hospital?! Shiro: *doesn’t budge* Keith, don’t. Keith: *looks back* Don’t? Are you saying you’re not going to do anything about it? *shouts* IT’S SPREADING IN YOUR ARM AS WE SPEAK!!! ARE YOU EVEN PROCESSING HOW SERIOUS THIS IS? YOU’RE THE DAMN DOCTOR BETWEEN THE TWO OF US AND YET I AM THE ONE WHO’S PANICKING!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU— Shiro: I MIGHT LOSE MY JOB!!! Keith: *glares* Is that what this is all about? Shiro: They’re not going to let an amputee operate, Keith. Keith: *grabs Shiro’s collar and pushes him to the wall* How dare you say that. How dare you fucking say that in front of me?! I’D RATHER YOU LOSE AN ARM THAN LOSE YOU ENTIRELY, TAKASHI! So what if you lose your job? You think I cannot provide for this family?! We both know Hunk, Lance and Pidge are secured for life. We made sure of that. Do you think so lowly of my job? In case you forgot, I earn 7 digits yearly just as much as you do. So don’t you fucking dare imply that I cannot provide for this family. Think about the kids… about me. You promised we’d grow old together— Shiro: *wraps Keith into a hug* I’m scared. Keith: *deflates* *hugs back* Well, that’s a start. Shiro: I’m going to lose my arm. Keith: Doesn’t make me love you less. *kisses Shiro’s cheek*
When Shiro got amputated, he was asked if he wanted a prosthetic arm. It was going to cost them a lot but Keith answered “Yes” quickly that Shiro didn’t even get to process anything.
Shiro didn’t lose his job, at least not yet. He was on leave trying to recover and trying to get a hang of his new arm. He’d come to accept that it was part of him now. Keith had always been there to help him put it on and take it off, most of the time pampered with kisses which made Shiro laugh.
Keith: *kisses Shiro* You know… Shiro: Hmmm? Keith: This has always been one of those weird fantasies of mine. Shiro: *cocks his head* What do you mean? Keith: You’re like half cyborg— Shiro: *groans fondly* Oh no. Keith: *laughs* I was a teen who was into robots, okay?! I’ve read books of a human falling in love with a cyborg. Shiro: You’ve read too many weird books in your early days. *rolls eyes*
After a few months, the hospital called him that if he still wanted to continue being a brain surgeon, he could.
Shiro: But I have a— *looks pointedly at his prosthetic arm* Director: We don’t discriminate, Dr. Shirogane. *smiles* You’re one of the top neurosurgeons in the country and we’re grateful to have you working with us. It works like a normal arm, yes? *eyes Shiro’s arm* Shiro: *nods* Yeah, it does. I don’t even feel like it’s artificial anymore. Director: I can see that and I’m glad. I don’t see how you shouldn’t continue your practice then.
When Shiro came home and told Keith the news, his husband might’ve cried.
An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent. The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks. I love this request, I really hope you like it! Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!
It gets smutty! Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!
UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!
“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.
“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.
“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly. He knew Y/N was British. She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.
“You know what,” Derek replied.
“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked. She looked at the genius with playful eyes.
“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.
“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.
“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up. After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face. “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”
ASK: You spin her right round gaster Right round Have mercy she’s just an reptile
ASK: Geez, Gaster, lighten up on Alphys there.
GASTER Don’t worry about her, she’s quite used to this by now! She’s fine- aren’t you, Alphys?
ASK: Well. I’m glad that you plan to keep the questions going. It makes all monster kind happy. What do you think will be the next step in this operation?
GASTER Ah, well. I originally intended to use this system as a way of collecting feedback from the general public. My first priority as Royal Scientist is to use the resources available to me to improve the lives of monsterkind. I can only do that if I know what is wrong. So please do contact me with your suggestions.
GASTER Additionally, I will use this blog as a method of improving my communication with you all! When it comes to informing the populace about my progress, my assistants have told me that I have a tendency to be rather… hm. Enigmatic, shall we say?
ALPHYS I-I believe the word they used was “cagey”, sir-
GASTER Yes thank you for putting it so kindly, Alphys.
ALPHYS Oh! Ah! Ahaha, s-sorry! But, you know, I mean, you admitted it yourself, it’s true-
GASTER I will spin you again, assistant.
ASK: Ev’nin’, doctah! I happened to notice your reaction on the last volley of questions. You had one hell of a cartoonish blue blush… Alphys is more perceptive than she lets on, you know… Not to mention, how do you capture your reactions? Web cam? I’m guessing web cam.
GASTER Yes, we are using a bloody webcam.
ALPHYS … A-aren’t you going to…?
ALPHYS Answer the rest of the question?
GASTER No. I am ignoring it.
ALPHYS But they said I’m p-perceptive! That’s sweet-
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Starfire’s addition to the Injustice 2 game just makes me so sad.
Like, she mentions Dick Grayson so much (how he respected Black Canary’s training, how he believed there was good in Superman, how Jason reminded her of Dick, etc). She even asks Doctor Fate to bring him back.
Out of all the characters, she is the only one to bring him up as often as she does. Damian brings him up once or twice (typically the same two lines or so), or Batman brings him up when fighting Damian. But that’s about it (I’m sure I missed one or two interactions).
Jason brings him up once when fighting Starfire, saying that Dick talked about her all the time. Dick Grayson and Starfire obviously meant so much to each other and it hurts to know that he’s dead and she’s still hurting from it.
Like goddamn DC, you are really making me emotional over the little things in this game
Imagine doctor Dean Winchester flirting with you while coming to check up on you on the hospital.
A/N: I was in need of the doctor!Dean cuteness that someone suggested and here it is! It’s a LOT like the “drunk Dean flirting with reader” mini series I wrote a while ago, so if you liked those flirty (and dirty ;)) remarks you’re gonna enjoy this one too!
“And I fucking told you I don’t want anybody just checking up on her other than me!” your eyes almost widened as you heard the rough voice. You could recognize it anywhere and although it usually made your heart warm up and your entire body relax this time it actually made you jump in your place.
“This is no a job for newbies, and I have made it clear that nobody interferes with my patients. Especially miss (Y/l/n).” you heard his voice become louder as he approached your room and this time you realized he wasn’t just angry or frustrated, but he sounded tired as well. Of course they wouldn’t notice, nobody did but you’d like to admit you knew your doctor more than you should.
“Y-yes doctor, we’ll let them know.” you heard a nurse stutter and footstep hurry away as another pair approached your room.
“Bunch of amateurs.” you heard him let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand down his face as he wanted into your room. The moment his eyes fell on you, you saw his expression soften and a definitely more calm one take over.
“Morning, sweetheart.” he breathed out as he closed the door behind him.
“Morning, doc.” you grinned “What’s with all the fuss today?” you asked although you had a slight suspicion.
“Because nobody seems to be able to do their fucking job right.” he said with a small growl and you raised an eyebrow “I told them I didn’t want anyone checking up on you but Mer and it seems like I was talking to a fucking wall.”
“So it is about Doctor Evans?” you asked with a small smirk, leaning back in your comfy pillows as he looked down at the papers he had concerning you.
Dean let another growl at the mention, his hands clenching in fists “I told him in specific that you were my patient, and mine only. But he had to come and take you for your regular check up because apparently he didn’t have any more patients to take care of!” he huffed and you bit your lips to keep yourself from giggling, but obviously failed.
His head moved up and his eyes locked with yours as a frown set on his face. You placed a hand over your mouth “Sorry” you breathed out, still smiling “I just- I find it cute how you get all over-protective and possessive with me.” you shrugged, looking down at your hands and feeling your cheeks heat up as you realized what you had actually said.
“Do you do that with all the patients, doctor?” you asked again, looking at him through your eyelashes. You felt better, despite your blush that at least you could make him smile. Gosh how you loved that smile. It felt as if it could lit up an entire room and you hated when things like this happened and he was all moody or, even worse, burdened, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He was a wonderful man, he didn’t deserve this. He lived for saving people and he had actually done so numerous times. But it wasn’t just how much of an amazing doctor he was, more like how much he liked his job past the prescriptions part. He always made sure to talk with all of the patients in the hospital, doing his best they felt at home and of course they all knew and respected him deeply. You never really thought that after your car accident finding yourself in a hospital with him as your personal doctor would be the best thing to happen to you. The first few months had been the hardest but your injures had been taken good care of thanks to him, and the emotional part helped a lot. He was great to you, kind and funny, sweet and soft when needed and never forget flirty. It didn’t harm that he was so good-looking. Your self-confidence needed a boost and with a man like him it was so much more than that.
“Only for the pretty ones.” he said with a smirk, winking at you as he flipped a page and focused back on the numbers in front of him.
“Right, and are there… a lot of pretty ones lately?” you asked shyly, chewing on your lower lip.
His eyes didn’t leave the papers but the smile remained on his face “Nah not really. So far only one, and she really is the most damn beautiful of all. Honestly-” he set them down at the end of your bed “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he said as he approached you.
“Is that so?” your eyebrows shot up “She must be something really special for you to say this.”
“Yeah, she’s unique.” he breathed out, giving you that boyish grin that always made you thankful you were sitting or else your knees would have given away.
“I’m sure.” you mumbled “For doctor Winchester to take a liking to her.” you shrugged subtly and he shook his head with a chuckle.
“You really want to hear it, don’t you?” he asked, resting his weight on his arm on the head of your bed.
You looked up at him, biting your lip “Maybe a little?” you asked shyly and he laughed at you.
“You’re one of a kind.” he muttered as he pushed some strands out your face “Do you even have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, almost as if accusing you but still with a playful smile on.
“Probably just as much as you don’t.” you shrugged, eyes still locked with his as he flashed you a big smile.
“I would probably lose my job to this but: careful there sweetheart, cause I already got you in a bed for me.” he winked as you couldn’t help yourself but giggle at his remark.
“Gimme your hand for a second.” he said as you extended your hand.
“Here” you whispered and he gave you a soft smile.
He held your wrist for only a minute to check your heartbeat. He smiled as if to tell you you were alright as he ran his fingers up your arm, creating goosebumps in the meantime. You knew very well he was aware of it because there was no need to check on your scratches and bruises practically every day and he still did it, fucking tease. It had become a routine but if you were entirely honest you did enjoy the feeling of his rough calloused hands holding your smaller ones, they way they fitted together almost surprised you at first. But again it made you feel at home, at peace and relaxed and you didn’t care about anything else. You let him pull out that small flashlight you sometimes enjoyed fidgeting with, even if he’d give you a warning look most of the time. He brought his finger in front of your eyes, and you followed it with your eyes just like every time. Soon followed his stethoscope and this time it was impossible not to shiver when he ran his hand up your spine. He took his sweet time placing the end of it on your back, according to him it was just about checking your injures but you always knew better. And you would never complain.
“You know, Dean I never asked you but judging by its looks it seems old. How come you haven’t changed it? Considering you have plenty of them laying around here.” you asked looking at the old stethoscope.
“Nah it’s my brother’s gift, when I first decided I wanted to be a doctor. Back when we were kids.” he said with a fond smile “It’s more for the memories and emotions and… all that stuff you girls know better.” he shrugged, trying to play it of as nothing.
You scoffed “Sure thing, doc.”
He grinned as he looked up at you “Besies, this one really helps me listen better to your heart. I’ve got to learn most of your secrets this way.” he said casually.
“Oh really? Like?” you asked back with a smile.
“You know, how it aches for a certain smile or how it is tired of you only listening to your mind and not letting him close or even more how it beats a little faster when a certainly doctor is around.” he said with a shrug.
“Oh really? And was she out of breath when she told you that?”
“Absolutely!” he exclaimed with a wide grin and you laughed, looking down at your hands.
“I can’t believe you sometimes. If flirting was a job you’d be the best at it, Winchester.” you shook your head.
“Thank you, I’ll take it as a compliment. But it really depends on the person, you just inspire me.” he winked “Although I know there are some good ones out there like-” he licked his lips and you almost got distracted a little too distracted “Blood is red, cyanosis is blue, I get tachycardia when I think of you.” he said with a grin and you actually smiled as well.
“Oh wow, I’m impressed doc. Did you also learn this in med school?”
“No, but I remember I was bad in one lesson in specific. Hey (Y/n), wanna go study some anatomy?” he said suggestively and you giggled.
“I mean when I finished med school I didn’t plan on specializing but to be honest- you seem pretty special to me.” he continued with a cheeky grin.
“Ok!” you felt your face heat up “I get it, you’re good at this!”
“I mean-” and oh of course he continued “I am thinking about being an ophthalmologist now, ‘cause I really can’t stop looking into your eyes.” he winked and you bit hard on your lower lip.
“Are we gonna play 'Doctor’ now, doctor?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“Maybe? I’m up for any suggestion from you, sweetheart.” he chuckled “But on another note- You seem a whole lot better today.” he said with a pleased smile, mostly a relaxed one and you could swear you heard a sigh of relief leave his lips.
“Yeah, my doc’s taking good care of me. And I’m being a good girl too, I take all of my meds.” you said with a chuckle and he grinned at you.
“Good, before you realize it you will be in no need of your doc.” he said a little bitterly and your own smile fell. Before he could pull away completely you took hold of his hand, maybe you were testing your limits here but the boundaries between you were always blurry.
“I’ll always need you, Dean.” you whispered “You didn’t just save my life in a physical way, you know that.”
“Sweetheart-” he brought his other hand up and brushed a few strands of hair out of your face “If anything, you are the one that saved me.” he smiled softly at you as he brought your hand up anc kissed your wrist, all playfulness gone. He was serious about this, about you… and about you and him.
You felt your heart swell inside your chest at his words but somehow you felt something hold you back, because maybe it was holding him back. You tilted your head as you looked him deeply in the eyes and he let out a heavy sigh, eyes casting down.
“It wasn’t just about Evans, was it?” you asked in a low voice.
“No, although I have to admit that when I found out he even dared to come in here I saw red.” he breathed out a low chuckle “I blame it on your pretty eyes and breath-taking smile.” he looked at you with a half smile and you shook yourhead.
“Nice, but sweet-talking me won’t get you out of this, Dean.” you squeezed his hand.
“Shame, cause I was only saying the truth. What?” he shrugged “Can’t I be jealous if someone else wants to get close to my favorite patient?”
“Dean” you said a little more sternly this time “As fllattered as I am about all of this- You’re doing it again, but whether you like it or not I am a persistent one. Tell me about everything… how many did you lose?”
“I know, and that’s why I am going to tell you. At some point, but not today and not now.” he said and before you could protest he continued “I’ll tell you everything, tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow you… have a day off.” you frowned, blinking.
“Exactly, and I plan on spending it with my most favorite girl on the world.” he smirked, winking at you “What did you think? There’s nothing else I would rather do, sweetheart. I already planned on taking you out for a few hours too.”
Well, this was something you never thought you’d hear.