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sylvanfreckles · 1 year

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Sorry I've been away, I've been consumed by my FE Awakening university AU where Athlete!Chrom and Chronically ill!Robin are roommates freshman year.

Chrom doesn't realize that Robin's asshole father is trying to sabotage him so he has to move back home, and just himbos his way into being a supportive roommate/best friend. Rearranges classes so he can help Robin get to his, keeps their fridge stocked in case Robin's too tired to go to the cafeteria, goes to special events and field trips with Robin so he has someone to lean on if he needs it (and drags Robin out to his games when he can, so he can be friends with the rest of the team). Takes Robin home with him every break, where Emmeryn and Lissa adopt him into the family almost as quickly as Chrom did.

(He likes when Robin wears his sweatshirts, because he's seen how threadbare his roommate's clothing is and Chrom has plenty to spare. Robin likes them because Chrom's house was the first place that really felt like home.)

(Chrom plays basketball, his jersey number is 13, he wants to be a social worker after his and his sisters' experience in the system. Robin's studying history with a hope to teach, and he'd have double majored in anthropology and archaeology if his health had allowed.)

#fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #chrom #robin #chrobin #m!chrobin #university au #athlete chrom #chronically ill robin #friends to lovers or platonic soulmates #could be either one #just fanfic things #rolling around in my brain #simmering in the old mental crockpot #next to my deancas horrorfest story

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sunnycanwrite · 7 months

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no I don't think some people get it.

Barbara Gordon should not ever be Batgirl ever again. She is an adult woman, who has grown fr past the role. Who lost her ability to walk. Who lost a good chunk of her mobility, and had adjust to disability. If you've ever lost a bodily function you've had your entire life it drains on you both mentally, and physically. Having to fight with yourself to adjust to a new reality to learn to adapt to the world your now living in. It is a fucking battle, and the world is not made for you in the end.

She had to get used to slighting lopsided sidewalks are, two floor buildings without elevators, trying to wheel over carpet, not being able to do things she's always done, etc. And in the end she ended up becoming more powerful than ever before as Oracle. So the goddamn fucking audacity to take her back to Batgirl.

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running-out-of-spoons · 3 months

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pain=no sleep

no sleep=pain

how do I win here, this is exhausting

#robin rambles #chronic fatigue #spoonie #cfsme #mecfs #chronic illness #chronic pain #disability #myalgic encephalomyelitis

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idyllicwillowtree · 8 months

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How Much Love

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader / gn!reader; angst with fluffy ending, hurt/comfort, established relationship

Summary: Steve has a migraine attack but he’s too stubborn to take care of himself.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: one curse word, non-descriptive vomiting, migraine symptoms, chronic pain, crying, one use of Y/N, dumb joke, p*rn reference?

Author’s note: I know the migraine thing has been overdone but idc :) I'm pretty sure this could be read as gender neutral but you can lmk if that's not the case

Enjoy!

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Steve knew he shouldn’t have gone to work. The second his eyes opened he knew it was going to be a rough day. The persistent throbbing on the left side of his face and the twist of nausea in his stomach would be enough to convince anyone else that they should take it easy.

Not for Steve though.

He’s done this dance before. The battle in his mind of not wanting to waste one of his precious sick days or if he should stay home and take care of himself so he can make it through the next day. He usually sucked it up and went with the former.

I’ve had worse before, he’d rationalize to himself. I can handle it.

His true motivation for leaving the comfort and warmth of his bed was the date he had planned for you two. Steve went all out with flowers, chocolates, dinner reservation at Enzo’s, and concluding the night snuggled up on his couch watching a rented movie.

But the customers kept coming. Steve could've sworn they were all there, not to rent a movie, but to exacerbate his migraine attack. Tired mothers bringing in their screaming babies, a group of smelly teenagers, and a boisterous man who was trying to convince Robin that The Godfather was the greatest movie ever made. That’s not even mentioning the flickering fluorescent lights that Keith refuses to change the bulbs in.

Robin began to take notice once Steve kept bumping into the shelves as he put away tapes around the store. She watched as he mustered up enough strength to pick up a stack of returned tapes and mindlessly put The Muppet Babies in the Horror section and something called I Dream of Weenie in the kids section.

By 4:30, he was absolutely fried.

“Go home, dingus,” Robin ordered.

All Steve could muster was a small grunt from his spot at the register. His forehead was pressed to the cool counter, toned arms wrapped around his head, trying to keep as much noise and light out as possible.

The bell on the door of Family Video was the final nail in the coffin. People have been coming in and out all day but this time the ring pierced through the side of his head like a burning knife, swiftly penetrating his brain and twisting it for good measure.

Steve’s back stiffened as he sat up too fast, stomach turning when he ran blindly through the store and into the bathroom before emptying out the contents of his stomach. He tried not to think about when the last time the toilet was cleaned as he kept his face in the ceramic bowl, spitting out the rest of the sour bile coating his throat.

Steve barely heard the door creak open through the throbbing in his head and the ringing in his ears, but he did notice the light in the bathroom turn off. “Go away, Robin,” he croaked out.

The disobedient footsteps continued towards him. He just wanted to be left alone, feeling too vulnerable in this state. He felt embarrassment twist in his chest at the thought of not being able to handle a simple headache.

A cold hand landed on the back of his neck and began to massage lightly. It felt comforting but Steve’s mind was rejecting it, “Robin, I said-”

He finally lifted his heavy head, half opened eyes widened slightly as he met your concerned gaze, only for him to start welling up. Steve’s lip trembled as it failed to keep a sob from escaping.

“Oh baby,” you whispered. “Not feeling good?”

Steve hung his head the best he could with his stiff neck and shook his head in response.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Try not to move your head too much.”

You squatted next to him on the nasty bathroom floor and gently brought him into your arms. You let him cry into your shirt, gently rubbing soothing circles on his back and neck. Steve knew that crying would only hurt his head more, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand the emotions he was feeling yet, but he knew he was relieved to see you show up. Like a superhero, there to heal and protect him from any harm.

“I’m here now, baby. Let’s get you home, okay?”

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Steve was so out of it he wasn’t sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew he was snuggled in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. He peeled his eyes open and recognized the dark ceiling of his bedroom.

You were puttering around the room, tidying up a little so Steve would have one less thing to worry about. He admired how natural it looked for you, knowing where everything goes and even avoiding the loud creaking spots on the floor. Steve had the sudden urge to reach out but you tucked him in so well he was having trouble slipping his arms out.

His grunt of protest over the blanket entrapment alerted you and you were by his side in an instant.

“What is it baby?” you whispered gently, “you need some water? Or a new ice pack?”

Only when you removed the cool washcloth from his forehead did he notice the satisfying chill. He must have been practically asleep when you brought him home because he really doesn’t remember anything.

“What time is it?” Steve croaked out.

He leaned into the kiss you pressed gently to his cheek before you answered, “almost midnight.”

“What?!” Steve immediately went to sit up, but in his weakened state you were easily able to push him back down. “We had reservations!”

“I know, Stevie. It was really sweet of you to make plans but nothing we can do about it now,” you tried to reason. “We need to get you feeling better.”

“But I-”

“Stop that,” you demanded, still with a quiet and gentle tone, but it was still enough to cut him off. “Let me take care of you, Stevie. I know you feel bad, but I want to take care of you.”

Steve wasn’t sure if you meant he was feeling bad because he was sick or because of the immense amount of guilt he feels whenever he sees himself as a burden to others. Probably a little of both.

“I just…I was looking forward to tonight,” Steve muttered tiredly. “And this stupid chronic thing just always gets in the way and I don't…I don’t like asking for help.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he was making much sense but your smile showed him you understood. Your expression was soft and comforting as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. “Steve, I love you. All of you. Every single part of you I just adore. It doesn’t matter if those parts are feeling bad or good, I’ll always be here,” you stroked his cheek gently with the back of your hand, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “I like caring for you Steve. It makes me feel good. So don’t worry about burdening me or anything like that, okay?”

Steve felt his lip tremble again but managed to gulp down his sobs this time. He whispered a quiet, “thank you” before fully relaxing. He lazily pursed his lips, silently asking for affection, which you happily fulfilled. You moved in close and kissed his lips as a way to let him know you will support him during this tough time.

Once you were leaned back you said, “now, on a scale from one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”

“Mm…Eleven.”

“No, it’s Y/N.”

Silence engulfed the negative space until a curious Steve peeled one eye open, only to see your shit-eating grin. He knew you’d be frozen like that until he laughed, but your expression was usually funnier than the joke.

He puffed out a laugh through his nose before shutting his eyes again. “That was horrible,” he said.

“Maybe, but at least I got you to smile,” you said smugly.

“Mm you sure did,” he praised you lightly. “Now c’mere. Cuddling is the best medicine.”

It’s called ‘chronic pain’ for a reason. Sure you can dull the pain with medications and treatments but it’ll always be there. Sometimes all you have to do is deal with it and ride it out, but it makes it so much easier when there’s someone there who loves and supports you.

Love may not be able to cure all kinds of pain but Steve thinks your love comes pretty close.

thank you for reading!

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Conversations that have definitely happened at Titans Tower

“No way, humans don’t move like that. Not unless there’s something really wrong with them.”

“Wow, I think that’s the meanest way anyone’s ever said ‘Dude, I think you have a connective tissue disorder,’ without using the word freak.”

“How long have you been standing there?!”

“The answer is ‘yes,’ by the way. All the best contortionists do.”

“What?! Yes what?!?”

“Yes, I can pull the skin on my neck up over my mouth.”

“DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

#teen titans #dick grayson #richard grayson #robin #robin dick grayson #robin!dick #robin!dick grayson #chronically ill batfam #nightwing #batfam #bat fam #batfamily #bat family #nightwing dick #nightwing dick grayson #nightwing!dick #nightwing!dick grayson #my writing #mine #//#No one will ever convince me Dick doesn't have a connective tissue disorder. It's his completely mundane superpower that secretly sucks.#Like Tim's eidetic memory. Or Bruce's OCD induced paranoia. It equips them great for very specific situations but rest of the time? Sucks #(#I think about Dick's connective tissue disorder a lot more though because #I don't know anyone who talks to me about their OCD or eidetic memory. I don't even know if anyone in my circle has those things.#But I do know someone with a CTD and we watched that show where the professional contortionist explained other mundane superpowers together.#Years ago #but still #Every time I see someone call Dick ''inhumanly flexible'' or something like that I'm like ''Y'know there's a diagnosis for that. Several.''#)

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disableddyk3 · 1 month

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my chronic illness blog- because i’m tired of it being the only thing i have to talk about when i see people in real life, but i need to vent somewhere.

veteran tumblr user but my ex deleted my old tumblr :(

hypermobile ehlers danlos - fibromyalgia - pots - undiagnosed chronic fatigue condition - adhd - autism - undiagnosed muscular dystrophy condition

#chronic illness #chronic pain #chronically ill #ehlers danlos syndrome #hypermobile ehlers danlos #fibromyalgia #chronic fatigue #robin posts #intro

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parsnips-and-meth · 4 months

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I want to write a new excerpt for The Enigma Pig Archive, but have been DESPERATELY uninspired, for some fathomless reason.

Following the events of Season 4, Steve and Robin find a new job working in a diner called The Enigma Pig, owned by the mysterious Desiree Heller.

(A collection of stories featuring Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy as they navigate adulthood, trauma, sex and their bodies, excruciating as it may sometimes be.)

This series was always intended to be a collection of stories with Steve/Eddie and Robin/Nancy as endgame (slow-burn), exploring transness and chronic pain (Eddie), masculinity and class dissonance (Steve), neurodivergence and anxiety (Robin), and compulsory heterosexuality and ED (Nancy).

At the moment, the only excerpt is a piece where, in a moment of desperation, Eddie calls Steve for help during an endometriosis flare-up that has left him near immobile. Steve is a last resort, and Eddie hopes beyond hope that he can keep the nature of his pain hidden - but it’s pointless. Steve is too much of a mother hen to let it go. But to Eddie’s surprise, Steve Harrington, the ex-king of Hawkins High, doesn’t bat an eye (or he does, but only for a second). Robin’s been working on his education. In the moment, he is everything Eddie needs him to be.

I wanted the next excerpt to be longer and centre all four of the characters, but… every idea I’ve had has fizzled out. I wanted to update The Enigma Pig Archive consistently. I might need your help.

What would you want to see most?

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a-queer-mess · 7 months

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it's that time of the month (the few days I'm unmedicated because I forgot to order my prescription)

#shush robin #adhd #actually adhd #chronic fatigue #spoonie #cfsme #mecfs #chronic illness #chronic pain #disability #depression #general anxiety disorder #cripple humour #ftm #trans

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teasetmonster · 1 year

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So, I hadn't realized this, but it looks like I haven't really said much about my progressive illness, ME/CFS, on tumblr post-2017. And I imagine that as I post here more again, I'll encounter people who are unfamiliar with me, so I'll try to give a synopsis:

I started having increasingly frequent headaches and then constant burning in my eyes in high school, which we might have payed more attention to if, in my senior year, we hadn't discovered a congenital malformation in my brain that would end up either killing me or permanently damaging my brain if not removed. Before going off to college, I had a craniotomy (surgical procedure where they cut open your skull; I have a big scar under my hair) to remove it that went well.

In college the headaches became one singular headache that just didn't ever end, and the pain started expanding down my body. We started paying attention at this point, but were still kind of distracted as my anxiety and depressive disorders were discovered and diagnosed and I started treatment for them that went well.

I took a medical leave of absence as the headache grew worse, I struggled in school for a mystery reason that I now know was ADHD, and I developed gallstones (I ended up having my gallbladder removed). Over the next couple years, the headache increased to a migraine with the extra symptoms migraines involve and the pain expanded to encompass my entire body. In 2016, I then started experiencing Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, which I was lucky enough to be diagnosed with 6 months into my fatigue symptoms. As my fatigue increased, my cognitive function was impaired and it became increasingly rare that I was able to think clearly enough to draw, hence why I posted very little art for a few years.

If you've kept up on the Long Covid epidemic, you've probably heard about ME/CFS, and so you may already know that ME/CFS has no existing treatment or cure. All you can do is desperately try to treat your symptoms, struggling through the barrier of doctors completely unfamiliar with the illness, who are also often unwilling to educate themselves and persistent that you must actually have something they're already familiar with instead.

I've had very little success treating the pain despite trying everything the various neurologists I've seen over the years have thought to try. (if it's something with real medical evidence behind it, I can guarantee I've tried it and I've also been tested for like...every immune disorder.) I currently get 9 take-as-needed doses of a medication that lasts about 2 hours and ever so slightly decreases my pain most of the time (sometimes it doesn't work at all). And that's all I have to go on for 25 days. Again, my pain is unending. I never don't have a migraine. I'm just using my migraine meds to take the edge off when it gets particularly bad. I do have meds I take for symptoms like nausea and digestive issues that don't get rid of them, but do lessen them.

But the biggest thing was I started Low Dose Abilify for the cognitive fatigue in 2021. It actually worked and helped a little bit with physical fatigue as well. The difference was quickly outwardly apparent even at a very low dosage, not to mention inwardly apparent to myself. I've slowly titrated up, in between trying other medications for my symptoms, over the past couple years, and in January 2023 realized that my cognitive function had improved enough that I could regularly draw again and physically could sit up long enough to do so, even though I'm still forced to do so from my bed, which is why I now draw on an ipad. As far as I can tell, this is due to the combination of Abilify and the iron infusions I now get. I'm currently navigating what I am now capable of, and that means experimenting with making art regularly again. -Teaset

#rambling robins #me/cfs #disability #chronic illness #progressive illness #health

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elevator-to-mars · 28 days

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>be me

>have EDS

>have imposter syndrome

>start to think i’m faking

>shoulder dislocates

>my EDS literally proved itself to me what the fuck

#robin rambles #ehlers danlos syndrome #eds #hypermobile eds #ehlers danlos zebra #ehlers danlos problems #ehlers danlos awareness #zebra #rare disability #rare disease #rare disorder #chronic disability #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic pain

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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mmmmmmm what if I write about st characters helping out/taking care of their chronically ill s/o? like chronic migraines??

the migraines have been on a binge recently and having my partner’s support has been super helpful,,, wondering if some fic would give serotonin to others ???

also half inspired by a fic @dontbelasagnax wrote in like 2018 about spencer reid <3

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #strangers things #eddie munson #robin buckley #Nancy wheeler #stranger things headcanons #migraine #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic migraine

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yxlenas · 2 years

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Please send asks about the fruity four and chronic illness and mental illness??

#the fruity four #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #chronic illness #chronic pain

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sunnycanwrite · 11 months

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Here's the thing that has to be true about Tim Drake, like in my mind. He is chronically ill, and I'm talking before losing his spleen. I see him having fibromyalgia which can be caused by trauma. Acting like he isn't always in pain, as if the fatigue isn't wearing him down. Even when he's sleeping in weird places like on a rollercoaster. There this way he pretend it's no big deal,doesn't leg it stop him

#I have fibromyalgia #disabled #actually chronically ill #chronic illness #batman #batfam #batfamily #dc comics #batman and robin #tim drake

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running-out-of-spoons · 1 year

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*this post is just for those who identify as disabled in any way, I will be making a separate poll for able bodied people*

please reblog

#disability #disabled #physically disabled #spoonie #chronic illness #ambulatory wheelchair user #chronic pain #shush robin #cripple punk #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #disabilties

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space-fishie · 1 year

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having a HORRIBLE chronic illness body-no-worky crippling stomach pain and heartburn kind of night to the point where i can't get out of bed and i'm just. god i'm struck by how lucky i am to have my partner. they brought home my fav kind of juice to make sure i wouldn't be dehydrated and washed my sheets so they would be soft and have just been rubbing my back all night... i cannot believe i found not only someone who doesn't mind that i don't really work, but actively goes out of their way to learn what might be wrong w me and make sure i'm taken care of. just, goddamn. so happy and grateful

#robin tag #tw chronic illness #happy happy happy happy happy #rambling

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frombands · 2 years

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heyo ! , apologies for being a tad inactive lately! my ehlers danlos has been kickin’ my booty , and so what energy i do have has mostly needed to go into good ole living necessities like cleaning and cooking and such. i adore robin & writing her ( with you guys!! ) so trust me you won’t be rid of me that easily!!! just might be somewhat sluggish. but starters & memes & replies aren’t forgotten about and will hopefully be posted rather shortly! i appreciate you guys. drink some water and remember you’re insanely talented and amazing <3

#✧⋆ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭! ⁽ ᵒᵒᶜ. ⁾#will probably reblog some memes and gifs and things to help me get back into the groove!#but whoa nelly #it’s been a sTRUGGLE #and formatting & iconing just #don’t get me wrong i love the aesthetics but it’s a PAIN #esp when you have chronic illnesses #working towards managing it with exercises and things ( since there’s unfortunately no medications or cure rip )#so hopefully i’ll be doin better soon!#i LOVE writing robin with you lovelies so trust me im not goin anywhere!#chronic illness mention //#chronic illness //

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