#head nurse!!! idk!!!! also very open with my personality likes and interests and everyone likes that a lot! idk!!!!!!

[1-800-got-junk]

Jackass boys as the front bottoms songs (and scenarios)

included: Johnny, Ryan, Bam, Pontius, & Steve-o

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johnny: peace sign

“You remind me of a song

Got it on an old cassette

Sounded like an angel singing

About a pain in her chest”

idk why but the opening lines of this song remind me of him SO HARD. i feel like it’s something he would think about you if maybe you were a part of the cast and you’re kinda a dirt-ball like the rest of them LMAOO,, it’s kinda a running joke that you’re gonna be single forever because of how insane you act. you’re the EPITOME of a jackass, somehow worse than all of them combined. but he’s totally whipped for you and just feels like you’re the most beautiful and interesting person in the world (he’s def to scared to admit it though because let’s be honest, you’re very intimidating) 🫶 he’s like staring at you with heart eyes while you’re laughing your ass off, nursing a bloody nose because you totally ate shit on a stunt that was in no way possible to stick. but you still fucked it up in a way that no one even thought was feasible because of how stupid it was. he thinks that your gravely laugh (it’s more of a cough at this point), courtesy of last nights craze that you don’t even remember, is like god let him listen in to the sounds at the gates of heaven.

ryan: everyone but you

“I hate everyone but you

Everyone but you

I fell in love

‘cause no one saw me the way you did”

do i even need to explain this.? we ALLLL know ryan is the mf king of pretending to be all annoyed and brooding. in reality this man is a teddy bear. even though he’s a total faker, it’s basically like he hates everyone compared to how much he LOVES you. he’s like deeply, madly, truly head over heals for you. one day you visit him while filming and he does absolutely no stunts because he can’t be pried away from you. the next day he gets stuck with bottom of the barrel, bonus cut stunts but he doesn’t even care because he got to spend time with you. i also feel like he’s the type to confide his partner like no one else, y’know? like if you’re in a relationship with him trust is the #1 thing and it takes him a sec to get 100% totally comfortable with you, but once he finally does it’s like you can see into each other’s souls and you have a really unique connection. 🥲

bam: lonely eyes

“You’ve got me stuck to where I’m sitting

Looking at your eyes

Then I know I’m so pathetic

I wouldn’t move to save my life”

~

“And if you need a little sunshine

You can borrow some of mine”

(i feel like this one might be a bit of a stretch, but it’s also the first one that came to me and i can’t shake it LMAO)

i imagine the scenario being that you’re a part of the cast, maybe a sound girl or something more “corporate” like a risk analysis for insurance and you just feel really out of place with all the guys. you’re kinda anxious and keep to yourself. you just try to do your job and everyone leaves you be, not in a rude way but in a “she seems totally freaked out being here and we should probably not mess with her so she doesn’t quit on us” bam can’t stand that though. he goes totally against what everyone tells him and starts talking to you all the time, you’re mysterious to him and he wants to know more. after a while he comes to realize that you’re 10x cooler than him and now he is stuck to you like glue. he’s always trying make you laugh by doing stupid shit and messing with all of the guys just to entertain you, hoping his bullshit will make him as interesting to you as you are to him. everyone is super confused because he’s so sweet to you instead of being his usual d-bag self, and you haven’t ran out yet. he’s just super patient and caring towards you and you’re the only one who can leave him speechless just by being around <33333

pontius: vacation town

(let’s pretend that this is a happy song, sung in the present tense instead of it being a song looking back on a relationship, ‘kay?)

“I miss the hours in the morning

And you in the morning hours

I miss walking, naked

Through the backyard to get to the outdoor shower”

i feel like this is another one that doesn’t really need an explanation. these lines just SCREAM pontius to me. you guys have been dating forever and are just attached at the hip. two totally codependent dumbasses fueling each other’s stupidity for all time. you come with him to all the different locations for wildboyz mostly just hanging back at where ever you’re staying, occasionally coming with when they film if you find it particularly interesting, but staying off camera and to the side. after a long day of being away, you and chris just totally knock out when you get back to where you’re staying. for some reason chris wakes up super early before you as the sun is rising and is just breathless looking at you. you’re curled around his arm, hair all over your pillow and face, drool smeared all over your cheek. to any one else you’d look a hot mess but something about the way the sun is hitting your face making your skin almost glow has pontius totally entranced like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again… bye i love him

steve-o: jim bogart

“I would stop doing all those things the doctor tells me not to do

But I don't think he understands, I do all of these things for you”

LITERALLY THE WHOLE REASON I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS POST. this song reminds me SO FUCKING HARD of all the jackass boys. like literally you could listen to this song with any of them in mind and it would work, but i feel like this line is specifically STEVE-O, STEVE-O, STEVE-O. you can’t argue me on this. it’s actually him to a fucking t. like he literally started doing stunts because he wanted his ex girlfriend to worry about him LMAOOO. everything he does is for you. he lives and breathes FOR YOU. every stunt he performs he thinks, “would they like this?” “would they thing this is funny?” “dude i bet they’re gonna think this stunt is so sick”. he does the absolute gnarliest shit just because he knows it will entertain you. it’s not like you want him to be in danger for your entertainment, absolutely not. but if he’s gonna do dumb shit you’d rather be present for it and get a laugh than be worried sick after getting a call from johnny explaining that he’s in the hospital again. you’d be more than content to tie him up in bubble wrap and never let him risk even a stubbed toe ever again, but you know if he’s not preforming a stunt for you he’s doing it for the rest of the crew. or a fan. or some random dude he found on the street. so you might as well come along for the ride and endure all the dirty looks from the nurses and doctors after steve-o explains that he cracked a rib because he knew the stunt leading up to it would make you smile :)

a/n: okay idk why but i’m actually really proud of this LMAOOO,,, also idk if there’s even an audience for this but inspiration hit and im not about to let it go to waste HAHHAHAH

ALSO, also if all the different colored text is annoying im sorry LMAO let me know if it’s distracting so i can change it in the future, i just like it but it’s not really important to me if it’s annoying

#jackass #johnny knoxville x reader #ryan dunn x reader #bam margera x reader #chris pontius x reader #steveo x reader #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #chris pontius #steve o #mtv #2000s #jackass fanfic #tfb #the front bottoms #spotify

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

[scarilydark]

ATLA Modern Au HCs

Aang

appa in this world is a giant shaggy dog, probably a mastiff

aang seems like the type to ride a skateboard, and also wear beanies, that type, he likes taking appa on walks (or well, runs) while riding, and still somehow never manages to fall

Aang is also the type to play a bunch of sports, not exactly competitive, but he just loves having fun, absolutely seems like the type to just be chilling one moment, and then get the ZoomiesTM the next, you know?

Katara

surfer chick, and very good (and competitive)

she seems like the type to be really interested in zodiac signs, you know? like i have absolutely no idea what any of it means, but i feel like she'd definetly know all her friends signs and whatever,

she's interested in nursing, but also takes karate lessons, and not just any regular defense classes, like, the brutal shit.

sokka

was absolutely a fuckboy, then suki broke his jaw, and it was basically night and day (basically just like the show)

it is absolutely not safe to roast him or his friends, he will fucking destroy you, and like, in seconds too (thank god he has strong friends, his tongue has written him some goddamn checks let me tell you)

he is way smarter than he appears, like, you'd be talking to him in lunch, or see him around, and have those expectations of what he's like in class, but no, he's much smarter than he let's on, and usually does really good in class (do NOT ask him to tutor you, though, he seems like he'd be bad at that, Katara is the safer bet)

toph

still blind, still like, a teenager, still an actual professional wrestler. like, seriously, i'm not joking here, she does moonsaults and german suplexs 30 year old men who weight 200 pounds, and you can't stop her.

goes to a public school even though like, her family has a wikipedia page dedicated to them, like she's Rich rich. but low-key about it cause she doesn't give a damn about any of that type of money, she had her documents forged in advanced so the staff and students didn't know who she was (she refuses to wear shoes, the school tried to make her, she wrote them a 500k check and told them to fuck off, the obliged)

for a blind girl, she likes really, really loud music, head thumping heavy metal music, she still somehow hears people when they call for her while she has her earbuds in, nobody knows how, she's like, a goddamn cryptid.

zuko

another Rich rich kid, also pretty chill about it, he also goes to a public school, not out of him rebelling, though, but cause his dad didn't bother to sign him up into any private school, it was azula who rebelled against daddy dearest and went to school with him (i like the idea of zuko and azula actually being like, close, ok?)

fiercely protective of his friends and sister, he has gotten into the Most fights in the school (and several known creeps, along with the weird science teacher, got attacked by a person in a blue demon mask, all ending up in the hospital, said teacher got fired for being...too close with some female students)

he's also skilled in like, tons of shit, he's taken kickboxing, played soccer, knows how to play a guitar, and still for some reasons tells everyone he meets that azula is the smart one.

Azula

she is, EVERYWHERE, smartest girl in the school, the best grades, in basically any and every club, head cheerleader, all of it.

to be clear, in this Au, azula isn't like, That different, she's still snarky, has a silver tongue that cuts like a knife if she wants, can probably kill you (and would) in most ways, and the smartest person in basically any given room, but she's also like, human, and something was different enough in their childhood which made azula realize that "maybe dad is wrong, and i should stick by zuko" and it's done wonders for her, despite their fathers displeasure (she is planning on killing him once she's 16 though, like, honest to god, has a google doc for it and everything, so i mean, the more things change)

she secretly is obsessed with pokemon, the only other person who knows is zuko.

every single one of them is Bi, or at least, very Very comfortable with their sexuality. like, sokka and azula seem very much like the types to lounge about, and cuddle with literally anyone. they also basically flirt with anyone, sokka and zuko have kissed several times, and like, they aren't romantically interested in each-other, it's very much "this is my husband sokka, this is his husband zuko" type situation. aang is the type of person who was like out of the closet at birth like, he never even considered liking boys and girls at the same time wasn't an option. azula and katara also founded their schools LGBTQ+ club, and anyone who tried to stop it's formation, or get it banned, got lit on fire.

there's other characters i wanna do, but can't think of anything for them yet,

ship wise, i'm feeling pretty feral, sokka is probably gonna be with suki (and get pegged) i'm feeling like katara would get a girlfriend in this particular au, who she'd be with idk yet. i'd also pair up toph and aang, but, zuko and azula, is what's troubling me, cause, i could pair azula with katara, i do like that ship, and i could do something interesting, like maybe pair zuko with someone strange like jet, or ty lee, since mai honestly kinda bores me, but i'm feeling...kinda zucest, here? like, i know, I Know. but, azula is the type who doesn't exactly understand right or wrong, and doesn't really get what society may feel as taboo, that's why her sexuality is so clear to her, and she's not afraid to be open about it, so like, she loves her brother, you know? this does not seem like something that'd be unusual for the character. my problem here is, what does this mean for zuko, especially when he learns of these feelings? well, from a very early age, they've relied on each other, dad basically disowned zuko, and mom was convinced azula was the devil, so when they needed comfort, they went to each other, once they realized they're being played against each other, and that's been the story since basically childhood onto high school, she's the one who tutors him if he falls behind on any subject, he's the one who helps her make more friends, even if he himself can be anti-social, they're both equally protective, if i was gonna go the Safe route, i'd say he should turn her down, and they'd have a stronger relationship cause of it, But... the devil on my shoulder is telling me he wouldn't be as against it as he should be, that it's more in character than i'd like to admit. and, while, obviously, the elephant in the room is still prevalent, i can't just, ignore what seems like the natural progression of these two characters given the situation i've put them in,

(please god don't kill me for this, i don't normally ship taboo ships like this, i literally just can't think of a way where i can pair them with anyone in this particular Au)

#avatar the last airbender #aang #katara #sokka #avatar zuko #azula avatar #toph beifong #zucest #taang #sukka

[aarcanechaoss]

4. Mistake

I just want to say again I don’t hate Higuchi at all but she could lay off Aku a bit (in the anime at least idk about the manga haven’t been able to read it yet)

Being a team means working cohesively and not getting distracted. Ryoko gets angry, really angry.

Dazai was still hanging limply over Ryoko’s shoulder as they walked towards the gym for the second time today.

“This is a nice view from here Fukami.” Dazai said before a hand smacked across the back of his head making his nose slam into her back. “What was that for!”

“If you walked on your own she wouldn’t be carrying you now stop flirting with her.” The Russian student said. Dazai crossed his arms.

“Make me.”

“Man I wish you didn’t have No Longer Human so so could fry your ass.” Ryoko grumbled as they stepped inside the gym. Everyone was there now.

“Thank you for making Dazai come Ryoko, Fyodor.” Hirotsu said with a nod. “Now let’s get to work.”

“What do we do if we ruin this gym though?” Junichiro questioned.

“Ah you see this place was specially built for our kind many years ago. The government kept it maintained for our… school.” Ranpo answered. “When I was a student Yosano, you know the nurse, and I were blasted into a wall by Kajii. No damage done you see.”

Junichiro very obviously let out a Yelp at the mention of the school nurse. She was a scary one, especially with her ability.

“Training today is a teamwork one. As you can see Ranpo and I have already set up targets. Due to location as of now Fyodor I apologise but I have not been permitted to remove on turn off your suppressor. Chuuya and Ryoko yours will be turned off but not removed incase of damage- we don’t want anyone to get suspicious just yet do we.” Hirotsu grinned. “You’ll be in groups of two- the groups are;”

Team A: Ryoko, Chuuya, Atsushi, Higuchi and Oda

Ryoko let out a hot breath, smoke softly falling from her lips. A sigh. Higuchi and her did not get along… this should be interesting.

Splitting into their teams they began strategising.

“We need to maintain focus above all else I have a feeling Hirotsu isn’t telling us something.” Oda began. “If that is the case we need to keep our eyes open. Myself and Higuchi, have weapons so we will be able to at least do long range attacks.

“Atsushi and I can take the close and personal attacks.” Ryoko added.

“Good idea… Higuchi please stop looking at Akutagawa.”

“I wasn’t… okay I’m sorry Oda.”

“Dude he doesn’t like you-“

“What would you know hag.” Higuchi snapped at Ryoko.

“If you don’t know then it’s not my fucking fault.”

“You two stop it.”

“Sorry Oda.” The girls said.

“Anyway…” Oda continued. “Chuuya you can mix between me and Higuchi with Atsushi and Ryoko. Close combat and if you can throwing rocks or something.

“Sounds good to me boss.” The red head grinned. “Dazai is probably going to try and knock out mine and Ryoko’s abilities first. Koko here does have some great strength without her ability so he’ll at least have some trouble with it. With Fyodor’s inactive good chance he’ll aim to sneak behind us to you two.” He said nodded to Higuchi and Oda.

“True. Junichiro will probably try to distract us with Snow.” Higuchi added. “It might work if he does it well enough.”

“Ryoko and I should stay close together. Rashoumon doesn’t like Ryoko’s fire so that might be better for us so Akutagawa doesn’t try to throw me out of the building.” Atsushi said softly.

“Yeah. Gin will probably be doing the same as Fyodor if I know her well.” Ryoko added. “Wait what about your collarbone?”

“I’ll keep off that arm…. So. Let’s give them hell.” Oda laughed before turning to Hirotsu.

Team B: Dazai, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Junichiro and Gin

“We can probably count on Ryoko and Higuchi arguing as a distraction for team A.” Fyodor said first. “They push each other’s buttons good chance they’ll piss each other off.”

“We can probably also count on Atsushi and Ryoko being close combat, that is their specialty with their brute strength.” Akutagawa added.

“Was that a compliment for Atsushi?” Gin giggled. Her brother huffed and ignored her only making the younger giggle more.

“I could use Snow as a distraction, I’ve been working on it but I don’t know if it’s strong enough to block out Ryoko and Atsushi’s sense of smell.” Junichiro offered.

“Ryoko has just had her represser turned off so it’s possible it’s not kicked in yet.” Dazai assessed. “But she has always been quick to settling back into her ability after they get turned off. Same with Chuuya so we will need to watch for that.”

“But do remember as dense as her skin is it takes the longest to fully remove the represser so any injuries with our abilities or weapons will cause damage.” Fyodor said quickly.

“Aw he doesn’t want his girlfriend to get hurt.” Dazai joked.

“She is my friend and she is a girl unlike you Dazai at least women like me.” Fyodor grinned. Dazai’s jaw dropped at the Russian ability users sass.

“I have my knife I can try to get close to Oda and Higuchi who will most likely be long range with their guns. Ryu should try to maintain distance from Ryoko because of her fire. Rashoumon never likes her fire and she knows that. Dazai if you could get close to her that could work but she does have very brute strength without her ability so that puts us at an impasse. Chuuya will probably be jumping between Ryoko, Atsushi’s close combat and the other two’s long distance.”

“Good observation Gin.” Fyodor complimented. “This shall be very fun. I will attempt to get to Higuchi and Oda too to keep their long distance to a minimum.”

“Good plan.” Junichiro smiled looking back towards Team A.

“All ready?” Hirotsu asked. Ranpo began shovelling food into his mouth. The teams nodded. “When you catch an opponent use the tape. Now. Go!”

As expected the teams knew each other well. With the possessed trio in Team A keeping close, a swirl of fire around them Rashoumon wouldn’t come near. Didn’t stop Dazai (and Team B) from making his way in, but as soon as he did he had a powerful kick to the chest to knock him out, fire reappearing just as quick.

“Damnit she’s so fast.” He muttered trying to reformat his plan of keeping her fire low. A stream of rocks on fire came his and Junichiro’s way- so no Snow was not a good distraction for two people with an insane ability to smell.

However Team A’s plan’s started to crack as a bullet grazed the pinkettes cheek as she went to land a punch on the Akutagawa brother. Taking her pause as a shot he slammed Rashoumon into her stomach sending Ryoko flying into Fyodor knocking them both down.

“What the fuck Higuchi!?” Ryoko yelled.

“Shut up Fukami it’ll heal.” The blonde said back.

She was right, the skin on her cheek was already pulling itself back together but it didn’t sting any less. Fyodor took this opportunity to roll the dragon possessed girl onto her back, straddling her waist and holding her arms down. With her bruised stomach right now she was a bit weak.

“Got you.” The Russian laughed before realising Ryoko had swung her legs up to his shoulders forcing him to the ground hard. Rolling away she grabbed the tape he was about to place around her arm and attached it to his ankle before running back towards Chuuya.

Chuuya had been dodging and weaving around away from Dazai. The two ability users knew each others moves to well and usually ended in them both catching each other and calling it an impasse and it seemed to be coming that way again before Oda slid into view catching Dazai’s leg making him fall to the floor.

“That’s two points to Team A.” Ranpo called out.

Gin laughed as she and Atsushi danced around in the far corner, Hirotsu definitely knew neither were attempting to attack the other but clearly hoped they’d at least attempt to be professional. They were.. kind of?

“What are you doing kitten?” Atsushi asked.

“Oh you know attempting to get the kitty to follow me so I can collar it.” She responded.

Both continued to swing around jumping back and forth before startling at Ryoko’s yell at Higuchi. Gin used that moment to wrap the tape around the weretiger’s wrist.

“Pay more attention tiger boy.” She said before running off. Atsushi sat in place- that is where he died after all.

“One point to Team B.” Ranpo called out.

“Atsushi is out!” Oda called.

“I wanted to get the weretiger.” Akutagawa Ryunosuke pouted. His sister grinned evilly.

“I got him first.”

With that Ryoko had made it back to the siblings smoke falling from her mouth- unintentionally- her leg up and ready to land a kick on the Rashoumon user when another bullet grazed her cheek and another through her thigh. Her leg continued through getting the boys shoulder if only to have Gin tie the tap around her now bleeding leg.

At the same time Junichiro had apparently caught Higuchi.

“Three points for Team B. Only Chuuya and Oda left in Team A and both Akutagawa’s and Junichiro in Team B.” Hirotsu called this time.

Oda ran, tape on hand spinning around as he saw Junichiro come for him. Turning he quickly had the Snow user tied by the tape before running to Chuuya.

“Who do you want to take I just got Tanizaki.”

“I’ll take Ryunosuke you take Gin. Easier in regards to abilities.” Chuuya answered.

Rushing to opposite sides they rushed at the siblings, Chuuya using his ability threw the tape at Ryunosuke catching Rashoumon before another came rushing towards him tape catching around his left leg.

“Team A wins, Gin Akutagawa is the last standing in Team B.” Ranpo calls.

Both teams came forward and collapsed to the floor Ryoko grumbling as she watched her thigh sew itself shut. Fyodor and Chuuya gave the fire breather a pat on the head.

“Good job guys. I’m impressed with you, being able to quickly manoeuvre and change your own fighting styles.” Hirotsu smiled.

“Ryoko good job on continuing through with the kick to Akutagawa. Fyodor good job on pinning her. Dazai you need a little more tact when rushing towards Ryoko and Chuuya. Chuuya good use of the tape and your ability. Gin used the opening Atsushi gave. Atsushi I’m impressed with the speed you’ve gained over the last few weeks. Oda good job, especially with your collar bone still being injured with sliding in to get Dazai and Junichiro, you did well too your ability was so seamless I almost didn’t know you’d used it. Ryunosuke you used the opening Higuchi provided for you when she hit Ryoko and used Rashoumon to push her away. Higuchi good aim. It aim at the opposition next time.”

“I- I was aiming for Akutagawa.”

“You aimed for me and you know it.” Ryoko scoffed.

“Ryoko.” Fyodor said lowly, a warning. Chuuya squeezed her hand.

“Why would I?” Higuchi protested. “You were in the way.”

“Higuchi you shot me three times! THREE!”

“Calm down Fukami.” Hirotsu said.

“You healed.” The blonde shrugged.

“Alright go to bed everyone.” Ranpo interjected as he turned on Chuuya, Fyodor and Ryoko’s repressers.

“Yeah night night.” The students said as the got up and left.

“You guys get a sleep in… today it’s one am so get some rest alright see you in a few hours.” Hirotsu said waving at the students.

The third years slumped into their room- the second and first years at YHPS had done the same, however Ryoko had decided she didn’t want to be near Higuchi.

Yes neither like each other but it’s fair to not want to be around the person who shot you three times…

The pinkette dropped beside Fyodor, all dressed in pyjama’s, and crashed, hand clasped by Chuuya to her side as she fell asleep on Fyodor’s arm, face down into the toned limb. The dark haired Russian sighed before patting her on the head again and falling asleep.

Chuuya gave her hand a squeeze as Oda and Dazai quietly snickered- this was a pretty normal occurrence but it was going to be a mess if any one else saw this.

With a yawn all Yokohama students finally fell asleep.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs x haikyuu #bungou stray dogs oc #Bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #haikyuu #Ryoko Fukami

[littleredlie]

Intervention (S1P4)

Series Masterlist | Master Masterlist

Chicago Med x doctor!OC Morgan Fitzgerald is a doctor at Chicago Medical and she returns back after a two week break. However, we learn that she didn’t spend her entire break off and instead focused on her sister’s murder.  Based off S1E11 of Chicago Med

2.3k+ Words (Short chapter)

Featuring: Morgan Fitzgerald, Hayden Everett (mentioned), Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Connor Rhodes, Kevin Atwater, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead (mentioned), Sarah Reese Warning:  mentions of rape and murder, idk what else ??? A/N: Yikes, I started writing this chapter and ended up writing the next chapter so I had to write the end of this one and the beginning of part 5. This part was hard to write because the episode didn’t have much action to put Morgan in and so I made it a kind of Morgan-centric episode. It’s very shot, I had no idea what I was doing. Part 5 is better and I’ve already started part six. Sorry in advance. And we will never talk about this chapter again.

Part Three

“Hey Morgan, welcome back.”

“Hey Mags, how’re you?” Morgan tosses her stethoscope around her neck and picks up a few papers sitting on the desk.

“Nope, nada. I wanna hear how your vacation went. You’re gone for two weeks and not a single person hears from you. You do not deserve to hear about any work drama until you spill.”

“I think you are being overdramatic. And not that you need to know, but Connor heard from me,” Morgan shrugs, not daring to look at the nurse. Maggie had an eyebrow raised and was giving her a look; it was similar to the one she did during Jay and the doctor’s interaction.

“You two really have history don’t you?”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for almost 15 years. He knew my sister first, but he and I were just closer.” At the mention of her sister, Maggie sends her friend a soft but the latter still isn’t looking. “And we made this ridiculous promise while we were drunk about how we were always gonna be there for each other, and yet, neither of us have broken that promise.” Morgan is quiet for a second as she thinks about the time she and Connor had as friends, but then she moves on. Like she always does when it comes to her personal life. She never lingers on it long enough for people to try and figure her out. “My vacation though was very quiet. Hayden and I drove up to a resort  up north and rented a cabin. We skied, went to spas, ate luxurious food. She had to leave for an assignment early so I just relaxed and did a little research too.”

“So you went all the way to a resort just to work, eventually.”

“The work’s never done Maggie,” with that Morgan leaves with a smile, heading to   the first patient of her day. Maggie just watches her receding back.

Before Morgan can make it into her assigned examination room, someone walks up to her, placing a gentle hand on her lower back.

“Hey Fitz,” Connor says, a small smile on his face.

“Fitz? No one’s called me that since med school,” she chuckles fully stopping to look at him. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to welcome you back. You look good.”

“Yeah, I guess time off was vital. But I have to know,” she pauses, the anticipation building and Connor waiting. “Does everyone know about Olivia? I’d suspect everyone would come to you for some clarification.”

Connor pauses, contemplating whether or not to spew out a white lie. It was true a few people came and prodded for the truth. And he briefly heard whispered conversations among colleagues before they would stop when he got near, but he knew what the topic was. Connor also knew how private Morgan was. She always had been, and after Olivia’s death she just became more closed off. But she also didn’t like being lied to. “Yeah, people know. I’ve tried to handle it, but it has its own life.”

“I guess it’s okay. I just…. I don’t know.” She shrugs and Connor rests his hands on her upper arms.

“Will you be okay?” His voice is sincere and Morgan wants to hug him, but maybe not right now.

“I will be,” at that Connor is about to pull away but Morgan stops him. “Hey, I wanted to apologize for being a bitch before I left. You know how my family gets me.”

“I understand. I do. And I’ll always give you the space you need.”

“Yeah, I know. But I probably shouldn’t push away my best friend. I need you, especially now.”

Connor pulls Morgan into a quick hug and is going to say something but a commotion arises from the ambulance bay.

“Dr. Rhodes, can you get this, please?” The two doctors pull apart and turn to the pleading charge nurse. “We’re slammed.” 

“I’m on it!” He answers back and throws a ‘talk later’ look to Morgan over his shoulder.

She nods back to him and finally turns her direction to her primary goal. With notes open about the patient on the tablet and a smile on her face, Dr. Fitzgerald returns to work.

          ❦

Three hours later, Morgan is on a roll. Treating patients as quickly and efficiently as she could. She had seen her usual coworkers, except Will. She may or may not have been avoiding him. And it was about to get easier, because after her lunch break she was heading up the OBGYN. She loved emergency medicine, but always felt that there weren’t enough available people in the emergency room that specialized in the field. Just like Connor was pursuing cardiothoracic surgery and Natalie was focused on emergency pediatrics, Morgan focused on obstetric and gynecology emergencies. It interested her just as much as emergency medicine did and after losing a pregnant patient when she first got her match, the choice came easy to her.

“Dr. Fitzgerald.” Maggie calls, pulling the doctor in her direction.

“Yes ma’am. What can I do for you?” Morgan leans her body on the desk as the ensuing chaos of the emergency room flutters around them.

“I just need a signature here for your last patient’s discharge papers.” 

“No problem.” Morgan pulls out a pen from her pocket and signs the paperwork. During this, Will siddles up to her. Maggie notices first and wants to usher him away, since she (along with everyone) noticed that Morgan was ignoring him, but the redhead ignored the nurse’s glares and he turned to Morgan, who still hadn't noticed that he was there.

“Morgan.”

Morgan’s plump lips fold into a thin line as a breath catches in her throat, she was avoiding this. Slowly placing the pen back into her jacket, she finally lays her eyes on him. “Dr. Halstead.”

“It’s good to see you back.” He starts, trying to catch her eyes which were fluttering around the hospital floor, evading. “I was hoping we co–” a ringtone interrupts his words and Morgan notices it’s coming from her. She breathes out a sigh of relief when she pulls it out. It may have been petty, but she wanted to stay angry at him a little longer. 

“Sorry, I have to take this.” Without a response, she answers the phone without looking at who it is, and walks away. “Hey, are you here?” She asked.

“Yeah, we’re in the parking garage, top floor.” His answer beckons her to start walking to the hospital employee parking lot.

“We?” Morgan questioned. 

“Yeah, Adam’s here.”

“Kevin!” She screeches, annoyance bubbling inside her. There was a reason she didn’t ask for Adam’s help.

“He’s my partner Morg, I couldn’t blow him off.” Kevin answers back and she pushes out an agitated sigh.

“Ugh, whatever. I’ll be up there in a few.” Morgan hands up and stuffs her cellphone back into her lab coat pocket.

The weather isn’t bad when Morgan hikes herself up to the top of the parking garage.  She can see the two policemen leisurely enjoying a cup of coffee.  She’d met Kevin years ago through his younger brother Jordan. The younger kid ended up in the hospital and Morgan was the one to treat him. They got to talking, found out they had some things in common, and it was one of the closest connections she made when she first moved out here and after Olivia’s death. Dating wasn’t an option between them, the way the two cared for each other was something close to two siblings and again, the fact that she dated Jay wasn’t helping. She didn’t want to dip her toe into the police dating pool again.

Morgan knew Adam through Kevin and Jay. And she made the mistake of introducing Adam to her roommate. Those two were quite the pair. Hayden used him as an inside source when it came to her articles and he used her to do things that he as a police officer legally couldn’t do (Morgan wasn’t necessarily supposed to know that though). Together, they made an agreement to warm each other’s bed when it was needed. Morgan of course thought it was stupid as Adam was a mess when it came to his love life, Hayden reassured that it was no strings attached and they were practically best friends when they weren’t sleeping together. 

Other than that, Morgan and Adam didn’t have a bad relationship, she didn’t want to ask him this favor because she knew he’d tell Hayden. And Morgan doesn’t want her roommate on her back.

“Hey boys,” Morgan called out to them, her body leaning through the open passenger window. She gives a strained smile to Adam and he gives her one back, knowing why she didn’t ask him to do the favor. Without saying anything, Kevin passes the folder she asked for.

It was surprisingly thinner than what she expected it to be. This killer has been on the loose for a while and she’d hoped that the police would listen to her anonymous tips that tried to tie together all his crimes. But the evidence showed that they didn’t.

“This is all they have Kev?” Morgan flips through the pages, disappointment written on her face. 

“Yeah.  I tried digging up some more, but that’s all that was available.”

“God, cops are so fucking useless.” She huffs out, completely missing the offended faces on the two detectives. “I have more in my own files than this. I tried taking it in, but I keep getting shut down.”

“Morgan, you can’t do this by yourself.” Adam finally speaks up, placing a hand on her wrist. She pulls her eyes away from the paperwork to him. 

“But it seems like no one else wants to do the work. Olivia’s case has gone cold and I feel like the longer that it goes unsolved, the harder it will be to get justice.” Olivia’s throat aches as a sob threatens to creep out. There are tears brimming in her eyes and she turns her body away from the two men.

“I understand that, doc. But, you already have to worry about your patients and yourself.” Adam starts, glancing at Kevin, trying to get his partner to say something. The black man is unsure what to say, he’d recently learned about Morgan’s sister when she first asked him to acquire the files. 

“Why don’t we take a look into it?” Kevin says and Adam wants to hit him upside the head. Adam had promised Hayden that he would help Morgan move on, which meant getting Olivia’s investigation out of her mind. If he and Kevin pursued this case, Morgan would never let it rest.

“Would you really do that?” Morgan almost throws herself into the car, hope filling in her chest. “You’d do actual investigating?” Kevin hesitates when he meets eye contact with Adam,  but the look on Morgan’s face destroys him.

“Yeah, I’ll try to do some work in between my regular caseload.” There’s a soft smile on Kevin’s face while Adam sighs out then turns his head to look at the giddy doctor.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me Kevin. You too, Adam.” Before the second man could say anything, Morgan’s phone goes off indicating the arrival for one of her pregnant patients. “Looks like I have to go. Why don’t you come over tonight and I’ll give you everything that I have.” She smiles at both of them. “And Adam, please don’t tell Hayden or Jay.”

“Jay?” Adam questions. He understood why she didn’t want him to tell Hayden, but Jay?

“Yeah, Jay. The two of us are in a really good spot right now and I don’t want to jeopardize that anymore that it already has been.” Adam nods, understanding. “I’ll see you guys later.” With that, Morgan makes her way back into the hospital.

          ❦

Between patients Morgan finds herself peeking into the folder that Kevin gave her. One name stands: Isaac Elway. Apparently, his sister was a victim to the same killer that ended Olivia’s life. Details of the horrific crime, along with her sisters, were displayed in the paperwork. Morgan’s read the information about Olivia’s case numerous times before, but it still breaks her heart and it constantly keeps her up at night.

When she has no more patients, she pulls out a card with number on it. It’s Elway’s. She dials the number, her fingernail being demolished by the teeth in her mouth. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, she’d been searching for answers for years. This was the first time she had heard of Elway and she had to know what he knew. Why was phone number in the file? Was he that important.

The phone rings and anxiety rises in Morgan’s throat. Eventually she had to get answers, that’s why she had Kevin looking into more details. No one answers the other line, just the automated voicemail message and a beep. Morgan quickly debates in her head whether or not to leave a message,  but ultimately she does.

“Hi, Mr. Elway this Dr. Morgan Fitzgerald at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.  I am calling in regards to Sabrina Elway’s case file and it’s relation to another case. This isn’t a topic would like to discuss over the phone so I’d appreciate it if you would give me a call back. Thank you.” She hangs up the call and shoves the phone back into the pocket of her scrubs. 

“Dr. Fitzgerald, I need an OB consult on a patient?” Dr. Reese pokes her head through the door, oblivious to the emotions ripping the attending.

“Yeah, give me a moment.  I’ll be there.” The intern nods her head and retreats back towards the nurse’s central desk.

Morgan watches Sarah leave and then her eyes graze over the presence of her fellow doctors and the patients inhabiting the emergency room. She needed to accept that she will get her answers soon and that she could not speed the process of the world. She couldn’t afford getting distracted or she’d put herself and her patients in danger. She leaves the doctor’s lounge and heads back to her job, finally relinquishing control of her sister’s case.

Part Five

#chicago med #gaffney chicago medical center #Chicago PD #One Chicago #Chicago Fire #connor rhodes #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #jay halstead #sarah reese #will halstead #connor rhodes x oc #connor rhodes x doctor!oc #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead x doctor!oc #maggie lockwood #one chicago fanfiction #chicago med fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago fire fanfiction #part four

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Spider-Woman

Peter Parker x Reader

AU!

Requested by: blue-hairedbitxh 

Request: Okay I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And I was thinking what if Peter didn’t get bitten by the radioactive spider but the reader did and became Spider-Woman (Spider-Girl idk). Also Peter Parker is actually a popular kid in school while the reader is a nerdy, shy, quiet person. But then one day she comes to school with a stab wound or something a Peter finds out and you can take it up from here lol

 Spider-Woman was a hero who wasn’t well known before Tony Stark put her under his wings.

You’d still like to think that before all the crazy alien stuff went down before Thanos came, and before you lost your mentor and father-figure, Spider-Woman meant something to the people of Queens.

After all, you did help a lot of people, saved many and done your best.

You still remember the day you got your powers, it changed your life forever.

You were on a school trip, being the shy girl you didn’t have many friends so you were at the back of the room looking around, taking pictures. You were almost totally left alone when suddenly Peter Parker stood beside you, looking at the different spiders. Peter was one of the most popular kids in school, he and Ned were the magic team. Both of them intelligent and handsome, girls loved them, teachers loved them.

You were among those people.

You liked Ned, he often helped you with homework, but you really liked Peter. What was there to not like? He was handsome intelligent and overall a good person.

“Do you like them?” Peter asked you when he was right next to you. “Spiders I mean. You look very interested.”

“Oh. I don’t really mind them, unless they are tarantulas, those are too big for my liking.”

You remember him saying something and then he asked you to take a picture of him while he was standing in front of the enclosure. He handed you his phone and then it happened.

You took his picture and as he walked out to the next room, you felt a sting. Something bit your shoulder but when you looked at it, there was nothing there only a tiny little red mark.

The next day, you felt your body change. You no longer needed your trusty glasses that you wore since 3rd grade, you felt thinner and more muscular, you felt so fit.

This is how Spider-Woman started. At first you were clumsy, trying to find out more about your powers. But you were certain of one thing, you wanted to use them for good. Then came Mr Stark. He changed your life forever, opened so many doors and opportunities for you. You loved him, you really did. And that is why losing him was one of the hardest things you had to go through. And now you felt left alone.

You of course continued to be the best hero you can be, helping others is what you loved to do and what you promised on doing.

You were very proud of what you did. You often heard about the Spider-Woman on TV or in school. Others created theories, some idolized her. And you especially enjoyed hearing what people thought about her. And you were very happy to hear that Peter was also a fan of hers.

Probably you have been having a crush on Peter for about 5 years now. You have seen him date Liz and when she moved away Parker dated Michelle. Although you do not know why they broke up, now he was single, you overheard him saying that he was focusing on his studies at the moment. You first met Peter when you got bullied in school and he saved you. The others were picking on you because of your glasses and nerdy behaviour. He saved you like a hero and ever since you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You watched him as he became the “hot-guy” in school and gained popularity. Meanwhile you just sat alone in the back of the room, feeling love-sick.

You balanced your life as a hero and as a student. And ever since you became an Avenger, it got more and more difficult. And after what happened with Mr Stark, you felt like you were a mess. Which was probably true. You felt like a newbie, making mistakes similar to when you started.

And one day, you made a very bad mistake.

You had a class early in the morning but on your way to the school you spotted two guys trying to rob a woman. You quickly changed and saved the woman but you got stabbed in the process of trying to hold the bad guys as they were trying to run away. And the fact that your suit was supposed to be safe angered you a little. You got frustrated, and in your panic, you ran to school.

You got your suit off but the wound on your side hurt like hell. You stumbled into the school and managed to make it to the toilets before you collapsed. You were still conscious but the blood loss and the pain didn’t help your situation.

As you were struggling to find a way to stop the bleeding the door suddenly opened. It socked you so much that you couldn’t think straight. You covered your wound and tried to stand up but failed.

“Y/N?” it was Peter, of course it was. Who else would find you?

“Peter? What are you doing in the woman’s bathroom?”

“What are you talking about this is the male bathroom? Are you drunk?” you felt Peter’s eyes scanning you then he spotted the red mark on your shirt. “What…Are you injured?”

“No. It’s all good.” you desperately tried to leave but you couldn’t stand. Your head was spinning. When you fell back Peter tried to catch you but he was too slow.

“You are not good let me get the nurse or someone.” when he tried to leave you grabbed his shirt.

“No. Don’t call anyone.” you were scared. So scared for your health and for someone to find out who you really were, especially Peter. But in your separate attempt you heard someone walking to the toilets. Your eyes were begging Peter and as if he understood he helped you stand and walked you into a stall. He closed the door and motioned for you to keep quiet. He was so close you could smell his perfume. You blushed as you heard the door to the toilets open and in came two people.

“Did you hear what happened this morning?”

“With?”

“With Spider-Woman of course. She’s such a babe. Apparently she got stabbed when she helped a woman.”

“Don’t be stupid. Did you see her suit? It’s definitely bulletproof. You think a knife could stab her?”

After that their voices got quiet as they left. You were still against the wall of the stall with Peter holding you up.

“You are her.” he whispered. And probably if your mind wouldn’t have been filled with the thought of his muscular body being so close, you would have heard him.  “You are Spider-Woman.”

You now had to options, either you could tell him or deny everything and run. And you chose the latter.

“I’m not. Don’t be ridiculous Peter. I simply fell and hit my side.”

“Don’t lie. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t make stories up Parker.” if it wasn’t for him to hold you up, you would have probably left.

“It makes sense now. Like every time you disappear and she appears. Like when we were in Venice you had to leave because you felt ill but then she came and saved us all. It all makes sense now. But… She’s so confident and badass.”

“Wow. Thanks.” you said and looked at the floor, anywhere other than Peter since he was looking for your eyes. “It’s easier with a mask on.” you whispered but he heard.

“I knew it!”

“Shhh. Don’t yell please. Please Peter you can’t tell anyone. Not like they will believe you but still. Please.” you practically begged him. He looked into your eyes and you hoped that he wouldn’t go around spreading the rumour. You thought you were sneaky with your disappearing acts that you were doing but apparently Peter noticed. And now you were thinking if someone else did.

“I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” you said and you felt your wound getting worse. You tried to apply pressure but you were weak so Peter put his hand on it.

“What are we going to do?”

“My phone. Get my phone and call Happy.” without any further questioning Peter did as he was told.

***

Happy got there for you and helped you into his car. Peter went along with you putting pressure on your wound.

“You were reckless again Y/N.”

“Please, I don’t need lecturing Happy just fix me up.” He drove the two of you back to the Avengers base.

While you got treated by a doctor Peter was there with you. When you were patched up and got your painkillers, you felt better.

You stood up and decided to give Peter a tour.

“It’s the least I can do, after all you helped me Parker.”

He didn’t object as you showed him around. He walked with his mouth open.

“You live here?”

“Yes. With the others. But this isn’t the living quarters, this is the business side.”

You soon reached the privet area.

“Wow. This place looks amazing.”

Then he stopped in front of a frame. It was a picture of Tony. Everyone agreed that he should have at least one picture up in a common area to commemorate him.

“That-“

“This is Tony Stark.”

“Yes.”

“You must have been close.” you felt tears in your eyes. You could only nod.

“I’m so proud of him. He saved us all. He was such a great man.” Peter left it at that, he saw how sad it made you so he moved on and asked something else.

“I won’t tell anyone about you Y/N. I really won’t.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I will go back to class today. But I can ask Happy to drive you if you want to.”

“Oh. That would be nice thank you.”

You called Happy but he was busy so you had to look for someone else. The only other person home was Bucky, so you decided to head to his room.

“Bucky, could you please drive my friend back to school? Happy is busy and you are the only person home.” Bucky stood up from his bed. As he stepped out he looked at Peter up and down.

“Hello, Sir. My name is Peter Parker.”

Bucky gave Peter a mean look.

“If you plan on dating Y/N, you will have to ask me first. I might not be her real father, but I think of her as my daughter.”

“Bucky! That’s not why Peter is here! He helped me after I got stabbed today.”

“You got stabbed? Where? When? Who did it? I will kill them!” when he clenched his metal fist, Peter flinched but you just rolled your eyes.

“Please, just drive Peter back to school or home, I need to sleep.”

Bucky didn’t object after that and after you said your goodbye to Peter, he walked with the boy. On their way to the car they met with Sam who after a brief explanation from Bucky joined them.

Peter was put into the backseat of a car with Bucky while Sam drove. The atmosphere was very awkward so Peter tried to lighten the mood.

“I would like to thank both of you for saving the Earth multiple times. I do-“

“You know kid, our lovely Y/N is a very special lady. And special ladies require special care.” said Sam as he stopped at a red light. He slowly turned around to look at the now intimidated young male. “Would you be able to provide such a thing for her?”

Now both men were looking at Peter. The light turned green but Sam didn’t move, only when the car behind them honked.

You hoped that Peter got home safe. You knew how Bucky and Sam could get when it was about you.

You laid there in your bed, still feeling the pain in your side. Although it was hard, you managed to fall asleep.

***

The next day you did everything to avoid Peter. You heard from a teacher that he was looking for you. You didn’t want to think about what he wanted to say.

But as you were about to leave, Peter found you.

“Y/N! I have been looking for you all day. I finally found you.”

“Hi Peter.”

There was silence between you two if was obvious that he was trying to say something so you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry if Bucky or Sam said something yesterday. They are very protective since Tony died, it’s like a promise that they have going on about protecting me.”

“Oh no, although they are scary, that’s not what I wanted. How’s your wound?”

“Thank you, I’m much better now, I heal quite quick you know.” he smiled at you and you did the same.

“Would you like to go out with me? Maybe after you are healed or you don’t have to save the world it would be nice to get to know you more.”

“You are very nice Parker, but if you are only interested because I am Spider-Woman, then it’s better if we don’t start this.”

“What?” he looked at you surprised. You gripped your bag tighter, not knowing where the courage came from. Yesterday you blamed the pain, but now, you couldn’t. “It’s not about that. You know I had a crush on you for a long time. I tried to hide it and date others, but I just can’t, not after yesterday. You showed me a new side of you. I knew the shy and nice Y/N, but now I feel like I got to see the real you. I understand if you don’t feel the same.”

Surprisingly you weren’t taken aback by his words, all you did was take a deep breath.

Now or never.

“I also liked you for a long time Parker. And I would like to go out with you on a date.”

“Thank you so much!” he got so excited he suddenly hugged you, your wound didn’t really liked that and you hissed in pain. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yes, all good. Hand me your phone, I’ll put my number in.”

“I will text you every day. I will send you a lot of selfies so be prepared.”

Even if you couldn’t believe that this was happening and you had to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t one of Mysterio’s illusions, you smiled at how excited Peter got.

You couldn’t wait until your wound got healed.

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“This isn't prison break.”parts 1 & 2

Rue runs away for a night from rehab with a bunch of people she doesn't know. They go to a club, do some stupid stuff and adopt a cat.

wrote this and put it on AO3- lnk here- but also updating on here:

PART 1

Rue laughs absently at the other group of "degenerates" as Ali would call them. They are walking along the side of the road towards wherever a kid named Malcolm was leading them. She technically was supposed to be in her small dorm bed asleep and awaiting 4 am check in. But instead here she was being a fellow degenerate who had technically escaped the rehab facility. They all intended on going back to the treatment facility eventually. She hopes Sol would even though it meant they probably would be separated. They all just needed a night of more because everyone was on edge and needed a break. Everyone was aware that the consequences would be getting kicked out or all restrictions taken away. But, fuck it.

Her group of acquaintances, because they were not her friends, was made up of a random assortment of folks. One of which was some guy named Graham who was apparently the older "brother" of Angel. Angel was the only one out of the group besides her roommate who actually knew more than whatever she half assed in group therapy. Which was very little but it was enough to keep them.... interested. Rue shoves her hands in the pockets of a pair of baggy shorts that Angel threw at her in a parking lot after everyone met back up. Their escape plan was a plan but they all booked it through a hole in the fence and through a patch of woods at first. Some person named Bones, who had to at least be a sophomore in college, picked them all up in a hatchback and the Graham who opened a backpack filled with vices.

Rue steered clear of the opiates and went straight for the bottle of Coconut Rum. Even though she could practically hear the pills singing her fucking name. Most of them actually opted to be clean of whatever landed them in rehab but not sober. Not everyone though because Angel was definitely rolling a tiny bit and so were two other people out of the 5 fence jumpers. Including her roommate Sol. Rue just figured the slap on the wrist once they got back would be less harsh without a positive test. The rum was more than enough to stay kind of alert amongst everyone here. All these faces that might leave her dying face down in a ditch if she OD’ed....again.

She wasn't even in here because of an overdose. Just a basic relapse that made her mom's mind up for her and now she was forced into a stupid facility with strangers. They forced her to talk, made sure she ate, but she honestly felt worse being inside than out. It was probably working the 12 steps and quiet therapy sessions but in places she didn't see yet. This right here though the warmth of the air touching her skin as the packed car they'd all tumbled into hurtled through empty streets. Leaning her head back she mumbles along the lyrics while Sol pulls at the worn shirt collar. 

 "Beep beep go swerving in my, Beep been you want me riding in your...."

Rue sighs feeling sticky lips press against her clavicle and up her neck.

 "Beep beep ghost busting in my,

 Beep beep you want me riding in your....driving super fast."

Sol was cool people but Rue knew it couldn't be anything more than fooling around. Kissing when no one was watching or either of them came back from a therapy session sobbing.  Sometimes Sol sneaking into her bed at night so they could have quickie sex sessions. This wasn't how Rue expected to explore her sexuality that was pretty dormant but it was what she had. It also wasn't with who she had in mind either. Lingering feelings aside the two of them were stuck in a juvenile inpatient program. With the same beds as the ones in college pamphlets, a no shoelace rule, and  fuzzy socks ( that Rue secretly loves). This girl was like 3 inches shorter than Rue, dark skinned, neck tattoos and a short cut. Sol had been through so much more shit than Rue and it made her feel ungrateful. Ungrateful because at least she had a hard working mom who still loved her and hadn't abandoned all hope. Other people in the program who took it seriously though told her not to because her life sucked too.

Feeling Sol's lips on hers she kissed her back. She didn't feel anything but it must have felt amazing to Sol who deepened the kiss. The car swerved past what in Rue's mind had to be a pothole. Sol falls away further into her body clutching the fabric of her shirt and accidentally her chest. Rue hears Sol sigh and snaps her eyes open while Sol still kisses her. Rue grabs hold of the handle above the door and sits back up mumbling, what was that. She watches Sol roll her eyes and sit back into the tan seats.

"Oh FUCK," Bones yelled slowing the car down and pulling over. Bones had their black hair slicked all the way back and a cigarette falling out of their mouth. They were odd enough sober and everyone's dd, just a ball of chaotic a.d.d they'd laughed at her earlier as they walked her from the gas station bathroom back to the car. It was a nice gesture because apparently she seemed "kind of uncomfortable," which was true. The urge to escape herself dulled the fear of her mother's true unbridled anger. Or Fez's.

He was really upset when he found out she got a new plug after actually being clean for so long. She turns to look out the back window and sees two green eyes attached to a small grey mound in the road. 

"What the....omg a cat omg," Angel is practically bouncing out of the car after pulling out a half eaten filet o fish. Rue watches him in an outfit she felt fit him so much more than the basic t-shirt and sweatpants he wore everyday. His platform sneakers lit up across the black asphalt as he inches  closer to the obviously terrified animal. A glitter covered arm wove in front of him with food and Rue leans into the window in anticipation. The only thing that could make Angel seem even more angelic was wings or a halo above his half platinum half silver hair. He honestly seemed like the type to fit right into Jules's friend group. But instead he was the kind creative rave kid who drew her pictures of kandy he'd give her one day. 

"Hey um...you ," she feels her shoulder being tapped. "Put this in your lap."

PART 2

"Yes! I love this song," Bones yells back rolling down the windows. The cool autumn air filling the car and the smell of weed being blown out the window. 

Her heel is bouncing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With one more she could become triple A instead of alcoholics anonymous. She can feel a comfortable softness against her sole. It's from a piece of fabric she keeps stuffed in her sock. Her knee keeps bouncing in place with the sleeping kitten being stroked by Sol in her lap. Her current reality is so much more serene than the one she relives in her head.

Arrival nurses took her hoodie at this new place only letting it stay with her the first night. She was so fucking high on check in that she screamed please don't take my dad please as they explained it to her mom. Her mom who she clung to like they were about to skin her alive. Chest rising and falling quick enough someone said something about a shot. Too high to be cold and distant but not enough for her heart to stop. Just enough to be a paranoid fuck up. Leslie tried to calm her down but it only worked after her mom bargained with them, one night.

One night and then her mom visited the next day to say goodbye. Slipping a gray square in her pocket. It was worn in from a t-shirt that her dad wore in her baby pictures. Leslie hugged her so tight before leaving whispering we love you so much. That was the last time she'd seen her mom and every time she called Leslie said oh rue like her heart was breaking again. So those phone calls were short because her mom crying always fucks her up mentally for a few days. The silent pauses remind her of the little sister who always has faith in her but is turning into someone who doesn't even look at her. 

"You okay," Sol whispers and rue nods because when was she ever. Her arm that sol is resting on is cramping but she lets it, not much arm space in this back row anyway. She should have just chosen the trunk with some 16 year old named Zach. 

"On the left yesss we made it and on time too," Graham jeers next to Sol.

 Rue looks at the dash clock crinoline her brow. "How is almost 1 am on time," she whispers. 

Sol chuckles, "It is a club not a house party you knew that right ?" Rue bites the inside of her lip and shakes her head no. Sol puckers a bottom lip and kisses her cheek. Great pity Rue thinks. Sol leans in to whisper to Rue, "Don't worry Graham knows the bouncer. No fakes required."

Rue opens back up the glass bottle in the seat net and lets the clear liquid burn her throat a bit. Out of her realm was an understatement, house parties were something she was used to but never clubs. She didn't even know what kind of club this was but judging from the giant rainbow flag out front, angry repressed frat bros wouldn't be an issue. Which helped the nerves in her stomach unwind. The fur ball on her lap made a noise and she rubbed it through the sweater it's been laid on. Sol said the kitten was probably dumped because there was a tag scar and the kitten was super clean. But was she risking it....no.

Sol takes the bottle from her hand and screws the cap back on. "You gonna dance with me tonight Benny." Sol says as she nudges her shoulder.

"Maybe," Rue shrugs.

" Okay well how about anyone else," Sol grins coyly.

Rue looks away from her and out the window. She's more interested in the brick building as they get closer than someone's hot sweaty body. There's a line to the door with several guards standing with gloved hands and flashlights. " Idk maybe," Rue looks back at Sol who is rolling her eyes. 

" Yes she is," Angel yells from the passenger seat. He's checking his makeup in the mirror and winks at rue. Which makes her tuck her hair behind her ear and cough to cover the blush. Angel turns around happily and says, "meee.'

Leaning forward Sol pecks Angel and says, " Bennett your goal tonight is to have fun, dance with someone. He, she, they, who cares, maybe you'll get a lil prison pen pal."

Rue rolls her eyes, that probably wasn't happening but it was about trying new experiences. Treatment was also not prison; it just was not freedom either. Bones pulls past the entrance and swings into the parking lot. Graham is behind them pointing as they follow directions. He's even saying fun facts like this is Knott's which Angel keeps mimicking. Bones slowly moves the car  until  one guard leans his hand in the window. The guard daps Graham up and they laugh for a second. His name is apparently DJ and he's their in. The only rules are no weapons. 

In the parking lot they all get put and Rue notices other cars with clusters of people around them. She shakes her lap free of cigarette ash and cat hair. The cat now named sparkle is being in the trunk with a makeshift bed, a small can of tuna Bones just had and an old bottle lid filled with water. Rue leans down and ties the mismatched dollar store laces on her chucks. They had hot dogs on them which was kind of cute. A tire squeals close by of a car obviously moving way too fast and drunk singing out a window speeds past them. Idiots. Everyone else was finishing a shared bottle or blunt. Leaning against the side of the trunk she feels Sol rest against her arm warming it up.

Rue can hear a steady thump and beat coming from the brick building. It makes her head move which means the music might not be her thing but it'll be tolerable. Graham even said there's another section with actual seats that has a more contained dance floor with pop and hip-hop. Just in case she got overwhelmed by the rave scene and the lights. She doubles over as she laughs at Angel's jokes. 

Kid was fucking hilarious, she stands up wiping her eyes and freezes looking in front of her.

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Med Rewatch Series (#10)

S3 E10: Down By Law.

Episode Description: Dr. Manning sustains an injury while helping a drive-by victim and Dr. Rhodes finds himself in uncomfortable waters.

Connor being in ‘uncomfortable waters’? I can hear Ava bullying him already.

(also i wrote a little thing abt maggie giving ava a red bull so enjoy that little bit of content)

Let’s get into it.

-barry just yeeted natalie against a car holy shit that’s fucking hilarious

-will needs to chill the fuck out

-YESSSSS

-THIS WHERE CONNOR BRINGS THE WOMAN HE WENT OUT WITH UP FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. AND THEN AVA HARASSES HIM FOR IT.

-this is one of the most iconic ava moments. (it’s first thing that pops up under the tumblr tag)

-ava overhearing connor not knowing his date’s last name. and ava walking over, already getting ready to make fun of him. barely concealing her smile

-the confidence with which she set down the file. she was too prepared and too excited

-this could just turn into a list of ava quotes

-”It must be hard, remembering all their names.”

“You know I read Derek Jeter used to send his conquests home with a gift basket. But a full cardio work up is... It’s much classier.”

-ava bekker secret baseball fan?

-Connor: “Jeter? You a baseball fan?”

Ava: “Oh, no. It’s much too boring. But I love gossip.”

-interesting. very, interesting... is it weird to anyone else to think about ava liking gossip?

-like the idea is fun and all but i hate the idea of ava being suuuper obsessed with gossip. it makes her seem way too shallow in my book. that being said, one of my hcs about women gossiping about all the shit men do to ava bc they know she’ll call them on it now has a lot more precedence

-i know she explicitly says that baseball is boring but i can’t get the idea of ava being a secret baseball fan out of my head. its just so novel

-HER SHIT EATING GRIN

- Connor: “Well, we will get you in and out of here as quickly as possible.”

Ava: “That’s what Dr. Rhodes is renowned for around here. Quick in and outs.”

Connor: *turns to her condescendingly*

Ava: *two finger salute* “I’m Dr. Bekker, by the way.”

-the lesbian icon jumped out

-also the fact that in the previous episode Ava’s mentor did the exact same salute. idk what it means but it’s not that important

-ava trying to hide her smile when asking the woman if she wanted them to contact her husband

-ava overhearing again when latham tells connor the woman he was with was doing cocaine

-ava smirking when connor says that he thinks the heart attack was from his sex and not the cocaine

-connor thinking he’s so good at sex he’s going to give this woman a heart attack

-he really drives All the ladies wild in EveryWay (sex, suicide. he’s the whole package)

-latham asking connor point blank “did you partake in the cocaine?”

-the ct team gives connor so. much. shit. it’s so funny

-also. ava just chillin at her desk looking at scans? that’s the kind of content i want to see. just her just being there. doing her own thing. that’s what i want

-THE GUY WITH A TEENAGE WIFE IS A REVEREND HOLY SHIT

-counting down the minutes til natalie drops dead (passes out but yk a girl can dream lol)

-sarah. back at it again with her rayon jacket and button up and backpack. the coffee cup only adds to the aesthetic

-connor being surprised that latham isn’t gonna let him do surgery on the women he fucked (twice, he might add)

- whatever you do, don’t think of a brown bear. are you thinking about it?

-maggie dealing red bull to people who need it. that’s a very soft idea

- ex:

Dr. Bekker is sitting at the desk in the ED. Well, sleeping, more like it. Her head is resting on her fist, her elbow precariously close to slipping off the the chair armrest, and her eyes open by just a hair.

“Dr. Bekker.”

Ava jolts awake.

“Maggie,” Ava says, strong accent cutting through, acknowledging the person standing over her. Hastily, she adjusts her jacket and scrubs, smoothing them back into place.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this tired.”

Ava shrugs, seamlessly slipping back into easy confidence.

“Rough couple of cases. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Uh huh,” Maggie says, unbelieving.

She sets a can of Red Bull on the desk with a knowing look.

“You need this more than anybody.”

Ava scoffs. “Those things? They are murder on your heart, come on.”

Maggie hums and walks away. Ava watches her leave, and when she’s out of sight, Ava darts forward, grabs the energy drink, immediately cracking it open and downing half of it.

- anyway.

- @punksarahreese that’s on you for making me believe ava loves energy drinks

- let’s continue

- sarah looking at charles telling her not to do something: I am not going to do a thing you said

- go off babe. it was the wrong decision but go off

- all the nurses watching this guy call nat a bitch:  👀 👀 👀 👀

- will being like: god that guy called you a bitch i fucking hate him

- and natalie being like: he is also refusing to let us treat the 14 yr olds cancer but you obviously have priorities

- sarah is so logical. she’s good at talking to people. can you FUCKING IMAGINE IF SHE HAD BETTER GUIDANCE (oh and less trauma)

- this is also the one with that hilarious screen cap of sarah holding a knife

- the way she is so calm about handing this patient a knife gives me anxiety

- THIS SCENE IS SO HARD TO WATCH IT SCARES ME SO MUCH

- sarah just in alone in a room with a man who keeps having visions of stabbing his wife. and her just handing him a fucking knife oh my god i have too much anxiety for this

- rewatching the series and getting completely confused bc norma is 5′7″ but she looks so short next to colin and the guy who plays latham

- AND RACHEL IS ALSO 5′ 7″ BUT THEY BOTH LOOK SO SHORT - WHY EVERYONE ON THIS SHOW SO TALL

- anyway. ignore that that’s not important

- I... the parallels btwn sarah offering this guy the ability to slit her throat (for therapy) and ava cutting her throat... i don’t know what to do with this information

- idk but sarah holding the knife got me feelin some type of way

- the way connor looks at ava with such contempt bc she... does her job (and his but yk) especially during the hug wtf dude honestly just stop looking at her

- this is also the episode where ava pawns off the patient’s hug onto connor. while yeah, it could ava just being annoying to connor by forcing him to hug his one night stand’s husband, but she did give connor due credit. (and something to be said about her being confused and a tad uncomfortable when the patient hugs her, which is why she pawns it off to rhodes)

- she also doesn’t hug the guy back, which is kind of funny, she never moves her arms and just shrugs out of it

- and like after the hug she takes a few steps away from the guy, really not wanting any more physical contact or attention

- there’s something interesting in ava’s expression when connor gets hugged by the guy, can’t quite explain it. i’m gonna go with it’s her trying to keep a straight face while connor hugs a man he just helped a woman cheat on, but that’s not all of it so

- or. okay, I think i got it. i think that that little expression when connor gets hugged is her rolling her eyes at him getting credit when ava did most of the heavy lifting. yes. final answer. i’m satisfied

- and her looking away from them is her stopping herself from laughing, bc connor is obviously not enjoying this

- and he’s so sad and angsty he can’t even play along with the jokes

- and ava smiling at him with pity as she walks in to talk to the patient, bc that’s really what it is. she feels bad for him bc connor is so obviously lonely

- and connor’s annoyed bc ‘dammit she does have a right to pity me i suck rn’

- med pushing the women are tough agenda LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP

- you hate your women characters so much just fucking shut your mouth

- and will being like ‘ i have a lot to learn about women not being objects’

- and nat saying ‘you are way further along than most’ like no, he’s not. the bar is on the ground and he still can’t jump it

- i’m pretty sure this show doesn’t pass the bechdel test. holy fucking shit it doesn’t. you’ve gotta be kidding me. (at least this episode doesn’t)

I can’t believe this episode didn’t pass the bechdel test. The only convo btwn two women were like maggie and sharon and they talk about barry and oh my god this is infuriating god med the bar is so low. And I’m pretty sure most episodes don’t pass the test anyway. Will is literally the representation of med. He gets lots of credit for doing bare minimum things like giving women rights.

Anyway.

This was a good episode. We dissected a lot of unspoken Ava things, which is very good. Ava had a lot of moments where she was there, but didn’t say anything, and when your characters can do that, that’s when you know your characterization is very good.

The moments where Ava isn’t really doing anything to forward the plot of the episode but she’s still just there, doing her own thing, are hands down my favorite. Her sitting at the desk looking at a scan while connor tells latham he didn’t do cocaine could possibly my favorite ava moment in the series, just bc it shows how much of her own character should could’ve been.

I drew an interesting parallel btwn sarah offering the guy to slit her throat and ava’s death. i have nothing for that but go wild

This episode also showed us Ava pitying Connor, another new aspect. she gives him shit but she also pities him. very good ep for little ava moments

as always, thanks for sticking through it

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read the rest here:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

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[topimagines]

Tip Toes

Summary: I’m on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.

Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one

Y/n had not dated much. Actually, she did not start looking for a relationship until her freshman year of college. By then there weren’t many people she talked to and considered a friend; therefore, the idea of dating someone, being close to someone that was not her friend, did not pique her interest. Around the time she met Brendon and Sarah, she had lost all hope in a romantic relationship. It almost seemed too good to be true, a truly happy relationship seemed unattainable.

This feeling came in waves, making her feel nauseous like she was on a boat in a hurricane. It became truly difficult to accept a happy reality that ended in kids of her own and a husband or wife, but she knew it was just about impossible. Her best friends were a married couple and a gay man (who was also in a happy relationship), they always rooted for her. But they didn’t understand, she was a twenty-something-year-old who had no idea how to even kiss someone. Everyone always told her (especially her friends) that it was admirable that she held out for so long like she was waiting for the right person or something.

In other words, y/n would describe herself as the biggest virgin on earth, and it genuinely was from a lack of trying.

It almost felt as if her own future didn’t belong to her.

Some days were better than others, just like the day Sarah asked her to come to hang out at her house. y/n had just gotten done with finals, so she had basically a month of sitting around and waiting for the Spring semester to finally start. Sarah and Brendon cuddled on the couch, y/n on the chair in the corner of the room actually watching the movie and trying to not pay attention to the couple that was no doubt finger banging each other under the blanket they shared.

“I think I should go,” y/n said, “I have to work in the morning so I can’t stay up too late.” She stretched her arms and legs when she got up from the chair. Sarah seemed to be frightened out of a daze when she looked up at her friend.

“Oh, okay!” Sarah chirped, pushing Brendon away from her, “Do you want me to walk you out?”

y/n shook her head, “no thanks, I’m fine.”

“Well… I’ll see you later?” Sarah asked. Y/n didn’t really want to. It wasn’t that she didn’t like hanging out with them, they always made her feel lonely. And sad. But mostly lonely.

“I don’t know, I have a busy week at the hospital; I will text you when I get time,” y/n said before bidding the couple goodbye and leaving the house.

Sarah looked at her husband, who had gotten entranced by the movie in the five minutes since he was trying to sneak his hand into her pants. “You are such an idiot.”

“What did I do?”

-

Y/n got home that night very confused about her feelings. Her brain was spiraling out of control with delusions of being married and having someone who would dote on her the same way Brendon did Sarah. At the same time, she never really paid attention to them behind the scenes, so maybe they’re dysfunctional and she never saw it.

That didn’t make sense, if she knew one thing about the couple, it was that they talked about everything. And Sarah told her everything, every fight they had, Sarah would go to y/n’s apartment and sit until Brendon sulked his way over.

Every time she thought about the couple, she got a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach.

No, she thought, I am not developing a stupid crush just because I’m sad and lonely.

That night she couldn’t sleep; it didn’t help that she knew she did have work in the morning and the hospital was unforgiving when the lab techs were late. By the time she finally stopped swimming in her thoughts, she had dreams of her friends, holding her hand and kissing her on the forehead.

It was 6 AM before she knew it, and she had to get up and get ready for work.

Hopefully, tea would help wake her up before she got to work and did a piss poor job.

-

Y/n had never been more appreciative of the hospital. She had fond memories of staying there, almost dying, meeting so many different doctors that she just didn’t have it in her to leave.

Sarcasm, that was the key to understanding her outlook on life. Constant use of sarcasm.

But she would be lying if she said that today, and every day for the past week, she was so glad they had a week full of emergencies and a trip planned for a conference with Lab Technologists across the country. This trip would take her to Boston and all she could think of was the idea of seeing every museum she could for one full week and going to a conference full of people who had a thorough understanding of microbiology and hematology. It was almost enough to make her come in her jeans.

What she did not appreciate, was Brendon coming to visit her while she was supposed to be working. She had just gotten a lab sample to test for any drug she could when Brendon waltzed in with In N Out in his hand. He greeted her with a hug and handed her the bag.

“Sarah is at work,” he sighed, “she doesn’t get a lunch today because she’s busy or something, so I thought I’d visit my bestie.” She was too distracted to notice what he was saying. Brendon tried to call her name, the third time she snapped.

“What do you want?” she half yelled, looking away from her specimen.

Brendon looked taken aback; he didn’t even know how to reply when he has never seen her so angry before. Her coworker, a younger man by the name of Jeremy Ren, looked up from his microscope and stepped over to her area.

“L/n, you go take your lunch break, I’ll take care of this shotgun,” he took the test tubes and brought them back to his microscope with him, still eyeing the two.

She scoffed and stomped out, ditching her lab coat at the door. She led Brendon to the hospital cafeteria and sat down with him in the corner.

“What’s wrong? You usually aren’t so…” Brendon trailed off, “Are you still being overworked? Have you talked to your boss about time off?”

Y/n shook her head, “I’m just… fine, I’m fine.” Internally, she cringed. If she talked to him about it, maybe she could resolve the war she had inevitably put herself into.

But the idea of not telling him anything was far more appealing. Nothing had to change.

“Are you sure? You look tired, have you been sleeping?” He reached over and grabbed her hand, tracing his thumb over her knuckles.

God, Brendon, she thought, Stop being so caring, it’s not helping my situation. She pulled her hand away and tucked it under her pants. This couldn’t happen. She did everything she could to give herself a reason not to develop a stupid crush on the man in front of her. She could only come up with two.

1.       He’s married to her best friend

2.       He definitely wouldn’t see her the same way

Number two made her heart bleed. Not literally, she knew the severity of an actual bleeding heart, she worked in a hospital for Christ’s sake. But if she were to imagine the pain, this would be it.

“I’m just… excited for this trip to Boston next week,” she confessed. It wasn’t a lie by any means, she stayed up all night a month ago when she heard she was going on the trip, planning what she wanted to pack. This didn’t change the stare he had on the table where her hand used to be, and his hand still sat.

“Oh, that is coming up, isn’t it?” he put a smile on his face, trying to quickly recover from whatever feeling he felt. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit off today. We haven’t seen you all week, we miss you at the house.”

She frowned. There was an impulsive need in her to put her hand back and comfort him. But she knew she shouldn’t do it because she knew it would only make her feel worse.

“I’ve been busy with work, had a lot of emergencies and stuff,” she explained, “I’m free this weekend, I’ll try to come over before I leave for the airport on Sunday.” That was not what she wanted to say, why did she say that?

“Sounds like a plan!” he seemed happy with that suggestion though, so maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.  “How has your week been, then? What kinda emergencies did you get?”

She and Brendon talked for a while, she told him about the guy who came in with necrotic tissue on his arm from heroin, and he told her about his charity live stream and how proud he was of everyone who donated.

Watching him so happy as he explained what happened, she felt herself swooning. They sat in silence for a few moments after he finished speaking, both focused on eating their food. One of the surgical nurses walked passed them with a smile on her face.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” Brendon smirked and opened his mouth to explain that they weren’t a couple, but the nurse continued on, “you’re always going on about how lonely you are! It’s nice to see you’re finally getting out there.” Y/n’s eyes were wide, and a blush crept across her cheeks.

“Uh… thank you, Andrea,” she said with a shaky voice.

“So proud of you, my dear,” Andrea smiled brightly t the two before she walked away, bidding them goodbye.

“You’re lonely?” Brendon asked when Andrea was out of earshot.

y/n couldn’t speak as she stared at her fries, the only response she gave was a small nod.

“Why are you lonely? You never date… or expressed a desire… to date.” Damn you, Sarah, she thought, that was supposed to be a secret.

“well… lately, it’s been a bit different,” she sighed, “I’m almost 30, I’ve never been on a real date or…. Done anything, really. I thought I’d at least have a boyfriend by now.” That was easier to get off her chest than she thought.

“You’ve never done anything? Not even like… a kiss?” Brendon knew he was badgering her now, but this was so unbelievable to him. She was so smart and beautiful; how could anyone look passed her?

She shook her head, eyes still on the fries that were no longer steamy, “Can we drop it please?”

Brendon took in the shakiness to her tone and decided to drop it like she asked. This topic would definitely come up later with Sarah, though. He had so many more questions.

When they parted ways after lunch, Brendon couldn’t hold back a smile as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed harder than she had at lunch when she said bye to him. No one, besides her parents and grandparents, had ever kissed her on the cheek.

She kind of liked it.

-

Sarah told Brendon everything he wanted to know. She didn’t know why, at first, but he explained what happened during lunch.

“But you can’t badger her or make her feel bad,” Sarah emphasized, “She always felt self-conscious about it, even after we became friends.” Brendon understood, even though he never had to deal with stuff like that. He had lost his virginity early on, and everything just came naturally after that.

“I would never.”

-

“So, what’s with you never dating anyone?” He had promised not to pry, but now it was late at night in y/n’s apartment and he had more than a few drinks in his system. Sue him, he wanted to hang out and she brought out the wine.

“I just… don’t do it?” y/n had a few drinks in her too, the wine was making her feel like being truthful. If she were sober, she wouldn’t be telling hi anything, but maybe she needed to get it off her chest? Drunk y/n thought so, anyway. “I didn’t get my first boyfriend until my freshman year of college, and before that, I only had minor flings with girls from my school. I don’t know, dating always makes me anxious.”

“And you’ve never done anything?” He knew her answer already. This was beginning to get repetitive and even drunk y/n was fed up with it.

“Why do you keep asking that?”

“Because it’s… it’s so rare! You’re like a unicorn!” he laughed at his comparison. She shook her head, she felt kind of offended, but she knew what he was saying. He hadn’t meant it to be an insult at all, he was kind of proud of her, even with pressures that a woman date and be married by her age, she didn’t feel that. She was unabashedly herself.

He didn’t know what came over him when he opened his mouth next, “I mean, I can always help you.”

y/n looked into his eyes, and she swore that if she were a meme, she would have question marks floating around her head. “What?”

“I mean if you ever want your first kiss… or something else… I can always help you,” he didn’t know why he was saying it, but he couldn’t help but offer. The offer was outlandish, yes, but he knew Sarah would be alright with it. She had mentioned before how much she liked y/n, in a more than platonic way.

Before this whole topic came up, Brendon was planning on asking her to be their third, if she wanted to be. However, she told him she hadn’t dated someone very seriously.

“But… wh- h- Sarah?” y/n was blushing, her face and ears were bright red. This was not how she expected this to go.

“She would want to do the same thing, she has a thing for you,” drunk Brendon was an honest Brendon, apparently, “was gonna ask you if you wanted to go on a date with us the other day but obviously I didn’t.”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. Like, of course, he had to do this when she was drunk and couldn’t very well keep her thoughts to herself.

“Um…. Are you asking me now if I want to go on a date with you and Sarah?” y/n asked.

“Well, that wasn’t my first question,” Brendon leaned closer, and cupped her face with his left hand, “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He continued leaning in, slowly but surely. He waited for her to protest; when she didn’t say anything, he finally connected their lips. If he were to compare all of his other kisses to the one right then, she wouldn’t be the worst. She was inexperienced, but her lips were soft and tasted like peppermint from her seasonal chapstick.

When she pulled away, he almost chased after her.

For the rest of the night, he explained the logistics of kissing, and eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch after he went on the the longest tangent on what kind of guitar he would get now that his “cream dream" was gone.

-

She left for Boston after saying goodbye to Brendon or Sarah. She had also talked to Robert (her other best friend) the day before the trip; he yelled at her for not telling him right away about everything that had been happening. To be genuinely honest, she needed this vacation after her night with Brendon.

It was a relief when Brendon left in the morning after they had kissed. The memory of her first kiss still burned in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to focus on that. Right now, it was her time to relax.

That was until Brendon texted her asking what hotel she was at. She told him, just assuming he wanted to make sure she got there safe. Why would she think anything else?

She should have thought of something else. Now she was sitting in her room, scrolling through the TV when she heard the knock at the door.

He didn’t, she thought, please tell me he didn’t.

She opened the door and saw the couple standing in front of her with giant smiles on their faces.

He did.

“what are you doing here?” she said instead of greeting them.

Sarah let herself in, “we wanted to surprise you! You’ve wanted this vacation for a while, and we thought you’d want company!”

She really didn’t want company, but she put a smile on her face anyway.

-

After spending the whole week with Brendon and Sarah, y/n was exhausted. She only got a real break from the two when she was at the conference. They had both wished her luck that morning and went back to giggling under the blankets of their shared bed.

Now she was back in Los Angeles, and she was so fucking happy to go back to normal.

However, they didn’t necessarily go back to normal. Brendon spent a lot more time at her apartment than he used to. He started to initiate cuddling, press kisses to her cheek and hairline, and hugging her more than he used to. She started to see more of Sarah, as well. She did it more subtly. She bought y/n drinks and take her to fancy restaurants, surprises her with jewelry and takes her shopping, anything really.

All y/n wanted was for one of them to say something.

And when she least expected it, Brendon did.

“Have you ever wanted to lose your virginity?” Brendon asked during a movie one day. y/n shrugged, she couldn’t say she was surprised, she knew he would ask eventually.

“I guess,” she sighed, “its just not something I really let myself think about. I never thought anyone would… y’ know, want to. And I’m 28, no one wants to date a virgin at my age.”

“Don’t say that,” he took her hand in his. Recently, it had been his sign of comfort to lace his fingers with hers and rub his thumb along the back, “I already told you, me and Sarah love you…”

y/n couldn’t look up at him, she only stared at her fingers. She didn’t say anything, either.

“you never answered, you know,” he whispered, “let us take you on one date. A fancy restaurant, or a movie, whatever makes you least anxious.”

y/n shook her head. The feeling of drowning, even before saying yes, was obvious. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and had to remind herself how to focus on the feeling of his hand in hers.

“or, we can keep it low key, not label it… just the three of us?”

“um… okay..” y/n thought, “no labeling, just… just us. Let’s go see the new Jumanji.”

“That sounds perfect,” Brendon smiled down at y/n.

Maybe her future did belong to her.

#brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie #brendon urie imagine #brendon urie x reader #sarah urie x reader #sarah urie imagine

[hysteriium]

Karma’s a Bitch; {1}

// Deal With the Devil // 

Steady hands met with the flesh of a tense bicep. An arm you knew by now would never relax despite your genuine reassurances.

With one scarred, blind eye and the other distant, refusing to look at you, it was always difficult to tell if he was in the present moment; aware. Or, if the infamous man was miles away, thinking — perhaps about what he’d do to you now if you messed up.

Though, maybe that was your anxiety talking.

Michael definitely wasn’t the nicest patient, there had been plenty of incidents over the years. Fatal ones. Yet, much to doctor Sartain’s persistence, Michael remained in the facility. It wasn’t ethical, but hey, you needed to get paid and so you tried your best to please everyone. Do your job for your boss, Sartain, and take care of Michael, since you were the only nurse who he allowed near him.

You wouldn’t say Michael trusted you. You figured he was quite unacquainted with the notion, yet you knew that he at least tolerated you. Seeming as you hadn’t been slammed against the wall, your brains splattering and contrasting against the blinding whiteness that coated the entire facility, this was a clear fact. A morbid, gory masterpiece that would almost belong in a museum; its message loud and clear.

With a gentle hum, you wrapped the measuring instrument around his arm. It wasn’t a daily process, but one that had to be performed every so often. It was a strict regulation with patients, especially with precious Michael (as your boss would so kindly emphasise), to ensure each patient was fit and healthy.

As you sat across from him, your gentle humming signified your distance from present-tense, your mind flickering elsewhere — dangerous. As your movements went into automation, you were too dazed to notice Michael slowly moving his head towards you; expression vacant, with no evidence of a human being residing within the flesh. It was only after completing the small task of writing down Michael’s scores when you stopped. Michael’s comparatively larger hand had halted you, your pen falling to the ground in a series of taps. It was a firm grip; you could never envision the man being gentle. It was a hold that signified if you made it difficult, there’d be no hesitation in ending your pathetic, significantly weaker, life.

Steady heartbeats morphed into that of panic, a hammering stampede. Taking in the new bits of information, you looked down at the man sitting before you, his gaze spilling into your own with such intensity it was hard to keep your eyes from saccading away. It had the capacity to turn even the hardest men into stone, like that of the great gorgon, Medusa. A flame lay within those dead eyes, ones that harboured the burning desire to kill.

“M-Michael?” Your voice came out as a pained whimper, and if he hadn’t had any indication you were bat shit terrified before, (which you doubted), he sure as hell knew now.

He could smell fear from a mile away.

His grip tightened at the sound of your small voice, the pullback of his arm forcing you closer to him with your faces mere inches apart. The action forced your eyes shut, and you felt your face involuntarily scrunch up in fear as you waited for impending doom. The atmosphere was suffocating, your body hot and tingling with adrenaline as the laboured breathing of your former patient, and soon to be murderer, triumphed. Its flow tickled the base of your neck, strands of your hair softly swaying against his harsh respire.

When you mustered enough courage to look, with the seconds speedily turning into minutes, you opened one glassy eye, tears pricking at the corners and threatening to spill. You weren’t sure which was more horrifying; getting hurt — and perhaps murdered by Michael — or the absence of pain that virtually seemed impossible to associate with the infamous man.

Then, as unexpected as it was abrupt, his strong hand released you.

Curious beyond articulation as to what the fuck happened, you didn’t need to be assaulted twice to know when to scramble out of there. Speedily you exited. Shaking hands collected your equipment before locking his cell. With no interest to look behind you, into the small window his cell had, you failed to witness his gaze still upon you, remaining that way until you completely vanished from view.

But, although you couldn’t see it, you sure as hell felt it.

——————

It had been days, perhaps a couple of weeks, since the incident and you hadn’t been back to see Michael. Despite your bosses protests and his covert empty threats, he was unable to get you back to your regular routine. Treating regular, less murderous patients was now your daily experience, and to be honest, you were much happier.

Living was currently an attractive state of being to you, so you were trying your best to avoid anything that could potentially endanger that. With Michael being the angel of death, it was obvious you would avoid him at all costs.

As for Michael, ever since the incident, he had been attacking the new nurses sent to him (attacks that hadn’t resulted in deaths, yet), or remained as uncooperative as possible. You’d be on shift, minding your own business until the piercing shrieks and cries of Michael’s next victim filled your ears. After awhile it became routine, and you instantly knew where the source was. You’d often see nurses with bruisings on their body, arms, legs, cuts from where he dug in his nails — and most commonly, bruising around the neck. It was particularly heartbreaking, especially since you had been one of the lucky ones; to put up with Michael for such a long time and to be able to continue on your day without an incident was a luxury. You weren’t entirely sure why that was the case. Either way, it didn’t stop the injured nurses' filthy looks whenever another staff member was assaulted, as if you had something to do with it; as if you had some kind of hold over Michael.

No one could control Michael, he was his own person.

Perhaps the violence was his silent protest to get you to return, you weren’t sure and you didn’t want to know. What you did know, however, was that Michael’s poor behaviour only worked to exacerbate the doctor's desperate pleas to return to Michael. He didn’t want the state to get any ideas, and he wanted to keep Michael in his clutches for as long as he possibly could. It was his primary objective, as he had once so nicely conceptualised. Sartain, someone you’d describe as a borderline madman, was still convinced he’d get groundbreaking research from Michael.

Delusional.

You were in one of the equipment rooms, ready to attend to another patient when Sartain strode in, his long lab coat floating in behind him. He made his way to you in long strides, eyes hard and focused with determination, peering into your own like an owl on cocaine.

Without even hearing him speak, you knew what this was about.

“No—“

“Hear me out, (Y/n)!”

“I’m not doing it—“

“He’s attacked another one miss (L/n). They’re transporting him in a few days and I need to know this won’t end up in failure. I need you there.”

You froze, biting your lip in thought, the bitter, metallic taste of blood only seemed fitting as you crossed your arms, contemplating the pros and cons.

The doctor not receiving an answer, interpreted your silence as a small victory, choosing to elaborate.

“He’ll be incredibly secured, chained up and driven in one of our busses. Nothing will go wrong, I can assure you that.”

You definitely needed a chance to think about it. Were you really going to endanger the lives of others just for your own comfort? It was a difficult decision that needed careful thought.

“I’ll be raising your pay, and it’ll be the last time you get to see Michael.”

Nevermind.

“Resorted to bribing now, sir?” You finally spoke up, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He shot you a playful smile, “so I’ll take that as a yes?”

Releasing a sigh, you slowly nod your head, barely believing what you were agreeing too.

“Okay, yes. Only if you’re certain it’s safe.”

“Utterly, and completely.”

As his smirk widened, happy at his win, you couldn’t help but feel like you were making a deal with the devil. A deal you felt you’d totally, and wholey, regret.

If only you knew how right you were.

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Hey guys! This is my first three-shot / miniseries? Idk what to call it lmao. But I hope you enjoy! I'm really happy with how some of it turned out, I hope my characterisation of Michael is somewhat realistic. I don't particularly believe the narrative that he's completely unfeeling and further, incapable of feeling. I certainly do think due to the environment he grew up in (in the sanitarium), he was unable to really express and develop said emotions. With the added mixture of Loomis, and his psychobabble (he really needs his licence revoked), I really don't think that helped him lmao and this obviously added to the myth of 'The Shape'. Although Michael's emotions would be hard to access and even draw out in the first place, I still think it's possible that he'd feel some sort of affections for someone? It'll be very hard though. I also believe if he were to start feeling things for someone, he'd definitely be very confused, and it would lead to a lot of emotional outbursts, particularly anger - rage even - because of how unfamiliar it is; also due to how anger and rage are so "normal" for lack of a better word, he'd try his hardest to regress/revert back to some sense of familiarity. Though like how it is for most, repression of emotions really doesn't work, and this would thereby manifest itself as intense bouts of possessiveness and jealousy. Idk that's just my opinion and my own interpretation, I could be really fucking wrong lmao but I guess that's the beauty of writing. Anyway, Jesus, I'm rambling, I'll be surprised if anyone even reads this lmao. Thank you for reading if you did, I love you and I hope you enjoy!

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[omgokiguess]

wow guys i just got out of rehab today

first of all. it was so terrible except for some of the people there. but also a couple of the people there really sucked too.

the staff was TERRIBLE. they were literally so mean and power hungry. i was friends with basically every patient (except for the few shitty ones) and was really nice to them.... like i took in this innocent 20yo girl who started calling me her big sister and i helped this 21yo girl so much with her anxiety..... like i took care of everyone that i could and i stuck up for everyone that the staff treated like shit. and the staff was so fucking rude to me. the whole staff said so many times “we have no problem giving you extra phone time/computer time to take care of things like work, aftercare, legal problems, financial problems, etc” but literally every single time i asked to call work or call my lawyer or anything i got a no. it literally took me two full weeks to get things straightened out with exelon and i literally got let go from anthro because they would just not let me get on the phone so that’s cool. i never once was able to speak to my lawyer or my pre-trial officer. neat. also i got in a pretty heated fight with this one bitch employee who told me i was disrespectful because i asked her superior to open the laundry room for me because i had my period and needed new underwear out of the dryer. we were like screaming at each other and she ended up being sent home for four days. two guys actually ended up leaving randomly and left all their shit including their phones and wallets. that’s how bad the staff was.

the doctor was really good and knowledgeable and helpful and i really liked him. he was really chill. but i do have to say he really was pushing meds on not just me but everyone. i didn’t get on any meds though, and honestly one of the nurses congratulated me for not getting on meds when i left. i thought it was fucked up that i was the only person not on meds. we’re just alcoholics.... there’s no way we’re all fucking psychotic or something. nobody was on less than 2 meds besides me and i would say the average number of different meds was about 4 for somebody my age.

the staff just really frustrated me. it’s rehab so obviously there are a lot of rules for the sake of having rules and i honestly did not have a problem with the rules even though a lot of them were very silly. like you would not find me complaining about the unhealthy food, the fact that they said the gym would be open certain hours but was actually never open because they were “understaffed,” that our bathrooms were locked from 7:30am - 9:30pm and 25 people had to share two toilets, that there were essentially no covid-19 precautions, that somebody checked where i was every 15 minutes, that smoking a pack of cigarettes a day is okay but the juul is not, that i had to get the actual doctor to approve me using contact solution or allergy medication, or any other stupid thing they enforced. i literally only complained about the fact that i couldn’t talk to my employer(s), couldn’t talk to my lawyer, couldn’t talk to my pre-trial officer, couldn’t figure out my aftercare, couldn’t call my therapist, and that the staff spoke to me like i was either an idiot, a delinquent, or like i was a bitch.

i did put up one little stink though. this bitch that worked there, if we were in our rooms, when she checked on us she didn’t knock she just fucking opened up the door, so i decided to just chill in my room and read in the nude one day cause i knew she would just open the door without knocking... and wouldn’t it be fun for her to have to deal with the sight of my entire bush..... so i went for it lmao. she told the entire staff that she walked in on me LOL and the “director of operations” (this woman is truly a dumb cunt) asked my roommate, who was a 45 year old MD from lake forest, if she wanted to switch roommates (???) and dr. nancy my hero was like “um no i actually lucked out with erin and also diana should learn to knock.”

anyway, nancy and brittany my two fave people, left on the same day which really sucked but whatever. then sam left which also whatever... i loved her too. and then..... oh god i hate to admit this so much.... but then michael came in. he made it in 3-ish days before i left.

i literally have NO IDEA why this would be, but okay the protocol is before you go to rehab you go through alcohol detox in the hospital, so i was an inpatient in the hospital for 5 days. i slept through most of that because they put me on valium for those 5 days so that I wouldn’t experience the hells of alcohol withdrawal. i’m glad i was asleep for most of it though because there was nothing at all to do, they had like 3 different crossword puzzles and no TV but as it turns out..... i wasn’t in the alcohol detox section of the hospital.... for some reason they put me in the psychotic wing..... there were only 6 patients total in that wing and i was the only person living in reality. one woman escaped the hospital because she thought her husband was telling her to leave, and the other 4 men were handcuffed to their beds. i was the only person in there with any sense of reality, and i had gotten there in the middle of the night so i was unaware of other wings in the hospital. on my last night there, they moved me to “2 north” aka the normal alcohol detox wing, which probably had 100 people in it. so in the morning we all had breakfast together and i was like WHAT THE HELL..... I COULD HAVE MADE FRIENDS HERE.... and that’s when i met michael. i knew him for like a full 90 minutes total in inpatient but we were literally instant best friends. we met because some old men were telling me jokes trying to get me to laugh and he was sitting nearby and he was like “so how old are you like 35?” and i was like “you’ve got to be kidding me fuck you....” and he was like “yeah lol i’m kidding” and i was like playing back, like “so how old are you like 45?” cause he looked about 30 and he was like “yes” and i was like okay bullshit so he showed me his hospital band and it said 45..... and i was like okay this is ridiculous. anyway he had been to the rehab i was going to before so he told me about it and he gave me a note for sam and i just thought he was really cool. he was getting ECT treatments which is “a treatment most commonly used in patients with severe major depression or bipolar disorder that have not responded to other treatments. ECT involves a brief electrical stimulation of the brain while the patient is under anesthesia.” aka it’s literally where they put those diodes on your brain and shock you. he got 16 treatments. i thought he might end up back in rehab with me. but he spent like 2 full months in inpatient which is super abnormal, almost everyone is there for exactly 5 days like me. anyways

so michael shows up right before i leave and the big question is WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME...... i spent like 3 days with him nonstop and we can probably all see where this is going but.... this dumbass of course falls for him....???? there were some cuties in rehab and i had NO INTEREST in any of them but idk michael is just kind of.... the personality i’ve been looking for.

couple problems. 1. i have a boyfriend. 2. michael is 5′6″ .... (???) .... 3. i cannot get his fucking stupid smile out of my head and i’m hoping i was just sexually deprived for weeks and this is just a dumb thing BUT

idk my boyfriend like made all these promises of things he was going to do for me while i was in rehab and he kind of didn’t follow through on any of them. i really basically only told him and my sister that i’m going to rehab and my sister lives in boston and so i kind of assumed he would do the things he promised he would do, which clearly was stupid on my part. i can’t rely on him. i should have learned that by now... if i want something done i have to do it myself. i didn’t even ask very much of him. he basically promised four things. 1. he would take care of my guinea pigs. 2. he would check on my car to be sure it doesn’t get impounded 3. he would clean my room before i get back and 4. he would bring me the stuff i need (contact lenses to fucking see, hairbrush, tampons, other necessities) since they wouldn’t let me leave hospital care between detox and rehab. the only one of those he did was take care of my guinea pigs, which is essentially nothing because he goes to whole foods every day and his MAID cleaned their cage.

and idk, we were allowed 10 minutes of combined computer and phone time a day (which is literally nothing), and i always called him and ignored the computer because i thought he would want to hear from me and i would want to hear from him too, but at least 30% of the time i left phone time upset and crying. i mean i was turning my whole entire life around and it took him 13 days just to check to see that my car wasn’t impounded, and he had the audacity to complain that he was overwhelmed with all the stuff he had to deal with on my behalf even though it was literally just feeding my guinea pigs and then he had his own work shit. i suspect he’s taking more adderall than he should again. but i can’t even complain. his dad found the lawyer that may end up saving my life. 

and anyway. he never ended up cleaning my room (he wasn’t even gonna clean it himself, he was going to hire someone to clean it and he couldn’t even do that even though he promised. i don’t need it i just kind of thought he was gonna keep his promise), and it took him 5 days to bring me the stuff i need. i kept in one pair of dailies for 5 days (i wore my last pair over from detox) and went blind for 2 days. my rehab was only 20 minutes from his house, a straight shot on the never-crowded 294. i left him with all of my debit cards and pins too, and bank logins so that he wouldn’t have to pay for anything i needed. 

and idk then when i talked to him, whenever i complained about rehab he would just kind of be like “this is why you should have gone to PSI” which is where he went to rehab for marijuana.... which costs and arm and a leg because his dad will pay for anything for him and he doesn’t understand that i’m paying for this myself. and i didn’t want some cushy rehab. i mean yeah i didn’t want the staff to be such a load of cunts but i didn’t want his cushy frilly rehab experience. i would have really liked my program if there had just been better people working there. and he wanted to talk about my sobriety so much and like.... i don’t want to talk about it with him. idk in his head i think he thinks i’m taking his exact same journey and like i’m NOT. like it’s not even the same drug. he acts like he totally understands and it’s like... yes there is a lot he understands but there’s a lot that’s different and there’s no way ANY two patients ever went through the exact same thing, ESPECIALLY when it’s different drugs!!!!

and i’ve been with him since about 1p today (he was late to pick me up, it was supposed to be noon, which he promised he wouldn’t be late, and him being late was also something i brought up a lot in rehab because it caused me so much stress..... i just KNEW he was gonna be late and it caused me a lot of anxiety and i told him this so much and he was still late) (and anyway the point here is).... i’ve been with him since 1 and he just keeps saying weird stuff about alcohol. which is EXACTLY why i didn’t want anybody to know i was going to rehab. like after eating hospital food for weeks i wanted to go to a nice restaurant and most nice restaurants serve alcohol.... which is FINE like i was not gonna drink.... but he kept saying things like “we probably shouldn’t go to a pub” or “lake forest food and wine hmm better not go there” and it’s like..... i’m fucking HUNGRY i purposely didn’t eat the hospital food because i wanted to eat good food and it took us till 2:30pm to get somewhere because he felt the need to beat around the alcohol bush.... and every time alcohol came up in conversation (which just HAPPENS because that is how life is....) he’d be like oh sorry shouldn’t mention that and it’s like I CAN HANDLE IT..... i literally finally said to him “wow I’m so glad I didn’t tell anyone i went to rehab because if everybody talked to me the way you’re talking to me that would make me want to drink”

and also right before i went to rehab i told him i was afraid i wasn’t going to like him anymore if i was sober. and boy was i right. and adding michael in did not fucking help. i told myself i would never like somebody fucking shorter than me but i can’t fucking help it. i’ve never liked people for their looks anyway and his personality is just fucking perfect. i can’t get his voice and his smile out of my head. and i trust him to be sober. i really do. this was his first relapse in five years, and he only spent one month drinking before getting help. and i think we could be sober together. 

idk maybe i was just so sex deprived that i was just horny or something. i don’t know.

i start online intensive outpatient tomorrow at noon. this week i have it wednesday thursday and friday but it’s gonna be different every week and somebody is going to at least speak with me every day. i’m doing it through derek’s practice and i told him to make sure i have a lot of homework.

i’m not sure how or when i’m going to get back to work. i don’t even really care though. i can always get another job. and after talking to my sister and working through some therapy at rehab, i almost think it’s best to move anyway. i think it would really help me to get away from my parents.

idk. my life is just so in limbo right now. i can stay on FMLA leave for 3 months and on my upcoming court date, that will mark one month. i think it might be wise to use the whole three months. it also might not be wise though because i need things to do. maybe if i could just get back to anthro.....

anthro terminated me in the weirdest way and i think my lawyer can get my job at anthro back for me with a simple letter. that might be the best thing for me right now. 

not to mention.... i haven’t been back to my apartment yet but.... the gold coast has been destroyed. i don’t know what i’m going back to at this point. this is really sad sad sad to say but i don’t think i will be living downtown chicago anymore, once i find some other solution or once this lease expires, i’m leaving. maybe i’ll stay in chicagoland but probably not. if i do stay in chicagoland i’m gonna be living in the suburbs. but i think it only makes sense to get out of here. i think it makes sense to go to the southeast. florida or atlanta or north carolina or virginia. california is always on the mind too but to move there i think i need to be really really confident in my sobriety.  

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december book round up

happy new year’s everyone! i had a pretty good book year this year; completed my goodreads challenge and surpassed it to boot, with a total of 148 books read. 10 less than last year, but still pretty good! :) i read 15 books in december that i’ll talk about now; i’ll hopefully post a yearly round up talking about the best and worst of 2019 some time today. also i’m not sure why goodreads has ballsed up the order but chronin was my last book of the year, not mstsk.

gideon the ninth - tamsin muir ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ very good, just, really good, i had a GOOD TIME with this book. very appealing to me specifically in the way stories about deep loyalty between two people often are. i loved all of the houses in some way, but especially i love gideon and her two lesbian brain cells. a reread is probably necessary for me to wrap my head around all of the world-building/magic/necro stuff but it was all very good. really looking forward to the sequels.  

being hers - anna stone ⭐️⭐️ lesbian bdsm romance between a grad student and a high-powered businesswoman. wasn’t particularly good, but also i didn’t hate it.

introducing mr. winterbourne - joanna chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️ reread from earlier this year. really cute story of historical romance with a couple who have great chemistry.

mr. winterbourne’s christmas - joanna chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ lysander and adam’s story continued a year or more later. i love house party stories; the ensemble cast thing really works for me somehow. this was super fun, really cute, and the women who i thought were lesbians turned out to indeed be lesbians. yaaaaas.

how to blow it with a billionaire - alexis hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ reread in preparation to read the last book of the series. now that i’ve read them all i think this is definitely my favourite, just for how tender it is, and the time they spend getting to know each other and how fucking nerdy caspian is.

how to belong with a billionaire - alexis hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ last book in the series. THEY GET HEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!! i have to reiterate that billionaire romances aren’t my thing, and it’s only because i like alexis hall so much and i trust him that i gave this a chance. i’m glad i did. this third book took a few turns i wasn’t expecting, and the long periods of separation made me SO SAD. i loved what it said about abuse and recovery and kink. i just hated that the abuser didn’t die lol.

underground airlines - ben h. winters ⭐️⭐️⭐️ dystopian novel about a timeline in which abraham lincoln was assassinated way before he actually was in real life, and slavery was never abolished in the us (or other places? the book was very NA centric). now, in the 21st century a group of southern states known as the hard four still have legal slavery, and our protag is a black former slave working as a bounty hunter for the gov’t to capture runaways. my biggest problem with this novel is that it seems to cast ol’ abe as The Most Important Reason Why Slavery Was Abolished and because he never got the chance to do what he did then we’re supposed to think it’s completely believable that it never got abolished countrywide. i’m simplifying a lot of things in the book of course, but man, i couldn’t get over that. otherwise: neat premise, skilful writing, tender in unexpected ways. couldn’t help but headcanon the protag as queer.

life in bits - harper bliss, t.b. markinson ⭐️⭐️ contemporary lesbian romance. a successful photographer returns to her home town to convalesce after suffering a stroke; has a fling with a cute nurse that quickly turns into something more. i... didn’t really like it lol. :/ and i usually like harper bliss books a lot! idk how the authors handled the co-writing, but i didn’t like the writing style, and the main character just wasn’t appealing. and she was a grumpy older dyke which is usually CATNIP to me!! i just wasn’t interested in them as people, or in their relationship.

his cocky valet - cole mccade ⭐️⭐️⭐️ contemporary m/m romance about a spoilt rich kid who’s suddenly propelled to the top of his father’s business empire under traumatic circumstances, and the valet he hires who helps him keep his life on track. tropey as heck, but in a good way. got super intense kink-wise, in a way i didn’t exactly enjoy, but i think it was a good read overall

fake fiancee - clara reese ⭐️⭐️ f/f romance, two friends pretend to be fiancees but then fall in love for real. dawn needs to keep her uncle’s inheritance, which will allow her to open a home for battered women. her contractor gina has a sick brother who needs surgery. they pretend to be engaged to satisfy the will, and profit! cute, tropey in exactly the way i like, but the writing just didn’t have anything to recommend to it. hot tho.

borealis investigations 1-3 - gregory ashe ⭐️⭐️⭐️ two best friends operating a private detective agency that specialises in cases that involve the lgbtqia community. the best thing about this series was the chemistry between north and shaw. it was SO GOOD and the slow burn that moved them from best friends to lovers was CHEFS KISS so good. and all the delicious mutual pining. the mysteries in all three books were competent enough. kept me guessing. and i like ashe’s writing style and humour! but there were so many irritating things. an almost all lily-white cast in the first book (which is fine! write what you know!) with one single black character who was of course, predatory, evil and lusting after the innocent white boy. lots of little “haha sjws” moments (mostly involving pari, their indian temp whom i loved, but man she got done dirty) . making fun of neo-pronouns. fights about nothing to induce drama. and the writing style started to grate on me at some point. it’s frustrating because i could have so easily LOVED these books. instead i just liked them.

my sister, the serial killer - oyinkan brathwaite ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ mystery/thriller set in nigeria. korede is the quintessential long-suffering older sister to ayoola. ayoola is beautiful beyond words, gets all the attention, and everyone thinks she can do no wrong. but korede knows better, because ayoola has a bad habit of killing her boyfriends, and calling korede to help her clean up the mess. oops! the book starts with her third murder. i loved this; predictable in some ways, but well written, wsitty, and very engaging because of the culture and these terrible wonderful characters.

chronin volume 2 - alison wilgus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ conclusion to the chronin two-parter; a fun time travelling romp that grabbed me by the whole heart. mirai struggles to confront the events that have transpired in this new past, has some revelations, and saves the damn day. i’m so glad this was my last book of the year, purely for how HAPPY it made me. i read the last forty or so pages with my hand on my heart. 

and that’s it for december, and 2019! it’s been an up and down year for me personally, but it’s been a good year in terms of books. really happy that i’ve been able to continue reading a lot; reading was the love of my teenage years and reconnecting with that, with just the love of getting lost in a book for a few hours... it’s great. admittedly i read a lot of schmoopy gay romance but hey guess what? romance novels are good actually.

for 2020 i hope to read more of my two other loves, science fiction and fantasy. and if i can get scifi and fantasy that’s also gay, even better! like i said i’ll post my yearly round up later today hopefully, but if you’re interested, here’s my year in books from goodreads in the mean time.

currently reading my first book of the decade: a land so wild by elyssa warkentin.

#book talk #long post

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- How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals? Most times they end up falling asleep with each other and waking up with Rayquelle in Eron’s hold due to the nightmares she has she seeks the comfort and warmth! DAILY RITUALS UH YEAH they try to go out at least once a day and have a ‘date’ and stargaze. It’s a way for them to relax, be in each others presence but not have to worry about others.

- How’s their team work? Do they share well? Ray is a very independent woman but since joining the resistance she has had to partake inmore team activities. Eron understands her Hesitance and works with it or around it so they can get their task done without making her uncomfortable. 

- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection? Ok so this is a big thing. In the beginning stages of their relationship no one knows hell not even they really do. Eron needs alot of trust because of the walls around him and the second layer around his heart and Ray respects that. He tore hers down before she go into his so thats something she has to accept. They don’t really come out about their relationship I think ever it just kind of becomes natural and people start to see the looks in their eyes when they look at each other. Public display of affection follows the same rules and I actually think Eron is the first to break that (I answered an ask like this) Where he would have to make the conscious decision to partake in PDA.

- First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight? NO IT WAS NOT! So when they first met they payed no mind to each other however, they don’t really count it because it wasn’t anything big it was her introduction to the resistance when she was found. The real start for them was when he found her stargazing in a spot he thought no one knew about. Eron was probably unfazed at her but Ray was curious. He looked scary, not gonna lie maybe mean? But biggest of all. he looked almost... like he’d seen so much and it hurt him and she wanted to alleviate that because she too had that for herself.

- Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes? Ray for Eron: Love,Babe, Baby, Eldin, Honey, Dear, and her favorite My Stars Eron for Ray: Love, Babe, Baby,  (I’m sure more but YOU WONT GIVE ME MORE ALKDJ:LK)

- Any tasks that are always left to one person? Cooking is Ray’s thing she will fight for that!

- What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could? N O T H I N G! Both Ray and Eron treasure the other faults and all the only changes they want are to themselves. ( Ray also hates sometimes how he’s so tall she has to ask him to bend down for kisses sometimes)

- What do the like best about their partner? WOW uhm Ray loves everything but his heart is the best. He has been through so much seen so much yet still trusts her like he does and loves her like he does and that warms her to the core of her being. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.Now for Eron I don’t know if it’s what he likes best but i feel like it’s along the lines of a similar thing. She’s been a child of abuse and was flat out kidnapped yet still gives him so much even on her worst days. She always shows him hes loved and cared for and makes it known she treasures him above all else.

- Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death? Yes they do. They’ve discussed marriage and children especially. They both would like them and also don’t want them.

- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? Drives; either Cooks; Ray Handiwork; either but usually Eron Clean; Both Pays the bills; Both handles the public; either

- Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries? RAY IS A FIRM BELIEVER IN HOLIDAYS YOU BET YOUR ASS ERON GETS SPOILED ON BIRTHDAYS WITH BOTH SEX AND FOOD AND PRESENS AND ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY OMG SHE GOES MAD WITH IT. She believes everyday you should celebrate your partner on days like those shes got the right to be everywhere with it

- Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon? S o weddings. Ray wants to marry Eron thats a fact. Will the get married? Thats a hard question because i feel like in the canon verse they never feel really a NEED too. They dont need a ring to tell them that they love each other. But in any AU with them as a ship or in a verse where they do get married. They don’’t want anything big only those important to them  their marriage is for them not their friends and family. Its about them giving themselves to each other. The proposal would be cute and heartfelt and could be as simple as Eron kissing her neck and just “I want to marry you...” or her after a night of him grounding her form a nightmare she just “I want you and me forever... let’s get married Eron”  The honeymoon? They dont need fancy yet again just each other. Take it as an excuse to give it all into each other with no interruptions

- What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up? THey both stargaze, Love shooting blaster, she loves just domestic cuddling , and they always when able eat together

- Anything they both dread? Becoming those they hate and losing those they love honestly those are the biggest. Ray’s TRUEST fear is Embrent will return and kill eron and force her back under his thumb

- How adventurous are they? Eron more so than Rayquelle haha I could see him guiding her around her hand in his as they explore things though

- Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat? Rayquelles poker face is absolute shit. 

- What would make them break up? Would it be permanent? UHM HONESTLY THE FEARS BECOMING TOO MUCH AND EVEN THEN THEY’RE BOTH LOYAL AF SO IDK IFIT WOULD RESULT IN A BREAK UP

- What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other? The dates they have are usually very mellow and no stress consisting of mainly stargazing or holovids and cuddling.

- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up? Arguments are almost none existent minor little battles of wit do happen but for the most part full arguments don’t! BUT on the occasion they do they get alittle emotional. Make up consists of lots of just quality time. maybe some sex who knows.

- What does their home look like? Their room? Their home thanks to Ray is clean and tidy with a set spot for everything! The same applies for their room.Their things are in no set sides of room for the most part its where ever it works

- Do they share any interests or hobbies? GUNS, KNIVES, STARGAZING, BEING PARENTS TO JAEDEN AND EVELLYN HAHA

- Does their work ever interfere with the relationship? Not in a serious method. It does spark some fear in both parties and there are nights where they get genuinely upset the other isn't there and have a horrible time sleeping. Unable to get a lick.

- How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort? listen they just soft bbs

- Any doubts about the relationship? Both have doubts because of their history but never about each other. The doubts stem of “They will leave me like everyone else” in Eron’s head and Ray is scared she will lose him like she lost her parents. The minute comfort finds her Embrent returns and kills Eron in front of her. But in Eron himself? She knows he loves her undoubtedly and that he will always. Now she can only hope he knows she feels the same. 

- How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

- How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families? Leia and Luke I imagine love that they’re so good for each other. Family on Ray’s front wel uhm.... like i said leia approves haha. Everyone in the base loves it because it softened Eron and brought Ray out more and shes more sociable.

- Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up? Well N love we both are kill happy for them in TROS SOOOOOO but i do want to write them being parents be it au or whatever UPDATE THEY HAVE A SON AND A DAUGHTER JAEDEN AND EVELLYN

- What are their vacations like? Together literally thats the thing. A vacation for them could be their bedroom. As long as they’re together

- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness? RAY INSTANT PANIC ON EMERGENCIES! They are both nurses when the other is sick haha

- Could they manage a long distance relationship? IT WOULD WRECK THEM they probs could but like alot of them is physical interaction and with her nightmares it would wreck eron watching that with nothing he could do to help. Ray loves to hug and cuddle him to tell him she LOVES him and not doing that and watching him have a rough patch? nope wrecked

- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something? They know when the other is hiding something eron especially but ray has gotten good at noticing for him. Another thing is with finishing sentences. Eron could probably but he doesnt engage in it much but shell do it whenever she can!

- Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous? They dont get into trouble really

- What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions? Ray gives presents when she feel like it tbh. They range from hobby based to food and anything in between. If she thinks of eron when she sees it its gift material.

- Do they have any pets? Eron best get his woman her own BB unit

- Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw? he brings out in ray allowing her to open up and she the best in him because they are actually

- What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness? The weakness is how much they self doubt themselves. they rely so heavily on each other that it may be SEVERELY detrimental if one dies

- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross? they would kill and die for another

- What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? They both have a think for oral so there’s a fair bit of it haha. Ray has an immense thing for praise in the bedroom so often when they have sex its very personal and intimate full of declarations of love and eron calling her a good girl ;) they can get kinky but like thats a whole other think im sure

- Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love? Uhm ray accidently confessed so she started it, Eron probably kissed her first one of the they just stared at lips until someone took that plunge

- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? Ray wants to take him to what she was told was her home so she can find out more about her childhood. Other than that none that i can think of in terms of places. OH! Their stargazing spot!!! Special memories though their first time kissing, with each other intimately, ALSO A memory eron will never forget is walking in on his lady cooing to their daughter promissing her so much in life.

- Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often? They aren’t big party goers but they still enjoy a good drink with friends. Ray is HYPERSEXUAL when drunk and kind of a hyperactive person

- Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them? HAHAHAHnope they will not hesitate to call shit out

- Do they talk often? yes!

- Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for? They trust each other with their life and most things are open but there may be nights where they need the privacy on emotions and just need to be in their mind for a bit. the other always respects it.

- Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets? heartbreaks and regrets are still up in the air with them they still have time to grow but dreams? well ray wants to have a family. which they later get.

#YOU COULD NEVER BOTHER ME LOVE #[✥] ( answered ask // ╯❛ Here is what I say ❜╰ ) #(⭐️ ich habe Hoffnung gewonnen als ich mich in dich verliebt habe ⭐️) Eron Skywalker || hopegained #(⭐️ Ich sehe dich an und alles verschwindet ⭐️) Eron & Rayquelle #hopegained

[scarlette-joel-writing]

Something New Pt. 2

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Reader 

Request:  The reader is an avid baker and is married to some pos, and bucky is a doctor (or a medical practitioner) and they end up having an affair and yeah idk how you’d want to end it but that’s a start

Warnings: Language, Emotionally (and physically) abusive relationship, talk of (rough) sex, eventual smut.

Word Count: 1.89k

Part 1  Part 2

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Everybody has that one thing that they are known for. That one thing that makes them shine and stand out in a crowd. For some people it is their ability to sing. Or their ability to learn languages. Maybe it is their drawing and painting skills that sets them apart from the rest. Or it can be something as simple as their smile that sets that makes them who they are.

My thing? My thing is baking.

It has been a passion of mine since I was a young girl. I learned from my mother who learned from her mother and so on and so forth. A tradition that has been passed down the line as song as my family can remember and it is a tradition that I am proud to be a part of. I love to create and make new things whenever I can. I use the old recipes that have been handed down for generations, but I am also creating new things each and every day. Trying to figure out what combinations work well together and what doesn’t.

My grandmother opened a bakery with her husband when she was pregnant with my mother back in 1969. The goal was that my grandma Rosy would run the shop until my mother was old enough and then pass it onto my mom.

That didn’t happen. In 1988, my mom left for college, wanting to pursue a career as a lawyer. 4 years into her schooling, mom became pregnant with my sister. But that didn’t stop her. Her and dad picked up jobs and made things work. They worked even harder. 4 years later she came back to our big, rich town in upstate New York. She was officially a lawyer, was engaged to the man that is now known as my father, and she was 7 and a half months pregnant with me.

Mom had decided that being a lawyer was where her heart was, and not in a bakery. But she never forgot the recipes and she never stopped taking every chance she could to teach us how to bake. My sister Viv wasn’t as into the whole cooking and baking thing, but it was alright because I was enthusiastic about it enough for the both of us.

I was going to head to college when I was 18, to study what? I don’t know, but then my grandma Rosy got sick. She was 68 years old. My grandpa had died when I was a baby and that meant that there was no one to look after the shop when grandma got sick. Vivian was off in college and mom and dad were running a law firm that was growing more popular by the client. There was no one.

So I did what I knew needed to be done to keep the dream that my grandmother had alive. I said no to going to college and I stayed behind to run the shop. I was an 18-year-old girl who had no idea what she was doing or how to run a shop, but I knew that I was doing the right thing.

My grandmother died right before my wedding when I was 19. She was a strong woman but the Cancer was stronger.

“Mrs. Pierson, we have a bit of a problem,” the voice of my 16-year-old part time shop assistant Marie pulls me back to the real world. The real world in which I am standing at the counter of a bake shop, staring off into the distance like some sort of crazy person.

“Yes, sweetheart. What is it?” I thank the lord that the shop is pretty slow right now and lean away from the counter. When I look back at the young girl, she is covered in a nice neon blue shade of icing. The look on her face is pure horror.

“It’s the stand mixer again,” I cant help but laugh a bit as I head towards the back where the kitchen is ready and waiting for me. There are little specks of blue icing everywhere and I can hear the steady roar of the mixer that is older than dirt.

“Yea, she is really temperamental. You have to make sure that you turn the dial really slowly when trying to increase her speed. Otherwise, she gets all weird and freaks out on ya,” I try to avoid being hit by the neon blue icing as I make my way across the kitchen. Marie is behind me and both of us look like we are attempting to calm a wild horse. Crouched low and moving slowly so we don’t frighten the poor beast.

Apparently that tactic doesn’t work. Just as I am about to get to the dial to turn the thing off, it increases its speed tenfold, and suddenly my face and shirt are absolutely covered in neon blue icing. And of course, this was the day I decided that I was going to look classy and wear a black blouse. I go reaching for the dial blindly, considering that there is now blue icing in my eyes, and instead of hitting the stand mixer, I accidently move to the left and hit the bowl of flour that Marie had been using to make the cupcakes.

“Go pull the plug for the mixer!” I yell out and not 20 seconds later, I hear the beautiful silence fall over the kitchen. I stand up and rub the icing out of my eyes and when I Look at the kitchen, I am mortified. There is blue icing and flour everywhere and most of it is on me. I turn around to Marie and as soon as she sees me, she begins to laugh.

Her laughing causes me to laugh and suddenly we are standing in the middle of the kitchen. Laughing our asses off because we both have blue icing and flour all over us.

“Well, at least now we actually look like we belong in a bakery,” she smiles at me again and I laugh as I wave her off to go get cleaned up as much as she can. She takes her leave and heads upstairs to the little apartment/break room that we have up there, as I begin to clean up the mess.

And then I hear the bell from the front door. Shit.

“Hello? Anyone here?” I contemplate just not going out there and hoping that the man, because it is clearly a man with that voice, will just go away. But then I realize that that is a customer and I need the money. So, I take a second to compose myself, and step out to the front of the shop, covered in flour and icing.

And I am met with the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. Hands down, no doubt about it. A strong jawline and just the right amount of scruff to look absolutely amazing without actually feeling like it is unkept. He is tall, much taller than I am, and he has a very serious look about him. He holds himself well and the way that he saunters around the shop shows everyone who sees him that he knows what he has and he knows that youre looking at him. He looks like the kind of man that doesn’t smile all of the time. He is wearing a navy-blue button up shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination about the muscles that he is sporting underneath that shirt. Black slacks, a black belt, and black dress shoes to finish the ensemble. He is a man with some power behind him. No doubt about it.

“How can I help you?” my voice startles him and when he looks at me, I seem to catch him off guard for a moment. That is understandable considering I look like I just killed Casper the friendly ghost and his little buddy Smurf. He takes a second longer to stare at me and then his face cracks into a wide smile.

I guess I was wrong about the whole smiling thing.

“Well hello to you too,” he laughs, which is the most gorgeous thing that I have ever heard, and then I watch at he lifts his left hand to run his fingers through his hair. I catch a glimpse of the metal and that is when I notice that his entire left hand is metal and not flesh. He seems to notice my staring. “Oh yea, forgot I was in a place where people aren’t used to my metal arm,” he chuckles a bit and I can feel the wave of embarrassment roll over me.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” I am stumbling over my words and my panic seems to make him laugh harder.

“No, its okay. Really. I had an accident when I was younger and I was lucky enough to find some people who made this metal arm for me,” he unbuttons the sleeve of his shirt and rolls it up to his elbow, and I can see the metal glistening under the light. It is magnificent. “It was actually the reason that I became a doctor,” he says it so nonchalantly.

“Doctor?” this man needs to stop talking. Every word he says just makes him more beautiful.

“Where are my manners? I am Dr. James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Dr. Barnes, but you can call me Bucky,” he reaches his hand out and I quickly wipe my flour covered hand on my jeans before I shake his hand.

“I am Y/N Pearson. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am guessing that you are new to town?” he nods his head and when I ask him what I can get for him, he tells me that he heard from a nurse down at the hospital that this was the place to get the best scones in town. I blush at the statement. “They are a homemade recipe. Been in the family for 100 plus years,” I grab two scones for him and place them in a bag, heading back over to the register.

“I am the new surgeon at the hospital. I am also kinda working as a resident doctor there, treating patients when need be,” I ring him up and he hands over the money, a smirk plastered on his face the entire time.

“Well you chose the perfect place to become a surgeon Dr. Barnes. All these rich old ladies will spend their fortunes to stay alive,” he laughs at the statement and takes the bag with the cherry scones in it. I notice that he glances at my wedding ring when he takes the bag from me.

“I hope to see you around sometime, Y/N,” he gives me another one of those signature smirks, and then turns to leave. I don’t get to say another word before he is out the door and I am standing alone, still covered in flour and icing.

I just talked to the most gorgeous man in the world while I was covered in fucking icing and flour. Awesome.

Marie comes back downstairs looking much cleaner than before and asks me if anything interesting happened while she was away.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

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[thankyoufinnick]

Cinna/Finnick AU

Well, I have one million fics in flight that will never be finished, and this is almost certainly one of them, so I figure I may as well give you a summary, since the entertainment value of that has to be somewhere above “an indefinitely long string of posts about writing fic that don’t actually result in fic for you to read.”

So this is Cinna/Finnick roommates fic, but this is in fact not the Cinna/Finnick roommates modern AU fic I just posted about. This is actually a serious business, canon-divergent fic!

Content warning: character death, dubcon drug use, addiction, codependence, PTSD, didn’t spell it out but I think we all know why Finnick can’t take it any more...

The story opens with Cinna testifying before a coroner’s court that he killed Finnick. They were having sex, Finnick was high, Finnick kept asking for another hit, Cinna knew he should tell him he’d had enough but could never say no to Finnick, Finnick’s heart stopped. Now the Capitol’s investigating: murder, suicide, or accidental drug overdose?

Cinna puts on a convincing portrayal of grief and Finnick’s complete mental incapacitation under the influence and general lack of good judgment, and the verdict comes back accidental overdose. Now, in theory, both Cinna and all of Finnick’s district, loved ones, and other D4s victors, are free from the consequences of depriving the Capitol of their favorite plaything. Shit happens, be more careful with your drugs, let this be a lesson to everyone.

But in practice, the government is capricious, and the socialites are very unhappy. Plutarch Heavensbee appears at Cinna’s door in the middle of the night, offering him an escape to an outlying district to lie low while he waits for things to blow over and another pretty young victor to come along. (Gag.)

Cinna, who feels guilty about his life of Capitol privilege, takes Heavensbee up on the offer, and Cinna goes to District Twelve to make ends meet as a tailor.

The train breaks down before it reaches the station, and Cinna’s escort says they’ll have to walk the rest of the way and inform someone. As he’s stepping off the train, Cinna feels something sharp, like a bee, jab him in the back of the neck.

He wakes up in a hospital bed, and he’s either hallucinating, or that’s really Finnick Odair standing over his bed, frantically demanding, “What was the verdict?!”

Turns out! Nineteen-year-old Finnick decided he couldn’t take it in the Capitol any more. He got in touch with District Thirteen via their moles in the Capitol and drove a bargain: critical military and political intelligence in return for assisted escape to District Thirteen, for him and the only guy in the Capitol he trusted to help him, and whose life he put at risk by including him in the plan: Cinna.

So D13 got together some drugs that mimicked death, Finnick spent the better part of a year laying the groundwork by developing a real addiction, and he made sure he was with Cinna when the apparently fatal dose was administered. He trusted Cinna to pull off an accidental overdose verdict if anyone could.

Then the doctor who officially declared him dead was friendly to the cause, and Finnick had framed someone else in advance to take the fall when his body disappeared.

Now Finnick and Cinna are in District Thirteen for life. They’ll never (as far as they know) see any of their loved ones again, but Finnick’s are safer now that they can’t be used as leverage for his good behavior in the Capitol. Finnick is apologetic that he couldn’t either tell Cinna about the plan or get permission to include him in the escape plan, but there was no safe way to do so.

And Finnick knew Plutarch wasn’t lying: even that verdict wasn’t totally safe for Cinna.

Cinna, who has been developing feelings for Finnick in the little time they’ve been able to spend together, and is, as we’ve seen, absolutely riddled with guilt at profiting off the blood and sweat of the districts, not to mention horrified at what Finnick’s been put through, readily forgives him and agrees Finnick did the right thing.

Now they’re living in District Thirteen.

Draft 1:

Finnick and Cinna have a chance to help fight back, in a few years the reader knows the war is going to break out, the end.

Draft 2

A badly traumatized and missing his family (mostly Mags) Finnick desperately wants to share a room with Cinna, the only person he knows and trusts. District Thirteen has rules, and you’re only allowed to pick your roommate if you’re married. But due to the population crash after the recent epidemic, non-fertile marriage licenses have been revoked. Maybe that’ll change in a decade or two, if the birth rate picks up.

Enter Doctor Aurelius, who I have made a kind and competent therapist. Out of concern for Finnick’s mental health, he talks Coin into a compromise, where she exempts refugees from the new fertile marriage law, on the grounds that refugees have already contributed to the population.

Aurelius also gives Cinna some serious counseling, along the lines of, “I know all your interactions with Finnick so far have been sunshine and roses, but there haven’t been that many, and you better know what you’re getting yourself into here, because a relationship with a deeply traumatized teenager is not the world’s easiest job.” And he strongly encourages Cinna to enter into proactive counseling if he goes through with the marriage.

They get married. Implication that it will be rocky but they’ll get their happy ending because they have support. The end.

Draft 3

Finnick's been going through the standard D13 program for tapering off drugs. He's doing well and looking forward to contributing to the resistance.

Buuuut. Coin is evil. She likes neutralizing rivals and threats. And a boy who won the Games at fourteen and by nineteen demonstrated he could negotiate special treatment from one government in order to bring down another government using information he gathered while spying on them is a definite potential threat.

So after milking him for the information he has, Coin goes on about how amazing Finnick's accomplishments are and how he's the only person whoever acquired a drug addiction on purpose to help District Thirteen out, and if he's still having cravings, they can repay him for his sacrifices by giving him a slower taper. Which, as you can probably guess, ends up being a taper up, so that Finnick is not figuring out that his new president is almost as despotic as the last one and deciding he needs to sleep with her underlings to gather information.

Finnick, instead, is perfectly happy with all the accommodations this helpful and supportive government is making for him, from being allowed to room with someone he's not married to, to a concerned nurse who's happy to prescribe anything he likes, to his wonderfully ever-present boyfriend/roommate, who lacks an official schedule tattooed onto his arm, and is thus free to keep an eye on Finnick while he's high as a kite, which is most of the time these days.

Because Cinna continues to be both guilt-ridden, confused about what's in Finnick's best interests, and manipulated by his therapist (who the reader figures out is the same happy-to-prescribe nurse who's working for Coin) into thinking that his instinct never to deny Finnick anything is much healthier than his better judgment that maaaybe Finnick spending all day in his room and never interacting with anyone except Cinna and the hospital staff is a bad thing? And Cinna is encouraged to be proud that his continued attentiveness is so good for Finnick's mental health. In a word, Cinna ends up in a totally codependent mindset, where the more Finnick depends on him, the better Cinna feels.

This is that predicament I was talking about. Because in my observation, people who don't want help, and live with their enablers, don't get help. Times one million, I imagine, if the government is invested in keeping them that way.

Because Snow never fully knew what Finnick was capable of, but he came to Coin with his hand played.

Lorata, this is pretty much the same reason you haven't been able to finish Rick & Lacy.

Part of the problem is that in order to make Cinna the love of Finnick's life, I set this before Annie, i.e. before the 70th Hunger Games. So it's a little over five years before any other victors come to D13. By making Finnick not the D4 tribute in 75, I can probably have Mags survive, possibly at Peeta's expense (I would really like to talk to someone who understands Katniss to figure out how she would react), but that's a really long time, and also almost certainly results in Finnick missing all the action. Because it's not like Mags shows up, Finnick's back to his old self in time to participate in the war. Which is good because he lives, but bad because that's a hell of a time skip and I'm not sure it's worth the payoff. It feels pretty anticlimactic, actually.

Plus there's the problem that in my head, whenever Mags does show up and start trying to convince Finnick that Coin did this to him, he's had five-plus years to rationalize to himself that it was his idea, that he's been through enough, that he's finally happy, and that after all he went through to protect her, she has no right to demand that he sacrifice himself yet again to this war. And there's a pretty interesting philosophical argument where she insists "he" doesn't want this, it's just the drugs that altered his brain chemistry, maybe irreversibly, and he asks, "If I'm perfectly sober and just enjoy this lifestyle, what on earth does it mean for there to be a 'me' that doesn't want this?"

So idk what to do. If there’s to be a literarily satisfactory solution, I feel like it has to come pretty early on.

Maybe, because Doctor Aurelius is in the picture, and Finnick's been having daily therapy with him during the first weeks after his arrival, I can have Finnick say something to him that causes him to get suspicious and say something that causes Finnick to realize what's going on...but, damn, this is complicated, y'all.

Here, have a summary instead.

#writing #hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair #cinna

[penxpaper]

The last week’s happenings:

Monday & Tuesday: Went by in a blur. I really don’t remember what I did except for cry a bit and listen to podcasts. Dad, Betty, and I went to Best Buy and Lowes to look at dish washer machines and shopped at Target...yeah, nothing significant

Wednesday: First day of subbing for Maria at a neurologist’s office. The doctor was saying he felt Maria kind of complicated stuff and he showed me how to basically check people in, schedule, and prep people’s forms they needed to sign (based on whether they’re a new patient, old patient, here for an EMG, etc). It was pretty easy stuff. He was pleasantly surprised and claimed that he guess he “got lucky.” That made me really happy. It was a great first day. 

After work, I went to get boba and meet Felix up for boba. He works for a nonprofit that wants to improve housing in my district. I talk to him about my views and concerns on housing and the neighborhood in general and he tells me about the organization and that they want to have a roundtable next September for everyone to discuss our ideas. I did not like him. He reminded me of know-it-all Billy and was very aggressive in trying to extract three people he could call that also live in the neighborhood. I would rather he not harass my fiends and I could tell my friends and have them contact him if they’re interested in taking part. But he was saying things like, “we’ll just sit here until you come up with more people.” and “I don’t believe you, let’s go through your phone contacts.” I get pissed after that. And when we leave, I try to shake his hand bye and he opens his arms and leans in for a hug. Yikes. I hope he goes back to Iowa soon. He’s too much.

Thursday: Try to take the bus to work since on Wednesday, moving my car every two hours was such a hassle. I miss my bus so I request an Uber Pool. I get a Chinese guy and we talk to each other for a while. Although the conversation was pleasant, some of his questions are pretty intrusive I felt. He asked “So you live around here?” twice. “What work do you do?” “What is your zodiac sign?”, “Do you want my number so we can stay in touch?” He tells me that he does Uber on the side but he owns a restaurant with his buddy near Sausalito. He only works there 3x/wk so he has extra time. Cool beans buddy but you don’t need to prove anything. You do you..

At work, I’m chugging away. It feels a lot like a combo of the wheelchair place and UCSF. Lots of medical records to upload, phone calls to return, scheduling to be done, registering new patients, gathering info, etc. However, I’m very happy that this experience in combination with my acupuncture place allowed me to get more experience scheduling people and receiving payments. Today there were a lot of technical issues but I pretty much got things done. It was a super easy day.

Friday: Finally bussed to work! I kind of like bussing because I get to go on my phone and read articles. Anyways, the Dr. said he really liked my energy and what are my plans for the future. He seemed to want me to work for him full time after Maria but I told him I’m looking for part time work (I really need to focus on studying for nursing exams). I started stressing because of course it made me wonder, “can I have a full-time job and study at the same time or not?”, “I still need to take one more class. Can I do and also hold a job?” I really need to figure things out so that come Monday, which is my last day, I will have a clear picture of what I will be able to do. I overheard him talking to someone today about the person that had been working with him for 10 years and suddenly quit. He told me due to personal reasons, she left abruptly. I think recently, I have developed a sort of lying radar and for some reason, my radar went up when he told me that. There’s definitely more to the story. On the phone, I heard him say, “I’m sure by now she has found a job that’s less stressful.” What a red flag. I wonder how much work he piled up on her. I definitely would not want a job where I had very little guidance and feel burdened by a bunch of different tasks. I know how that feels already so...idk. Just a big red flag.

After work, Kathleen, Diana, and I went to gym. We pretty much just talked. It was a very very key workout. After, we went to PPQ Noodlehouse and pigged on 5 spiced chicken noodle dish, and curry pork pho. Delicious! Diana wanted a ride home from Jacky so we went to a boba place where he and his friends were. Turns out his friend, who Jimmy introduced him to, is from our HS. And we met one of his HS friends. Forgot his name but he wants to work of a bit in SF and then move back to Sac and open his own start up.

Saturday: Jacky, Kathleen, Diana, and I went to Alameda County Fair! Before that, we made a trip to McDonalds and ate a pleasant meal of pico degallo sandwich (hella bomb!) and fries. We used up a bunch of coupons from their mcdonalds app and highway robbed the store. I’m sad we missed the animal petting farm but I really enjoyed the other shows we watch. We got to see pig racing, a hypnosis show, and we ate funnel cake. It was pretty fun just because the lively buzz of a fair just excites me and makes me feel like a kid again. On the car ride home, we karaoke to disney songs, and some oldies. Felt like a mini road trip.

Sunday: Woke up, made tacos for breakfast, and helped Rose make chicken stock so that we can have pho tonight. Did a bunch of dishes before heading out to the gym with Diana and Jacky. Today, Jacky showed us around the weight room and we did shoulders and arms because that’s the parts of my body I would like to work on (my list: shoulders, arms, back, core, and butt). Of course I feel intimated in the weight room because I don’t know how to use the machines. I learned a lot and am defiantly going to be using weigh machines more! I need a “my ideal body” model to motivate me. I really feel good after weight training so I’m going to try to fit those between my regular cardio and swimming. Rose is making the rest of the pho tonight. I’ll help Jennifer edit her essay, and I’ll study a bit of the science portion of the TEA test before turning in tonight :)