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#I’ll never be good enough for med school
thesungod · 1 year
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the problem is that at the end of the day i wanted to be a doctor but i don’t have the self discipline confidence academic capability courage and memory to go through medicine and residency and i’ll do physical therapy which is cool and i like it a lot but i wanted to be a doctor and i’m scared i’ll always be partially unsatisfied. maybe i should have changed field all together to numb the pain rather than choosing a career where i literally work with and see doctors all day. but i wanted to not starve lmao
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hugs4neth · 2 months
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We need to talk about how much physical disability affects your ability to function in a desk job/school. Especially pain. Like have you ever tried to write a proposal or essay while in pain? Or even just an itch?
It consumes your mind until you can’t focus on anything.
And yet we expect people with chronic pain to function at the same mental level as abled people. Like yeah I’m smart enough for this.
But have you ever tried to participate in a meeting with spikes on your chair? You know that sitting down is causing the pain, but if you stand up then it’s unprofessional and no one will take anything you say seriously. Every thought, every action has to complete with the constant chanting of pain.
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.
It never goes away, it never stops. It changes, sure. It wriggles around and it shifts and it ebbs and flows. But it doesn’t stop.
If I want to be productive, I have to take pain meds. But I can’t take them all the time because I’ll give myself stomach ulcers. The side effects for NSAIDs include dizziness, drowsiness, headaches, and long term use can cause permanent liver damage and affect your circulatory system.
Overdoses cause seizures, trouble breathing, and loss of consciousness.
But taking 2 tablets every 4 hours won’t last all day because you can’t take more than 6 tablets a day, and you should really only take four.
And the alternatives are pretty much all addictive. Doctors won’t prescribe them, and
Do you get it yet? There are no good options. There’s no escape. Pain is simply the constant.
Maybe you think the consistency would make it less noticeable, that you can acclimate to it. But pain is pain. Sure, I have a higher pain tolerance than most people. But that doesn’t make it go away. My 10 is higher than most people’s 10, but the 5 still hurts like hell. 1 out of 10 pain is still pain.
So please, let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about how physical disability affects non-physical activities too.
Edit: 7 days later I'm still trying to write the essay that triggered this post. 7 days later I'm in tears over this fucking essay because every single word I write causes me indescribable amounts of pain but I can't get an extension because no one ever talks about this, and I'm too young to have a disability, and I was able to do this a few weeks ago, and if I can't do this I'll never be able to do anything ever again because if I can't sit in bed and write an essay then I can't do anything because this was the last thing I had left, and if I can't do it now but I can do it in the future then I'll have been lying, and literally just typing this edit is making my pain worse but I have to be heard because otherwise I don't know what I'll do.
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monarchthefirst · 4 months
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Whump: Needle Trauma/New Caretaker
Whumpee’s stoic gaze was unsettling, to say the least. 
Doc gave them a reassuring smile as they lay on the table, but it was not enough to break the cold silence. Whumpee watched Doc’s every move with hawklike focus, their thin lips pressed together in firm calculation. Doc had never felt this judged since med school. 
One of the nurses was pulling on blue latex gloves to begin the examination and Doc was sure he caught a shiver from Whumpee at the sight of them. He had had patients who were triggered by blue latex gloves. The mere smell had sent a few trauma victims into a wild spin. Was this going to be another one of those moments? Caretaker should have warned him.
To his relief, Whumpee just shut their eyes tightly as the hated gloves touched their skin. A glance at their vital signs told him their heart rate had quickened slightly. But the disturbed staring had stopped, thank goodness. Doc carefully kept his hands below Whumpee’s range of sight as he explored their rib cage, which was covered with violent bruises of all sizes. “Sorry, sorry!” He exclaimed as Whumpee caught their breath suddenly. “Think we have a fracture here. Might hurt just a little, Whumpee. I’ll try to be careful, okay?”  
More cold staring. Doc sighed and got back to work. 
Minutes into the examination, Doc knew they couldn’t go far without causing Whumpee even more suffering. Their whole body, painfully exposed in the bright light of the surgery, was torn and abused beyond belief. It was almost hard to connect the white, impassive face with the mutilated torso and limbs. Whumpee seemed too far gone to care about what had happened to them. 
The nurse had caught on to Doc’s thought process and had reached for a syringe, her eyes questioning. Doc looked Whumpee over and nodded slightly. Probably more merciful to just put Whumpee out for a few hours while they tried to patch them up. 
The nurse pulled the cover off of the syringe and filled it. She set the bottle down and approached the table with an alcohol swab, preparing to sedate Whumpee. 
Whumpee had been watching Doc’s every move, mistrust growing in their empty eyes. Now, they happened to glance in the nurse’s direction in time to catch sight of the syringe in her hand. 
Without warning, Whumpee’s left arm flashed out and slammed into the nurse, sending the syringe flying across the room. In a flash, they were up in a sitting position, gasping hoarsely in pain and terror, their limbs shaking. Doc rushed forward to push them back down but they were ready, warding him off while sliding one leg off the table. 
“Call Caretaker!” Doc ordered the nurse, grabbing hold of Whumpee and desperately trying to keep them on the table. Whumpee fought silently, with no other sound but their sobbing gasps for breath. 
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Caretaker wrung their hands in the waiting room, pacing back and forth under the TV. Was Whumpee alright? Why were they taking so long? Yeah, they had never gotten a proper please or thank-you from them. Pretty much zero conversation on about anything, Whumpee seeming to hold to a strong-silent-type mindset. More a don’t-make-me-talk-about-it mindset, Caretaker knew. There was a ton of recent violence that they did not speak of, and that was what had Caretaker so worried.
So when their phone buzzed in their pocket, Caretaker pulled it out and immediately started for the hall. “Yeah, I’m coming. Which room?” They said quickly. Oof, this was not going to be pretty. 
And it wasn’t. The surgery was chaos. Whumpee was somewhere in the heart of a crowd of personnel, being pinned to the operating table. Caretaker couldn’t see them, but they could hear the asthmatic wheezing of their breath and it sent pangs of compassion through their soul. Whumpee was fighting hard, despite their injuries, and Doc was trying to calm them, without much success.
“Here, let me sneak in,” Caretaker pushed against the wall of people. “Yeah, I’m Caretaker. Got a call you needed me.”
“Oh thank God you’re here!” Doc breathed a gasp of relief. “I can’t get through to them. Not sure what exactly tripped their switch.”
Caretaker pushed the nurses aside and grabbed Whumpee’s flailing arms in an iron embrace. “Calm down, Whumpee!” They said loudly, firmly. “It’s me, Caretaker. You’re safe! Stop fighting.”
Whumpee sobbed once and continued to squirm, but not so strongly as before. Apparently Caretaker’s voice had worn them down. Caretaker held them close, bending low over the table, sending meaningful glances to the nurses to back away. As Whumpee choked and gasped, trying to catch their breath, Caretaker smoothed their hair and whispered to them comfortingly. “It’s gonna be ok. I won’t leave you. These guys are trying to help you. It’s alright.”
Whumpee shook their head violently. “No! I saw him, Caretaker. Whumper…he had his favorite needle—” 
“Hush! Hush, Whumper’s not here, I swear.” Caretaker’s heart felt like it would tear in two. “If he was I would have taken him down with my bare hands. No one’s gonna hurt you, I promise.”
Whumpee was crying now, their pale face blotched and twisted with pitiful terror. But they held on tight to Caretaker when Doc approached carefully with the sedative once more. Instinctively, they turned their head to see what he was doing, but Caretaker stopped them and held them tighter. “No, don’t look at it, Whumpee. Just look at me. You're gonna be okay, you hear me?”
Whumpee sobbed with fear. “Please don’t let him touch me, Caretaker,” they begged, burying their head into Caretaker’s chest. Caretaker held them tight while Doc cleaned the injection site with an alcohol swab. Whumpee tensed and whimpered as the needle went in. Caretaker nuzzled their hair gently. “It’s gonna be alright. Great job. You’re doing so awesome,” they said.
As the sedative took effect, Caretaker continued to hold Whumpee close, listening as their breathing gradually calmed down and their trembling stopped. Whumpee’s hands were twisted desperately in their shirt to keep them from letting go. “What’re they going to do to me?” Whumpee murmured timidly, watching the nurses with furtive glances. Caretaker hushed them. 
“They’re just going to make sure you’re all ready to come back home, buddy,” they assured them. “Just fall asleep and when you wake up it’ll all be okay.”
“Home…?” Whumpee muttered drowsily. “You mean I….”
“Yeah, you’re gonna live with me, bud.” Caretaker gave them a comforting smile. “I’m going to be your Caretaker from now on.”  
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yuan4i · 1 year
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08. reunion day
“c’mon yn, stop being such a pussy.” tighnari sigh as you two entered the restaurant. ever since you got into the car and left, you’ve been gripping on your friend (tighnari)’s sleeve.  “nari that is a lot to ask from me-” “ah! yn, tighnari! it’s good to see you two again!” nilou ran towards you two. she saw you holding onto tighnari’s suit sleeve and chuckled. “so… yn… are you and tighnari toget-” “no!” you both exclaimed in unison. “yn and i are just good friends that met during the med program,” tighnari explained. “anyways, let’s get to the room, shall we?”
walking towards the reserved room, you realized how many people were invited. seeing the people that were your former classmates made you… anxious? “i wonder if… if kaveh and haitham’s here.” you muttered in which nilou picked up on. “oh yes! they are! i saw them and talked to kaveh around a few minutes before you two arrived.” “ah, i see. thank you nilou.” 
entering the room, your eyes lay upon the back of two familiar-looking individuals.
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“for fucks sake yn, get your phone.” tighnari scolded you. “it’s been barely a minute since we sat down and you’re already on your phone… please have some control.” 
“i’m sorry nari, i was texting kuni about-” “of course you were,” he laughed. he knew that you and scaramouche had a close relationship, in fact, most if not all of liyue knows. 
“yn! nari!” you two hear a voice. “dehya! we’re glad you’re here! come sit beside us.” “so yn, what’s the plan with al haitham and kaveh?” deyha asked you, smiling. “i think i’m going to just walk up to them and say “hi” you know?” “sounds about right. they’re right over there, go do it right now!” tighnari and dehya pushed you off your chair, making you stand up and walk towards the two. 
you took a big breath in and then went towards them. “hey pretty boy,” you said tapping kaveh’s shoulder and grinning. “sorry i’m- yn??” “the one and only” “oh my god YN!! i missed you so much holy shit, it’s actually you.” kaveh exclaimed, pulling you two a big hug. “i missed you too kaveh… i’ve never imagined that you’d be the type of person to grow your hair out- is that haitham beside you?” 
“oh yeah that’s him. wait give me a second, he’s wearing noise-cancelling earbuds.” kaveh tapped on al haitham and then pointed at you. he shrugged and took out his earbuds. “i’m sorry, do i know you?” he asked cocking an eyebrow. “haitham it’s literally yn. you know like the one we were talking about-” “nice to meet you, yn. have we met before?” al haitham said, cutting kaveh off. 
you were shocked. does al haitham really not remember you? maybe he has bad memory…? “ahem, anyways, yn. i’ll bring you back to your table.” kaveh said, interrupting your thoughts. 
“i’m so sorry about him, yn. listen i think he’s just having a “bad memory moment” or something. it happens a lot when he takes my keys.” kaveh sighed, walking you back to your seat. “no it’s fine! i understand. like two years is long, isn’t it?” “yeah it is, but not enough to forget you… by the way, could i have your number- haha i mean like only if you’re comfortable. i wouldn’t want to-” “kaveh, of course, you can! here, i’ll write it down for you.” 
you wrote down your number on a napkin, gave it to kaveh then sat down. did your friend, al haitham really forget about you…?
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al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.
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corpsebasil · 10 months
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Spidey -> Ethan Landry Parte Uno
In which the web slinging superhero is closer than you think.
(Sorry I just LOVE this idea I can’t)
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You groaned as you entered your apartment, dropping your cheer bag on the counter as you moved into the kitchen. It’d a long day at school—longer than normal—and you were exhausted. So you kicked off your cheer shoes and pulled your headache-inducing ponytail free, running your hands through your hair to massage your scalp.
Tara texted, making sure you got home, and you replied quickly.
Tare Bear 💜
Tara: hey girl, make it?
Y/N: yeah. about to eat another boring salad.
Tara: couch was on our ass today, what the hell? apparently she said we all need to lose five pounds before the game in two weeks
Y/N: I’m already swamped with homework wtf
Y/N: gym in the morning?
Tara: yeah, I’ll pick you up at five
You turned off your phone and grumbled to yourself, making your way towards your room. The siren song of ranch was loud but, if coach was serious, you’d do the boring alternative of a little bit of olive oil and lemon juice. As you made it into your room you yelped as a fist hit the window, knocking aggressively.
“What the hell…” you mumbled, opening up your window to glare at Spider-Man. “I was just about to drown my sorrows with a gallon of water. What do you want?”
“I sprained my wrist.” The spandex-wearing hero explained, already sneaking into your bedroom as you gave him space. “Help me out, doc?”
“Cant you go to a real doctor?” You asked, rolling your eyes as you moved to your dresser where you kept your medical supplies. As a third year med student, and a good keeper of secrets, you’d been tending to Spider-Man’s various injuries since freshmen year.
“But you’re so much nicer. And no, I cant.”
“What about Stark?” You asked, fishing out a bottle of Advil. “Doesn’t he have some sort of fancy doctor to help out Avengers?” You wiggled your eyebrows, glancing over as Spider-Man plopped onto your bed.
“Not an Avenger.” He mumbled, rolling his wrist around. You couldn’t see his face—had never seen it—but you were sure he was wincing. “Hey, nice uniform. Had fun with your pompons?”
“Yeah I know you like my uniform.” You scoffed, moving over. It was true, your short skirt and tight top did wonders for your figure. “Wish coach liked it. She’s saying we all need to lose five pounds before the game.”
“But you—I mean, you look great you—I mean your body is..” he trailed off, embarrassed, and your smile turned feline. “I just mean you look good. And stuff.”
“How sweet.” You laughed lightly, passing him the Advil. “I’ll get you some ice. You can take the meds while Im in the kitchen.”
You left the room, moving to grab your ice pack as you worked. It was strange, honestly. He’d been seeing you for a while now, your interactions friendly if not a bit flirtatious, but you still didn’t know anything about him. And weirdly enough, you wanted to. It wasn’t that you liked him or anything, but…
You went back to the bedroom, covering your eyes comically as you pretended to feel around.
“Covered up, Spidey?” You asked, fighting back a laugh when his chuckle filled the space between you.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
You uncovered your eyes and moved forward, offering the ice-pack. When he took it, his covered fingers met your own, the smooth fabric of the suit cool against your skin. You fought a suddenly sharp inhale and backed up, gesturing to the window.
“Well, um. Goodnight.” You said, smiling a tad bit awkwardly. “Gotta go make myself a pile of lettuce. See you around.”
“Wait—” he stood up suddenly and you blinked. “I mean—want to…do something? Like watch a movie or—?”
“Spidey.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Superhero,” you started, pointing to him. “civilian.” You added, pointing to yourself. “Isn’t that like..against protocol?”
“No one’s gonna know.” He protested, moving a step forward. “Come on, aren’t we friends, Y/N?”
You stared, looking at his towering, muscular form. And you suddenly felt a twinge of disappointment. Or was it longing?
“I’m just your free medic.” You said, turning your back to him. “See you later!”
It was quiet for a moment so you glanced over your shoulder.
He was gone.
-
You were stretching when Ethan, Chad’s roommate and your nerdy friend, jogged up to you. He looked slightly sweaty and out of breath, like he’d run all the way from his late night Econ class to meet you at the football field. You raised your brows, wiping the dirt off your skirt as you stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
“Hey, E.” You greeted, scanning him up and down with your eyes. He’d agreed to drive you home after practice, claiming it was too dangerous to walk alone. Chad had already taken Tara home, so you were stuck with Ethan. “Run all the way here? Getting your laps in?”
“Yeah. I mean—no. Not all the way.”
“Sure you didn’t.” You laughed, looping your arm through his as you walked off the field, leading him towards the parking lot. “My valiant rescuer. What will I ever do to thank you?”
“Wanna get food?” He asked, raising his brows. “We can study for the test while we wait.”
“Yeah I—” you frowned. “I cant. Sorry. Sticking to salads and protein shakes right now, E.”
“Come on. You’re gorgeous. You’re coach is an idiot.” He told you, not really realizing what he’d said, but your brows knit.
“Did Tara tell you?” You asked, confused, and his cheeks reddened.
“Yeah I mean. Chad was talking about it. Saying Tara was pissed.”
“Rightfully so. We’re skinny enough as it is.” You complained, frowning as you made your way to his car. Then you paused, smiling a bit wickedly. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
Ethan was flustered, but smiled shyly as he opened the passenger door for you.
“Obviously.” He mumbled, brown eyes on yours, and you grinned.
“Awww, E.” You cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheek before you climbed into the car.
Later, clad in an oversized shirt, you sat next to Ethan on the couch, laughing. He was gagging dramatically, his own shake in front of him half-drank before he’d requested a sip of your own. Yours was with water, instead of milk, and was the vegan protein powder you kept in your pantry. He’d allowed you to convince him to drink a chocolate whey, not wanting to order the burger he’d wanted and have you suffer alone.
“God this is awful.” He griped, and you laughed loudly at his twisted up expression. “God how do you drink this?”
“Anything for cheer.” You giggled, and he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, you and your pompoms.” He mumbled, and you poked him in the side.
“You like my pompoms.”
“You know I do.” He shot back, turning to look at you, and your heart stuttered. Then he glanced away, looking a bit nervous, before looking back. “I like you, Y/N.” He admitted, and you raised a brow, even as you blushed.
“I should hope so. We’re friends, after all.”
“I mean more.” He added, looking away awkwardly at your silence. “It’s fine if you don’t.”
But his breathing hitched a fraction when you took his face in your hand and made him look at you, scanning those gorgeous eyes of his for any hint of reluctance. When there was none you leaned forward, your own heart rate increasing as you pressed your mouth softly against his.
Okay, it was hardly a kiss. Only so much so that you could acknowledge the graze of his mouth against your own—could feel the curve and slope of his lips. But then he was jumping, yanking away, as one of the loudest ringtones you’d ever heard went off.
Even you startled, and you began to laugh before seeing the panicked look on his face.
“E? You okay—?”
“I gotta go. I’m sorry!” He said, expression hardening as he bolted to his feet and practically tore out of your apartment.
So you sat there feeling slightly dumb, your lips still tingling from the kiss.
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Later, hours later, you were bored, watching Tombraider for the billionth time on your laptop.
Tare Bear 💜
Y/N: I kissed Ethan
Y/N: well, kind of
Tara: WHAT
Y/N: we were having fun and then I kissed him and he just left ??? Like did I do something wrong ??
Tara: you’re the hottest girl in school . Maybe he just panicked ??
You began typing again but froze when you heard the familiar knocks at your window, and you sighed loudly. You moved over and opened it up, giving Spider-Man a weighted stare.
“Not now, Web Boy. I’m going through a crisis.”
“I got cut!” He protested, grabbing the window with insane strength to stop you from pushing it down. “Come on, Y/N.”
You stared at those eyes, those white eyes of the mask, and rolled your own.
“Fine. Fine. I’m getting a glass of wine, want anything?”
“No thanks.” The hero said brightly, crawling inside when you moved away. You got your glass of wine before coming back and scoffing, staring at the cut he was so worried about.
“That is a paper-cut, Spidey. A paper cut.”
“What if it’s infected?” He asked, pouting, and you folded.
“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.” You grumbled, taking a large gulp before moving to your dresser to get anti-biotic salve and a bandaid. He’d taken the glove off on his right hand and was flexing his fingers over and over. “Speaking of death, I’m going to kill a boy. Maybe you could turn a blind eye from your hero shit and let me get away with it.”
“What?” He asked, voice cautious as you moved closer. “What…boy?”
“This guy he—“ you paused, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Give me your hand.”
“Wait, I wanna know.” He protested, holding his hand up high out of reach. The man was tall, for Christ’s sake.
“Seriously? Is this what we do now? Gossip about our love lives?” You smirked, fighting down the desire to tell him. You’d known him for a long time, now. Surely it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Are we braiding each other’s hair next? Pillow fighting?”
“We can pillow fight but I might take your eye out by accident.” When you opened your mouth to argue he pushed his hand down into your own, and the sudden warmth and smoothness of his skin startled you. “Tell me about this guy. Maybe I can help.”
You stared at him for a moment, your cheeks flushing a bit as you glanced down at the hand in your own. Your thumb grazed his knuckles involuntarily before you blinked, clearing your head and turning his fingers up so you could see them.
“Well..” you started, cleaning his finger off with a wet rag as you spoke. Truly he was such a baby. He used to only come to you for big things and now you were treating paper-cuts? “He’s kind of dorky, but I like that. He treats me like a human being and not just a piece of ass like a lot of frat guys do to cheerleaders.” You continued, wiping on some salve. “But…tonight I..” you swallowed, blinking down at his hand as you opened up a bandaid and smoothed it down. “I think I fucked up.”
“How?” Spider-Man asked, and he sounded slightly out of breath. You looked up at his face.
“I kissed him. Sort of. And then he just ran like—he literally could not get out of here fast enough.”
“Maybe he had to go somewhere?” Spidey offered, and didn’t let your hand go when you moved to set his free. “I don’t know I just think any guy would be stupid to run away from you.”
“Sure you do.”
“I do. Why do you think I keep coming back?”
You stared down at him, at the superhero you’d been tending to for so long, and something in you shifted. You moved towards him, your knees brushing his own where he sat on your bed. Your eyes were soft and filled with…Spider-Man didn’t know….but you looked so pretty and he…
“Is that why you come?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. “Because you…”
You reached out, touching his arm carefully, well aware the physical boundaries between you had never been crossed like this. And when you set your hands on his shoulders, he didn’t protest. If anything he leaned into your touch, both of your breaths catching when you braved going further and climbed onto his lap, settling yourself against him.
The latex was surprisingly smooth and warm against your bare legs, his hands immediately finding your waist to hold you still.
“Y/N.” He breathed, masked face so close to your own. “You know why I come back.” He said, and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. “I come back for you.”
You smiled softly at that, your hands sliding up his neck. But when your thumbs hooked under his mask and began to cautiously slide it up, he grabbed onto your wrists. You shot him a questioning look.
“Not—not yet.” He told you, and you frowned. You must’ve been losing your damn touch, because—
But then he was moving closer, hands finding your neck as his masked-mouth met yours, the foreign sensation strange but not at all unenjoyable. You could feel the shape of him, feel his warmth pressed against you, and it felt…familiar. Right. You made a soft noise and he gripped your hips tighter, your eyes pulling back to meet his.
“I wanna kiss you for real.” You murmured, running a thumb over his lips through the suit, and he shook his head.
“Not yet. Please. Give me time.”
You nodded, allowing him to slip his arms around your waist as he pulled you into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he breathed. You could’ve sworn he mumbled something but you ignored it, too busy allowing the masked hero to press your entire body against his.
Afterwards, what felt like minutes, he ran a hand through your hair and pulled you away.
“I have to go.” He said, sounded regretful. “I’ll see you again soon. I promise.”
“Okay.” You whispered, wishing you could see even a glimpse of his face, but understanding. “Okay. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” He repeated as you moved off him, but not before planting one last kiss against your head. He dove out the window and swung off into the night, doing an elaborate flip you knew he thought would impress you.
It did.
HELLLOOOO WHATBDONYOU GUYS THINK?
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tibbythetiger · 5 months
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Good evening friends! I just found out I have a respiratory infection, so I’m coping by writing sick DreamTheory HCs. General Content Warning for being sick, but nothing super specific or graphic! 🙂
I like to think that Mike despite obviously putting Abby’s needs over his, does take fairly good care of himself when he’s sick. He gets his meds, drinks his water, and muscles his way through it. 
I feel like Ness, on the other hand, hates taking any sort of medication. I think he hates cough medicine and most cold medicine and has to take his dayqil/nightqil in pill form because the capsules and liquids gross him out so much. I think he thinks that by eating nothing but crackers and drinking copious amounts of orange juice he can overpower his illness with pure determination. (This is not projection at all) 
Ness gets chronic migraines, sometimes they’re okay enough that he can power through and get through his day. Others he needs to just hide under a bundle of blankets with a compress and some SunnyD to make himself feel better. (Again, this is not projection at alllll)   
Mike is great at taking care of sick people, mostly because he’s used to having to take of both himself and Abby. The first time Ness gets sick after they start dating, it starts out as a simple cold. Mike makes him some soup (again, one of the few things Mike is really good at making) and sends him on his way with his daily dose of cold medicine. 
Ness appreciates the gesture but tells Mike not to worry. He always gets a cold at the shift of the seasons and it should be over within the week. Three weeks later, Ness has pushed himself to work every day and going about his normal life despite being super sick the whole time. Mike finally puts his foot down and makes Ness stay home, keeps Abby home from school and the three of them pile into the living room for some self-care.
Mike dishes out medicine, tea, and a steady supply of soup. (Who knew you couldn’t just eat crackers for three weeks straight when you’re sick??) Ness feels better within a few days after he finally lets himself rest. 
Surprisingly no one, Mike does fall sick next. Ness panics, he almost buys out the entire cold medicine aisle in the pharmacy. He attempts to teach himself how to make Mike’s infamous soup (it does not work well, and in fact, Mike has to step after Ness somehow makes the soup explode across the kitchen) 
Mike tells Ness all he really needs is some water, and some rest and assures him he’ll be okay within the week. He does end up being fine, but he doesn’t mind Ness doting on him and checking in on him throughout the week and the few days following him getting better. 
I think Ness gets sick pretty regularly, he has a pretty weak immune system, and working in the service industry does not help at all. By the time October hits, Mike just has a “Ness is sick again” basket set up at his house, (he does also put one in Ness’ apartment, but they all know it won’t really go to use at all) 
Ness is a comfort-seeking person when he’s sick, he likes to lay his head on Mike’s lap and let Mike do the talking for once. He’ll rewatch old movies or cartoons and steal Mike’s biggest and baggiest sweaters. Abby gives him one of her stuffies while he’s sick. It makes him cry because he’s never felt quite so taken care of before. 
That’s all I have for now! I’m sure I’ll be back with more HCs tomorrow because I have not been so inspired about a ship in a really long time! I just need to find more time to write so I can pull out an actual fic. Hope everyone is having a good night and remember to take your vitamins and hydrate!
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chloe-skywalker · 11 months
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Bullying - Hank Voight
Hank x reader daughter
Warnings: bullying
Word count: 1,221
Requested: Hank Voight x teen daughter reader, he finds out she's being bullied at school. - @meyocoko
Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first Hank Voight Imagine, so I hope everyone likes it (that likes Chicago P.D.). My Hank Voight stuff will probably only be the reader being his daughter. Just FYI.
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“Any cases?” Jay asked as he sat down at his desk.
Erin shook her head. It had been a slow day for the intelligence unit. “No its been a slow day.”
“Hmmm.” Voight hummed also listening to Erin’s answer. Even Voight was getting bored.
But when Trudy came up the stairs with concern on her face, that got everyone's attention. “Voight. Y/n’s principle is on the phone.”
“Thank you, Trudy.” Voight nodded and headed into his office and picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hello, Mr.Voight. I’m sorry for calling you at work.” Y/n’s principal apologized over the phone.
“It's not a problem. What's going on? Is Y/n alright?” Voight spoke with a tight voice. It was rare when the school called him so he was really worried but trying not to show it.
There was a pause on the phone before the person on the other side cleared their throat. “That's why I called there was an altercation and Y/n got very hurt so we’ve sent her to Chicago Med. We wanted to let you know and we also we’re hoping you could send down someone to talk to the kids responsible.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Voight stated after a moment of silence. After that, the phone call ended and Voight shook his head trying to control his anger before exiting his office. “Ruzek and Linsdey head down to Y/n’s school and bring in the kids they’ll have there waiting for you back here to talk. Burgess call their parents and let them know that I’ll be pressing charges.”
“Voight, what happened?” Erin asked as her and the others started on their orders. All of them were now concerned about the teen girl they had all come to love and be very protective of.
“Some kids hurt Y/n bad enough that the school has sent her to Chicago Med.” Voight explained gruffly, trying to keep his worries and anger in check.
“What?!” Adam raised his brows in shock and he felt anger bubbling up on the inside. Much like everyone else in the room.
“Seriously? They just what? Let that happen?!” Jay was furious, he hadn’t known her the longest but even with his problems with Voight. Jay and Y/n had become close. They’d hang out, and go do things together. It bonded them. They’re friends. Y/n is like a little sister that Jay never had.
“Apparently. Look I’m going to Med to be with my daughter.” It unnerved the unit with how calm Voight seemed to be.
“I’ll come with you.” Jay said getting up to follow the older man.
“Let's go.” Voight nodded, he knew how close his daughter was to Jay. He might bring some comfort.
Everyone else headed off to do what they needed to do.
Once they arrived at Med, they went straight to the ED. Upon seeing his brother Jay called out. “Will!”
“How is she?” Voight asked as the redheaded Halstead appeared and stood in front of them.
Will let out a sigh, looking between his brother and Voight. “She doesn’t need surgery, which is the good news.”
As much of a relief that was it still left a question. “An the bad news?”
“About 70% of her body is covered in bruising, and she has a broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, and a laceration above her eye.” Will gave them a sad look. He to like a lot knew Y/n, and Will felt for the girl. She didn’t deserve this.
“Jeez Will.” Jay felt like throwing up. How could the school let it get this far? Or happen at all.
“I know.” Will nodded, he felt just like Jay.
“Where is she? Can I see her?” Voight asked keeping his feelings at bay for the time being. He was feeling to many things at once anyway.
“Yeah, right this way.” Will stated, leading them back to the trauma room Y/n Voight had been assigned to.
As they reached the room and saw y/n sitting up in the bed slightly leaning back. Probably to take pressure off her ribs.
“Hey, how about we go get copies of the injury reports and give them a minute?” Jay suggested with a tilt of his head. Wanting to give the father and daughter some space.
There were some moments of silence as Voight moved to sit down in the chair next to the hospital bed. It got to the point that Voight needed answers to keep his brain occupied. “Kid-”
“I know,dad.” Y/n cut him off nodding. Already knowing what he was going to say.
“What exactly happened?” he asked. He needed to know for many reasons but his main one and his focus now was just why and how this happened to his little girl. “Y/n.”
Y/n let out a sigh, knowing she had to tell him cause it was going to far and out of hand now. “It’s not the first time something happened.”
“You mean-”
Y/n nodded not looking at him. She couldn’t look at him. Not in the eyes. “It's normally not this bad.”
Now Voight was having an even harder time keeping it together. How could he not notice? How come she didn’t come to him? “Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?”
“I've tried before. To tell teachers bit either they do nothing or it just makes it worse.” She had thought about telling her dad or even Jay but if the school wouldn’t help how could they?
Voight shook his head reaching out for her hand, trying to get her to look at him. “I could’ve done something.”
“As a dad. Not as a cop. It wasn’t bad enough for cop involvement.” Y/n gave him a tight lipped sad smile.
She had a point and it bugged him cause he knew it was true. But now, this. This meant he could get involved as a cop, and a dad. “Well now it is and you can bet your ass I’m gonna do something about it.”
Y/n cracked a smile at him. “I don’t know who they should be more afraid of. You or Jay.”
“Combined force, sweetheart.”Voight gave her a half smirk half smile. Voight know she was right, he saw and could feel the anger coming off of Jay on the ride over to Med.
“Ohhh, deadly.” Y/n giggled wiggling her eyebrows and laughed. Even though they knew it was true.
Voight squeezed her hand for comfort before speaking. “You know you can talk to me right? About anything?”
He truly hoped she knew that. That she could come to him about anything and everything.
“I didn’t want to worry you.” Y/n shrugged but looked down feeling a little ashamed. That she didn’t tell him and that it happened at all.
“I’m your father. I worry even when your okay.” he told her sternly. He cared about her more than he could ever tell her. Or show her.
“I love you dad.” Y/n smiled at him grateful to have this off her chest, for him to know, and that he was by her side.
“I love you too.” Voight was gonna take care of this. An no one was gonna get in his way.
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curiositymemes · 8 days
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STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.
taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.
northern attitude.
how you been? 
you settled down?
you feelin’ right? 
you feelin’ proud?
you settle in to routine.
what does it mean? 
i’m not how you hoped.
you’re gettin’ lost.
scared to live, scared to die. 
you’re feelin’ lost.
stick season.
you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.
now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.
it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 
i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 
i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 
i miss the way you laugh.
you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.
that’ll have to do.
my other half was you.
i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 
all my love.
how have things been?
well, love, now that you mention it.
i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.
now i know your name, but not who you are.
it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.
you got all my love.
if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.
what i’d give to have you out of me.
i still recall how the leather in your car feels.
and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.
i swear i was scared to death.
i smiled stupid the whole way home.
you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’
she calls me back.
there was heaven in your eyes. 
everything’s alright.
look at me and don’t you lie.
don’t you hold your head up high.
for bullshit, i do not have time.
do you lie awake restless?
why am i so obsessive?
this town’s the same as you left it.
the radio is taunting me.
i don’t get much sleep most nights.
i’m seeing you in every dream.
if only i could fall asleep. 
i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 
i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.
come over.
it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.
you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.
i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 
i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.
my house is just barely big enough for my family.
my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.
i promise you, darlin’.
you won’t ever go back.
i know that it ain’t much.
i know that it ain’t cool.
you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.
someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.
new perspective.
makin’ me nostalgic.
we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.
if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 
i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.
gave me your word.
i can’t pronounce it.
no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.
everywhere, everything.
would we survive in a horror movie?
we trust everyone we meet.
we’re littered with scars from our preteens.
i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.
‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 
i know every route in this county.
maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.
i’ll tell you where not to speed.
it’s been a long year.
orange juice.
honey, come over.
it’s yours if you want it.
we’re just glad you could visit. 
feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.
i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 
why’d you go?
my heart has changed and my soul has changed.
you just asked me to hold you.
it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.
my life has changed.
the world has changed.
don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?
are we all just pullin’ you down?
strawberry wine.
darling, speak to me.
don’t you say a word.
you thought you were cursed?
i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.
if i could lose you, i would.
all the time we used to have.
the things i miss but know are never coming back. 
no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.
growing sideways.
finally found some middle ground.
i said, ‘i’m cured.’
i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.
i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.
it’s a start.
but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.
i know there are worse ways to stay alive.
everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.
if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 
i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.
now i’m sufferin’ in style.
why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.
if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 
i’ll watch it go.
it’s better to die numb than feel it all.
halloween.
the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.
they got money to make and children back home.
i worry for you, you worry for me.
the bridges have long since been burnt. 
i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.
i know that you’ll come if you want.
i’m losin’ myself.
i’m seein’ my life on a screen.
i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.
i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 
i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 
homesick.
are you bored yet?
the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.
this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 
time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.
i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 
i would leave if only i could find a reason. 
i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 
i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 
i will die in the house that i grew up in.
i’m homesick. 
still.
i don’t wanna say goodbye.
it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.
you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 
you can’t stay here.
it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.
it’s like i’m still here with you. 
can i fix what is broken?
the view between villages (extended). 
for a minute, the world seems so simple.
i am not scared of death.
i’ve got dreams again.
there is meanin’ on earth. 
i feel so far from it.
it’s all washin’ over me. 
i’m angry again. 
the things that i lost here, the people i knew.
they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 
i found a town big enough for anything i want.
i’m not a city girl, by any means.
it still has a lot of meaning to me.
i grew up there. 
your needs, my needs.
you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.
i promise to be there this time. alright? 
you were a work of art.
that’s the hardest part.
i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.
dial drunk.
i promised to forget you.
i ain’t takin’ any fault.
am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.
forget about it, whatever.
it’s all the same anyways.
i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 
for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.
i gave your name as my emergency phone call.
i’d die for you.
from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.
i’ll let the pain metastasize.
i beg you, sir, just let me call.
let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.
son, are you a danger to yourself?
fuck that, sir.
son, why do you do this to yourself?
paul revere.
this place had a heartbeat in its day.
nothin’ was the same.
it just ain’t that simple, it never was.
one day i’m gonna cut it clear.
i’m not from around here.
i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 
i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.
i’m not ready to let go yet.
i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.
it’s typical, i fear.
folks just disappear.
if i could leave, i would’ve already left.
no complaints.
i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.
i get mad at nothing.
i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.
thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.
now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.
i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.
i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.
who am i to complain?
now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.
yes, i’m young and living dreams.
i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.
call your mom.
oh, you’re spiralin’ again.
don’t you cancel any plans.
stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.
don’t let this darkness fool you.
i’ll drive all night.
i’ll call your mom.
oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.
i’ve been exactly where you are.
if you could see yourself like this.
you’dve never tried it.
stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.
throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.
don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.
won’t you stay with me?
you’re gonna go far. 
this is good land, or at least it was.
it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.
it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.
pack up your car.
put a hand to your heart.
say whatever you feel.
be wherever you are.
we ain’t angry at you, love. 
you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.
the birds will still sing.
we’ll be waiting for you, love.
we’ll all be here forever.
we spent so long just getting by.
that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?
you told me you would make a difference.
it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.
it’s all we’ve had for always.
you’re gonna go far.
if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.
forever.
let’s drive for no reason.
you look fine in the evening.
honey, it’s starting to storm.
used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.
i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.
i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.
i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.
i’ll tell her so she knows.
i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.
when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.
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aloysiavirgata · 8 months
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Hello! A prompt: affection, paperback, daughters.
They’re on the beach at Quonochontaug. They could sell the house for a fortune, Mulder’s finance guy is always cajoling, but they want the house more than the money. They have enough money. Peace has been scarce.
Scully’s half-dozing on the blanket, a straw hat with a brim like the rings of Saturn tugged down over her face. A dog-eared, split-spine paperback of The Poisonwood Bible rises and falls with her breath.
Mulder tosses a piece of popcorn at her nose.
“They’ll never find your body,” she murmurs, not flinching.
He watches her with deep warmth, with a reverent affection that she is still so lovely and clever and haughty in her fifties.
“Scully?”
“Shhh.”
“Come swim.”
“No.”
He’s bored. She could come and play but she won’t, just sprawls temptingly with her book and her hat and some kind of fringed wrap around her hips. Despite her pheomelanic looks, Scully always appears at home by the sea.
“What was it like,” he asks, “to be the Captain’s daughters?”
She tips her face up at this. “Mmm?”
Her freckles absolutely kill him. “You and Melissa, when you were small. I mean I can guess what it was like for Bill based on how he turned out, Charlie is a statistical outlier, but you and Missy. How was it?”
Scully looks thoughtful. “Well, we had to be well turned out. I rarely was, Missy was always fresh as a daisy. Kept her white church gloves clean. I was…well. I was more the Jo March of the pair, I guess. Worms in my pockets, magnifying glass in my little purse.”
Mulder grins at her. “And then you grew up into an anal retentive control freak. Go figure.”
Her grin is rueful. “Ahab appreciated my love for science eventually, you know. Despite my lack of traditional femininity. I tie a damned fine knot and gutted a fish faster than anyone.”
He scoots over to kiss her lightly. “It’s incredible and unsettling,” he murmurs.
She presses her thumb to his lips. “I used to love meeting my dad at the ship when he came home,” she reminisces. “Missy and I, Captain Scully’s girls. Always on my best behavior, even when Bill was being a little shit.”
“Good thing he grew out of that,” Mulder says sweetly.
She rolls her eyes. “You of all people judging a man for being protective of his sister is pretty fucking rich,” she scoffs.
This is fair. “Tell me more,” he says.
Scully sets her book aside, hands resting on her flat belly. “He put me on his shoulders once, let me wear his hat to the car. Charlie was a newborn so I was about three I guess. But I remember it so well. I was so proud.”
He kisses her shoulder, her neck. He is grateful she has never asked what it was like to be Bill Mulder’s boy.
“Either of you ever want to join?” he asks, knowing they hadn’t.
She weaves her fingers through his shaggy hair. “Missy wanted to join the Peace Corps and I was sick of wearing a uniform.”
He drops his head to tongue her shallow navel. “But you look so good in them. Mmm, remember that time we had to go undercover with NYPD? God you looked incredible.”
Scully laughs. “Definitely wasn’t part of the med school track I had laid out.”
He bites at the waistband of her bikini bottom. “Wasn’t the Captain’s daughter,” he mumbles into the saddle of her hips, “but come on inside and I’ll tie some mighty good knots.”
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tinadablackthorn · 6 months
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my thoughts while watching dps:
SPOILER ALERT !!!!!!!
oh my god why do all the guys look the same, i can barely remember movie characters names as is. this is just gonna make it harder 😭
neil is so adorable, i’ll punch anyone who hurts him
fuck neil’s dad not letting him do the school annual honestly i already don’t like him
omg they’re going to make asian parents so proud. neil gonna go to med school. those two other guys idk their names, mr future lawyer and me future banker
mr keating making the students rip the pages j evans pritchard wrote i’m not sure if he has a severe grudge on that guy as if he’s insulted his mom or he’s just a cool teacher
i made my mind. he’s a really cool teacher and i wish every teacher was like that
“poetry, beauty, romance, love.. it’s the reason most people stay alive.”
omg they’re gonna go to the cave that’s for the dead poets society???????
awwww todd is so cuteeee <33333
i swear to god these boys look like they’re trying to start a cult. sneaking out in the middle of the night wearing long black cloaks and hiding in a cave to tell stories and dancing around the fire
“truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. you kick say it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.” i swear, who hurt my child todd? i’m gonna kill them
ew i hate party scenes in movies, esp if it’s like a teenage club. it’s a really big ick for me
I SAID I HATE NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM FUCK HIM neil literally not the lead role in the play that’s the next day, can’t he tell his dad he’ll quit tomorrow????
broooOo neil was so good in the play it was amazing!!!!!!!!
FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM HE CAN’T SEND NEIL TO A MILITARY SCHOOL AND THEN MED SCHOOL TF DOES HE REALISE NEIL HAS A LIFE TOO
HOLY SHIT NEVER MIND NEIL DOES NOT HAVD A LIFE ANYMORE
IM CRYING
IM CRYINGG.
NEIL WHYYYYYY
YOU COULDVE JUST RAN AWAY
😭😭😭
THEY’RE ALL CRYING PLEASE NOOOO
BRO TODD’S REACTION BROKE ME
HE’S SAYING IT’S HIS FATHERS FAULT. HIS FATHER KILLED HIM
TODD NOO DONT GO
maybe he just needs alone time
mr keating noooo don’t cry
OMGGG CAMERON ACTUALLY WENT AND TOLD THE SCHOOL SO NOT THEY’RE AFTER MR KEATING ????
he actually believed the school???
GO NUWANDA GO PUNCH CAMERON’S ASS
OHMYGOD DID THEY ALL ACTUALLY SIGN THE PAPERS AGAINST ME KEATING??
TODD NO SIR SIT DOWN THAT’S EMBARRASSING
AWWW NO ACTUALLY THAT’S SO CUTE
AWWW
WAIT WHAT NO THAT’S THE END????
THAT CANT BE THE END WHAT
OH WOW
OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS
OHMYGOD
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smut-slut69 · 10 months
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Summary: Chishiya had a good system, he did whatever his father asked, and he got to do whatever he pleased. But when he met you, he was truly wondering if doing his fathers' bidding was still worth it.
Please Enjoy!
~Slut Apparel|Masterlist~
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Words: 2.4k
Includes: !Black!Reader(In my head she is black and Japanese but if you don't want her to be you can read it any way you want), !Law Student!Reder, !Med Student!Chishiya, Arranged Marriage, Raunchy Themes, Eventual Smut
Ship: !Bimbo!Reader x Chishiya
TW: Mild Slut Shaming
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“Chishiya, I’m not yelling for you again. You know how mad your dad gets when you’re late. Get the fuck up!”.
Chishiya groaned as he heard his roommate's voice outside his door for the third time that morning. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Kuina, they had been roommates for years and friends for even longer. But how in the world she could be this loud at seven in the morning was a question not even he was smart enough to answer. 
Nevertheless, he knew she was right. His father was not a man who enjoyed being kept waiting. So reluctantly, he got up, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 
If it were a regular Saturday, Chishiya would have slept in and probably stayed in his favorite pair of sweatpants all day. But now he was forced to put on his best pair of jeans and a decent enough-looking sweater. Instead of his long hair out as he liked, it would have to be back in a ponytail so his father would approve. 
With a sigh, he left his room. Dressed and ready to go meet his father. Kuina sat at their kitchen island, eating a piece of toast. She pushed a plate that sat in front of her toward Chishiya. On it was some sort of sandwich, if you could even call it that. 
“Eat it, I made it for you,” She said, smiling. 
He eyed the food wearily, he knew very well she could not cook for the life of her. Chishiya was grateful for the gesture, but he would never, ever eat her monstrous cooking. 
“No thanks” he declined, “I’m going to be late to meet my father” He excused himself, heading towards the door. 
Kuina sighed, dragging the plate back towards her, “Okay fine, I’ll just give it to Ann when she gets here” she said. 
Chishiya shook his head frantically as he grabbed his keys, “Do not feed that to your girlfriend, you will get broken up with” he yelled over his shoulder, walking out of the door and ignoring Kuina’s curses. 
It was annoyingly sunny outside, making Chishiya squint from how bright it was. Right now he should be avoiding the sun under his covers and resting until he was forced to get up for his mid-day lectures at school. But considering his father was the one paying for said lectures and the bed he wanted to spend all day in, he had little room to complain.
He and his father had a simple system. After Chishiya’s mother died, he followed his father’s rules. In turn, he didn’t have to worry about anything. His bills were always paid, his car note was paid off years ago, and his tuition was paid every year. All his father asked in return was that Chishiya does his bidding. Like going to business dinners, showing up at public events, and becoming a doctor. But Chishiya’s deal was too good to pass up so he dealt with it. Besides, today’s call was probably just about another business dinner he had to attend. 
His father’s office was a little ways away, by the time he got there he would have been way too early for his liking. So he decided to go get coffee and maybe a sandwich that wouldn’t poison him like Kuina’s would. 
Chishiya found himself parking in front of his favorite coffee shop. It was decorated nicely, coated in all different shades of beige, plus he loved the way they brewed their espresso.
He walked in, to the front table. It was early so it was pretty empty, only a few people scattered around with laptops out. Chishiya ordered his usual, an Americano. He got it with ice as it was scorching outside. He passed them his black card and after receiving it back, went to wait for his order.
He waited patiently for his americano to be finished behind a short line of people before his name was called. He thanked the man who handed it to him and turned around, ready to leave and get to his car. 
A flash of pink bumped into him and sent him and his americano flying. He grumbled as he hit the ground, the pink flurry that had bumped into him breaking his fall. 
He pushed himself up, peering down into a large pair of brown eyes adorned with long lashes, and curly brown hair bristling against the person's cheeks. 
Chishiya stared down at them for longer than he was willing to admit, only moving when he heard them clear their throat. He stood up, looking at the iced coffee that had spilled all over his clothes. The person beneath him had stood up too, allowing Chishiya to finally get a good look at them. 
The girl was tall, probably due to the impossibly high-heeled boots she had on. Her dress was short and tight, doing nothing to conceal her ridiculously long legs or her taut curves. All she had was a light cardigan over her shoulders. Classic whore. 
After recovering from the fall the girl looked at him panicked, “Oh I’m so sorry. These shoes are new and really slippery” she Apologized. “I could buy you a new shirt or another Americano” She offered, a nervous look of hope in her eyes. 
Chishiya rolled his eyes at the girl, “Stupid bimbo” he muttered angrily. He didn’t intend for anyone to hear it but the girl did and looked pretty angry at that comment. 
“Excuse me” she gasped. He turned away from her, not bothering to worry about the mess on the floor. 
Thanks to that girl, he didn’t have any coffee, meaning that the ride to his father’s office was spoiled by his tainted mood. It didn’t help that there was a ridiculous amount of traffic on the way there, making him even later than he was already going to be thanks to that girl in the coffee shop. 
He gripped the steering wheel tight as he parked, trying to ease his anger before he entered his father's building.
He greeted all the staff as it was only right, he had known them all his life. He took the elevator to the absolute top floor, tapping his foot anxiously as he waited to get to the top. His father hated un-punctual people, and Chishiya was currently fitting into that description. 
The elevator finally dinged and allowed him right outside of his father’s personal office. As he rushed towards the door, he heard voices from inside. He grumbled, now he had to talk to his father’s business partners, he really wasn't in the mood for socializing. 
He hesitantly knocked on the office door, hearing his father excuse himself from the conversation. He opened the door and saw Chishiya, frowning at how late he was but quickly changing his facial expression as there were still guests in the room. 
“Ah, Yoon-hi, my son has finally arrived,” He said, wrapping an arm around Chishiya and leading him to the small bar in his office. There sat a businessman dressed similarly to his father, black hair slicked back and his face contorted into a friendly smile. But it was the woman next to him that made his eyes widen. 
Curly brown hair framed her face and big brown eyes stared at his father. A bright smile adorned her glossed lips that turned into a frown when her eyes landed on Chishiya. She kept her mouth shut though, and Chishiya decided to do the same. 
She was probably just another publicity stunt. He’d had to deal with a ton of those. 
His father led him to sit down and he did exactly that. “Yoon-hi,  please excuse my son’s tardiness, I assure you it is unusual for him” Your father smiled, and Chishiya looked at his father, eyeing him. He’d never seen him appear so nervous before. 
The man, Yoon-hi, who sat across from Chishiya and his father smiled brightly. The resemblance between him and the Coffee shop girl was uncanny, the only difference being in the paleness of his skin versus the bronze of hers. They smiled the same and held the same kindness in their big brown eyes. Well, her father's eyes were kind, the girl was currently staring daggers at Chishiya. 
“Nice to meet you, young man,” Victor said, reaching out to grab Chishiya’s hand in a firm shake. Chishiya cleared his throat and set up straight, returning the handshake with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you too sir” he spoke.
The a sat back satisfied, “He seems very well spoken, wonderful boy you have” He complimented. 
“Thank you Yoon-hi” Chishiya’s father spoke. Usually, Chishiya tuned the world around him out during meetings like these, but it was hard to ignore everything around him when the coffee slut was staring at him like she wanted to kill him. Of course, Chishiya knew that she did nothing wrong except ruin his morning, but if she wanted to hold a grudge, he would too. So he stared right back at the girl while their parents shared information, discussing something about how the doctor and law fields are similar. 
Chishiya wasn’t planning on taking his eyes off of you for however long you were willing to give him that stank eye. But when your father called his name, he straightened up, ignoring the stupid smile that spread on your face as you had won your little staring contest.
“Yes sir” Chishiya responded sharply, a faux smile spreading on his face. 
“Do you know how close the medical areas of finance and the law side of finance are towards each other?” Yoon-hi asked. 
Chishiya nodded, his father had been telling him about his dream to partner with a law empire, claiming how powerful it would make him, “Yes sir, law and Medical go hand in hand in regards to income and finance” said Chishiya.
Yoon-hi smiled, “Your father has presented me with an offer, one I can’t refuse” He stated.
“We have talked about Yoon-hi buying shares of my hospitals and I buying shares of his law firms” his father butted in. 
Chishiya’s eyes widened, he didn’t think his dad could do it. “That’s incredible, the revenue from that merge would be amazing” he awed. His gaze went over to you to see you had the same look in your eyes, realizing how incredible a deal like this is. 
“Your right, the money income would be impressive” You agreed with a smile. 
The two of your fathers looked at each other, then at the two of you, then back at each other, his father's nervous smile reappearing, “But, we found that a majority of the revenue made from this transaction would fall over to me” Chishiya’s father spoke. 
“To counter this, your father has come up with an idea Chishiya,” Yoon-hi said.
“What might that idea be sir,” He asked curiously. 
Yoon-hi looked towards his daughter, “My daughter, Y/n, goes to the same university as you. Recently, she has come to live here in Japan from the States and I have noticed some behaviors in her that I am not too fond of” He said, choosing his words lightly. Chishiya wasn’t the only one in the room aware of how your nails dug angrily into your thighs. 
Chishya eyed Yoon-hi wearily as he focused intently on his words, “Chishiya, your father tells me that you are an impeccable student, top of your class, 4.0 since grade school, and he tells me you are well rounded, friendly, and know how to take care of yourself”.
Yoon-hi took a deep breath as he prepared himself, “Which is why, I and your father agreed that it was only fair, that we find a way to solve the shares problem, by arranging you and my daughter together.”
Chishiya tried his best to keep his composure, but you did no such thing. You let out a curse that Chishiya believed was in English that had your father giving you a rude glare. 
Yoon-hi smiled at Chishiya and his father before excusing him and his daughter and pushing her out the door for a private conversation.
Chishiya kept his eyes in front of him, not looking at his father. “She seems like she’s more than just a publicity stunt father,” he said calmly. 
His father returned to him with the same tone, “She is far more, her father is a very powerful man and will make me a lot of money. She isn’t a publicity stunt, you two will be wed” He said. 
Chishiya felt his patience wearing thinner, “Father, how can I marry someone I barely know”, he knew nothing about you, except that you were a coffee-spilling slut that wore too much makeup. 
“You can do it and you will, in fact, you two will be wed next July,” he said. 
“Bu-”
“Shut up Chishiya, if you mess this up for me, your credit card is going to get cut off. Then you can see how much fun 100,000 dollars worth of tuition is to have” He sneered. 
Chishiya stayed quiet, he knew the deal, fighting back would be a losing battle.
“Yes father,” he said quietly. 
A few minutes later, you walked back into the room, an angry look in your pouty eyes. Your father was smiling, genuinely, though Chishiya could tell your smile was fake, just like his. 
“So Chishiya, what do you think of our deal,” Your father asked. 
Chishiya cleared his throat, looking at you and then his father hesitantly. The rude squint in his father almost made him flinch, but he knew better than to fuck this up for his father. 
“I think your daughter is beautiful sir, I would be honored to be wed to her. I promise to treat her well, you will never have to worry sir” He lied. 
Your father smiled, delighted by this idea, “Wonderful, I say you two should get to know each other. How about you all go out to dinner next Friday, Chishiya you can organize it” 
“Glady sir”
Both your fathers smiled happily, while Chishiya engaged in fake conversation. You stayed quiet, a look of pure anger in your eyes. You were the only one in the room that wasn’t pretending to be okay with what was going on. Your sharp nails were digging into your thigh and your eyes were holding in angry tears. 
It almost, just almost, made Chishiya wish he had been a little nicer to you this morning.  
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jungle-angel · 1 year
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The One With The Screen Door (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
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Summary: Clearly it’s time for a new screen door and Rhett’s paying for it
Rhett poured the last contents of the coffee pot into his mug, still in disbelief at how fucking hot it was outside. School had let out in mid May which meant that the ghouls were all home from school and out to cause as much trouble as they possibly could. 
It was only seven-thirty in the morning but Amy and Hannah had both gotten on their bikes and were heading over the hill to Wes and Nora’s to play with Danny and Bear while Tatum and Tanner had been turned loose after they came barreling into your room and had jumped on your bed to wake Rhett up. Kaya was still asleep in her crib in the nursery and wouldn’t wake up until at least eight, but Rhett was grateful that the boys could run wild for a little while. 
He glanced at the chore list posted on the fridge, not wanting to do any of it on such a glorious Saturday, wanting nothing more than to go on a woods walk with you and the kids. The last thing he wanted to do was give Diesel his worm pills or go run errands for Royal. 
“Mornin handsome,” you purred, kissing the bare skin on his shoulders. 
“Mornin sunshine,” Rhett chuckled, his hands moving over yours as you coiled your arms around his waist. 
“Anything on the agenda for today?” 
Rhett sighed. “Gotta give the dog that medicine to get rid of the heartworms,” he yawned.
“Poor Diesel,” you said. “Ten more days and he’s done with the meds.” 
“Thank God,” Rhett replied. “How’s baby girl upstairs?” 
“She’s just waking up.” 
Rhett set his coffee down and headed upstairs to Kaya’s room and sure enough, there she was, the pink cheeked, blue eyed little baby who laughed and wriggled in her little pink blanket. 
“Mornin princess,” Rhett cooed as he lifted her out of her crib, kissing her soft little cheeks, making her laugh even more. “You must’ve slept real good last night.” 
He brought her right back downstairs to the kitchen where you were enjoying your coffee, your face lighting up at the sight of your baby girl in Rhett’s arms. “God I wish they could stay this cute,” Rhett remarked. “Don’t get me wrong....” 
“Rhett I know what you mean,” you told him as you moved to the couch in the living room and unbuttoned your shirt so Kaya could feed. 
“Guess I better go and start those truck repairs,” Rhett sighed. “Otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it from Perry.” 
“Good luck,” you chuckled. “Because Monday, this one has a doctor’s appointment.” 
Rhett groaned a little as he tried to finish his coffee. All of a sudden, there came a series of excited yells before a loud *CRASH!* and a *THUD!* reached your ears. 
“Hey!” Rhett bellowed. “What the fuck was that all about?!” 
“Rhett! Little ears,” you reminded him. 
Rhett helped Tatum up off the floor, standing him right up on his feet. “First of all,” he said sternly. “Are you ok?” 
“My head hurts,” Tatum answered, rubbing his head. 
“Where’s your brother?” Rhett asked him. 
Rhett’s head turned towards the now ruined screen door to find Tanner slinking away from the door and trying to hide behind the porch rocker. “I see you Tanner James,” Rhett warned him. “Get over here.” 
Tanner meekly joined his brother, the two of them with their hands behind their backs and feeling the full intense gaze of their father. 
“Ya’ll are in big trouble,” Rhett told them. 
The boys cast their faces down at their feet. 
“That’s the ninth time this year I’ve had to fix the screen because of you two little ghouls,” Rhett told them. “Ya’ll go get your crappy clothes on. Your punishment for this one is that you’re gonna help Papa fix the fence and shovel the cow shit outta the barn. Now go, upstairs, move.” 
Tatum and Tanner hurriedly rushed upstairs while Rhett ran his hands over his face. “I love my boys.....I love my boys....I love my boys....” 
“Rhett,” you chuckled.
“I mean it (y/n),” Rhett told you. “I love’em to death, but they’re gonna be the death of me.” 
Royal opened the screen door a second later, making a face at the now giant hole that had formed when Tatum ran into it. “What the fuck did your little headcases do?” Royal laughed. 
“They ate shit on the screen door Dad,” Rhett answered. “The hell do you think they did?” 
Royal laughed and shook his head. “Bring’em on down,” Royal said. “Russ, Patrick and I will put’em to work.” 
“Go easy on’em Royal, they’re only four,” you told your father-in-law. 
“Which reminds me,” Royal said, looking right at Rhett. “Ya’ll gotta pay up.” 
“For the screen?!” Rhett blurted out. 
“Perry’s already out four hundred for truck parts,” Royal informed him. “I think I gouged him enough.” 
Rhett rolled his eyes and drew out forty dollars for a new roll of screen before going upstairs to wrangle the twins. As soon as you had finished feeding Kaya, you handed her right off to Royal. No sooner did Royal have Kaya than he noticed the laughing look on your face. 
“What?” he asked. “(Y/n), what the hell is it?” 
“Pretty sure Perry and Rhett did the same thing when they were their age, didn’t they?” 
“Hey, I ain’t sayin anything,” Royal insisted. “Ya’ll ask Cecelia about that one.” 
You laughed, knowing you would have to later. 
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billfarrah · 2 years
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So I finished my first Young Royals rewatch in a long time and I have thoughts - Part 1: Wilhelm
So I did not realize initially how much I would run my mouth so I’m actually going to separate my thoughts about the characters into different posts starting with Wilhelm. If this post does well, I’ll do it about the other characters too, because tbh I have a lot to say about everyone:
- First of all I cannot emphasize enough how much watching the whole series from start to finish just hits different. After so many months of just looking at gifs and photos, I am always blown away when I eventually rewatch the show as a whole by good it is. It’s the show’s vibes and atmosphere, cinematography, music, and fantastic pacing that make the show so compelling and that just doesn’t translate when you don’t watch the whole thing. I’m always worried I won’t like the show as much on my next rewatch and I’m always floored by just how much I love it every time.
- This point isn’t directly related to Wilhelm but I wanted to address it as I just noticed it this time. I’ve always suspected that the drugs the society are on in episode 4 are painkillers, but I’ve seen most people believing they were taking the ADHD meds. On rewatch, it’s very clear they’re using painkillers. In episode 2, I just noticed Simon steals Tramadol from Micke - which is a fast-release opiate painkiller. That can get you high as fuck. Many people take them recreationally as a way to get high and they’re a common source of addiction. Micke has a bad back we presume as Simon asks him how his back is in episode 1, but obviously Simon thinks Micke takes them recreationally. In the society party scene, the boys are taking the pills from the prescription bottles, which are likely also painkillers. So no, they weren’t using ADHD meds to get high; they were using opiates. Are these drugs illegal? No, but taking them for recreational purposes would definitely get you in a lot of shit if you were caught with them at a boarding school, or any school for that matter. As far as Simon only feeling responsible to pay Micke back for the booze and not the pills, I am not Swedish so I don’t know how it works, but from what I researched, one does not need to pay more than 2,300 krona per year for prescriptions, and most of Micke’s drugs were probably free as they are all prescription. Please correct me if I’m wrong.
- Anyway, I fucking love Wilhelm as a protagonist. I love how raw, gritty and unapologetic he can be. I could talk about his character for hours. He’s so nuanced and he rarely says what he is thinking or feeling, so I can understand why some viewers perhaps had a hard time connecting with him, but if you pay attention to his actions, everything he does makes sense without him needing to say a single word. I love that his sexuality is actually one of the few things about himself that he’s genuinely comfortable with; yeah, he has a few minutes of gay panic and he does push Simon away because he worries having a relationship with him would be too complicated, but Wilhelm’s feelings and sexual attraction for a boy is never the main thing he is concerned about and he is actually extremely comfortable with expressing that side of himself. He is elated by Simon, euphoric; he is electric with Simon beneath his hands. He’s in love with a boy and he knows it; that’s not what scares him - it’s the implication of what being in love with a boy means in the context of the rest of his life where the problem lies. It’s so refreshing to see a queer protagonist be so unabashed and expressive in his sexuality.
- Wilhelm’s dilemma is very clear despite, like I said above, him rarely verbalizing his feelings. The first episode makes his position perfectly clear - it’s not that he has an issue being a prince, he just hates how little control he has over his life, how little say he has in decisions that impact him, and the fact that he’s constantly being punished and scrutinized for the tiniest slip-ups. Wilhelm is ultimately just a person who wants control over his own life; he does not resent his privilege at all but rather the restrictions that come with it. When he gets into a fight at a party that wasn’t even his fault, he has to make a public apology and is sent to boarding school without being consulted by his parents, because they feel it is what he needs to do to save the image of the family. When he gets to Hillerska, Erik tells him essentially to just do whatever August tells him to do, even though Wilhelm clearly does not like August. When Wilhelm starts making his own friend in Simon, August is constantly meddling and telling him he shouldn’t be spending time with someone like him, and admonishes him for going to the football game with Simon and even gives him punishment for it. Even though Wilhelm is away from the palace and his family, he still has August there trying to act like he knows better than him and telling him how he should act.
Now enter Simon. As viewers, we have discussed at length how Simon completely shakes up Wilhelm’s world and perspective already so I won’t rehash that. However, there was one scene that stood out to me in connection with the above paragraph, and it’s one where Wilhelm does something that probably would be considered “bad” or a “mistake”, and Simon does not punish him for it. I’ve seen some people say Simon went too easy on him for calling him high and drunk on the football field, and I disagree; I think Simon’s reaction was exactly what Wilhelm needed, As I said above, Wilhelm is constantly being criticized and torn apart with consequences for even the tiniest or most minute thing, so for Simon to smile softly at him, tell him it’s okay and that he still likes him probably moved fucking mountains for Wilhelm. He did something stupid and he’s not getting scolded for it? Simon actually has compassion for him AND still likes him? No wonder Wilhelm immediately put himself between Simon’s legs. Wilhelm is a kid and he deserves to be a little bit reckless without being judged or admonished for it, and no, I don’t think him calling Simon was wrong or traumatic for Simon. Wilhelm was in a fragile state and Simon was concerned for him; he was not triggered, but I’ll get to that if I end up making a Simon post.
- Wilhelm is not shy. He has his moments of anxiousness and he is a bit awkward around Simon at first because he has a crush on him, but Wilhelm is actually very good at talking to people; he just doesn’t want to a lot of the time. He’s an introvert and he doesn’t really have patience for bullshit. I find people portray him as some shy little baby, but he’s actually quite blunt and curt sometimes in a way that I find amusing. He just genuinely has no patience for the frivolities and fakeness around him and while he knows how to play the game very well, he would rather just keep to himself than do so. His behaviour during his arrival to Hillerska is actually quite rude; he rolls his eyes when the PR lady tells him and the Headmistress to switch places for a better photo, utterly annoyed by the manufactured nature of it all. This isn’t me trying to say Wilhelm is a rude person; he isn’t and is actually very kind, but he isn’t always shy over expressing his displeasure; he just doesn’t do it all the time.
- People are too harsh on Wilhelm for most things, but one that stands out for me is his and Simon’s fight in the music room. Wilhelm came at the argument from a bad angle, yes, but he tries to make it right; unfortunately he struck a nerve with Simon and Simon walked away. He never once says he thinks Simon should take the fall; he just wants to have a dialogue with Simon over what their options are, but Simon was already angry and didn’t want to talk. He really did try to communicate with him.
- By the time of Lucia, Wilhelm is deflated. He is exhausted. He was terrified of losing Simon so he did what any privileged person would do, the only thing he knew how to do (and perhaps what was the only thing he could’ve done) - blame someone else. Simon still isn’t happy with him. Wilhelm doesn’t know what to do anymore. He feels like everything he does is wrong, he is wrong, he’s not cut out for anything. He doubts every decision he makes. All he wants is control over his own life but even when he takes matters into his own hands, it blows up in his face. This is why he was so easily manipulated into denying the video; he’s been through so much in such a short period of time and is questioning every decision he’s making. He doesn’t know what’s right or wrong anymore. Maybe his mother is right.
- I love that the writers weren’t afraid to make Wilhelm messy. To me there is nothing interesting about a protagonist that does the right thing every time because there is no room for them to grow. Wilhelm is such a fantastic protagonist because he has so much growing up to do. He makes mistakes and he’s a bit self-centered and caught up in his own world and he hurts Simon because of that, but he’s also motivated by incredibly pure feelings of love, passion, desire for his own autonomy and acceptance, control over himself and the things in his life. He is kind at heart but occasionally callous, he is anxious but also incredibly strong and powerful when he needs to be, he’s a giddy teenage boy in love but leaves Simon breathless with his confident mouth and hands. He is not just one thing all the time and that’s why he’s so exciting to me.
- During the scene where Wilhelm exposes August in front of the society, Edvin’s acting is particularly brilliant; we see that he has a powerful, assertive side to his personality, and is capable of being a leader, but you can also see in his body language and expression that he is a little bit anxious about it. His arms are crossed and his jaw twitches a bit; he’s working through his anxiety to do what he thinks is right, and we see him do this so many times throughout the series 0 most notably when he works through his anxiousness to connect with Simon, a boy he’s so desperately drawn to. He is not a shy uwu baby and he is not always crippled by his anxiety; it’s just a part of him.
This got away from me completely as I just have so many thoughts about this show. Please let me know if you’d like to me see talk about the other characters.
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laughingmaidenarising · 4 months
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Growing Up Filianist
These are just some differences I’ve noticed across the years. I hope this post is well put together and makes enough sense. I have tried my best not to ramble, because I have the terrible habit of doing so. Requested by @tenebrouscandor-blog :)
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1. Not Having a Church Building
—> our Rite of Sacrifice was held in our living room. 7 aunts and uncles and their respective spouses, me and my 4 siblings, and my 15 cousins all crowded together in that space! Plus my Grandmother, who was the lady of our household. While all my friends told me about their beautiful churches and intricate mosques I would in turn tell them of our precious home altar, decorated with all sorts of precious trinkets, and the icons of the Mother and Daughter that were plastered about. Sure, it was a tight squeeze. But we laughed and rejoiced so much on Holy Days and Days of Observance that nobody ever complained.
2. Having a Home Altar
—> I remember mentioning one time to my friends in Home Ec. class (it must’ve been around middle school) that I was excited to place the gingerbread cookies we had just made on our home altar. None of them seemed to have a clue what I was talking about! Imagine my surprise. I was so sad that none of them had ever experienced the happiness of placing any home-baked goods or handmade craft we (my cousins and siblings and i) were proud of on the altar. My Grandmother always told us that when we placed them on the altar it was as if we were showing our Mother our gifts just as we show our earthly mothers things we are proud of. A way of saying thank you to our Mother for all the wonderful tools she gives us so that we are able to make whatever thing we made. It has a large statue of our Mother as the Virgin Mary, and has different cloth colors depending the season or holiday. Incense was always burning on it and the type would change according to the appropriate season or holiday. A little jar for our prayers would lay in front of it and if there was some prayer we were maybe too embarrassed to pray with everybody about we could drop it in the little jar. I could talk for hours on our home altar, so if anyone is interested i’ll make a seperate post on that :)
3. Holidays!
—> one of the most noticeable differences for me was the different holidays my family observed compared to, for example, my Christian friend. Halloween became Tamala, a 3 day celebration full of both solemnity and joy. Christmas was known as the Nativity, with a Fir Tree and a Star Fairy involved. New Years was celebrated but we also enjoyed the Day of Sai Herthe. Easter was spelled as Eastre to me (i remember my teachers being quite mad about that) and was much more stretched out than my christian friends Easter Mass and egg hunt. Of course, Filianism has its own special holidays. Maura, for example, is similar to Lent but not quite. Med-Maura is not a thing to Catholics, for example. (The month of Maura seemed sooo long to us as kids because we knew we would be gently encouraged to give something up in remembrance of our Lady’s death.) I could go on, but then I would be rambling. Once again, if anyone has more interest in hearing on specific holidays or just holidays in general please let me know!
4. Lady of the Household
The men in my family were most definitely never oppressed or hated or looked upon as lesser. There was, though, an emphasis on there being a lady of the household instead of a lord. Usually the oldest woman in the home. In my family that was my Grandmother, because she lived with us. For my cousins it was their own mother. the lady of the household was meant to be wise and patient and thoughtful. To guide the family closer to our Mother and to each other. She would sit at the head of the table, and lead out in most prayers (at dinner us kids would rotate on whose turn it was to pray) , and have the ‘final word’ if you will, in most if not all matters. So it was quite a shock to have a sleepover at a friends house and see their dad sitting at the head of the table instead of their mother (at my house it would be my Grandmother, but at my cousins houses it was their mother), and their father having the blessing, and all that.
I felt rather stupid for feeling shocked, because i’d taken world history. i knew that most of the world followed a male-dominated societal structure. but i’d never experienced a household like that before my first sleepover at 15. It was also quite different that most if not all of my friends would say “I have to ask my dad” and i would say “i have to ask my Grandmother”.
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I have tried my best to explain everything in a way that would make the most sense. I don’t know if I have achieved it, so if there are any things that need clarification please let me know and I will do my best to do so. I have written and rewritten this post multiple times over the past day or so because I was fearful that my points wouldn’t be understood or be criticized. I feel as though I always say this but: please remember that this is how I was raised. Perhaps other filianists would raise their children differently. I’m sure that’s alright. Everything I mention is not out of me claiming that the way I was raised is the only way, I am only showing a way.
Thank you!
Many blessings to you all
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diorncoke · 9 months
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I think I’ll keep you here in my arms forever ୧⋆。🔑
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˚⋆ ☽ °˖ summary: reader never thought her life would become something more than just being a sick teenager with a rare skin disorder. she definitely didn’t expect to have one of the most potent aliens on the planet to be fond of her.
˚⋆ 🕊️°✩⋆ authors note: i ran to write this because, my goodness, does it make sense lmao:,) — word count: 3.1k
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🛸 characters: transformers: rise of the beasts:, unicron, / x black! fem! little! reader ♡
🛸 content warning(s): no set plot line, mentions of wounds, descriptions of skin issues, talks of money problems, the word ¡slave! used on multiple occasions, bottle feedings, cuddles, fluff, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!
🛸 before reading: her dress & bottle, https://pin.it/fvoSBYJ , https://pin.it/2pSc9aG
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🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Reader twiddles her sandal-covered toes in the passenger seat of her older brother's car. He had come into this vehicle from doing some underground work. He never told her anything except his adrenaline rush when he begged the wheel in said car. Sitting in the same car, she pushed her tiny fingers against the dashboard, feeling relaxed from the vents tingling against her red patch.
The siblings sat in the parking area of their apartment complex where their mother lay sleeping, for goddess knows how long her shift would be in the morning. Taking care of a sick child who didn’t even have enough mental energy to do online school, let alone get a full-time job to support her family. She hates watching her brother hold a simple cup of coco milk that he crushed her medicine in—in comparison, rushing to put breakfast on the table for their mom. All she was was a burden.
The rain hit the windows of the vehicle, watching the raindrops race against one another in her mind. Secretly she hoped one of the rights won against the other raindrop. She smiled as she cheered loudly in her head.
The excitement died, feeling small patches were highlighter red and hurt like a semi-truck hitting a Honda. Taking a sharp breath intake feeling her stomach cramp from another patch forming from the a/c being too uncool. It wasn’t something she wanted to state to her brother, all he wanted to do was help, and she was complaining about it not being good enough.
“Come here.” Noah carefully lifted the reader from the passenger side, grimacing at how light the teen felt. God, when had she lost all this weight? He could feel her ribs through his shirt. He knew the girl ate - he made sure of it. Constantly bombarding her with snacks and bottles of Ensure - he knew sometimes the meds did weird things to her metabolism and eating patterns, but she still should have had more meat on her bones.
The chilled feeling of his leather jacket hitting her delicate skin felt lovely. She could take a nap right here in the arms of her protector. Her bony arms found their way against his shoulders, giving him a cold hug with all the strength she could.
“You’re being cute. What’d you do?” Noah chuckled, feeling her ruffle her fingers against their similar hair between her fingers. She fought back a smile from underneath her chin, even though she was terrible at hiding it. Her nose scrunched, feeling him twiddle his fingers underneath her lip. Knowing each crevice of her face would make her giggle and give up her wants.
“Just missed you.” Noah smiled quietly, knowing she had seen it anyways. He distracted himself by placing his large hand on her stomach to lift the remaining texture up and away from her irritated skin.
“Feels good?” He questioned, holding her head against his chest with a soft kiss against it.
“Mmhm. The car is pretty. Did you name them?” Reader answered sweetly, rubbing her fingers against the roof of the car. There was something so pretty about the car. It was like a shiner new toy from the store. It was outshining her old ones in her toy chest.
She had never been inside something so expensive in her life. With her skin condition, a cooling feeling helped her hives calm themselves down tremendously. But with being low income, they couldn’t afford an a/c. Let alone a proper one.
Unknown to her, Noah felt that his new accompanied friend could form an a/c high enough to cool her inflamed stomach and arms. Causing such a connection exposed something he didn’t think he expected.
Abruptly the car shook forwards, and the feeling of the car they comfortably resided in came apart. The interior shifted from a two-door vehicle into small metal compartments that slowly pushed the siblings outside of it. The force of the movement made each of their heads shake harshly, though it was the last thing on her mind.
The being in front of her stood at least 20 feet tall. Though it seemed this one was bent over laughing at who knows what. All it caused was her to hide behind her brother, though she still peaked at the blue and silver thing. Her ( eye colour) eyes squinted, gazing between Noah and the metal action figure. The reader could almost tell he seemed annoyed. Did he know this strange-looking thing that was not from around here? And why didn’t he tell her?
She still curled into a tight ball peaking at the transformed being before her. She could feel her skin break out in hives from the beaded sweat on her neck. Noah’s senses were on overdrive seeing his little sister grimace in pain. He knew that his new friend didn’t mean any harm to her or knew of her condition. But seeing her in the state wasn’t something he could ever get used to.
“Dude!”
“Aw shit, my bad. I didn’t mean to scare the little lady.” Mirage looked upon a delicate being in the arms of his newly founded friend. Noah offered her comfort, allowing himself to haul his hands in her curls, though still shaking ever so slightly. She winced initially but didn’t move her hand away from his touch in discomfort or resistance. Relaxing against her brother's touch, it was no wonder why Mirage interrupted their moment.
“It tickled.” The action figure pouted while kicking a small rock in between his foot. Noah looked down at his sister, forcing her to push her figure out before the transformer. Out of all the metal things he had met, Mirage would be the last one on his list to hard him or his little sister.
“Hi.” Reader grimaced against her tightly closed teeth. Her hands twiddle behind her silk pyjamas, cranking her neck upwards to him. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge, especially against someone who could crush her with their foot. Plus, he looked so sweet.
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🌿🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The reader didn’t know how she had gotten captured by such a feared hunter in the universe. She had taken her time walking in the cage with Noah and Elena. She was running her hands on the symbols she had recognized. The low light area turned froze with anxiety when one of Scourge’s pets ran across the wall she stood against. All she felt was one of his paws embedded in her skin, coated in her blood.
The harsh sandy beds embellished her tanned skin, and she felt its mouth hovering over her neck before biting down harshly. Her voice squeaked, feeling the puncture wounds wheeze throughout her voice. Her eyes filled with tears before they fell on her cheeks, feeling the teeth pressed harder with each movement it made. Her forehead beaded with sweat, thinking of her life flashing over her eyes once more. She thought it would be her own body, but it was clear that she had new friends that she was fond of. They came ones that could kill her with a flick of their wrist.
“Noah!” She screamed the best she could, knowing the creature pressed on her voice box. It was a childish cry that couldn’t distinguish between a crow. She felt herself become limb against the creature's teeth, knowing any more movement could paralyze her. Her mind hyper-focused on her breathing, and she had her to notice the creature had pulled her outside, clearly making its way to its owner.
But nothing was more scary than being forcefully placed in an unknown environment with no time to adapt.
Unicron didn’t quite understand what was compelling him to be so gentle to this young girl presented in front of him. Maybe it was because she previously held the key against her chest like a teddy bear floating above the environment he only used for his slaves he wrongfully surrendered to abuse. His gears winced, thinking she had known of this like the thought of seeing her hating or disliking him would make him perish. Something about her tugged heartstrings he didn’t know he had.
“Come here, little one.” He watched the being they called (name) present her face towards him, hearing the chilling soft voice he used on her. He hated how his slave pushed the little thing to her knees before she could process what he had called upon her. The sight made him want to inflict complete charge pain on this Scourge who dared to push her to the ground. She could only wince, feeling the robot push his metal fingers into her shoulders while tears and heat coursed throughout her body. In her short time, she loved the feeling of her new friend's metal, but the robot beside her felt cold in a mean way. His energy made hers melt.
“Unhand her.” Not a second later, scourge did, placing his hands behind him like he was trained to do. The energy around her seemed lighter as he lifted her with his mind softly from her kneeled position. However, she seemed scared to look into his eyes, obviously from the interaction with his slaves in such a short time. He heard her sniffle while she put her hands in front of her. Patches of brutal red formed on her skin like they did the first time he watched his subjects claw at her at the lab. She was sick, her body almost gawking at her flesh.
Looking behind, seeing the world turn to standard colours around her shocked her. The surroundings she had once known weren’t something she could get used to. The air felt thinner; each breath felt like the half it did when she was on earth. The skin that surrounded her insides didn’t feel like they were her own, almost replaced by someone she didn’t recognize. She wished she listened to her brother when he said to stay in the safe house in Peru. She knew she would need it as she spent the majority of her bed rest exploring ancient relics of a time before jokes even commenced. It was something she had always been fascinated with.
And to think of her situation, she would die in her room scrolling through the web.
“What brings you here?” Unicron questioned, knowing his eyes fought to leave the deeply embedded skin on her neck.
“The scary spider thingy,” Reader added a quick sir at the end to ensure the safety. Her neck broke out in hives feeling sweat from her hair touching her neck form. The robot was just as intimidating as her mother, throwing a chancla six feet away and still reaching her. Her gaze barely met the beings, mostly keeping her head down, moving them occasionally towards Scourge.
“Do not fear us. Come closer.” Unicron’s voice softened much more, sweetening his native tongue towards her. He constructed a hand to show what he was doing. The all-powerful couldn’t help but move the little one towards his with the slightest flick of his wrist. His heart pounded in his chest, and he watched her come forward, entering his space. The scent of a human heart formed the same way he did in his ears. She smelled of medical crème and the mixture of honey and flowers that prickled her tiny fingers. The same ones she ran against her patched arms. She was nervous.
Her floating figure was the size of one of his fingers. The sight almost made his heart flutter. The sight of her was something so regular yet intense. Eternal, beyond the universe, beyond his galaxies of worlds he had concurred and destroyed with the same hand he placed her softly onto the very pad of his metal hand. The delicate touch of her flowery salmon dress pooling against it swirled his world in a colour scheme he had yet to see in his world. The tiniest/largest of curls popped each time her twitched eyes did while looking upwards towards him as her braided pigtails flapped against her (hair length) sweetly.
“I do not mean to interrupt you, Master. But she must be going back now. Her human friends are destroying everything we built to find her.” Scourge grimaced, knowing the man did not like being interrupted or spooked out of turn. He flinched before feeling the pulsating electricity that stroked his nerves heavily. Though he never actually felt it. His eyes opened, feeling his master form himself into a much smaller self to play with what the humans called a little. He would soon only be four feet higher than himself. It will be a sight for sore eyes. For once, he was not withering over in pain.
“Let them. She will be of no harm.” His formed face picked up what they called a smile. Feeling her hand touch each crevice of his hand. A small giggle coming from her chest warmly filled his ears as they twitched towards the sound.
“Excuse me, sir.” Unicron flicked his eyes toward the little one in his palm. The quiet politeness of her tiny voice was utterly sweet. Reader hesitantly looked upwards to the eyes of the robot while twiddling with her thumbs. Watching the light press of her dimples showing underneath that beautiful tanned skin, he fell in love with her. The nagging feeling of not being watched so inventively by someone she wasn’t close to. She was left with a nauseating feeling in her stomach. Or maybe it was because the air change left her lightheaded and hungry. The tiniest of grumbles coming from her belly notified him of her hunger.
“Yes?” His voice silkily lost all of the roughness in his throat.
“I in no way mean to bother you. Of course. But maybe I could have something to eat. Sir.” She felt uneasy in the silence that came after her sentence. Swallowing thickly, she felt the hairs on her neck stand up, watching the robot adjust his posture closer to her. It was the thought of his twitching ears that made her feel comfortable enough to ask. He notes that he shall do it more often.
Though the nervous demeanour didn’t last for long, the reader watched the man fumble to his knees slowly in approaching her space. Leaving a rumble from his weight, she wafted her nose in his calming scent of sandalwood and metal. It was as refreshing as rain hitting her window, watching it closely while she smothered herself with plushies.
Though it was unknown to her, the robot made her a meal with his mind. The all-powerful being had yet to commence himself to being small enough to place her in the crevice of his lap and, at the same time, doing so, still at least four feet taller than (your height) girl. Unicron gave the universe the slightest smile as she became the size of a toddler rather than a pebble on his palm.
Floating over the pair was a baby blue co-bottle with an adult tip that was perfect for her. The contents inside were something the humans called angel milk. A tasty treat would be ideal for the grumbles of her little belly, hm?
“Baba?” Her voice was nothing less than sweet, pointing towards the milk bottle now in front of her face. Her eyes glistened like the diamond of a chandelier dangling from the top of the ceiling, pooling into her (eye colour) like it was always meant to. She could feel her mouth instantly melt to open to the exposure of a bottle. It was unknowingly something she had craved deep within her heart.
“You like?” Unicron appealed to her big eyes staring at the bottle. Not even questioning where it even came from, just that she wanted it quite severely.
“Scourge, leave us.” He demanded. His hard eyes watched the being bow before him before the portal between the two worlds closed.
He delicately picked the reader up; the metal fingers quickly chilled her patch. He watched the minor redness in the corner of her eyes with tiredness and hunger. The reader weighed almost nothing cradled in Unicron's large arm. He couldn’t imagine anything but living in this beautiful moment with her. He cooed, watching her lips wrap around its nipple eagerly. The sound of suckling on her milk while she looked into his deep and cold eyes only softened in the presence quickly.
“I am deeply sorry for my- um, friends and the way they treated you. I will fix this. For you, my sweat heart.” Unicron hesitated about using words not meant for such a small child. All he felt was himself using his other hand to push the small amounts of hair that fell into her face. Reader smiled against his finger, hearing words that were so simple yet powerful. The thought of ever leaving made her a little sad. She would have to enjoy being in his arms while it lasted.
Unicron began to bounce his knee, whispering sweet encouragements into her ear. Before he knew it, the world amongst him was slightly brighter. The feeling of a blanket coming into his universe wrapped around the little one in his arms. As well as sighting her flesh wounds beginning to layer among themselves, healing her completely.
Within a bit, she fell asleep in the arms of a powerful creature that torments people for a living. A tender smile pulled at his lips as a fond expression crossed his face. Leaning down, he allowed his hands to hover over her cheekbones. Then, closing the distance, he gently pressed his forehead against the readers. He was falling backwards against his throne. Relaxing.
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Just as Unicron was about to pull himself into his soft bed, he felt his chest heavy — weird.
As he looked down, there she laid, his sweet baby angel. She was hiding her dainty arm up against his arm, gripping it tenderly. In contrast, her other hand was stuck in front of her mouth with her thumb sucking softly back and forth smoothly. She felt warm but not in a harmful way, tangles in her sulked sheets that caved the delicate scent she wished to devour whole. He felt himself unclench any forms of tension throughout his body. The jaw he clenched tightly, the creasing that showed in dents softened in sight of his little one.
They weren’t going to be taking his newly-founded baby any time soon.
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Sliding Into Home ~ You Left Me
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Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)
Synopsis:
After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.
* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**
Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The Dodgers started the season on the road.  A ten-game road trip spanning twelve days was unusual at the beginning of the season but here Frank was heading to the airport. 
“Behave. One bad report...” 
“When have I ever been that bad Frank?”  Mary put her hand on hip and gave him the patent “you’re an idiot” look.  
Frank sighed. “Never. Alright Nug, I’ll call when I get to the hotel.” He hugged his niece and kissed the top of her head. “See you in two weeks.”  
He hugged Scott.  “I left some of the team numbers on the desk.  If you can’t reach me, use the list.”  
“I know the drill.  Not my first rodeo,” Scott said.  
“Yeah, yeah.” He waved him off.  He got into his Camero and took off to the airport.  
A couple of days into the trip, Scott received a call from Mary’s school.  “Hello?” 
“Hello, is this Mr. Adler or Mr. Evans.”  
“This is Mr. Evans.”  
“Oh, well I’m Mrs. Hathaway, the nurse at Sunshine Prep. Mary is in my office and she is running a fever and threw up.  I think it's best she went home for the day.”  
“Sure, I’ll be there in ten.”  
“See you soon.”  
Scott hung up and debated calling Frank.  No, I’ll wait until morning, Scott thought as he headed out to the car.  After picking up Mary, he headed to the store for some juice and crackers. Once she was in bed, he gave her some fever reducer, some crackers and liquids. He settled to watch Frank play. An hour into the game, he heard a soft whimper.  Scott went to Mary’s room. “Mary?” 
She thrashed in her sleep, soft moans of pain coming from her mouth.  Scott touched her forehead, and it was like fire.  The medicine should have worked by now, so something was definitely wrong.  He raced over to the desk and saw the numbers.  His eyes landed on one of them. It would be a risk, but he needed answers before he called Frank.  
“Hello?” 
“Hi, Dr. Hernandez, this is Scott Evans.  I’m Frank Adler’s nanny and I have a problem.”  
“What is the problem?” 
“It’s Mary.  I got a call from her school, and she had thrown up and was running a high fever.  I gave her meds and fluids, but the fever is not coming down.”  
Abby’s heart sank to her stomach.  “Ok, I’lll be right there.  What the address?” 
As Abby plugged in the address, she realized that Frank didn’t live far from her.  Just 10 minutes up the coast.  She raced to the house, got through the gate and up to the house. When she walked up the door flew open.  “Dr. Hernandez?” 
“Hi. Call me Abby”.  
“Scott.” They shook hands briefly.  “She’s in here.”  He began to walk quickly through the house and into Mary’s bedroom.  
Abby crouched down and felt Mary’s head.  “Oh yeah, this is high.”  She used her forehead thermometer to get a reading.  “103, that’s not good.  Get me a cool washcloth,” she ordered Scott.  As she checked Mary’s eyes and mouth, her eyes fluttered open. “Abby?” 
“Hi sweet girl. How are you feeling?” 
“Everything hurts,” she whimpered.  
“I know Nugget.  Try having some water.”  Mary sipped but immediately threw it back up, unable to swallow or keep it in.  “Ok, sweetheart.  Time to go.”  She stood up and faced Scott.  “We need to take her to the emergency room.  She needs fluids and IV medication.”  
“What about Frank?” 
“We’ll call once we get her started on treatment.  You have the power to make decisions?”  
“Yes.”  
“Grab the paperwork and let’s go.” 
On the drive to the hospital, Abby’s mind drifted to the day she met Mary.  
Eight Years before – two months before the draft.    “C’mon Diane, you can do it,” Frank coached as Diane groaned from the pain.   “I can’t. I can’t do this. Frank..”.  “You got this sweetie,” Abby said as she held Diane’s other hand.  “You’re gonna meet your sweet little girl. But you gotta push.”   “She’s right Dee, one more,” Frank encouraged.   Diane gritted her teeth and bared down. She screamed as the head popped out and then went lax as the rest of her body pushed the new life out.   “It's a girl,” the doctor declared.  He placed the new baby onto Diane’s chest. Diane cried as she held her new daughter.    “Is dad going to cut the cord?” the nurse asked.   “I’m her brother,” Frank replied, staring at the tiny baby in his sister’s arms.   “I want you to do it Frankie,” Diane said.   Frank picks up the scissors and made the cut where they told him to.  “Does she have a name?” another nurse asked.   “Mary,” Diane replied.   After she was cleaned up, Abby and Frank were cooing at little Mary.  “Abby?” Diane called.   “What’s up Dee?” Abby went to sit next to her other best friend.   “I know that Mary’s sperm donor won’t care about her. I asked Frank to be her god father as well as being her uncle, but will you be Mary’s godmother?”  Abby’s eyes welled. “I would be honored Dee.”  
Abby called in favors at USC General to get Mary in quickly.  The fever was holding steady, so the ER had cooling blankets and cold IV liquids pushed in, along with higher dose medications.  They ran tests and finally, her colleague told her the results.  She sighed in relief and went to talk to Scott.  “Scott, Mary is going to be fine.”  The man sagged in front of her.  “She’s got a severe case of food poisioning.  You made all the right calls but she needed better treatment.”  
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes.  
She took his hand.  “I’ve called Todd Phelps to inform Frank. He will be here in a few hours but if you want to sit with Mary, I can take you to her.”  
Abby walked Scott to the room, and he immediately kissed the child on the forehead. “She's not as warm.”  
Abby smiled.  “She’s on some heavy duty antibiotics and pain relief. She’ll be here until tomorrow. I’ll make sure they bring a cot in for you tonight.”  
“Thank you, Abby.” Scott enveloped her in a hug.  
“It's nothing,” as she patted his back.  “I’ll be back to check on her.”  
Eight years prior – four months into the season  “Diane!”  Abby was shocked to see Frank’s sister at his door.  Frank had just left for a road trip and Abby was studying for her finals at Boston U.   “Hi Abby.  Can I come in?”  “Of course. Hi Mary!” She cooed at the infant in Diane’s arms.    “Umm, where’s Frank?” Diane fidgeted.   Abby looked at her confused.  “He just left on a road trip.  Five days. Is everything ok?”  Diane paced in the living room.  “I can’t do this.  I can’t be a mom.”   “Whoa, sweetie, take a breath.” Abby stopped her.  “What’s going on?”  Diane looked at her best friend.  “Here,” she handed the baby over to her.  “You take her.”   “What?” Abby held on to Mary as Diane dropped the baby bag.    “She likes you better than me.”  She kissed the top of her daughter's head. “Bye Mary.”  And she ran out before Abby could stop her. 
Abby pushed back the tears.  She needed to be strong for her goddaughter.  She checked in with the doctors and made a round to a patient that she had before getting back to the room.  As she checked Mary’s chart, the young girl began to stir.  “Abby?” 
“Hi Nugget.  How are you feeling?” Abby whispered, being mindful of the sleeping Scott.  
“Tired and my throat hurts.”  
“Let me get you some water.”  Abby pours her a glass with a straw.  “Small sips to get started, ok?” 
Mary drank some before lying back. “What happened?” 
“Well, you got a really bad case of food poisoning and you had a very high fever.  Scott called and we rushed you to the hospital. Gonna have to stay here a day or so to let the medicine work.”  
“Where is Frank?” 
“He’s on his way from Atlanta.” Abby could see the fear in her eyes. “Nugget? Its ok baby girl.” She held the girl’s hand.  
“You left me,” she said in an accusatory tone.  
Abby took a deep breath. “Yes, I did.”  
“You said you loved me and you left.”  
“I know Mary, but it was complicated and...” 
“No, you said that if we really love someone, you would never leave them. You left Frank and you left me. Just like my mom. So then you lied.  You lied about loving us.”  
Abby felt her eyes begin to leak. “No, I... Nugget, I have loved you since the day you were born. I was very angry when I left because of what happened with Frank. But...” she hesitated and then took a deep breath, “I never stopped loving you or Frank.”  
“You didn’t want to leave me?” 
“Never sweetheart. Nugget, you are so precious to me.” When Mary began to cry, Abby climbed into bed with her and held her close. “You are my precious Nugget, and I am so sorry that I made you think that you weren’t loved. We love you so much, my beautiful girl.”  She rocked her back and forth as Mary cried until she felt her calm and her breaths slowed down.  
Seven years ago...  “She abandoned my niece with my girlfriend, who happened to be her god mother for almost a year and now she wants custody back.  She’s a drug addict.  It’s a miracle that Mary wasn’t born into that.”  Frank paced as he yelled at his attorney, Emily Nelson. “What the hell is she playing at?”  Abby was wringing her hands. That night a year ago was burned into her brain. Learning that Diane had been doing heroin, causing her to panic and abandoning sweet little Mary.  A small blessing that Diane had decided to bottle feed the baby and had kept clean during the pregnancy was the only things allowing Abby to hold out hope for her friend.  “Frankie, please relax.”    “She wants custody back of Mary, Cricket. We can’t let that happen.” Frank could see the fear in Abby’s eyes at his outburst.  “I’m sorry.” He sat and took his hand. “What do we do?”  “We're going to fight this Frank,” Emily replied. “You and Abby have given Mary a stable home. She is thriving and growing up so well.  The courts will not give custody of her back to Diane.”    “What about Evelyn? She’s backing Diane in this,” Abby asked.    “The fact that she hasn’t been in the child’s life at all is a strike against her support.  Is there anything, anything at all that could help show...”   “Mike. He’s the one that saw her using just a couple of months ago.”   “Is he willing to testify?”  Abby nodded as Frank said, “yes.  He loves Mary as much as we do.”   “Good. Let’s get this together.”   The custody hearing had been hard but in the end the judge decided to keep sole custody with Frank. Diane had the option of visitation if she completed a drug rehab program, which she had refused.  That night, Abby put Mary to sleep in her room after singing to her. Frank watched from the doorway.  As she left the room, Frank grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall.  Abby giggled before Frank slotted his mouth against hers.  When he pulled away, he looked at his girl. “Is this going to be our baby someday?”  Abby’s heart fluttered. “Do you want it to be?”  Frank caressed her face. “If you let me have a baseball team with you, I would. But let’s just say one or two.”  He kissed her softly.  
“That the next adventure?” He nodded. “Then yes, one day, it will be ours. When I’m done with school and have my practice, then we can have one or two. Mary needs a sibling.”  
The smile that crossed Frank’s face made Abby feel like his world.  “Let’s practice,” he said as he lifted her over his shoulder with a squeal. “Gotta get this right,” as laughter floated down the hallway.  
The memory shook Frank as sat on the plane. This was the first time Mary had been really sick while he was away. All he could think about was his little girl, scared and ill, wondering where he was.  The flight from Atlanta was smooth, the exit from the airport not so much.  He picked up the phone and called Scott.  “Scott, what’s happening.”  
“She’s in good hand Frank. The medicine is working and she’s sleeping.”  
“Good. Good. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just got my bag.” He saw a sign with his name on it at baggage claim. Thankfully the team had made the arrangements while he had been in the air.  The streets of LA were quiet, and the trip took no time at all.  
Frank runs into the hospital, bag slinging over his shoulder.  He makes it to reception.  “Mary Adler?” The nurse gives him directions and he walks as fast as possible.  He sees the room and stops, taking a moment to calm himself before enters. And he stops again.  
Scott was asleep in the recliner next to the bed, but Abby was asleep in bed with Mary. Frank’s heart clenched.  This was how it was always supposed to be. Their little family.  He crouched down. “Cricket?” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Cricket?” 
Her nose scrunched up before she slowly opened her eyes. “Frankie?” 
“Yeah Cricket, its me.”  
“What time is it?” 
“After 1 AM. I got here as soon as I could. How is she?” 
Abby got herself quietly out of bed and moved to the hallway with Frank.  “She’s doing well. She responded to the medication quickly.  The fever broke about an hour ago.  You should be able to take her home in the morning.”  
Frank let out a breath and then enveloped Abby in a hug.  “Thank you, Cricket.  Thank you so much. I was so scared.” He breathed her in, her unique scent of strawberries and champagne he remembered from her shampoo calmed his heart and he held her tighter.  
“I know, when Scott called, my heart dropped. But she’s ok. The on-call doctor will check her over before discharging.”  She looked at her phone at the many missed calls and messages from Mike.  “I should get going.”  
“Ok.” Frank hugged Abby again and dropped a kiss on her cheek.  “Thank you, again, Cricket.” 
“Always Frankie.”  She smiled as walked out.  The drive home was a blur for her as she remembered how good it felt to be in Frank’s arms and feel his lips on her once more.  She shook her head and pulled into her driveway.  As she entered, Mike stood up in the living room.  “Where the hell have you been?” 
“I got called into emergency surgery with Dr. Anderson. Bad radial fracture. Poor kid is never going to play again but we saved the leg.  I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to call and I thought you would be asleep by now.”  She yawned.  
“Oh,” Mike’s demeanor changed.  “Sorry beautiful. I was just worried about you.” He kissed her gently. “Let’s get you to bed.”  
Abby sighed.  Not because she was going to bed but that she managed to lie smoothly to Mike.  
Because her family had needed her and nothing would stop her from protecting them.  
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