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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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Back Pain

Back Pain

Pairing: Teacher Ben x f! Nurse reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: a belated birthday request for a friend of mine! This is what she asked for, with Teacher Ben:

"Reader is the school nurse

And Ben pulls his back - so two football hunks from his class carry him into the first aid room.

(Let's call her Miss Mint, cause she gets everyone a cup of mint tea all the time)

Course they're both crushing on each other..

First kiss maybe? 🙂 back massage with no shirt? Poor Ben 🙂"

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"It's funny how your illness always seems to coincide with Mr. Shah's quizzes, Maria."

The student in front of me tries her best to hide her guilt. "No, Nurse Mint, I really do feel like, sick." She coughs dramatically, and obviously fake.

"I see. Well I've taken your temperature and since you're not exhibiting any other symptoms-"

"No, really, I'm sick." Another fake cough.

"Maria, make sure to sign up for drama class next semester. You'll be brilliant on stage."

She perks up. "You think so? I've been prac- ah dammit!" Realizing I got her to admit she was faking, she groans and grabs her backpack, heading towards the door.

"Tell Mr. Shah I said hi."

She waves over her shoulder and leaves. Being a high school nurse never gets old.

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It's quiet today. Just the typical stream of kids who need their daily meds and such.

Loud noises come from the hall outside, coming closer to the clinic. I catch a few words, including my name, so I walk around my desk to open the door.

There, in the hall, are 2 of the school's football players and between them they're carrying-

"Mr. Ben?" I ask, pulling the door open wider as the 2 students carry him inside.

"Where can we put him?" One of the students asks.

I gesture to a bed. "Here." I put on some gloves as the students gently set Mr. Ben on the bed.

"Move back, please," I say as I move to stand in front of Ben. The students step back, waiting to see if I need any more help.

"Hi, Ben. What happened?" I'm standing in front of him, watching pained expressions move across his face. His beautiful face.

"I think I-" He hisses when he moves "-threw my back out."

"Thank you, boys. You may head to class now."

They nod, telling Mr. Ben they hope he feels better.

"Now, what happened?" I ask as I head back to my desk, opening a side drawer to pull out some pain meds for him.

He chuckles softly and then hisses again. "I just..turned wrong."

"Turned wrong?"

"Yeah I'm old. It happens."

"You're not that old," I smile at him as I hand him a bottle of water and a cup with pain meds in it. He hisses again trying to grab the bottle.

"It's okay. I'll help. Can you turn your head for me to give these to you?"

He takes a breath and moves his head back, his bright, brown eyes finding mine. I can see from the look in his eyes he's in more pain than he's letting on. I help him take the pain meds, stepping back to look at him.

"Let's take off your shirt."

"I-what?"

"So I can massage your back, help work it out while the meds kick in."

He blushes, bright pink flushing up his cheeks. "I, uh oh. You don't have to. I'll be ok." He hisses again when he moves and I shake my head.

"I won't force you, but it will help."

He looks at me, eyes like a puppies and I get lost in them a moment. To be honest, I've had a crush on this man since my first day. He's great with the students and they absolutely adore him. Sometimes too much, if you've seen the fancams.

It doesn't hurt that he's easily the most handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on.

He swallows hard and slightly nods, closing his eyes at the bit of pain that movement causes.

"Ok." He tries to move to unbutton his shirt, but grunts out in pain. I move closer to him, placing my hands gently over his.

"M-may I?" I ask.

He looks up at me, something else in his eyes. Almost like…

"Y-yeah. Ok."

My fingers tremble, undoing each button, slowly revealing a small smattering of freckles across his chest. He's got a small tummy and the sight of it goes straight through me. He catches me staring and tries to pull his shirt around his stomach.

"I'm not super fit-"

"You're gorgeous."

"What?"

"What? Oh uh let me help you take off the shirt so I can get at your back."

He nods and I slowly slide the shirt off his shoulders, helping him remove his arms. He grunts a few times at the pain and I can't stop apologizing for it.

"It's not your fault I'm old and turning wrong can put me on my ass for a week."

I chuckle. "You're not that old. And I don't want to cause you pain so please tell me to stop if it hurts."

"Ok."

I move to stand behind him, pulling out my tiny jar of Tiger Balm. Ben approves it and tells me where it hurts the most. I gather up some balm, fingers hovering over the spot he indicated before I touch him, massaging the spot with gentle force. Ben grunts and moans as I work my fingers into his back, and I feel myself flushing, thinking of how else I could get him to make those sounds.

"Oh, shit that feels…ugh there! There! Harder!"

I massage harder, Ben letting out a gasp and a moan as I feel the knot unwind under my hands. I stop and he breathes deep for several moments.

"Are you ok, Mr. Ben?"

He nods slightly. "You have magic fingers."

I smile, moving back around to stand in front of him. "Glad to help. Let me help you with your shirt."

I slide his arms back in the sleeves and help him button up his shirt. I'm so close to him I can smell his cologne, woodsy and a bit like parchment. I chance a glance at his eyes and find him already staring at me, an odd look on his face, as if he's trying to decide on saying something. Smoothing out his shirt, I toy with the collar.

"Is..are you feeling better?"

"Y-yes. I don't know how I would've made it without you."

"You'd have found a way I'm sure."

I move to step away, but apparently my shoes were untied and I trip over the laces. But I never hit the ground, Ben grabbing me and holding me, preventing my fall. We're close, noses nearly touching.

Ben clears his throat. "Are…are you ok?"

"Hhmm? Oh uh…yeah. Yes, I-"

His eyes travel across my face, lingering on my lips for a moment longer.

"Are you sure?" He moves his head slightly closer to me.

"Sure about what?" I move closer to him.

"Tripping." He's the closest he's been to me, our noses just barely brushing against each other.

"What?"

His lips press to mine hesitantly, waiting for my to pull back. As if I ever would. We both deepen the kiss, a quiet moaning coming from the back of his throat. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment you handed me my first cup of mint tea on your first day here."

I smile, "Really?"

"Mmm. Would you go to dinner with me?"

"Absolutely. And if your back bothers you, I know exactly how to handle it."

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sillyrabbit81 · 5 months

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Just checking in to see how everything’s going your end 🙂

Hows it going??

I'm sorry, I'm only getting around to this now. Its been a rough few months.

My daughter is doing well. Her surgery went well and its looking promising that the surgery has stopped her seizures. She's still on meds (and probably will be for a couple more months) but I can already see a difference in her and I haven't noticed any seizure activity.

But, I'm one of those people who fall apart after a crisis... I honestly thought I had been dealing with my emotions, but once she was back at school, I had a bit of a breakdown. I'm thinking I'm starting to feel a bit better now, just in time for the stress of Christmas (Yay!) But I'm trying to keep positive.

I hope you are doing well. I'm looking forward to getting into that gladiator au fic of yours.

❤️ Rabbit

#ask sillyrabbit81 #munstysmind

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totallyexhausted · 11 months

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Heahcanon for JJK Kid!Megumi/ Dad!Gojo sickfic that my computer deleted that I'm thinking about re-writing...

okay so i know i had at one point (like climax of story) Megumi ( i think no older than 12- maybe like 9/ 10... idk) basically being one of those overly emotional and exhausted kiddos. Like his fever is high, he keeps puking, he's sticky and sweaty- Gojo gave him a bath earlier and meds---- but maybe because megs is overly exhausted he can't sleep, or you could have the noisy neighbors aspect (like they are throwing a party or something so everytime Megs goes to fall asleep or starts to relax, the music gets louder which jolts him awake and stuff). Anyway, Gojo has been walking around his apt with Megumi in his arms for over an hour or two because the kid will not stop cryin g(like that loud overly exhausted/ emotional crying kids do) and he's clinging to Gojo (something alarming in itself, and megs keeps crying about how he wants his sister - in my timeline, Tsumiki is already in the hosp and stuff). And Gojo is trying his best to calm the kid down but lets be real, this man is lost most of the time like if Reigen had to take care of Mob, like bruh. Anyway, he lowers infinity at some point and Megumi clings tighter to him, his hot fingers gripping Gojo's shirt/ arms and stuff- and Gojo starts panicking because touch...... eventually Megs falls asleep and Gojo continues walking around his apt (it's like 3/4 am) for a little while for good measure, the kid sagging against him, his tiny fingers still clasped around Gojo before the older man deposits the kid in Gojo's bed (i think i might make it where Meg was pretty sick and accidents happen dude), and basically Gojo lays the kid out on his bed before going into the bathroom and having a panic attack because this is the first time he's lowered infinity in quiet a while. Then he has a flashback to him cleaning Megs scrapped knees and hands or like a busted lip or something a few months back because Megs always got into fights (its a caring situation but also funny.... maybe Megumi defended someone and Gojo actually felt proud of him) and that brings Gojo back/ down from his PA. Eventually he falls asleep next to Megumi, the kid nuzzles in closer next to him when Gojo lays down next to him (at first, Gojo is like, ew child... but I think he'd offer comfort if Meg wanted it) and he rubs his back (because im a sucker for that soft affection), and falls asleep. He wakes up (idk probably like 1pm or something) to tiny fingers poking his cheek and he cracks an eye open to Megumi hovering over him demanding Gojo make toast. Gojo yawns, sitting propping his head up slightly, raising an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Megumi, kneeling next to him- "Toast. Make some."

Gojo, smirking slightly, "I see the fever burned away all your manners."

Basically ending on a funny sweet note 🙂

But the start or at least the run down, i had i think Gojo knowing the kid was sick and Megumi being like, no, im fine. And Gojo still kind of hovers (like he makes sure the kid eats, takes meds, that kind of stuff) and then later in the night Megs gets obvi worse.

And like i had a few flashbacks- Megs and Gojo meeting/ Gojo "saving" Megumi from his Devil Dogs (because it was around the first times Megumi summoned them- like he didnt have control over them and they scared him because he's like 5/6). and Gojo being like, "No, it's okay. See? They won't hurt you..."

Basically theyre puppies lol

Then another flashback to Megs visiting Tsumiki, and Gojo would take him to visit when he wanted, but he'd wait in the hallway to give the kid space.

I kind of want one too where Gojo defends Megs, or like he punches another parent (like the kid got into a fight with Megs over something and Megumi was in the right, but the parent said something about Megumi like, "no wonder the kid's fucked up" or something, and Gojo gets mad (maybe he presses Megs behind him) and he ends up punching the parent or something). idk lol

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 year

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It happened on New Years Eve (3)

You are driving back home and you walk into your house and see a text from Chris.

Chris-Hey Y/N how is everything? 🙂

You shake your head and ignore his text. Chris calls you.

You pick up and yell. "What the fuck do you Want?" he says. "Y/N what's wrong? why aren't you texting me back? is Dodger ok?" You pace and say as you get more tears. "You fucking didn't tell me you have a girlfriend when we..Hooked up, I found out by her coming to your house when i was there!." Chris sighs and says. "Y/N I was going to break up with her, it didn't mean anything right?"

You sit on the couch in your home and scoff. "yeah i was fucked up so i didn't know what i was asking, sorry i guess." You are about to hang up and he says. "Wait please, I think it meant something to me, Look, I get back this week, we can talk about Alba then alright?" You say. "Fine, but just know that she is with dodger right now, he's ok." Chris laughs. "Good to hear, sorry if your upset i promise to talk to you about this."

You nod. "alright sorry if i yelled at you." He says with a laugh. "I deserved it i bet." You play with your hair and say. "Your a sweet guy and you only deserve the best in your life."

Chris says. "You to do Y/N." You say goodbye and he says the same and you hang up and text your bff.

Y/N-So..chris has i mean had i don't know a gf...😐

BFF-WTF!? and he didn't tell you!? Ohhh my god i am going to fucking kill him! he used you!! That asshole!

Y/N-I just wished he told me then i wouldn't have ht on him and done more, i am so dumb to think i would get a chance with Chris Evans the Captain America and all this shit. 🧐

BFF-Awww! bff it's ok, i am sure there is someone out there for you Don't give up 😊

Y/N-your right..as always lol thanks for the talk, Chris said he gets back this weekend so he wants to explain the whole Alba and him thing..what ever that means.

BFF-Sounds good, text me when you can, love ya!

Y/N-Love ya too bff talk soon.

BFF-🥰 🤗

A few days later.

You come home from work and you see dodger in the living room. You say. "Hey bubba, what are you-" You sigh and say. "Chris how did you know where i live?" Chris is cooking in the kitchen and he says. "You friend and my brother told me about your place, hope you don't mind but i brought some food."

Chris looks at you.

You say. "I guess if it's just dinner and um..nothing else." Chris walks into the living room and says. "I broke up with Alba, no i didn't tell her about New Years Eve, i broke up because of the fans." You look at him and say. "What about them?"

Chris sits and says. "They just..they don't like anyone i'm with." You sit down and say. "It's not up to them chris, only you know how you feel about someone the fans don't know much about your feelings."

Chris looks over at you and smiles. "So, you know me?" You giggle and say. "Not at all, Chris. I know that your a hard worker and you love dogs and you care about everyone, even when your anxiety goes crazy and might i say, you don't have to be ashamed of that, Stress and so many things can you feel like that, I remember when I was going through med school I had so much going on that i almost dropped out."

"Chris nods saying. "But you didn't, why not?" You lean back on the couch and look at him saying. "I had a family and friends who helped me though the tough times, that's what got me to where i am now." Chris smiles and says. "Good to hear your ok now, Y/N." You smile and say. "If you ever need help, just let me know." Chris nods saying. "But you didn't, why not?"

You lean back on the couch and look at him saying. "I had a family and friends who helped me though the tough times, that's what got me to where i am now."

Chris smiles and says. "Good to hear your ok now, Y/N." You smile and say. "If you ever need help, just let me know." He nods. "i'm glad we met Y/N, your the most beautiful, amazing girl i have ever met."

You look over at him and say. "Thanks, but that doesn't change that you fucking lied to me." Chris turns to you and says. "i told you, i was going to break up with her, plus you came on to me remember?"

You bite your lip as your eyes look at his. "Yeah right." You walk away and then you hear Chris say. "I'll leave so you don't get mad at me." He says. "Come on dodger."

Dodger stays on the couch and whines. Chris says. "Bubba come on we have to go home." you turn around and say. "He can stay with me, if you are ok with that." Chris looks at you and says. "If your okay with that, I'm ok with it." You nod and say. "he'll be fine Evans trust me."

Chris says. "I do trust you Y/N" He says goodbye and heads back home. You turn and dodger is laughing as he looks at you. You say. "Okay bubba come on, you can stay with me."

Dodger runs to the small dog bed by your bed and lays down in it. You pout and say. "Dodger you don't want to stay?" he looks at you with a sad face. You snap a picture of it and post it to Instagram.

Y/N:@ChrisEvans he looks like he's missing you 🥺

Liked by Chrisevansfan#1 LisaMarie and 14M others

Scottsgram:Aww wait is he with you? @chrisevans 🧐

Fan#2:Aww!! Dodger!! 😍 Wait is Y/N and ChrisEvans dating?? i heard they had a one night stand! lucky bitch!

Y/N fan1:@Fan#2 don't call her that! that's rude! 😱

Lisamarie:Aw Y/N he looks so cozy at your home.

Y/N-@Lisamarie: He is missing Chris he's staying over with me :) Not chris but his dog lol.

ChrisEvans-Aw poor bubba, I trust you though he'll be ok. 😉

Y/N-@Chrisevans Thanks for the sweet comment 🫠

ChrisEvans-anytime Y/N ☺

Chris Evans liked your picture.

You put your phone away And get into your bed and say as you look at dodger. "You sure you don't want to come up here?' You lean on your hand and he looks at you and stretches out and falls asleep. You smile and turn off the lights and say. "Night bubba" You shut your eyes and sleep finds you fast.

Part four will be out soon, thanks for reading.

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msmommyjess · 3 months

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Who here remembers when in order to fulfill your gear needs you had to send away or go to those horrible *speciality stores* where both the proprietor and and clients are certain they're being extremely artsy, but to the general public it's just weirdo sex stuff and they actively LOOK AWAY. It is what it is. The mail order catalogs were sometimes so very well done though, Mr S will forever be my preferred maker of fine restraints.

But now, oh now - IT'S EVERYWHERE. You spend have to spend as much time reading reviews and cross searching for a diaper cover as you do a piece of furniture 😑

Thank you everyone trying to make a quick buck selling inferior quality items from pop-up anagram named brands. You all know what I'm talking about.

Here is my recent favorite. Amazon shoppers are assured that it's a great gift idea. There are airflow holes lol.

I haven't been posting much lately and I admit to being WEEKS behind on DMs (not that I'm good about them even at my best), it's entirely because I am focused on healing and a huge part of that is a great deal of sleep. My MS is also going crazy post surgery and it's just best if I stay quiet and focused until I can get back on the big meds which are paused due to surgery.

Friends are definitely giving me a lot to think about. My little Petrie @diapereddino1986 has been working on a story for me and I really think it's going very well. I'm going to post the intro here and then we'll start releasing it as he writes. I'm also thinking about voicing some of the instalments 🙂

Here's the introduction!

Trust Fund Babies

Peter and Amanda are a young couple with a struggling marriage. Neither one will divorce due to their mutual family’s status and popularity (and to not lose their eventual inheritances). They seek marriage counseling with a prestigious counseling service where they meet their counselor, Jessica. Jessica takes the young couple on a journey of unorthodox exploration into their relationship dynamic as a means of helping them to overcome their marital strife. Unfortunately for Peter and Amanda, Jessica isn’t just working for their benefit…she has benefactors of her own who expect results. Will Peter and Amanda discover Jessica’s motives in time to escape the clutches of Jessica and her handlers or will they become entangled and trapped in a web of sexual blackmail, personal humiliation and mental regression? All will be revealed in Trust Fund Babies.

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werewolf-transgenderism · 10 months

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Hi Miles, here are my questions for you (they are about your uni work because it interests me 🙂)

Did you always know you wanted to continue your education past undergraduate? And did you know exactly what you wanted to study the entire time? Many of my friends who go to uni change majors or do not even have one at first, and I think it is fun to hear about people’s journey

OK so. I did always plan on postgraduate work BUT I started college as a biochem major on the pre-med track and planned to go to med school (that, obviously, did not end up happening and in fact I think I would have straight up Not Survived that). after my first year of undergrad I switched to literature and art history because 1) I do not enjoy chemistry and 2) had a little bit of a massive breakdown halfway through that year. I did plan on grad school after that but my specific research interests have shuffled around a bit– before my MA I was planning on doing very late medieval feminist scholarship which morphed into early medieval philology and queer studies in my MA and then I was not planning on doing a PhD after that whole experience but following the start of the pandemic I was like "ehhhh might as well" and now I'm on nonnormative bodyminds and rhetorics in a multi-genre series of 12th-14th century texts! if you told 18 year old me that this is what I'm doing now they'd be like "what the fuck does that even mean"

#it's been a wild ride

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quilavastudy · 9 months

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Hey 🙂 How did you come up with becoming a haematologist ? What do you find fascinating about this field of medicine?

I just sort of slowly realised it would be the best fit for me! It took a while though - through most of medical school I sortof assumed I'd be a GP. It's the most common specialty and I didn't really have much calling to anything else, plus I was a below average med student and sort of assumed I'd have to go for one of the 'easier' options (not that the actual job of being a GP is easy in the slightest, but it's less competitive to get into).

Then I got more confident in myself when I did really well in my gastroenterology exams and thought maybe I could do gastro. So I did my whole Masters on pancreatic cancer and tried to get a gastro placement for my medical placement in final year. However, I got a haem placement instead! Which I really enjoyed, in fact out of the whole of med school it was the placement I enjoyed the most. I loved the fact that you got to know the patients on the wards as they'd often be in for weeks at a time, and found all the medicines and stem cell transplant stuff fascinating.

So then I was like, hmm it'll be haem or gastro, so I got myself a F1 job with both of them as rotations. I started with haem and LOVED it, again loving the rapport with the patients, finding the conditions and the new treatments fascinating (CAR-T was just coming on the scene and the registrars would teach me about it), although it was incredibly sad at times. And then... Covid hit, so I never got to do my gastro job. Maybe it was the universe telling me to do haem? I also realised when working as a doctor that I don't like procedures, so that ruled out gastro and a few other things like cardio, anaesthetics.

I think another good fit for me would be oncology, and I'm sure some others as well, but I just never had the exposure like I did with haem. I think that's sort of how it goes really! You can't experience and work in every specialty, so you get drawn into what you know.

#quilava answers #haem #haematology #hematology

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alasse-earfalas · 1 year

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This is a bit of original fiction I wrote a few years ago. It's heavily based on real events and struggles, written from the PoV of one of my alts (who, despite the name and similar appearance, has nothing to do with Skyward Sword). Been thinking about this lately and wondering if this is common for ADHD or if it's a combination of that and dissociation.

Sky says "hi and if you have any questions please feel free to ask, I don't bite 🙂".

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Sky snapped back to reality when he heard the garage door open. He blinked, staring at the page in front of him.

How long had he spaced out this time? He checked the clock.

Three hours.

He rested his head on the blank piece of paper as he heard his mother walk in and set her things down. He’d have to explain to her that he hadn’t gotten anything done. Again. He wondered in a fit of panic if she would decide to not let him go to the family reunion, simply out of sheer frustration.

A deep ache sounded in his heart. Why? Why couldn’t he just focus? No, that wasn’t it. He knew the answer to that question well enough. He was on medication for his ADHD, and it was, supposedly, helping. He did find it kind of easier to focus when he took it, he guessed. But this daydreaming! His meds did nothing to help with that.

“Hey sweetie?” he heard his mother call out as she approached his room. “You get your homework done?”

What did she care? Sky slumped back in his chair. She was never home anyway. Neither of his parents were.

“Sky?” his mom said, poking her head into his room. “How’s the homework coming?”

“I’m not done yet,” he said tiredly.

“Well how much do you have left to do?”

Sky hesitated. “A lot.”

Sky winced at his mother’s all too familiar sigh. “Well, you know you can’t go to the family reunion this year unless you get all caught up,” she said.

“I know.”

“Did you take your medication today?”

“Yes.”

There was an awkward pause. “Well, alright then.” She started walking away from his room. “Better get working on it if you want to go this year!”

He did want to go. He desperately wanted to go. But no matter how much he wanted to go, he simply could not get himself to focus. It was like his mind was rebelling against him. He could do the work; that wasn’t the problem. If he could just focus he could knock these assignments out in no time.

Sky rubbed his face, then picked up his pencil and looked at the first problem. If he didn’t get all of this done by tomorrow, he couldn’t go. He had to focus.

A thought drifted in into Sky’s mind. The reason he wanted to go to the reunion so bad was because his favorite cousin would be there. Sky was an only child, and he didn’t really have a friend group at school. There were a few people he could hang out with, but they were all part of different groups. Sky typically sat by himself at lunch and didn’t really go to school events (outside of those required by his classes) because he was always so busy trying to get his homework done. He hadn’t been able to go to a family reunion in two years—or was it three?—because he’d been given the same ultimatum: catch up on his homework, or he couldn’t go. Sky wondered if his cousin Billy even remembered him. He smiled. He remembered having a lot of fun hanging around Billy. He wished they could hang out more often, but they lived so far away from each other.

The garage door opened again. Sky blinked, then glanced at the clock. He groaned, planting his face on his hands. Half an hour. It felt like thirty seconds, maybe, but it had been sixty times that. That was probably his dad getting home. His dad had to leave town a lot for his job. His mom worked locally. Sky spent most days by himself.

It wasn’t long before his parents’ bickering started. It didn’t matter what the subject was, really. Sky tried to tune it out and actually, finally, please, focus on his assignment. The bickering progressed in into yelling and slammed doors. Sky stood up and shut his bedroom door, then sat back down. It muffled the sound some. With every ounce of willpower he could muster, Sky forced himself to read the first problem. Every half second a new, interesting thought would assault his mind, and every single time he’d have to fight it to get it to go away.

Twenty minutes went by like this. It was enough time for him to get one past-due math assignment done. Sky set down his pencil and slumped back in his chair. He was already exhausted. Not from the math—the math was easy, he could do that in his sleep. He was the brain in class that the teacher opted to leave off the bell curve out of kindness to the other students. No, it wasn’t the math.

It was the concentrating. Having to fight off every. Little. Insignificant thought that flitted into his mind.

Sky took the finished assignment and placed it very carefully inside his math folder. If he didn’t do this now, he’d lose it, and it would all have been for nothing. He had to have rigid organization and rituals for everything, otherwise his life would just dissolve into chaos.

He noticed that his pencil needed sharpening. He dug around in his backpack for his pencil case. Opened it.

Where was the pencil sharpener?

Sky looked around his cluttered desk. Looked through the drawers. Sighing, he got up. He knew there was a pencil sharpener in his dad’s office he could use. He picked up his water cup, figuring he might as well fill that up since he was going out anyway.

His parents’ argument had died down, but he still tried to be as invisible as possible to avoid being dragged into another one. He walked to the kitchen sink and refilled his cup. On the way back he caught a glimpse of what was on television. His mother was watching one of those reality shows. Sky didn’t really care for them anymore. The cast members were all getting ready to participate in some kind of group challenge. The course looked interesting. Sky wondered what he would’ve done, if he had been there. As the countdown began, Sky started coming up with strategies, how he’d go about it, who he’d have do what job, which part he’d focus on first—

“Sky.”

His eyes re-glued themselves to the screen. Everyone was starting to move. Some teams were rushing to one task, some teams to another—

The sound from the TV suddenly died. “Sky!”

Sky, finally in control again, blinked, then looked at his mother, embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“I asked you how the homework’s going?”

“Oh, I’ve got one assignment done.”

She scowled at him. “Just one since I’ve been home?”

Sky shrank. He nodded.

“Alright, well, you know what the consequences are.” She turned back to the TV.

Sky hurriedly left the room before she could turn the sound back on.

Sky set his water down on the desk before plopping down into his chair. He checked his list of assignments. Looks like he had a worksheet to fill out about a book he was supposed to be reading.

Where did he put that? Sky turned his chair around and scanned the room. Was it by his nightstand? He got up to check. No, it wasn’t there. Maybe his bookshelf? He walked over to the bookshelf. He didn’t see his assigned book, but he saw another book he’d been meaning to read. He pulled it from the shelf and flipped it open to the bookmark. It was a fascinating read, all about these mutant kids who’d escaped from a lab and had to go after an evil sorcerer.

Some time later, Sky heard a knock on his door. “Yes?” he called.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay.” As Sky turned his gaze away from the door, he caught sight of his desk.

Oh. Right.

Whoops.

Sky shoved the bookmark back in the book and put the book back on the shelf. Suddenly he remembered: that’s right, he’d put the assigned book in his backpack. He’d have to check there later.

Sky went out to the kitchen. “How’s the homework coming?” his dad asked.

“I got a math assignment done,” Sky said as he grabbed a plate.

“That’s good,” his dad said. “How much more do you have to do?”

Sky grimaced. “A lot.”

“You mean you got another math assignment done?” his mother asked.

Sky kept adding food to his plate. It gave him an excuse to avoid eye contact as he shook his head.

His mother launched into her typical spiel. Sky knew the basic gist: what was taking him so long, didn’t he know it was better to get his work done before he relaxed, clearly he didn’t want to go to the family reunion, didn’t he understand how important his grades were. And then, the doozy: “You’re so smart, but I swear you act so stupid sometimes!”

Sky walked silently to his room. He could feel his cheeks getting hot. He closed the door behind him, sat down at his desk, and cried.

Yes, he knew how important school was. Yes, of course he wanted to go to the family reunion; what was the point of using that to supposedly motivate him if he didn’t want to go? And yes, he was smart. He knew he was smart. He just couldn’t focus to save his life.

Sky brought himself up to his elbows and wiped his eyes. What assignment had he been doing again? He checked his assignment list. Right, the book worksheet. He rummaged through the designated “books” pocket of his backpack.

The book wasn’t there.

After a few seconds of mild panic, Sky found the book in a different pocket. Right, he’d had to rush out of class, so he didn’t have time to put it back in the right pocket. Sky pulled the worksheet over and began going through the questions. The first one seemed simple enough. Sky grabbed his pencil.

Right. It still needed to be sharpened.

Sky checked his backpack again to no avail. Finally he relented, stood up and walked out of his room. After sharpening his pencil, on his way back to his room, he got stuck watching the TV again.

“Sky?”

Sky barely even registered that someone was speaking to him.

The sound on the TV died again. “Sky!”

Sky jumped. “Oh, yeah?”

“Do you need something?” his dad asked.

“Oh, no,” Sky said.

“Then go do your homework!”

Sky nodded, then left quickly.

Back at his desk, sharpened pencil in hand, Sky sat down, determined to focus. As he was re-reading the question (he’d forgotten it since getting up to sharpen his pencil), he began absent-mindedly bouncing his pencil on the desk. He started watching his pencil, surprised at how high it bounced off the eraser rubber. Sky wondered how high he could drop it from. How high could he get it to bounce?

After a thorough ten-minute study of the bounciness of pencil erasers, Sky’s pencil fell on the floor and rolled out of reach. Sky stood up to grab his pencil, which jolted his mind back to what he was supposed to be doing.

Homework. Right. But first, he was hungry, and everyone knows it’s not good to try to think on an empty stomach.

When his parents checked on him half an hour later, he still hadn’t gotten any more work done. He ended up staying up almost three hours past his bedtime, desperately trying to catch up on his homework. Finally he got so mentally exhausted that he just couldn’t think anymore. He tried to push himself past even that point, but doing so was clearly, obviously getting him nowhere.

Getting up in the morning was going to be a pain, he thought as he set his alarm for the next morning. He really hoped he didn’t accidentally turn off his alarm in the morning before falling back to sleep. He hoped his alarm would wake him up at all!

He dutifully packed his backpack, then took his plate to the sink and finished getting ready for bed. One day. That was all the time he had left to get his homework done. He tried to think of time in class or during lunch that he might be able to get a few things done. The more he could get done at school, the better. He found it easier to focus there for whatever reason.

As he drifted off to sleep, Sky thought about why he was so adamant about going to the family reunion in the first place: his cousin, Billy. Sky didn’t really have anyone else he felt like he could talk to. Maybe he couldn’t talk to Billy anymore, either. Maybe his cousin had changed since the last time they saw each other. Worry began to creep in. What if he thought Sky was stupid now? What if he thought he was weird, and avoided him, just like everyone at school did? He’d had friends in earlier grades, but it was like they grew out of him, or something. Sky didn’t really understand it. He thought he was a pretty nice guy. But he felt awkward in groups, like he was out of the loop. Like he was always missing some crucial bit of information, some social handbook that everyone else had access to.

His thoughts began to be muddled. It was the first sign that he was falling asleep, and the last thing he remembered before doing so.

#adhd #dissociative identity disorder #original fiction #based on real events #school was hell #and now I'm back in school so all of that trauma is surfacing #writing

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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RL Sims-Story (18+)

⚠ !!CW!!: addiction, drugs, disease

The day after I met my mom, it was Philip’s turn! Now I knew why I was with my parents and why I met P. that evening! He was also there at my parents. But what happened afterwards I didn’t really know yet.

I told last time, that I suddenly got these bruises/blue spots on my body again. Triggered by stress?? Because as it looked, a small part of me could remember what Philip told me, that night! It was something that scared me. My illness, of which I had no idea at that time! Just somehow, I could feel that something was wrong with me. 😔 😥 This suspicion of having leukemia has been totally haunting me until my diagnosis. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless with my life back then. 😞

Before I took P. to Daniel’s apartment, we met up alone. He told me, what he said to me that night.... When Nico & I lived together, I went to the doctor once, because of these bruises/blue spots I had and I have agreed with the doctor, that we will see each other again in half a year, to check, if my leukocytes have increased. But since Nico and I separated, I have not gone to this doc. And now, Nico found in his car my appointment card from that doc, where all my appointments were noted, because I went there once a month to get my prescription for my pills. P. told me about this doctor’s appointment and I think this was the trigger for my bruises 😔 😞 As for Nico, Philip told me something else, 😢 but I’ll tell next time.

Me: This is my new, temporary home, isn’t it nice here?

Philip: Um, yeah! Looks cozy! I didn’t think a heroin addict would have such a nice apartment. 🤔....😄

Me: Not funny! Really not!

Philip: Yep! 😬 ......Why do you have those spots on your body again? Did someone hurt you? Or is that the same as back then?

Me: I think this is just my body’s reaction to all the stress I have and because I’m afraid to be sick. 😟

Philip: I don’t think you’re seriously ill, but it doesn’t hurt to check yourself out regularly. You don’t have to be afraid! Remember what this med prof said about your blood levels back then. All good, you don’t have to worry! 🙂

Me: But Nico thinks there’s something wrong with me. Anyway, let’s not talk about it anymore.

Philip: He thinks that because you had a few fainting attacks or passed out, when you were together, but.. you’ve never had this again! You know?

Me: Yeah. 😔

Philip: You’re the worst hypochondriac I know, but totally cute and beautiful. 😘

Me: It feels so weird when you kiss my cheek, like we’re siblings. 😄

Philip: So now we’re siblings again, huh? 😏 You know what you & I did, when I was your stepbrother. 😉 ...😆

Me: I didn’t mean THIS! But anyway, you made me smile!...Let’s go in! And be nice, okay?!!

In the living room, Daniel & Philip had a short chat, small talk, nothing special. Daniel also asked Philip why we met him when we were so fucking high? Philip has solved this whole situation. When I was with my parents I left with Philip after a while because Daniel called me. He was waiting for me at his sister’s house, she lives on the same street as my parents. But Philip tried to persuade me to go back to my parents. At some point we were in front of Daniel’s sister’s apartment and so P. just followed me. He said, I went straight to Daniel and clinged to him as if I were afraid to be separated from him. I seemed kind of paranoid and scared to Philip. Tatiana, Daniel’s sis tried to convince D. to bring me home to my family. But I didn’t want this! After Daniel and I left, Philip and D.’s sis got to know each other a bit better. 🤨 😏

After we clarified this, we talked about other things. Philip bet on some stupid soccer game and asked Daniel if he could watch it on TV. He wanted to know if the team he was betting on was in the lead. D. was just watching Philip. I think he also found it a bit crazy how much Philip can gets upset about an offside. But I was used to P.’s emotional outbursts about soccer. 🤷‍♀️

Philip: You really brought me luck today, A.!

Me: Then why not share your profit with me? 😉

Philip: I’d share everything with you.... How about 10%? But no, let’s say 12%!

Me: How generous?....You can shove your fucking 12 %! 🤨

Philip: Heyy, I’m a singel dad with a baby!!

Me: Yeah, I know! 😟 .....How long are you staying? You know, P., I got something to do.

Philip: You want to get rid of me. I guess you two have another drug session.🤨 But, I want to join! 😬 🤷‍♂️

Me: Forget it!!

Philip: Hm 🤔... You look totally hot when you’re so... jumpy! 😏

Daniel: I’m off for a while! 😒

Me: I’m so sorry, D.! 😟.... And you Philip, STOP playing with me!!! 😩 For you, everything has to be a competition! But this game here, you lost! And that’s NOT his fault! You screwed this up all by yourself! 😠

Philip: When you were with me, he did the same! He hit on you! 🤷‍♂️ I was barely gone and he had you!

Me: I get why you see it this way, but that’s not true! I’m going over to him!

Philip: No, stop!! I know what he’s doing! He’s totaly messed up! He only has that drug in mind! Why are you so into him? Don’t you see how shit he looks? Daniel gave up, A.! He doesn’t give a shit! I hit on you in front of him on purpose! So you can see how much he doesn’t care! It left him totally cold. 🤷‍♂️

Me: Not everyone goes crazy like you! You know? And now let go of me!

I went to D. in the bedroom. Philip was right! Daniel just had a line and I joined him right away. I couldn’t wait, this became a routine for Daniel and me. Every day after work, he and I got high. I apologized for Philip and told him, I only wanted him! He hugged me but Idk?😔 I realized that I fell in love with him 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ and I wanted him to love me too, but somehow, I couldn’t feel it? 😟

Philip still hasn’t left, he was waiting for me in the living room. When I came back to him on the couch, I was so high, that I couldn’t sit up and just drifted away...

Daniel (to P.): I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you should leave slowly!

Philip: Seriously, man! What are you doing to her when she’s like that? Do you get off on this or something? 🤨

Daniel: Don’t touch her! 😠 I am not a freak or a horny pig! You got it?

Me: Agh...🥴

Philip (to me): A., are you ok? 😟

Me: Mhm...Pls gooo! Just go away. 😵

Daniel: So? You heard her! She doesn’t want you!

Philip: I’m gonna take A. back to her parents. And if you really care about her, you won’t stop me!

Daniel: I don’t force her to anything!! And she doesn’t have to stay with me. What should I do??? Kicking her out? If I do, she’ll go to some other drggies. That’s the way it works when you’re addicted! She doesn’t think and act the way she used to! And as long as she doesn’t resist, or intends to change, it will never stop!! You can’t help her, if she doesn’t want to! Compulsion has never worked, it just does the opposite! I’ve been through all this shit several times. And you know what? I’m sick of it! 🤦‍♂️ I’m so fucking tired and done with it! 😔.... Please just fuck off!

Philip: I believe you! 😕 The more urgent she has to leave and you should go to your sister.

Daniel: I’m not going anywhere! But if you want to take her home, do it! I’m not stopping you. 😔

Me: Ok! Thats ENOUGH! 😩 Please P.! I beg you! Just go and leave me alone with him. I’m gonna fix this!!

Philip: You wanted to stay with your mom on Saturday! I was there! I saw it! But as soon as he called you, you were totally different. You two are not good for each other!... You know what I think? Daniel got this, but you don’t!!! 😠🤦‍♂️...I can’t force you, so I’m going! But I’m gonna keep bugging you until you don’t get it!!!

The next day Daniel and I had our therapy session with this psychologist to which we had to go once a week. But we didn’t go and this was the second time we missed. In the beginning, Daniel took this sessions seriously, but now he didn’t care. 😔 😥 And as for his pills, he hasn’t discussed this issue with his doc yet. That he has withdrawal symptoms. So I’m gonna have to talk to him, because his doc is gonna wonder why we’re not going to our therapy sessions. Worst case scenario, he’s gonna kick us out of the drug replacement therapy. And if so! I’ll also get withdrawal symptoms.

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chaoticstateofaffairs · 9 months

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So...I am typing one handed...I may or may not have gotten angry at a situation I can't fix and put my fist through a glass table we have outside and then proceed to punch the side of the house (brick) several times but on the brights side, I don't think anything is broken.

Just have 2 get a few stitches (hopefully) and go home, bar the fact that hopefully they don't want 2 contact the psychologist in charge 🙄

But luckily I have a good group of friends who want 2 keep me out of the psych ward and have offered to clean up the mess I made before the docs want 2 do a house check 👍😃

Edit #1:There are no patients in the waiting room and only two cars out in the parking lot so hopefully this will be a quick in and out 😂

But the dreaded question at the front desk:

"Ouch, how did that happen? 😮"

"Uh...well, um...I...you see, I uh...honestly, I really don't know how to explain it to you. 🙂"

"O...Kay. Well give me your wrist so I can put the bracelets on."

"Ok. 🙂" (Extremely happy she didn't pry)

Meanwhile, Cat was off 2 the side just in a state of shock that no one pried. 😂

Edit #2: So, the waiting game has started and I've already been asked twice in the last 10mins if I'm sure I'm really not in pain and I've replied both times, "No ma'am, I'm not in that much pain, I promise. 🙂👍", and of course they find that incredibly odd but they will find out soon enough that this is not an abnormal occurrence for me 😂

Also, I'm pissing Cat off with the fact that I keep leaning down and untying her shoe but she still loves me 😂

Edit #3: Apparently it's bad morale for patients coming in and seeing one who's dripping blood all over the floor even though I have a wrap around my hand and it makes them not want 2 stay in here, so now I'm in the back waiting for the nurse and doctor 😂

Edit #4: Why did I put myself through this 🥲 I was gonna say something totally fucking disgusting but Cat deleted before I could hit send...oh well. 🤷‍♂️

Edit #5: I REALLY need a cigarette if my crazy ass is gonna sit here in this small ass room 🙄

Edit #6: Y'all know I'm crazy by now so I'm just gonna put this out here. I wonder what it would feel like 2 punch through this sliding glass door? 🤔

Edit #7: I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES IM GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING SAY I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING DRUGS! WHAT CAN'T THEY UNDERSTAND!!!! (At least they are referring to me right but that's thanks to Cat and not my scared ass)

"Sir, you need to take something or otherwise when the shock wears off it will be incredibly painful."

"I have told everyone who's talked to me about taking those things and I have said no, and my answer will continue to be no. So please, stop asking if I want some pain meds." (I was a little harsh with my tone but not what the way they put it)

"Sir, there is no need to get unruly."

"Un...unruly?! You have yet to see unruly but if you continue to try to give me those drugs that's when you will see unruly and if you give them to me without my knowledge you will also see a lawsuit, I have told all of you SEVERAL TIMES, I don't want those drugs, so please stop asking."

Edit #8: Nothing is broken, just bruised and going to be very sore, but I do need stitches, lots of them 👀

Edit #9: No, no I will not stop pacing in my room, THERE IS NO ONE IN HERE EXCEPT FOR CAT AND I, AND THE CURTAIN IS CLOSED SO NO, I WILL NOT STOP PACING.

Nobody can fucking see me, jfc! Now because of these jackholes pressuring me and fussing about my pacing that is affecting no one, I'm getting angry again and that makes matters worse cause then I get short with people, very short.

Edit #10: I'm about to go batshit, I want out, I'm slowly getting angrier at all the noise, at people, at this STUPID FUCKING INCESSANT BEEPING FROM THIS DAMN MONITOR THEY WONT SHUT TF OFF, HELL CAT HAD TO DO IT! FUCK! But I can't do a damn thing because it's my own fault that I'm here in the first place, I couldn't control my anger over the fact that there is a situation in which I possibly can not help in nor do I have fucking control over, which SUCKS and I'm trying, I'm trying so fucking hard but in all honesty I think they just want away from me and I don't blame them, I'm not good to be around. I don't know why tf Cat is till here if I'm being honest, it's not like I'm worth it.

Just...fuck.

Edit #11: I just want 2 hit the fucking wall until I can't do it anymore...fuck.

Edit #12: Doc is in 2 stitch Cal up and we will be out of here, nothing bad has happened to his hand just needs a shit ton of stitches on his left hand and just a small bit on his arm, nothing to major but enough to be serious and warrant a visit to the psych doctor tomorrow, but everything is looking good.

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meatmensch · 2 years

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ok here are more pregnant cas thoughts. alternate s12. established destiel. mary is back but it's my own kinder and weirder representation of her. they're working a witchy case where cas's vessel is made unusable for a while. he gets a new vessel (ruby 2.0 style - ethically sourced). destiel pregnancy scare: cas wakes up one morning and can tell he's pregnant bc angel knowledge idfk. he starts running around the bunker looking for the abortifacient herbs bitches used in ancient times bc that's what he knows. everyone's like "hey um. what are you doing r u ok??" he's like "NOOOOO DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW POWERFUL A NEPHIL WOULD BE WE ALREADY HAVE TOO MUCH TO WORRY ABOUT!!" he has a big freak out too abt missing his old vessel and other complicated gender angel feelings. mary is bewildered but comforting. #womensupportingwomen. sam is SO out of his depth. dean is helpful but equally freaked out for normal pregnancy scare reasons. the herbs don't work bc he's a big strong angel. dean and cas journey to the nearest planned parenthood. unsure of whether or not it will work bc he's a big strong angel. they're in the waiting room talking abt what will happen if it doesn't work and it's majorly scary but they're also both kind of like...😍😍🤰👼👪. they finally get in and the medical assistant is having the routine convo with them abt the abortion and how emotional it can be and if they really want to do it. near the end of the convo the med ass. is like ok so what are you thinking do you want to get this show on the road and cas is like. actually. i. i think. i think i want this. dean is like. 😐😑😏🙂😀 really? and they're like whoa dude we're having a baby. that's crazy.

fast forward to the birth. they know some psychic witchy midwives (old friends of bobby's 🤷‍♀️😎) so they have a kind of normal birth plan!! classic media childbirth representation in that it is CRAZY and happens at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME and they have a horrible time getting to the birth center etc etc. but then they're there and it's fine and they made it and it's cool yay!!! but wait!! castiel is a big strong angel! with contractions and such cas experiences incredible pain like every other birthing individual and so he like. starts a hurricane and blows out the southwest power pool. but then boom. baby. baby baby baby!!!! it's a girl bc i want there to be more women in spn lmao.

#spn #my posts

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Hello! Random questions about Ethan & Kaycee if you don’t mind me asking…

Do you think being a constant presence in each other lives (working together, sharing Naveen’s secret, basically being besties in book 1) was necessary for them to develop a strong bond and eventually fall in love (mostly for Ethan)?

If they would’ve met somewhere else, do you think they would’ve noticed each other? Flirt? Exchange numbers? Date and fall in love in the same way they did? (I know this is part of one of your series, but would it work between them? If they did exchange numbers...)

If this happens before she started working at EB, would Ethan still pursue her knowing she’s a student? / Same for your Kaycee if you HC she’s living a specific situation in med school… would she still pursue Ethan?

What would be the youngest age Ethan would’ve noticed MC? (younger than that he wouldn’t feel comfortable) I already asked you this.

Thanks for answering 🙂💕

Hey Nonny!

Thanks for the ask and your patience in waiting for an answer!

So, in my HC for these two, they were just meant to be. That is not always true in AUs, but I'm sticking to HC. In fact, the Kismet series shows how they were destined to meet over and over again until they got it right.

Now, that's good fiction, right? lol I'm not sure if it is reality. In reality, I do feel proximity can either build or destroy a relationship. So if their bond/relationship was built as a result of having to spend so much time together, I think that would show that they were a good fit. I do feel Ethan, as we knew him in Book 1, needed that connection to really be open. If it weren't there, I think he would have worked harder to "shut off" his feelings.

And yep, they did meet prior in Kismet, and if she had lived in Boston and the timing had been better, they would have exchanged numbers. Would it have worked in my HC? Yes, because they were meant to be. Would they have faced challenges? ABSOLUTELY. Because it was Ethan Ramsey. Kaycee being an intern was NOT THE MAIN REASON he wouldn't attach, and I will DIE on that hill. I do see him still pushing away at times. Kaycee would probably tire of it, and only after faced with the risk of losing her would he wise up.

And yeah, I think their age difference is about the most he'd be ok with. In fact, he normally wouldn't even be OK with it, he tended to date people closer to his own age, but it was different with her - because every person is different, and they are not defined by age.

Thanks for this great ask!

#ethan ramsey #ethan x kaycee #asks #asks answered

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eidetictelekinetic · 2 years

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💖 What do you like most about your own writing? 🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

My worldbuilding! Almost everything I write is a canon divergence of some kind, and one of my favorite things is figuring out the ripple effects, and filling in things left blank by canon. I like to think I'm pretty good at it by now. 🙂

Hm, my comfort fics tend to vary, but I'd have to say i'll write you harmony in c by magneticwave on AO3 is a big one. It's a modern AU Jane Austen mashup centering on med student Mary Bennet, it's chaotic and delightfully fun, with a crackship pairing that works really, really well in context.

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thatqueerbat · 8 days

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✨behold✨, the tale of my seemingly simple trip to the gps that got so. so. So overcomplicated. it was A Time i do not wish to experience again, so get cursed with it so i don't have to suffer alone

/hj it wasn't actually That bad. but still.

>get a text from my gps saying i need to update my height*/weight/bp with them before they can represcribe my adhd meds. pretty standard, sure whatever

>i go to the gps finally after a week bcus i haven't actually had my adhd meds for a dew months Anyway bcus theres supply issues 🙂🙂🙂

>in the waiting room theres an obvious blood pressure machine and set of scales. weight is easy to take

>bp machine says it's out of ink, plz write down your numbers. ok sure, bit of a pain, but i can do that

>take the reading, something i hate doing. just feels all wrong and claustrophobic. but get it done

>the numbers flash on the screen. for a Literal Second. if that. very helpful for trying to write down the buggers. no warning from the post it note saying its out of ink

>i add a warning to the post it note about how the numbers disappear immediately

>i have to take the reading Again, Filming the damn screen so that i dont miss the numbers again. Fun Fact those flash so weirdly on a recording so one frame doesn't actually have the whole number. you have to watch for a few seconds to decipher what the reading actually was. Fun 🙂🙂

>but hey its done now at last. now height, that should be easy. except

>i cannot see a height... stick. scale. measure. thing... whatever. anywhere. so i go back to reception to ask them

>the queue is out the door now. it was empty earlier.

>i can't even make my way around the barrier to get into the queue, even though i was here before all of them.

>im stuck waiting to ask a stupid question about getting my goddamn height for genuinely 5 minutes or so. bcus more people Keep On Arriving. and blocking my way to even join the queue properly. the world decided that no, you will be stuck here awkwardly.

>finally the queue dies down enough that i can actually get into the damn thing. bless the old guy who was the last person before me, who was the only person who said 'hey this person is before me, go ahead'. i let him go ahead, not like i haven't waited enough already (besides hes probably there to sign in for an appointment or something more time sensitive)

>get seen by a receptionist. turns out the height fucker was actually right by where i was standing that whole time. except its just a tiny slider stuck to the wall thats totally inconspicuous so i had no idea it existed the whole time 🙂🙂🙂🙂

>(also its My turn to hold up the queue bcus i need to take off my stompy boots where one zips broken so i have to use pliers to pull it down. hehehe vengeance for all the waiting i had to do /j)

finally was able to give them everything, and also tell them i need an appointment about my meds Anyway bcus they've been a mess this whole time. but christ i was not expecting all of that to happen during what i assumed would be a simple 3 minute stop in.

🙂We Love Dealing With Healthcare 🙂

*never mind that was never mentioned, i made that up somehow. it was a logical assumption based on everything else they wanted tho, i think. but it does mean a decent two thirds of the shenanigans were for nothing and an absolute waste of time 🙂

#so that was fun #thank you nhs for existing and all #but hells sake that was not a fun time #(also Make It Easier To Make Appointments. its such a pain)#but there's pidgeons at this lil park im in. so thats nice #healthcare

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