#on the plus side

[magpie-to-the-morning]

That feeling when you want to read, write, and do a hundred different things at once, but you just can’t settle on one so you don’t do any of them 🙃

#Blegh #on the plus side #I’ve gotten a fair number of house things done #and I’m about halfway through The Sopranos 😅

[bread-wizards]

The Crown Keeper and Fearne&Orym reunion is going to be very interesting because you have Fearne, who hesitated to take the shard because of the impact seeing dark!Fearne had on her, possibly seeing Opal again.. like this. She gets a front row seat to one of her very good friends heading down that path of corruption that she herself was scared of.

Then you have the Crown Keepers just seeing the toll these last few months have had on Orym and Fearne. I wonder if there would be any guilt from Dorian, knowing he left and came back to such a drastic change.

That Orym did get the answers he was looking for and he is crumbling under the weight of them. That Fearne has had to experience so much more loss and anger in these last few months than she had in over 100 years and she still doesn't know what to do with some of these feelings.

#cr spoilers #critical role #cr3 #text post #orym #fearne #opal #dorian #crown keepers #its always weird when you see someone again for the first time in a long time and you can barely recognise them anymore #25 words is just not enough to get across everything that happened #on the plus side #morrighan knows nana morri so she can talk to fearne about that #i hope they become friends i think the vibes would be great with them

[thebibliosphere]

It's always a risk posting anything that comes off as mildly anti-holistic medicine on my blog.

I know it’s because a lot of my followers are in a similar situation to me and have their own medical trauma, and have likely been driven to seek out holistic methods of finding relief.

But in no way is me telling someone to be cautious around holistic practices and to do their research thoroughly grounds for anyone to tell me to kill myself.

I don't give a fuck if you were triggered by having the thing that helped you be questioned; your trauma does not validate that kind of response ever. Period.

If you are so deeply entrenched in your trauma that even the mildest criticism of something prompts you to message someone telling them to kill themselves, you need to get offline and work on your reactionary responses. Do some EMDR, align your chakras, or whatever the fuck calms you down, but you take that trauma, and you work through it, and you do not inflict it on others.

Do better.

#chronic health tag #death mention #suicide baiting #on the plus side #I made it a whole 13 days this year without seeing a death message 🙃✌️

[xiaq]

Hey did you guys know that if you thrift all your wedding decor, you then end up with a shit ton of stuff you have to sell afterward and when you post it all on FB marketplace the people messaging you will make you want to weep for humanity because they are

So. Fucking. Stupid.

The only place with poorer reading comprehension than tumblr is fb marketplace.

Anyway. Someday I’ll have time to write again.

#the tiniest of violins #on the plus side #I am making back more money than expected #which bodes well for new house decorating

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 19: Vanadium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.8k a/n: hopefully releasing two chapters will make up for the cliffhanger eheehhehe

Working with Myra was hard at first. Mostly because all you could think about was what she had done - the pain she had caused. Slowly, she became tolerable. You treated her like a colleague, nothing more. You didn’t talk about anything else except work. She had tried to talk about something else a time or two, but you shot her down. You were uninterested in anything she had to say unless it pertained to the research at hand.

“You’re making it difficult to act civil.” You turned to look at her with a blank expression. “And why would I want that? That has nothing to do-”

“With the research yeah, whatever. I’m trying to make amends and you’re making it impossible.” 

“Why would I want to make amends with the likes of you?” Your blank expression slowly turned into a glare. You weren’t in the mood. 

“If we’re going to work together - we might as well get along.” She looked annoyed and you couldn’t believe the gall of her.

“Get along? Did you forget what you did?” You felt like pulling your hair out. How hard was it for her to just fuck off? Things are going just fine without trying to ‘be civil’. “Why can’t you just get the picture? You left me bitter.” You let out a hollow laugh. “All that’s left is bad blood.” You’d never forgive her. She had completely destroyed your crew and your brother lost an arm because of his recklessness thereafter. It was a pipeline that she caused.

Myra looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out. It seemed like a sea of emotions on her face. “I thought you’d be able to understand where I came from. You and I were like two peas in a pod. Two of the same mind. I figured if anyone could figure out why and forgive - it would be you.”

Your eyes widened and you still just…couldn’t wrap your head around whatever the fuck she was on. “What burns the most, Myra, is that you lied right to my face. All that time together - two years, mind you. Was any of it real? Were you just nice for the experiment? For your research? Cause that was one hell of an act that you put on.” The domestic bliss of it all - was it all just a lie? The extent she was willing to go to manipulate you was astronomical.

The scientist looked at you before shrugging. “I cared about you, yes. I needed you to succeed in my mission, so your wellbeing was important.” You just stared at her, dumbfounded. What kinda card was she trying to play now? “That’s not…” Did this woman care about anything? How were you so blind to it before? This was a completely different woman than the one you knew; the one you knew was warm, inviting. She was cold and calculated; heartless.

“What, y/n, can we do to help you move on from this? We need your complete focus. Obviously your feelings towards me are too strong for you to operate properly. Would yelling at me help? Would letting all that anger help aid you in this mission?” You just stared at her as she spoke. You head was spinning from the sheer audacity of this woman. Once again, you felt like an absolute fool for ever having liked this woman in any capacity. She was worse than Kese. She had no remorse in her actions.

“You…you can’t relieve these demons, Myra.” You felt your eye twitch as you tried to keep yourself calm. You were so…you didn’t even know. You felt so many things that they all just conflicted with each other. “You can’t make this okay for me. You’re the one that caused these feelings.” You shook your head, closing your eyes and took a deep breath. You just needed to calm down. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth your anger. You had a task at hand that needed your attention. You needed to finish this so you could get back to your crew. You had so many things you needed to do.

“But your efficiency-” She stopped short as your dagger flew towards her, slamming into the wall right next to her head. Her head slowly turned, looking at the blade - her eyes meeting with her logo. “You’re the one impeding my work right now.” You looked at her, your breathing ragged as you were now worked up. You were trying with every fiber of your being not to absolutely throttle the life out of her. “Now, no more chit chat - get to work.”

She swallowed hard, nodding with wide eyes. You seemed to finally pull some kind of emotion from her. So, she wasn’t a robot after all, huh? It was just an act. It seemed whatever facade she had was starting to fall. She started crumbling. 

“I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. You looked at her - this time your face was void of emotion. “I did care. I cared about you so much - that’s why I sent you back with your brother. Because what I did was wrong and I…I wanted to repent for what I had done.” You just looked at her as she slowly slid to the ground - you only let her live because she had Lily. You kept her alive for her. You weren’t going to rob her of a parent.

“Don’t ask me for forgiveness - I’d rather watch you bleed,” you said before walking out of the lab. You needed some time away from her. You needed a breather.

--

After that…incident, Myra didn’t try to make any more small talk. She followed your lead, letting you order her around as needed. It seemed that she realized who was really in charge now - that you weren’t to be pushed around like some helpless, insecure person anymore like you were when you were staying with her. You were your own and strong. Shit, you almost rivaled with how you used to be. 

Eventually, you were ready for human trials. You weren't going to make Toko try yet; she was just a child. You took some willing adults, having them try your samples. None of them died, luckily enough. The most that happened was…nothing. Most of them were duds. 

You were irritated. Everything was right but why wasn’t it working? You tweaked and tweaked and tweaked it but nothing seemed to be changing - no matter what you did. You wanted to pull your hair out.

“You should head to bed. A fresh mind will help.” You just glared at Myra who held up her hands. “I’m just saying. You’ve been tweaking it for hours. Besides, all the subjects have gone to bed so you can’t even test it right now.” Without another word, or waiting for a response, she left you to your thoughts.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, letting your head fall back with a long sigh. You supposed she was right. Everyone was asleep, so you couldn’t even test the new formula anyway. You stood up, stretching as a yawn escaped your lips. You were exhausted. You were working from sun up to sun down every day - it was starting to take a toll on you but…

You couldn’t give up now. 

A nap. All you needed was a nap. You walked over to the loveseat that was in the lab and in moments you were passed out.

Crash. 

You bolted upright, squinting in the dark. You saw a small figure over by your desk. Your heart stopped as you ran over to the light and turned it on. Toko was standing there, beaker shattered at her feet. “Toko!” You ran over to her, sliding on your knees - not even paying attention to the glass that was imbedding itself into your knees. 

You took her face in your hands. “Toko! Answer me!” You searched her face and she looked at you with wide, confused eyes. No, no, no! What was she doing here? Why did she drink what was in the beaker?

“T-Toko thought this was the kitchen…” Fuck! You should’ve locked the door. Tears began to line your eyes when her face started to move. “T-Toko?” you whispered, emotion clear in your voice. You couldn’t live with yourself if anything happened to her. At this point you heard voices coming from down the hallway, heading towards you.

Shit. If Toko died, you might die. You told your brother not to die, but here you were - probably going to die. Though, you’d gladly accept the fate because you made a mistake and hurt someone so innocent in the process.

The twisted smile on Toko’s face began to shift; corners of her mouth uncurling and slowly sliding down. Her large smile slowly closed and her face slowly relaxed. Your own eyes widened. Was it working? Or was she dying? You weren’t sure. “T-Toko?” you asked, your voice cracking.

Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and she started wailing. She threw her arms around you as she cried and cried, and you held her there in disbelief. Did it work? Did it really work? You held her close, looking up as Hiyori appeared in the doorway, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the scene before her.

“Wh-” 

You looked at her, tears rolling down your own face as you held the crying Toko. You slowly stood up, still holding her as she continued to sob into you. “Is she…crying?” Hiyori’s voice was full of disbelief and you nodded, smiling through your own sobs.

All those years of being unable to unleash those negative emotions properly were coming forth all at once. You knew she was never able to properly grieve for her father either, so…it was all coming out now.

Tears began to fall down Hiyori’s face as she watched Toko. It was clear that she wanted to hold out and hug her, but she was holding onto you so tightly and her body was shaking so much that she didn’t want to interrupt her. She needed to get all of this out. You had a feeling that these next few days were going to be absolutely exhausting. You were going to have to do this one at a time - to give people a moment to collect themselves.

Though, Toko was a small child compared to the adults. They might be able to hold better, but for now, you were just going to let her do what she needed to do.

It wasn’t long before the small child was passed out against you. All that emotion had taken its toll and wiped her out. You slowly handed her off to Hiyori. “She should at least sleep good,” you said with a small smile. Hiyori nodded, smiling at you. “Thank you so much, doctor. I-I don’t know how to thank you.” 

You shook your head. “No need to. I’m just doing my job.”

Hiyori let out a small laugh, knowing it was going to be pointless arguing with you. “I’m going to tuck her in, you should rest as well, doctor.”

You nodded, waving as they left.

--

As you predicted, the next few days were rough. There was so much crying, touching, and wailing. You didn’t like being touched all that much by people you hardly knew, but you knew they couldn’t really help it; overcome with emotion and you were the nearest person to them. It was draining what little social battery you had past its breaking point. You were slowly realizing that you only had a social battery with your crew.

“On behalf of Wano, we cannot thank you enough,” Momonosuke said, inclining his head to you. You shook your head, holding up your hands. “I mean, you guys provided free room and board, not to mention all the other shit that I needed so…we’re even?” 

He looked at you with a surprised expression. “Even still, you are so humble. Is there really nothing else we can do for you?”

You shook your head before you realized something. “Actually, yes. Could you, perhaps, lend me a boat and supplies? I’m going to need to take a bit with me since I’m pretty sure my brother doesn’t have anything that I’m going to need on his ship.” At least for now. You’d eventually be able to restock and everything would work out in the end.

Momonosuke nodded and smiled widely. “I would be more than happy to provide you with a ship and provisions!” He looked to one of his retainers who nodded at his silent command and headed off. He turned to look at you. “Thank you again.”

You held up your hands. “Please, I’m begging you. If I hear that phrase again, I might go insane.” You heard it so much over the past few days, you weren't even sure if it was a real expression anymore. Momonosuke only laughed and put his own hands up. “Fair enough, doctor. I will mind my tongue in the future.” 

When you headed out, Hiyori popped up with Toko. They were both smiling, a genuine one from the smaller. “We’re going to miss you!” Toko chimed, running over to give you a hug. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too. I’ll make sure to call and write, okay?” 

Toko looked up at you with a bright expression and nodded. “Okay!” She ran back over to the other woman, holding her hand.

“Have fun with your hunkidy do of a man,” Hiyori chimed on your way out and you stopped. “My what?” The woman just laughed, leaving you absolutely confused. Who the hell says that? What does that even mean?

--

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to gather the things that you had requested. You were double checking things on the port when you heard someone say your name. You grimaced, turning around to see Myra. C’mon, couldn’t she leave you alone? She stopped as she saw your face. “You…are still mad at me?”

You just looked at her and she frowned. “I-I said I was sorry. I never meant for it to go as far as it did I-”

You just scoffed, shaking your head as you looked at your clipboard. “Spilling every lie you’ve spilled before,” you said in a dismissive tone. You shook your head. “Still, I’m not forgiving you.” You looked at her with a determined stare that bored into her soul. “And I never will.” 

Her eyes widened at you as you radiated sheer anger from your very being. She took a step back as you took a step forward, towering over her. “I hope that you never hear my name without your chest in flames.” Your tone was resolute and full of venom as if you were placing a curse on her. You could tell it already was. After all, she had sent you to Wano where your brother had been. She was obviously feeling guilty. She had tried the tough act and you tore right through that.

You were on a warpath - not to be fucked with. You had a mission and you’d be damned if you were going to let Myra get in your way. Though, you were leaving now and you couldn’t be happier. You just wanted to see your brother again. To see the crew again. To see Killer.

Man, you had so much to tell him. You had made the decision to confess your feelings, no matter how it ended up; you just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Though, Hiyori made it clear that it wasn’t as secret as you thought. If your brother had caught on, who the hell else had?

--

After bidding farewell and more tears being shed, not from you - you were pretty sure you were all out, you finally sailed off. Unlike your brother, you weren’t going to dive off the side of a fucking mountain, you were going to take the official port. 

It didn’t even take that long and you weren’t sure why your brother made a fuss about it. Though, when you thought about it, he was just showing off anyway. It checked out actually. Constantly in some kind of dick measuring contest with someone.

Once you were out on the sea, you took your brother’s vivre card from your pocket, getting ready to set course. 

Your heart stopped as it burst into flames.

#ON THE PLUS SIDE #i pretty much already have the next chapter done i just need to reread it and format it correctly #i was possessed by killer himself writing it when i was opening on saturday #its also HEAVILY influenced by a song frfr #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #am fics #cc

[swan2swan]

DANGIT SENSHI, NOW SHE HAS TO DO THAT DARK MAGIC SPELL ALL OVER AGAIN

#on the plus side #SENSHI BATHTUB SCENE INCOMING #swan watches dungeonburger #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers

[jelly-ship]

Jack and Ralph's priorities never quite lined up.

#lotf #ralph lotf #jack merridew #on the plus side #this was fun to draw

[suckmyarschkarte]

...

#on the plus side #they're showing their true colours. good to know.

[sesshy380]

Looks like Tumblr doesn't want me to get TUM BLR :(

Had to leave for a few hours to pick up my new phone and get everything transferred. Come back with the intent to reach my goal, but I think because of how fast I can manually click, the site thinks I'm using and auto-clicker and has throttled me. I mean, yeah, I tried the whole auto-clicker thing, but I was getting more null's than actual 'clicks'. I put my pc-gamer skills to use instead. I know I can do an average of 1k in an hour, and I only need another 6k to get to the 10k goal.

Oh well. I guess this is where my meter journey ends 😞

#no more meter increase #am sad #wanted to get that TUM BLR #on the plus side #new phone-yay! #which is good bc my old one was apparently on it's way to becoming the forbidden pillow

[ardatli]

It's my birthday in three hours.

I'm turning 44.

Oy.

#On the plus side #I didn't kill myself as a teen when I wanted to #and I survived the HELL out of 2013 when I didn't want to #and life is really good now #so you know what? #Making it to 44 is pretty sweet actually #I'll sit with that instead of thinking about aging #Now I go to drink tea and eat homemade brownies with my love

[circusclownproductions]

Back from my first day at work ^_^

#i already feel very anxious about how much rush there’s going to be #i got all the early shifts too #like be so fr #I’m the eepiest girl in the world how could you do this to me #on the plus side #money :3 #🍱

[foreverindreamlandd]

Everyone needs to stop what they’re doing right now and read On the Plus Side by Jenny Howe because LOGAN is the lumbersexual grumpy but will kill anyone who hurts you and isn’t afraid to express emotions KING that we all deserve to experience and giggle over ❤️

#on the plus side #book recs #plus size character #jennyhowe

[raisengen]

One thing about the aftermath of Dorothy’s Vision:

The final boss, the superweapon, the reality-warping onemind is shut down by Dorothy. The control hub is destroyed, along with all the supporting technology to manage and produce the Transmitter. Without Dorothy’s cooperation, we can assume relaunching the project would be a tough task.

But the Transmitter itself? That already exists. It’s been used in field tests, it’s in the wild. Even if production has stopped, site 359 had lakes worth of the stuff.  Site 359 is a lake of the stuff. And the lake’s being cleaned up by the Columbian government alongside Rhine Labs.

The Transmitter is a revolution in casting technology. With this one conduit, the average Terran becomes a great Caster, and a great Caster becomes an exceptional one. Dorothy used it on herself, and we saw that it was a great improvement over both conventional Arts Units and the innate casting of the Infected.

Right now it’s all in the hands of the Columbian government. What will they do with it? It seems too much to hope it will all go into a vault, Indiana Jones-style, and be forgotten. Terra might be seeing a new form of super-caster on the battlefield soon. All that under-the-radar Columbian research finally pays off.

Will it all remain in the hands of the Columbian government? Maybe a barrel or two will fall off the back of a truck, maybe someone counts one too many crates while loading up transport. A very conservative estimate says a single barrel could contain 10,000 doses; given the size of “Awaken”, I could easily believe there was enough Transmitter at that site to inject the entire population of Terra.

Even a tiny fraction going missing represents potential mass proliferation. And unlike the superweapon of “Awaken”, using Transmitter as an Arts multiplier needs only one tiny injection to set a Caster up for a while. Perhaps for life. No control hub, no power supply, no infrastructure, no ammunition, no fuel.

Undetectable, undisarmable, untraceable. High-powered, and anyone who’s been trained in Arts knows how to use it. It’s the perfect gift for any insurgent, revolutionary, secret agent, gangster, guerilla, plotter, special operative, bandit, or outcast.

Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

#Arknights #On the plus side #if anyone *does* try to revive the superboss #anyone equipped with Transmitter and some kind of broadcast link #could attempt to interfere #one sword keeps another in its sheath

[wanderingmind867]

By the way, if you're the type to notice art and artists for these classic Marvel comics, I find Steve Ditko was based at conveying emotions, especially through body language, though his figures tend to be a bit sparse or even ugly. Jack Kirby's art is pure action and intensity, but his emotions, however dramatic they are, tend to always degenerate into the same stock poses, and his figures are always hulking and brutal. Don Heck strikes a good balance, where his figures are always pretty, and what he lacks for action, he makes up with in emotions and body language. He's among my fav artists for Ant-Man and Wasp, because those were two characters whose action scenes weren't all that important compared to their daily life scenes.

I've never been able to explicitly compare the artwork, but I have been able to sort of figure out what I like. Mind you, I haven't had too many dealings with all the artists this hyperfixation. Really, so far I've only read stuff by Jack Kirby, Don Heck or Gene Colan (mostly by pure accident so far). Of those three, they're all decent artists. I feel like Don Heck and Gene Colan do a lot more shading and stuff, but I don't know if that's the inkers responsibility or what.

I don't really know how to differentiate between those two jobs, but that's a topic for some other tangent. Anyways, I feel like Jack Kirby is good with most things, but his faces aren't great to me. I feel like a lot of them look a bit ugly if you state at them for too long. Especially when a character is yelling in a close up or something. I think Gene Colan was good with cinematic art, and fancy stuff like that. But I think you're right about Don Heck being pretty good. He's not the most fancy guy (like I don't often see full page panels with him and stuff), but he's pretty good regardless. He's consistent, I guess you might say? Idk. I'm just rambling, I'm sure. But yeah, Don Heck was pretty good. I found some article about him once that said he was always overlooked, and I can see that. Like, his name isn't as famous as some of his contemporaries. But he's still really good.

PS: Oh, and just for my own self satisfaction, I'm going to list the comics I've read so far. Well, not every issue or which collections, but I'll say which characters or groups I've read about so far this hyperfixation. Let's see...

I started by reading like the first 70 Daredevil comics, then I started on some of the early Silver age Ant-Man stories (I couldn't get into the giant man ones). Then I read some Iron Man and Thor stories. Now I'm reading The Avengers, and I'm not sure where to go from here. I think my comics hyperfixations never last because indecision always seizes me on what I'm reading and what I should read next.

#sorry for rambling so much #I guess I just had stuff to say #on the plus side #It distracted me from my vent posts #which I was making before this #marvel #marvel comics #comics artists #60s comics #Now let's see who was mentioned... #jack kirby #steve ditko #don heck #gene colan #comic books

[madamsnape921]

On the Plus Side

Chapter 4

<Chapter 3 | Chapter 5>

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Umm… ridiculousness?

Note: I’m sorry this took so long. The next chapter should be up soon.  

WC: 3161

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On the Plus Side Taglist: @caracalwithchips @jackdanieltorrance

As the day started, Frederick awoke from his bed to the sound of his alarm. His skin burned as it always did when he woke up. “I guess that’s the cost of surviving…,” he said, throwing his legs over the bed. “Nurse, come here! I need help getting dressed.” Frederick called out into the abyss, hoping you would hear him. He was not a fan of needing help dressing; however, he appreciated you. You were as kind as you were beautiful and enjoyed your work (he assumed). 

It’s weird, he thought, that you get so used to people being in your life that you don’t know what your life would be without them. That’s how he felt about his nurse. You were both his left and right hand, ensuring he was as productive as possible.

“Good morning, Dr. Chilton! How are we feeling this morning?”

“Good morning, Nurse. I’m ready to be dressed. Can you take care of that while I remove these bedclothes?” He stood up and slowly took off his bed clothes to reveal his scarring from the event. He let the shirt fall to the floor along with his pants to stand there naked at half-mast, waiting for the help of his nurse. “Sorry, I had an excellent dream last night.”

“Someone is being forward today,” you said with a smirk. “Would you like to share your dream with the class?”

“No, I’d rather not. My mind is a complex device,” he said with a smile.

With a playful pout, you said, “It is, but I’m here if you ever want to share.” You exaggeratingly bat your eyelashes at him. 

Such a tease, and you know it. Ever since I watched those cameras, she’s been nothing but flirty. You know, but you haven’t played your cards yet. What are you going to do? “Thank you, but can you please help me get dressed?” 

He’s apparently not actually interested, you thought. He has not responded to my flirting since I let him know I was aware he was watching me. Maybe I was wrong? Perhaps he’s just a pervert? “Yes, of course, Doctor.”

He looked at his nurse with yearning eyes; he needed a clear signal. He doesn’t want to mess this up, but how does he tell you how he feels?

You helped him dress and began helping him towards his office. “Dr. Chilton, I apologize for my blatant flirting since the hot tub and spilled coffee incident. It’s extremely unprofessional, and I’m sorry if it’s made you uncomfortable.” You cringed, thinking, “you’re healing ahead of schedule, so I should be completely out of your hair soon.” After he’s sitting in his office chair, you head towards the door. “I’ll be right back with your breakfast.” You needed to get away from him. You’ve never been so embarrassed.

Frederick was touched. He wasn’t imagining things. He stood up, “It’s ok. I never expected anyone to want me now that I have become a monster.” He looked down to the floor.

“What do you mean? How are you a monster?” you sounded confused. 

He touched his face, “Since the attack, I look like a monster.”

You held your arms out, showing your scars. “Do my arms make me look like a monster? You’re not a monster, Frederick.”

He looked up at you. “Thank you, but I have seen a mirror. No woman would ever want me. Why should I even bother? I know I am more than that, but I am so lonely.”

“I quit.” You walked up to him, “You’re not my boss anymore. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

Frederick was shocked, “Wait, you need to give two weeks… it’s in your contract.” He took a second and realized what you said, “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“YES! I have.”

Frederick was flabbergasted, “What? Why? I’m hideous.”

“No, you’re not. I thought I’d started being obvious with the flirting after the hot tub incident because I thought you’d been watching me on the cameras.”

Frederick blushed, “Yes, the cameras. I… may have watched you a few times.”

“Do you still need my two weeks’ notice?” you asked while trailing your finger down his chest.

Frederick was clearly taken aback, “I think it’s only customary unless you have a replacement you could recommend.”

“Frederick,” you emphasized the use of his first name. “I’m still flirting with you, but I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable. Plus, I won’t go any further until you’re not my boss.” You reached up to peck his cheek before turning to grab some supplies to get back to work.

Frederick was frustrated. He knew how he felt, and this woman was throwing herself at him... but what if you couldn’t understand the real him? “Let’s try one date. Where do you want to go?”

You turned back to him in shock, “a date? Do you want to date me? Not just fuck me?!” The surprise is evident on your face. You weren’t used to anyone wanting you for more than sex or medical advice.

Frederick sighed, “Of course, I want to fuck you. I mean, look at you. I just don’t want to fuck the help.”

“You’re the one insisting on a two weeks notice.” You walked out to grab Frederick’s breakfast and coffee.

Frederick was frustrated, “I just don’t want to lose the best nurse I have ever had should we not be compatible. I’m focusing on my survival.”

You returned to the room and placed the food on the desk before turning back to Frederick, “I understand. Your survival is important to me, too, Doctor. You’ve made incredible progress with physical therapy. You won’t actually need me sooner than you think. Now. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll give you some time to yourself before starting today’s PT,” you gave a big smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Regardless if it’s true or not, you felt rejected. You knew better than to say anything, and this is what you get for trying to put yourself out there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should never crush on the person who signs your paycheck!! You know better. This had never been an issue until you met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You went to your room to process your emotions on your own. 

Frederick looked at his breakfast and was sad. He wanted his nurse, but he had to think about surviving. He didn’t have the luxury of emotional connection. “When you survive multiple attacks on your life, you must ensure you are safe.” Then his thoughts betray him and asked, what is a life worth living if you don’t let people in? Frederick yelled into the hall, “Nurse, can you come here, please?”

Damn it. “One moment, Doctor!” You quickly composed yourself as you slowly returned to the office. “Yes, Doctor?”

Frederick smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you. Where would you like to go? I’m sorry I was so dismissive.” Frederick smiled as he looked at the nurse, hoping he hadn’t ruined his chance. He knew he took a gamble, shooing you away. However, he was hopeful of your response.

“I’d love to go on a date with you wherever you feel most comfortable.” You were excited but also confused. Had they just gone around in circles?

“Instead of PT today, why don’t we go to lunch, and then we can go wherever the day takes us?” Frederick was trying to be confident despite being outside that zone. He looked at his nurse and smiled, “What about that café by the lake? Is the food there good?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Good. Then let’s summon the driver, and we shall be on our way.” Frederick pulled his phone from its pocket and summoned a driver from his service. “So, that’s going to be a few minutes. Since I’m dressed, I’ll start towards the door. Do you want to get dressed up, or do you want to go in scrubs?”

“Which would you prefer?”

Frederick thought for a moment. “Dressed up.”

“Sounds fun! I’ll be back,” you went to your room to change. 

Frederick slowly walked down to the front door and waited for the nurse. 

OMG! What do I even have to wear?! I’m going on an actual date… with Dr. Frederick Chilton. You started going through your closet. No. No. Definitely not. Hmm. Maybe. No. Oh, let’s try this one.

Frederick craned his neck to see you walk down the stairs sooner. In the salmon top with tight black pants, you made him feel lighter than air. “Ready, my dear?”

A shiver went down your spine at his use of the term of endearment. “Is this ok?” you gestured to your outfit. “If so, I’m ready.”

Frederick smiled, “I think the car is being pulled around.”

That wasn’t an answer, you thought. You walked over to him to help him to the car. “Let’s go,” you said with a big smile. 

The car pulls up, and Frederick slowly walks out. He beats you to the door and holds it open. Looking at you with a nervous smile, “Chivalry’s not dead, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you slide into the car with a blush. 

Frederick entered the car, “Driver, take us to the café by the lake.”

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The car pulled up to a small bistro beside a lake in the backcountry. The couple exited the car as the driver secured Frederick’s chair. Frederick thanked the driver, and the two walked into the bistro and were seated. The waiter brought over complimentary wine for the two as they talked.

“Don’t worry about the wine. I won’t tell your boss you were drinking on the job,” Frederick smiles.

“I'm definitely not on the job at the moment, mister”

Frederick ordered a drink and an appetizer for them to share "So this is quite the predicament we have. What do you make of it?"

"Well, let's see. You've made improvements beyond belief. You are seriously way ahead of the normal healing playbook. My boss has been spying on me throughout the house. I've been shamelessly flirting with said boss, and now my boss has asked me on a date. And here we are. I think that summarizes our predicament."

Frederick was silent "That's a perfect summation. Now the question is what do we do about it?"

"If nothing was off the table, what would you want to do about it?"

Frederick grins with a half grin "If nothing was off the table, I'd tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of me. I'd tell you that I would have never guessed a nurse would do so much to make my life better.. " He trailed off

"Is that all?"

Frederick swallowed hard "IthinkImaybeinlovewithher...."

Your eyes widened in shock, "her who?"

Frederick took a nervous drink "her you."

"OH! So what's the problem exactly? I think I love you as well."

Frederick looked at you as though he was a deer and you were a semi truck, "I'm sorry, what?"

"What do you want?” you asked. 

"I would like you, in my chambers, naked." Frederick smiled.

You smirked, "that can be arraigned… in two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Right. After my two weeks are over."

"Oh. Well... Is this your official resignation?"

"I'll hand the official one in to you as soon as I have a chance to write it."

Frederick smiled, "I reject your official resignation. You're fired, my sweet."

"WHAT!? You can't fire me. You do realize I'll need to get anotyou job, right?"

Frederick smiled, “I've been able to stay financially solvent for centuries. It'll be ok. I can take care of you."

“I can’t let you do that. Boss to what? Sugar daddy?”

"From friend to lover and partner. Basically, it's the same deal as employment but you don't have to ever work again if you don't want to."

“Finally!! He finally said exactly what he wants! It’s a miracle,” you laughed. “But in all seriousness, that sounds lovely but also a bit scary.”

Frefrick smiled and held your hand. "You know... there is a lot more to know about me. I hope that you're ready for some surprises.''

“Oooh surprises. Good or bad?”

"Stay the night with me in my quarters and I will tell you everything"

“Now you make it sound ominous. Regardless, I'd love to stay with you.”

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You gasped as the door closed, Frederick had pushed you roughly up against the door. Moving his hand down quickly from your hips to your ass then around your thighs lifting you up as he slammed his mouth on yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and wrapped around yours. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment you failed to realize Frederick shouldn’t be able to hold you to a door.

Frederick growls in your ear as he feels your legs wrap around his middle. His pelvis reinforced your body against the wall.  He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking your neck slowly. He moans into your ear, "I need to taste you." 

You moaned at the thought, "do it."

You screamed in pain as he bit down on your neck. He moved one of his hands to your mouth to muffle the sound. You switched to moaning as he began to drink from you.

Frederick began to slowly suck the blood from your neck.  As he started to drink he began to feel bolder, stronger. Frederick broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder and marched them to his chambers.

You were still in a fog of arousal until he tossed you onto his bed. “What the fuck?! How did you carry me in here?”

Frederick laid you on the bed, “Do you want to know or do you want to be amazed tonight?”

“… both?”

Frederick smiles, towering over your body, "Well, I’m a growing, healing boy, Y/N. I’ve been growing and healing for centuries."

“Centuries?” You were visibly confused.

Frederick moved to continue licking and kissing around the puncture wound in your neck. "The Chiltons landed in Baltimore before this was more than a port. My family built this town. I was here to watch the town grow up."

“Now you’re not making any sense.”

Frederick bit your neck once again, hard enough to draw more blood but soft enough for you not to feel the cut on your neck. He wrapped himself around you like a long, slinky snake, while envisioning the bite enjoying the blood dripping into his mouth. It captivated him, driving him near mad.

“Y/N, I do not want to make sense right now. I want to make you mine.”

“What would that entail exactly?”

Frederick pulled back, exposing his fangs.

You just stared at him while freaking out on the inside.

“You’re taking this shocking news very well, Y/N.”

"Oh. Am I?"

Frederick got up and off of you “The last person I shared this with about killed me with a bottle of garlic oil and holy stakes “

"Garlic oil and holy stakes? Who?" you sounded confused.

"Someone sent by Barnabus Collins. Some Vampire from an elite family in Maine."

"Barnabus?" you snickered. I've been living with him for months now. If he'd wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of opportunities to do so. I’m just going to follow his lead, you thought.

“Yea, some asshole with money that couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Frederick put his elbows on his knees, “You don’t believe me do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

"Because this is very out there. Vampires aren't supposed to exist. We have the market cornered on shadows."

“Honestly? I’m not sure my brain is on 100% after that make out session,” you confessed. “If you have any more confessions now is the time,” you laughed at the entire situation. Your boss was a vampire. You went on a date with a vampire.

Frederick looked up at you and smiled, "that's about it. I am wealthy, a psychiatrist, a published author, a martyr, and a vampire."

“Why are you telling me?”

"Because I've never felt like this for anyone before you. You've got something I've never seen before. I don't know what it is, but I want to offer you eternity with me."

"Eternity?"

"Eternity," Frederick smiled and looked you in the eyes. "I can promise you eternity, with me of course"

"Okay... how about a trial run? Eternity is a long time. You might not want to be with me that long.”

“Counter offer. I give you the gift of eternity. You still get to choose if you want to be with me? Even if you’re not mine, I still love the thought that the world has you in it.”

"What is the process?"

"Well, you've already been bitten twice. Third time you are a vampire. You start with the bloodlust soon after. We'd have to figure out how to get you a ring so you can have normal human daylight hours.. This one was a gift from my former lover who turned me into a vampire. They were cruel and hunted down by the townsfolk"

“Should we find a ring first? Also what’s the plan for the bloodlust?”

Frederick smiled, “The blood lust is invigorating. We basically hunt prey and drain them. As for a ring, we need to figure that out. I have no idea where to even start looking for a ring”

“So no more bites until we find a ring. What exactly does the ring… wait. Did you say prey? You don’t mean human, right?” you sounded a little worried.

"Well, humans are most prevalent in urban areas. My bloodlust was crazy. It was the night of the Boston Massacre. I was in a bar near the attack, and I was able to benefit from the bloodshed... along with two cows worth of blood."

“That was convenient. So what’s our plan?”

Frederick pulls off his ring and hands it to you. “I am not sure. I think... what if I cut the ring in half. We both get a half and are safe as long as we wear them?"

“What happens if that doesn’t work? How did your lover get the ring?”

"They never told me. They just gave it to me before they succumbed to their wounds."

"What happens if only half a ring doesn't work?"

"I have no idea. But you're worth the risk."

"Frederick," you said with aww and worry in your voice.

"Y/N, I want to spend eternity with you. I’m obsessed with you and I don't want to ever live without you."

"Even if we're stuck sleeping during the day and only going out at night?"

"Of course."

You threw your arms around Frederick's neck, knocking them both over. You held him tightly while you fought off the tears in your eyes. 

Frederick held you close. Feeling whole for the first time, he started to cry softly into you.

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aqua, are you okay?

no - i ran out of tickets for kicho on ch 9 😭😭😭 my wallet is angry at me for spending money. and my body is angry at me for staying up way too late. hope you're doing better over there anon!

#on the plus side #kicho's route is amazing #and i am devastated i can't read anymore until 3 am😭 #aqua asks