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Talk Tonight l Part 1 (Joel Miller x OC Female Reader)

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Summary: After their flight home is canceled, two complete strangers decide to spend the entire night getting lost together in one of the most beautiful cities in the world—what could go wrong?

Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x OFC Camila Mendoza

Chapter Warnings/Tags: preface angst (I sorry), we have our girl Sarah, Tommy is a pain in the ass but we love him, airport meet cute, Camila has a physical description, talk of her career and profession, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Well, here she is. My lil passion project. It has been kind of nice to write something with zero expectations, not going to lie. No pressure, just straight vibing with this one. This chapter is quite tame, not a whole lot of action yet, but it obviously sets the story up for the good stuff. Tbh, the next chapter is my FAVORITE of the whole series and I almost wish I could skip this part and post that one because when I tell you it is cute, it is so fucking cute lmao. But anyway. I know this series might not gain a ton of traction, but I hope that the few people who DO read this enjoy my OC and grow to love her as much as I have and that you love this story as well. Also I just want to shoutout Doni @morning-star-joy for being so lovely to me and supporting my idea and letting me scream about Camila to her. 🩷

Charles De Gaulle Airport

Paris, France

September 26th, 2002

07:00 Hours

“I beg your pardon?”

Startled by the sound of that rich, deep voice, that heavy Southern drawl that had become so familiar to you over the last nine hours, you lifted your face from your hands and whipped around in your seat; you’d turned so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. Your lips parted slightly in surprise when you saw Joel Miller standing there in the aisle with his plane ticket clutched in his hand.

He looked at you, then his dark eyes flickered over to the man sitting next to you. “Sorry I don’t mean to be a bother, but would you mind swappin’ seats with me?” He asked, politely. “I’ve got a good seat up in business class. It’s all yours if you’re willin’ to switch with me.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

Joel shook his head. “There ain’t no catch, sir.”

“There has to be a catch,” he said, suspiciously.

“Ain’t no catch at all. It’s all yours, no extra charge, sir,” he told him, earnestly. “It’s more comfortable; there’s plenty of legroom. There’s also free food, a better selection of movies to watch. Oh and all the complimentary drinks that you can toss back from here to Austin,” Joel added, practically shoving his ticket right under the man’s nose. He hoped it had been enough to tempt him into agreeing to switch with him. “So? What do you say? Can we swap?”

“Well, I say you had me at complimentary drinks,” he remarked with a grin. He stood up, grabbed his carry on bag from the overhead compartment and took the ticket from Joel’s hand. Eagerly, he made his way up the aisle towards the front of the plane.

Dumbfounded, you couldn’t help but stare at Joel, your eyes widening as he slid himself into the seat beside you. “Hi baby,” he greeted you, his lips, soft and warm, brushing against your temple.

“Joel?” You sniffed, quickly dabbing at your damp, swollen eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan. “I’m confused. What in the world are you doing here? Is this even allowed?”

“It’s fine, Mila. I asked one of the flight attendants, she said it was okay so long as he agreed to it.” He put on his seatbelt and glanced over, noticing that your own seatbelt remained unfastened. Reaching over, Joel grabbed the two straps and pulled them around your hips, buckling it for you. He then gave it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. He felt the way you were looking at him and murmured, “Just wanna make sure you’re safe, baby. That’s all.”

“Joel,” You whispered his name thickly. “Seriously, what are you doing back here?”

Joel’s eyes met yours. “If I can get just a few more hours with you, I’m gonna take them. Camila, I will take every last second I can get with you, alright?”

“But—”

You stopped, clamping your mouth shut as a fresh batch of hot tears threatened to spill over.

“C’mere.” He cupped your cheek with his opposite hand and delicately tucked your face into the spot between his neck and his collarbone, soothing you softly, “I’m here, baby. It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You clutched fistfuls of his denim jacket and clung to him desperately—it was almost as if you’d been clinging onto dear life itself.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Joel promised. “We’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. We’re gonna be okay.”

But that couldn’t have been father from the truth.

You and Joel weren’t going to be okay.

You knew that.

And he did too.

Charles De Gaulle Airport

Paris, France

September 25th, 2002

21:00 Hours

“You’re still in Paris?” Sarah shrieked loudly.

Wincing, Joel pulled his Nokia away from his ear.

She had nearly blown his goddamn eardrum out.

“Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke?”

He sighed heavily, tiredly rubbing at the side of his face with his opposite hand.

He should have known, expected even, that Sarah wouldn’t take the news of his current predicament all too well—she wouldn’t take it well at all.

Joel brought his phone back to his ear. “Sorry, but unfortunately this ain’t a joke, babygirl,” he replied to her after a minute, letting out another sigh. Joel glanced across the crowded airport lounge and he squinted over at the big digital sign hanging above the airline’s counter displaying all the details of his flight home to Austin, Texas. Even after about four hours, it still flashed red, signaling to everyone the flight was still very much delayed due to the harsh weather conditions on the route. Like Joel, several other passengers were growing restless. “We were supposed to take off a few hours ago, but there’s a pretty bad storm on the East Coast—”

Sarah cut him off with a dramatic groan.

“Oh, come on man! Are you fucking serious?”

“Hey now, you had best watch your language!” He chastised his teenaged daughter. “Don’t you think for one second that I ain’t gonna ground your little behind from halfway across the world, missy. I will ground you right from this airport.” He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Christ, I leave you alone with Uncle Tommy for one weekend—”

“Tell me you’ll be home by tomorrow night, dad.”

He could hear the disappointment in her tone.

As if she already knew she would be let down.

Joel couldn’t blame her.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” he admitted. “It’s lookin’ like the flight might get even canceled.”

“But tomorrow’s your birthday!” Sarah cried. “You have to be home for your birthday.” There’s a long, silent pause on her end of the line, but just as Joel was about to ask her if she was still there, she said in a sad, devastated voice, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but Nana and Grandpa are coming into town tomorrow. We planned a big birthday dinner, even ordered a special cake and everything. You’re always working on your birthday, we haven’t had a chance to properly celebrate it together in years.”

Joel’s heart sank, the guilt creeping in. “Sarah, I’m sorry, babygirl—”

“You just can’t be stuck in Paris, dad. You can’t—”

Suddenly, he heard Tommy in the background.

“Wait a damn minute, what did you just say? He’s stuck where, now? You’ve gotta be—here, give me the phone, kiddo.” There’s another long pause and then his younger brother’s voice came on the line. “What the hell do you mean you’re stuck in Paris?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Joel replied, flatly.

“You better be fuckin’ talkin’ about Paris, Texas.”

“Christ, Tommy! Watch your fuckin’ mouth around my daughter,” he hissed, knowing damn good and well that Sarah was standing beside him, listening to him. “I’m stranded at the goddamn airport here in France. I’ve been sittin’ on my ass for hours now just waitin’ around. My flight’s delayed due to that big storm over on the East Coast,” he explained. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna be here since they grounded all air traffic to the States. Nothin’s flyin’ out in that direction right now.”

“Oh c’mon, that can’t be true! Somethin’s gotta be flyin’ out of that airport to the United States. Have you tried switchin’ airlines?”

Annoyed, Joel snorted and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Tommy, that ain’t how it fuckin’ works, you moron. Nothin’ is flyin’ out in that direction right now,” his voice was firm as he repeated himself. “That really so goddamn fuckin’ hard to understand?”

“Those Europeans put somethin’ in your water?”

“The hell you fuckin’ talkin’ about?”

“‘Cause your ass is crankier than usual, brother.”

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his composure.

Even in his late twenties, Tommy refused to grow the fuck up and it often drove him to his wits end.

“Look, this long distance call is costin’ me a damn fortune, so listen and listen good, ‘cause I ain’t got a whole lot of time left,” Joel snapped. “I need you to do me a real big favor, alright?” Without waiting for a response from his brother, he continued, “It’s Sunday, so I need you to make sure that Sarah got all of her homework done this weekend. But check it for yourself—and don’t let her lie to you, Tommy. She’ll swear to you she did it, even if she didn’t. I’ll also need you to take her to school tomorrow. She can’t be late again. Her homeroom teacher already chewed me out for droppin’ her off after first bell. I need you to get her there before eight o’ clock. Do you think you can handle that for me?”

Tommy clicked his tongue. “Sorry I wasn’t listenin’ to you, what did you just say?”

Joel’s jaw clenched. “Tommy, I swear to Christ—”

He laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, Joel. I got it all handled, okay? Uncle Tommy to the rescue.”

“Uncle Tommy’s a fuckin’ idiot,” Joel mumbled. “It ain’t a joke. Can I trust you to do this for me or do I need to call Mrs Adler and ask her for her help?”

“I’m a little offended,” Tommy scoffed out. “I think I’ve been takin’ real good care of Sarah on my own over these last few days since you’ve been gone. I mean, she’s alive and she’s breathin’ ain’t she?”

“Tommy—”

“Relax, Joel. I’ll check out her homework tonight, I promise. And I’ll get her to school tomorrow, make sure she ain’t late. You can trust me. Alright?”

“Not like I’ve got much of a choice,” he muttered.

“That’s the spirit.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotta go. Tell Sarah I love her and I’ll do my best to make it home on time for that not so surprise special birthday dinner Mama and Pop are comin’ into town for tomorrow night.”

“You got it, big brother.”

Joel ended the call and then shoved his Nokia into the pocket of his faded, black denim jacket.

He had to get back home by tomorrow night.

If he didn’t, Sarah would be absolutely crushed.

He’d spent his last three birthdays working double shifts just to help make ends meet—but ever since he finally got his construction business going with Tommy, the hours had been even more brutal now that it was just the two of them doing big jobs. He swore both to himself and to Sarah he would try to take more time off—for birthdays, holidays, soccer tournaments, dance recitals. To spend more of his time with her.

So far, he hadn’t been able to keep his word.

He felt like a jackass for it, but what could he do?

It wasn’t just about paying the bills anymore.

Sarah would be turning fourteen next year.

In a few years, he’d be putting her through college.

He needed to work to secure her future for her.

Joel sank back into his chair, taking a look around; his dark eyes scanned the lounge with disinterest.

That’s when you caught his attention.

Caught it and held onto it with a vice like grip.

Joel’s throat went dry.

Christ, you were so fucking beautiful.

Dark brown curls, soft skin the color of deep sand.

Your white sundress only accentuated the warmth of your smooth complexion, giving you a glow that was so radiant it knocked the wind from his lungs, making it hard for him to catch an even breath.

You were sitting in the row of chairs opposite his, a couple chairs down. He couldn’t be too sure, but it seemed like you were traveling alone—the chair on your left was empty and the one on your right held your tan leather satchel bag. Your nose was buried deep into a worn out, paperback book and he took notice of the way you would take the ballpoint pen that you had tucked behind your ear, using it to jot down notes on the crinkled, yellowing pages every so often. Then you would put the pen back behind your ear with a the tiniest, satisfied little grin.

Joel swallowed, his throat bobbing harshly.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You must have felt his stare because you suddenly looked up from your book, meeting his gaze. You’d seemed a bit startled at first, but then flashed him a pleasant, friendly smile.

Embarrassed, Joel quickly turned away from you.

Way to go you fuckin’ idiot, he thought to himself, silently. She probably thinks you’re a damn creep.

He feigned a sudden interest in the airplane that is parked right outside the gate, the very same plane he was supposed to have boarded four hours ago.

“Êtes-vous coincé ici aussi?”

The sweet, feminine voice came from beside him.

Startled, Joel looked to see you’d moved, and now occupied the once empty seat next to him.

“Uh, sorry. I don’t speak French,” he sputtered out nervously.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” You said, making the effortless transition from French to English. “I just assumed, but I shouldn’t have.” Tossing him a soft and apologetic smile, you asked, “So then, you are an American too?” Of course, there was no reason to ask such a question when the answer was quite obvious, but you were trying to get a conversation with him going.

“Yeah.” Joel winced, mentally kicking himself over how curt he’d sounded. “I’m from Texas.”

Your hazel green eyes glimmered with amusement and you flashed him a brilliant smile that made his heart skip a beat or two inside his chest.

“I thought I detected a hint of a Southern drawl.”

“Oh trust me, it ain’t just a hint, darlin’.”

You threw your head back slightly, laughing. “Well, hello there cowboy,” You teased him, playfully. You were even more stunning up close and all he could do was hope that you couldn’t tell how nervous he was underneath the surface—eager to be chatting up a stunning woman like you, but still nervous.

“So what did you ask me just a minute ago?”

“I asked if you’ve been stuck here like me.”

Joel grinned, feeling a little more courageous.

“Ain’t it obvious what flight I’m waitin’ on, angel?”

“Oh very much so, cowboy.” Grinning back at him, you leaned back into your chair and made yourself comfortable. “I’m waiting on that same flight too.”

Joel chuckled. “At this rate we’d get to Austin a lot faster by swimmin’ across the Atlantic.”

“It’s too bad I don’t know how to swim. Otherwise, I’d say let’s get paddling,” You kidded, causing him to laugh again. “How long were you here in Paris?”

“Few days,” he answered. “Buddy of mine married his longtime girlfriend here. I was his best man.”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Really?”

Amused, he asked, “Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“I mean, getting married in the most romantic city in the entire world? Don’t you think that’s just a bit cliché?”

Joel shrugged. “I suppose it is,” he agreed. “Come to think of it, can’t get more cliché than that. But I couldn’t say no to Wyatt. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers,” he explained. “He asked me to be his best man. I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how fuckin’ cliché the whole thing was—”

He suddenly stopped, face burning.

“Sorry darlin’,” he apologized, sheepishly. “I should mind my manners. It ain’t polite to curse when I’m in the presence of a lovely lady.”

Your laugh sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Waving a hand, you assured him, “It’s totally fine. I don’t it mind at all.”

Joel smiled, angling his body towards you.

His nerves hadn’t disappeared, not completely.

But as the seconds ticked by, he felt more at ease.

Talking to you felt as natural as breathing.

Joel decided to turn the tables. “What about you? How long were you here for?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I’m actually just here on a layover.”

“From where?”

“Somalia.”

Joel frowned. “I damn near failed geography when I was in high school. You’re gonna have to help me out a little here, darlin’. Where’s Somalia?”

“East Africa.”

“Africa?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had never been into traveling—he preferred to stay put in his bubble in Texas. Flying out to Paris for Wyatt and the wedding had been Joel’s first time leaving the United States. He never had a desire to go and see the world, nor the interest. But he would have been lying if he said you hadn’t piqued his interest with such an unexpected answer. “What were you doin’ down there?”

“Working. I’m a traveling physician.”

Joel’s mouth fell open slightly. “You’re a doctor?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Is that such a surprise?”

“How old are you?”

“It’s not polite to ask a lady her age,” You smacked his arm playfully. “Don’t you know that?”

He flushed. “Sorry, it’s just—you seem a bit young to be a doctor, that’s all. I wouldn’t have thought.”

Tilting your head to the side, you asked, “Well how old do you think I am, cowboy? And don’t lie to me just to stay in my good graces. I won’t be offended by your guess, I promise.”

“Twenty five?” Joel guessed, honestly. “Or twenty six?”

“You flatter me, but no. I’ll be thirty in December.”

“So tell me, doc. How long were you in Africa?”

“About a month,” You replied. “I was there with my team to visit some of the villages in Somalia to see families in need of basic healthcare. We offer them medicine and supplies, we offer vaccines. I tend to the children, mostly. I specialize in pediatrics.”

Joel couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“What?”

“That’s just really impressive,” he admitted. After a minute, he found himself asking, “Now that you’re done workin’ down there, are you goin’ back home to Austin for a while? That where you’re from?”

You shook your head, and he hoped he didn’t look as disappointed as he felt.

“I’m from Laredo,” You said. “But then I moved for college. I did pre-med at The University of Texas in Austin.”

“You visitin’ your old stompin’ grounds?” he joked.

“Something like that.” You giggled. “One of my old professors, he invited me to give a lecture to some of his students who are interested in medicine and might want to pursue careers in the field—I’ll only be in Austin for a day, then it’s off to my next work assignment.”

Joel shot you another incredulous look.

“What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“I just figured you’d have to be some old geezer to give a lecture to college students.”

“Nope. You just have to be really good at what you do,” You winked at him. “That’s all.”

Before Joel could say another word, an attendant at the airline counter picked up their radio to make an announcement over the intercom—the flight to Austin had been canceled and all passengers were required to book a new one for the following day.

There was a collective groan in the lounge.

“Well, that’s a bummer,” You let out a tiny sigh and stood up, slinging the long, thick strap of your bag over your shoulder. Turning towards him, you gave him a warm smile. “Thank you for talking to me. It was nice having some company.” Lightly touching his shoulder, you said, “Good luck in getting home tomorrow, cowboy.”

Retracting your hand, you whirled around.

Joel jumped to his feet, ready to stop you.

But it was too late.

With the hustle and bustle of everyone scrambling towards the airline ticket counter, he’d quickly lost you in the massive crowd of people.

Joel craned his neck, searching around for you.

“C’mon,” he muttered. “Where’d you go?”

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Joel spotted you walking away from one of the counters with a new plane ticket in hand.

He didn’t even have to think twice about it.

Making his way through the crowd, Joel rushed to the counter and up to the same blond woman who had assisted you. “That girl who was just here, the one with the dark curly hair,” he said. “Can you tell me which flight she booked?”

The attendant gave him a strange look. “Yes she is on the first flight available to Austin,” she stated in a thick, French accent. “Seven in the morning.”

“I need to be on that flight,” Joel told her. Noticing the hint of annoyance on her face, he added in the most polite tone he could muster, “Please. And I’d like the seat next to hers, if it’s possible.”

She shot him another odd look, but typed away at her keyboard and checked the computer screen.

“My apologies, Monsieur. But the seat next to her has already been booked by another passenger.”

“What ‘bout one close to her, then?” He tried.

“I am afraid the only seats left available are at the very back of the plane or business class.”

Joel sighed. He pulled his wallet out from the back pocket of his jeans and handed her his credit card.

“Fine. I’ll just upgrade to a business class seat.”

The attendant nodded. “Of course, Monsieur.”

Once he was all set, he thanked her and started to make his way through the lounge and towards the exit. He walked outside and took a look around the terminal, his eyebrows pulling together.

He knew the chances of finding you were slim, but he took comfort in knowing that he would see you in the morning on the flight back to Austin.

Until then, he had about nine hours to kill.

“Suppose there’s worse cities to be stuck in,” Joel muttered to himself. Most places had translations, and he figured he could get by on his own alright. The hotel he’d stayed at with the wedding party, it wasn’t too far from the airport—after a drink and a bite to eat, he could book a room for the night and crash until the morning.

He started down the sidewalk, but then stopped—out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of your curls and his stomach fluttered eagerly.

You were standing in line waiting for a cab holding what appeared to be a map in your hands.

Before his mind and body could even try making a connection, he found himself walking over to you.

“Hey there,” Joel greeted as he approached you.

You looked up from your map and beamed at him.

“Hey! Did you manage to get a new flight home?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I did. I’m on the first one out to Austin at seven o’ clock in the mornin’.”

Your smile widened. “I’m on that one too!”

“You don’t say,” Joel said in a nonchalant tone. He didn’t want to admit he already knew that. “Well, if that just ain’t a funny coincidence.” His eyes fell to the map in your hands. “What’cha got there?”

“A map to the city.”

He laughed. “Gonna go sightseein’ or what?”

“I am indeed going sightseeing, actually.”

Joel’s smile faltered. “You serious? At this time?”

“I’ve been to Paris a couple of times before. I have always wanted to see it at night, but never had the guts to do it,” You confessed. “But here I am stuck for the next nine hours, so I suppose tonight is the night I finally do it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I prefer the term adventurous.” Folding your map, you looked at him. “What about you, cowboy? You have anything planned for your night?”

Joel shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Was gonna go grab a bite to eat and then get a hotel room to crash in.”

He was tempted, oh so tempted, to ask you to join him for a late dinner and drinks—just when he had worked up the courage to go for it, you spoke.

“Did you get to see the city while you were here?”

“I didn’t see much of anythin’,” he admitted. “With the weddin’ and all, I didn’t have the time. It ain’t a big deal, though. I ain’t a big sightseein’ kinda guy to begin with, you know?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Wait a minute, I just want to make sure I have this straight—you’ve got an entire commitment free night in Paris, and you’re going to spend it cooped up in some hotel room?”

Joel shrugged. “I reckon I am.”

“No way.” You grabbed his arm and started to pull him over towards an available cab. “You’re coming with me tonight.”

“Wait just a minute, darlin’—”

Ignoring him, you continued to drag him along. “It would a crime if you didn’t see this city before you go back home,” You stated, opening the back door to the car. You tried shoving him into the backseat but he caught himself on the roof of the vehicle.

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on there a second, angel,” he said with a chortle. “You’re really just gonna spend a whole night in a foreign city with a complete and total stranger you just met half an hour ago? What if I’m some kinda serial killer?”

You blinked. “Are you a serial killer?”

“Well no I ain’t a serial killer, but my point is—”

“Then we’re fine,” You chirped. “Come on, let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”

Pushing past him, you climbed into the backseat.

“You coming?” You asked over your shoulder.

Joel chuckled, sliding in next to you.

“Guess I am.”

He shut the door behind him—this was happening and yet somehow it didn’t even feel real.

A chance to spend the entire night with you?

It just didn’t feel real to him.

“I’m Camila,” You introduced yourself, extending a hand towards him.

He took your hand, holding it in his.

“Camila,” Joel repeated with a smile. “That’s a real pretty name for a real pretty girl.”

You grinned.

“How about you, cowboy? You got a name?”

“Joel. Joel Miller.”

You gave his hand a squeeze.

“Well Joel Miller, it seems like we aren’t complete and total strangers anymore, are we now?”

His own grin widened. “No, darlin’ I suppose we ain’t.”

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Just a little snapshot of some pre-relationship/sevenmance Camy Rose (Camila Rodriguez-Rose), around 20-21 years old, trying to make something work... again :) When "it's complicated" is only just scratching the surface lolol Camy Rose and Jacqueline are OC's Seven Lawless, Rowan Hart, and the band are all from @infamous-if

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Camy is always her best when she’s on stage. The lights, the music, the heat, the crowd, all of it comes together in a perfect way that lets her get out of her own way and forget herself. It’s the perfect relationship: the version of her that she loves most gets on stage and it’s the version that people love. Hell, for a long time no one even saw her and she used to prefer it that way. You can’t be rejected or ignored when there’s no interest in the first place. But that first time on stage was the first time she dared to want that attention, the first time people wanted her, the first time she wanted to be seen. Out of all of the relationships she’s had over the years, friendships and partners alike, her relationship with the stage has been one of her few constants.

Jackie, though? Jackie saw someone more – wanted something more. Another relationship she can add to a comparably far more recent list.

Maybe it was a cliche to want the waitress of a bar they had just played at, but she couldn’t help herself if she tried. Not when Jackie’s full tight curls bounced when she laughed at her jokes, not when Jackie revealed she had a dimple on one side of her mouth as she talked music and art, and definitely not when her dark eyes glittered when she talked about her plans for the future; Camy was inspired as much as she was in awe. It was so rare for her to find someone who she connected with so quickly despite being so different. Their small talk after the set led to talking until the sun rose behind them, and kissing until she was late to class. It was one of the most tame excuses she had for Seven when she got home to explain why she was still in last night’s clothes, but it still had her gushing until her roommate was rolling his eyes and drowning her out by blasting music in his headphones.

That was 62 days ago. And while Jackie saw more than most, Camy Rose has yet to meet someone who wanted to see everything. The bet Rowan has going is that they can alternate who plays the guitar solos if she can keep a partner down for 90 days.

She wished she came close.

Still, nothing can compare to a performance, everything else fades away especially when it’s one as good as tonight’s. It’s their biggest venue to date, the crowd was alive, the band sounded great, and she and Seven could not be more in tune with each other – musically, mentally, truly everything was just perfect. The crowd’s energy was infectious, so when she danced her way to him, he wasn’t surprised. His eyes lit up when she covered his hand with hers to steal his mic for her part, tilting it to her to sing. It was impossible to look away from him and even as the lights bared down on them they were nothing next to how bright his smile was as they locked eyes, how his eyes glinted as he pulls the mic back to sing his part, how he practically glowed with his energy and effort and how it made wisps of his long hair stick to his skin. Back and forth, they shared his mic through the short rally of lyrics, leaning closer and closer until their harmony ends on their high note. She dissolved into soft laughter as she let go of him and returned to her own mic. Fuck, it was fun when they were locked in like this.

The rest of their set was perfect, or at least she thought it was. Because now she’s left chasing, following, feeling like she’s trying to hold onto sand that just keeps slipping through her fingers, as she’s jogging after Jackie as they wind through backstage. She said she’s leaving with or without Camy, while Camy’s left racking her brain for how she fucked up this time.

“Can we at least talk about this?” she fixes the rolled up sleeves of her flannel shirt as she accidentally elbows - and apologizes to - yet another staff member as they rush past.

“What is there left to say?” Jackie throws over her shoulder, and the disappointment hurts far more than any of Jackie’s anger. Pulling off to a side hallway that led to the stairway exit, she’s able to run and stop Jackie with a gentle grab of her hand. Despite her opened shirt and exposed bralet she was still burning up from the performance, having just run off stage, and she’ll admit it: stopping Jackie while knowing she looks like this might make her girlfriend think about what she’ll be losing if she leaves now. She’s come a long way from the mousy girl she was in high school and she knows it, and something tells her she’s going to need everything to get through this. A quick glance down her body from Jackie’s dark eyes makes her think maybe it’s working, but she know’s that’s only the start.

“Tons! So much. Please, whatever it is we can work it out, let’s just get on the same page here.” She stands before her now, searching her face, searching for Jackie’s other hand to hold. She’s beautiful and her makeup is immaculate on top of it, Jackie is immaculate, is perfect, so how could she feel as though this is anything but her own fault here? Yes, things were getting tense between them. Yes, they were seeing each other less due to – a lot of different reasons, but that didn’t mean they had to do anything hasty! Right?

“I don’t think there is a same page for us here anymore, Camila,” she regards her coolly and a muscle twitches in Camy’s jaw. Despite the sweat and heat, an immediate chill soaks through to her bones. Did she regret telling Jacqueline about her name at the time? No. Does she now? Well. “I saw all I needed to.”

“Whoa, what?” She stiffens. Now, she wasn’t expecting this. “Saw what? The performance? You’ve seen us perform that’s how we met, that’s how we started.”

“It’s not that. It’s just – I get that I’m new in your life, I do. I get that I’m an outsider when it comes to a lot of what you go through, of what and how your life is. I get that making time for us is hard with what’s on both of our plates. I understand and I hope, after everything I’ve done - we’ve done, I’ve shown that,” she begins in a measured tone that repeats all the issues they have already worked through. Or at least, Camy thought they had worked through. But she shifts on her feet even as she keeps gentle hold of Jacqueline’s hands. Already her heart starts to pound and her pulse starts keeping a beat in her ears. So much for being seen, for being understood, for being...

But, where’s the but. “But-” Right on cue. “Oh, don’t give me that look.”

“What look? No, I just appreciate you going back to all the things that you already had an issue with when you’re now about to add to it,” she can’t help herself as she already starts to heat up.

“It’s valid criticism, don’t be such a child.”

“And now I’m a child for being upset over you having a list of things you don’t approve of in my life again. If you get it, if you wanted to make the effort to understand, you wouldn’t bring it up like you’re glorifying your sacrifices.” Maybe not a child but she didn’t say anything about petty. “I’m an artist, if I couldn’t handle criticism I wouldn’t have gotten where I am now, so don’t insult me too.” But that wasn’t anything new, what’s new? She grinds her teeth as energy starts to charge under her skin.

“Don’t turn this on me. Because all of that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t even talk to you when it comes to trying to make some space for me. Camila, I can’t trust you. I can’t trust you to include me in your life when it matters, I can’t trust you not to keep me out,” Jacqueline takes her hands away. “And I can’t trust you around Seven.” Camy’s stomach drops and she lurches straight, she can’t help but immediately pull up her guard.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you really expect me to believe I’m not some kind of an experiment?” Jacqueline scoffs. A narrow of her eyes sharpens the chill in her blood and turns something vicious on her tongue; lots of meanings to that, and she wonders if Jacqueline means them all.

“He has nothing to do with any of this!”

“There’s not going to be any space for anyone else with him there!”

“He’s my best friend, and my roommate. Do you want to pay for half my rent instead?” She can’t help but raise her voice at this. It twists her stomach to want to defend this, to be in this position in the first place, and to cheapen her friendship with Seven like this. Crossing her arms she squares herself up for the finale, because now? Now, there was no talking this down, there was only talking through. Last minute barbs, critiques, before the inevitable farewell.

“You’re wearing his shirt,” she says. Simple, straight, to the point, and shot through her heart. The heat that washes down her spine has nothing to do with the heat of the performance as the embarrassment and shame sinks into her. Silence weighed heavily on her now as she chewed on her tongue, losing the game of chicken as she has to look away.

“So we’re just saying fuck it to sides of the closet now,” Seven said, breezing through their bedroom as he chucked on some deodorant.

“If you want to pull from my half go ahead,” she grins as she fixes the sleeves and after a second of consideration in the mirror, undoes another button to really show off. “Don’t complain just because I look better in your clothes than you.”

“Better? Ha, sure. I’d say we should test it out, but I don’t think Jackie would approve,” he replied. They find each others eyes in their reflection and she presents her choker to him.

“Probably not. Guess you’ll just have to live with defeat.” He rolls his eyes as she grins and gathers her long hair up, letting him thread her choker around her neck. Something brief catching as their eyes meet in the mirror when he dusts his fingertips over her neck to clasp it, brief because he’s quick to skitter away after. Whatever.

The shirt feels heavy and itchy and uncomfortable now; indecent almost, like somehow it means something – something that it doesn’t! She sets her jaw as she chews through the shame, staring down at her scuffed, worn high-tops, and just shakes her head free of the blame Jacqueline is trying to assign to her.

“You know what, I also don’t need all this insecurity over my friends.” She says with a weight she hopes feels like a judge’s gavel. Jacqueline’s jaw drops open, scoffing in response but Camy still shrugs sharply in the face of her, well, ex’s outrage. “And at least we don’t have to do the song and dance of the ‘let’s stay friends’ lies, huh? You can go fuck off now, I’m done chasing,” she sniffs casually and settles her hands on her hips instead, glaring down dismissively at those gorgeous fucking eyes for the last time.

"At least I can face the truth when I see it, Camila, and confront it. I thought you were just a coward in denial, but now I see you’re completely fucking delusional." Jackie marches right by her, catching her shoulder on the way out as she stares at where Jackie once stood. The door bangs and reverberates down the hallway as it crashes out and bounces back closed.

Sinking into herself she slowly collapses down further and further, curling until her knees are into her chest and her hands are deep in her hair. No more hot air, no more excuses, Jackie was way too smart to not have her points and…

“Dammit,” she hisses, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” Was that really so wrong? Is it- are they really just that fucked? At some point, when can she just take responsibility that - that what? She can’t even start to approach whatever the fuck is going on in her fucking life, let alone whatever the fuck is happening with her and Seven now. The shirt she wore felt as charged as Jackie made it and in a rush she rips it off over her head and spikes it onto the floor. Why the fuck would she wear his shirt? Of course that was fucking dumb. She’s with someone why is she doing this? She shoves the heels of her hands against her eyes as she digs her chin into her chest. Fucking shirt, fucking stupid, stupid move.

The AC is cold and clammy on her bare back, it and the misery sinks into her meat and bones, and she’s pretty sure she hears people walking around way behind her. She should really wear the stupid shirt. Can she get arrested for indecent exposure if she’s still wearing a bra? Probably. She drops her hands and stares at the crumpled bit of flannel as the wave of anger ebbs and the resignation flows onto the shore of her emotions.

Jackie was so out of her league, she actually knew what she wanted to do with her life and was gorgeous on top of it. She had a plan, direction, and a goals for one, five, and ten years. What the hell were they even doing together? What the fuck did she see in her: struggling, working, student-slash-singer-songwriter? Her goal is a dream, nothing less and some days nothing more.

She’ll do anything but try and confront what’s right in front of her, won’t she?

She sighs heavily, dragging the shirt over to her, dragging it back over her head, but not yet dragging herself back up, not yet dragging her pieces back together. Not yet. Not while she can feel bad about the relief this bout of heartbreak gives her, not while she can wallow in how she doesn’t even cry over this.

She hugs the shirt around her, folding the top closed. It did feel nice to wear, to settle into the warmth of it, the comfort of it. It makes all those sharp things just a little softer.

“Was gonna ask what my shirt did to you,” Seven’s voice rings out from behind her and she flinches. It’s not only because she’s feeling sensitive about what really is happening in front of her, but mostly because she can’t deny what a relief it is to hear from him right now. “But figured something else went down. You okay?” He knows better, but the undercurrent of what he’s saying is there, and she hears what he didn’t say as clear as what he did. The hand on her back bleeds warmth back into her, the familiarity a flood that gets rid of all the anxiety and chill of her fight. Wordlessly she gets to her feet and threads her arms around his chest tight, taking refuge in the heart she knows so well.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she pulls her face from his shoulder, but doesn’t let go. “I will be.” Her eyes slide close as he rubs her back, putting the pieces of her back together wordlessly as she lets herself sink against him. “Just have to tell Rowan I lost his stupid bet again.”

#Infamous IF #Infamous OC #Seven Lawless #OC: Camy Rose #I'm sure there's a reasonable reason as to why her relationships fail #and maybe she WAS seen hmm? lolol #Anyways I was inspired so here <33 #my writing

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“Beginnings”

Pre—Accident!Stephen Strange x Fem! Surgeon!OFC, Grey’s anatomy Crossover.

A/N: First of all I have a lot of Original Characters that I am adding to this Series, Which I will Explain the roles right now before moving along into the actual writing part!

Chief of General Surgery: Doctor Jack Wilson

General Surgery Attending: Doctor Liam Jones

General Surgery Resident: Doctor Lucas Miller

Chief of Thoracic Surgery: Doctor Charlotte Garcia.

Thoracic Surgery Attending: Henry Davis

Thoracic Surgery Resident: Camila Taylor

OBGYN/Neonatal Surgeon: Emily Perez

Fetal Surgeon: Evelyn Lopez

Pediatrician: Asher Lewis.

Neurosurgery Resident: Noah Sanchez.

Orthopedic Surgeon: Aria Adams

Hand Surgeon: Layla Rivera

Spine Surgeon: Ethan Carter

Trauma Surgeon: Hazel Evans

Pediatric Surgeon: Aurora Baker

Interns: Amy Nelson, David Torres, James Scott, Shelby Edwards, Willow Brooks.

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Chapter Two: Beginnings Of Tragic Incidents.

Chapter Summary: after Blake talked with Cristina about what’s been going on in Seattle with Meredith and Everyone else, her Interns do something unforgivable, something she can’t even Fathom forcing her to do something, maybe even tell her boyfriend.

CW//TW: Medial Terminology, Drama, Shouting, Surgery, Trauma, Cursing, Stephen getting mad at the interns, a Bunch of different OC’s, Blake and Christine are best friend, mentions of Derek shepherd’s Death, Trauma, Flashbacks, Cristina and Blake are like soulmates, injuries, mentions of Cutting an LVAD wire.

“So he totally is Like Meredith’s McDreamy, Huh?” Cristina said over the Phone call, Blake Hissed at her to shut up as she was in the Female Attendings Locker room, Pulling on her Dark Blue Scrubs. “Cristina!” She Whisper Shouted.

Cristina Snorted before ending the call, She Met Stephen Outside heading towards the Nurses Station to get and find there own Cases, like Any hospital Worked. “By the way where are your Stupid Interns?” He asked. Blake stopped, blinking her eyes noticing that none of her little Suck ups were around her, Malia Noticed the Doctor becoming Suspicious and Knew she had to tell on the Poor Interns.

"Doctor Shepherd, one of your Patients on the transplant list came back in after his heart was failing again despite the LVAD, They've been in his room for an hour now, I think his name was Daniel Cooper." Malia said, Blake had a bad feeling about all this, She nodded at Stephen and Malia to come with her. The Trio Scrambled to Cooper's Room, standing in shock when they saw what was happening. "What the hell.." Blake mumbled, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Amy Pumping his heart Manually as the LVAD Wire was cut with a Pair of Scissors next to it. "Amy, What the hell did you do?!" She Practically yelled, "and why are all you fools helping her?!"

Amy didn't respond continuing to Pump his heart, Blake looked at Stephen who shook his head, she nodded to Malia, "Malia take over Pumping his Heart, and Amy step away from the Patient." Malia Nodded and Tried to gently take the device away but Amy screamed no and said not to touch her, Blake Ignored Amy for now telling Malia to stay with her and to help Amy if she allowed her to, Blake turned to the three other Idiot doctors, "You three, In the hall. Now." She ordered.

Blake was angry, seething even. "What the hell were you three thinking, you could have killed that Patient." She said, Stephen was right next to her agreeing with her words, "Even worse, you could have endangered your careers and be sued for assaulting a Patient." Stephen added. David Tried to speak but Blake shushed him, "No, Not a word, you are not to speak, Not a single word, I don't wanna have to Testify against any of you fools." She said.

The Group was silent for a moment, “I assume you ran labs..” She said, Her eyes showing a Furious anger and Disappointment. They stayed Silent only fueling her Annoyance and anger, "Well?..." She demanded. James spoke, "you told us not to speak-"

"I know I did, Now did you run labs?!.." Blake said, tapping her foot impatiently, David Nodded, Blake sighed as she gave out orders, "Okay, Shelby Jack's been asking for you." She said giving her the order to go, before turning to the rest of the amazingly idiotic Interns, "David go get those labs and come right back, do not talk to anyone, go straight there and back."

Then She turned to James, "Now you, follow me and Stephen Right now."

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A Few Hours later and both Blake and Stephen were making sure Mr. Cooper was okay, She listened to his heart with her Stethoscope sighing at how weak it sounded. "Why Amy... Why would you do this?.." She said, Continuing to to Listen to his heart while Stephen did a quick Neuro Exam to ensure he was okay in the head, no concussion or any Brain Bleed whatsoever. "Because he needs that heart and I love him.. I love him so damn Much Doctor Shepherd.." The Intern Whispered, Blake shook her head sighing In Disappointment.

"Oh for God's sake, you fell in love with a Patient.." Blake sighed, exasperated, Stephen was really trying to hold back all his anger at the Interns. "Well his Brain is Okay, No signs of anything wrong with his brain." Stephen Said. David Came in with the Labs, "Labs are back, His State is becoming worse." Blake sighed Knowing exactly what that Meant. Amy Spoke now, "He'll get the heart right, He's gonna get the heart? He has to. You'll Sign the papers that he'll be put at the top of the list-" She was quickly Interrupted by Blake's cold tone.

"Those are the Kind of things I would tell a doctor, and right now you are not a doctor, you are a Visitor." She said, her eyes showing how furious she actually was. "What?.." Amy asked in complete and utter disbelief. "You will no longer be a doctor in this Hospital until I say Otherwise. Now Step away from Mr. Cooper and let Malia Take over." She Ordered.

Malia came over slowly taking it away from Amy as Blake Glared at her slightly, making the rest of the Interns Shrink underneath her Gaze.

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Blake told Stephen to carry on with the rest of his Surgeries while she went to talk to the Chief of the hospital about this certain Incident without exposing her Interns for doing this.

She asked the Chief about a Hypothetical Question with the exact same Situation, In which she explained that Mr. Cooper move to the top of the list and receive the heart Immediately but ordered that whoever did that was to be in her Office for Intense Consequences for endangering a Patients Life.

Blake nodded, "Of course, Ma'am."

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Which ended with the Interns getting yelled at by the chief and forced to not even go near a Surgical case unless they fessed up on who did it and to share one single Patient to give her what she needed.

Later on Blake was sitting at the Nurses Station, Checking on different Patient files and Images, as Stephen was Charting, "So, How bad was their Punishments?" Stephen asked with a Snide Smirk on his face. Blake sighed, Shaking her head. "The Chief said no more surgeries until they confess that Amy did it and they had to share one singular Patient." She snorted, Searching up another Patient file.

Malia was now delivering Labs due to Blake's Interns being Punished for their Stupid decisions, "Here you go Blake, Imaging is back for Ms. Collins." She said handing her the Tablet. Blake looked it over smiling to herself, "Oh.. I could use a little Great Neuro Case." She muttered. Stephen Looked up Suddenly Interested, Raising his eyebrow, "Oh no Mister, You have your own Solo Neuro Surgery in 30 Minutes, you need to get ready for that, I've got this one." She said, smirking to herself before teasing him. "Besides this woman has a nail in her head." She said, before rushing off.

Stephen Chuckled to himself, "Well Played, Doctor Shepherd."

#pre accident stephen strange #surgeon stephen strange #stephen strange x oc #grey's anatomy #anon ask #crossover #medical terminology #medicine #doctor stephen strange #surgery

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knightsofrayx · 1 year

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So, here's a sort of head-canon/theory that snuck into my brain

The generally accepted pre-canon halo line-of-inheritance is Shannon-Lilith-Beatrice, right?

Vincent killed Shannon because she was getting too close to the truth, and suspected him of betraying the OCS. But what if Shannon wasn't the only target of the attack?

Lilith didn't seem to be as on board as the others when it came to following Vincent (and yes, a lot of that was due to the Ava-Halo situation, but that level of resentment doesn't just crop up overnight), and Vincent seemed quite content to keep the Halo out of her hands. She's ambitious and confident in her capabilities as a warrior, and while yes, her righteous arrogance isn't exactly an appealing character trait, these all would make her much harder for him to control (and get rid of if need be). (and also, at this point he has no idea if Shannon shared any of her suspicions with Lilith, so for all he knows Lilith also suspects him of being a traitor)

So I think Vincent intended to kill Shannon and Lilith, leaving Beatrice or Camila as the next Warrior Nun.

Beatrice, who'd practically break out in hives at the thought of disobeying an authority figure? She would have been much easier for Vincent to control from the get-go, especially since she would have been isolated (Shannon and Lilith would be dead and Mary off on a rampage seeking answers and revenge. Camila would still be there, but she's a rookie, not yet a peer or a mentor figure. Mother Superion had no reason to suspect Vincent of anything, and at this point they aren't as close as they were by S2).

Or, should Beatrice have been killed as well, Camila would be a perfect substitute. An impressionable young rookie completely out of her depth would not have thought to look further or suspect anything. She would have been so busy trying to find her footing that he would have plenty of room to manipulate her into freeing Adriel before she realized anything was off.

This isn't to say that the two of them are blind/idiots. We all know they're not. But Shannon already suspected Vincent of being a traitor, and Lilith's automatic disdain towards pretty much everything would have revealed his true loyalties much sooner. Beatrice and Camila (and hell, Mary and Superion and even Duretti) just had absolutely no reason to doubt his loyalty to the Order.

#warrior nun #save warrior nun #shannon masters #sister shannon #sister lilith #lilith villaumbrosia #sister beatrice #sister camila #father vincent #the ocs #headcanons and theories #we've already seen/explored some Halo-bearer!lilith #and even some Halo-bearer!Beatrice #(but not in the context of season one)#so what about halo-bearer!Camila #or hell even Halo-bearer!Mary #think of the possibilities

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hyperfixatedonthings · 1 year

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My Headcannon ages for WN characters:

Placing under a cut because it's long!

Ava: 19 (of course stated in the show)

Sister Beatrice: 21-23.

We know from s1 that she went to a swiss boarding school. Form the sounds of that conversation w/ Duretti, Bea maybe a few years removed from that school. I imagine her as someone that was either going to be pre-med or, some sort of scientist. Mainly due to her knowing Latin and, her grasp of advanced science (see any of her times in various labs). I think these would be suitable careers to parents that are concerned about perception.

Sister Camila: 20 or 21

She mentioned to Todd that she was 15 when she joined the church. I'm giving her some time to be recruited or trained then, her first true mission is in s1e1.

Lilith: 23-25

I think she and Mary have been in OCS the longest. I think she is the oldest Sister Warrior because I relate to her. I feel like she's at that stage where you are trying to avoid turning into your parents or their expectations of you; while you're navigating your understanding of yourself and your responsibilities. As someone pushing 30, I relate to that. I'm the most open to being wrong about her though.

Shotgun Mary: 22-24

I'm putting her around the same age as Beatrice. Maybe a year older. She gives off strong older sister vibes (to me anyway). Her timeline pre-OCS is not clear so, it makes it hard.

Father Vincent: Late 40's

Not much driving this. I think he was with the Cartels in his 20's. Stared drinking heavily around 14 yrs ago, and caused the Car Accident ™ during that time. I'm also saying that he has been w/ OCS for close to 10 yrs.

Mother Superion: Younger than we think

idk I just think it's a fun concept. It'd be cool if she was closer in age to the other sister warriors then you would think.

Dr. Jillian Slavius: Early to Mid 40's

She is very smart and thus I think started Arq-Tech young. I feel like she pursued motherhood for as long as she could and, in as many ways as possible. My headcannon for her is that carrying a baby was really important to her.

Miguel/Michael: 21

Guessing he was about 7-10, when he went in the portal. He said it was about 14 to 15 yeas on the other side. So I'm taking the lower on both of those options.

#curious if anyone agrees #the wiki seems to be onboard w/ some of these #warrior nun meta #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister lilith #sister camila #sister yasmine #jillian salvius #father vincent #mother superion #michael salvius #wn spoilers

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It’s not like I don’t think the haircut can’t be a shippy thing, either. My OC actually helps him do it instead. But the thing is, she actually has a reason to know how to cut hair, and has actually done so for others before, plus she’s actually dating him after a series long build up. There is no reason Willow should know how to cut hair, and no relationship build up for h/l to actually make the scene shippy.

Trust me, I'm with you there. In my Cat Canon, it's actually Dipper that finds him and helps him do his hair for the most part until they accidentally wake Camila who helps in styling it, because while Dipper has helped Mabel with her hair before, he is not that skilled in actually making the hair look styled or good. Meanwhile they've been together since pre-Eclipse Lake, and while their relationship changes the trajectory of part of the story-line in S2, the general progression is all the same including ending up in the human realm together, etc. Cat has been asleep the whole time, she is not good with change and is not a fan of haircuts.

But in terms of the actual show canon, it still doesn't make sense for it to be Willow. And fortunately, there's no one else reasonable for anyone to ship Hunter with in the human realm unless you're shipping some unsavory things.

#Taako talks #asks #anons #toh #the owl house #cat posting #huntl0w negative #catdiphunter

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"nobody asked" except I did! in my head, sure, but I did!

i've always thought, even aside from romantic love, there was something sort of nice about the quiet bond between camila, new to the ocs, and beatrice, not as green and new but certainly not senior in the larger picture of sister warriors, and at the least still very much growing in herself. maybe it's tentative at first but it goes both ways, i think. and I think it's got to be a significant part of how camila gets integrated right? before ava even pops up in the picture.

there's also a kind of silent understanding between them that idk how to put into words but like, yeah! maybe it's not immediate, but they GET each other! or they could learn to. cam's s2 talk with bea about loving ava was obv a mary line yeah but i think with cam it reads slightly differently -- less a bittersweet thing out of personal experience, not entirely counsel, but a conversation that reads bea like a book (even if their time together pre-canon before was limited and then punctuated again by the whole switzerland thing) and cuts right to the heart of things and fears bea probably already has inside. the exchange obv makes more narrative sense/has more resonance in a way if mary says it, but given the circumstances and having camila say those lines, i did like that evolution of camila (who like tham all has been forced to grow up so fast in a matter of like. months) pushing and challenging beatrice out of care and love and knowing her. (again i am ignoring the imperfections and interpreting it as i wish because i can) yep they are traumatized yep they will help each other through it.

And I think they should kiss about it!!

I think it's so fun how cam reads bea like a BOOK with that warrior nun conversation. I'm with you in that I think it's kind of nice like at the very least it's not complicated, y'know? At the very least it just is and it's not hard and it's not as good as it could be but at the very least they're friends who understand each other and sometimes that's enough.

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Another OC thing :3 this time my Fallout 4 one.

Okay so Silas is a Gen-3 synth prototype. I started making him when I first started playing fallout two years ago but kinda scrapped him till now and he’s kinda based off of Nick’s story just a little more complex.

Silas was one of the first Gen-3 synths built, and kinda like Nick he had memories implanted into his mind from different pre-war personalities that were scanned- just like Nick Valentine. Except the twist on this was that they wanted to see how many personalities they could fit in one synth brain until it broke- of course they inly did this to Silas. They put in about 14 personalities until Silas finally got really unstable. They out a range of just everyday people into the mind to criminals or unstable minds.

I actually came up with the different personalities names and what they were pre-war.

Silas- Fisher

Diana- housewife

Noah- prisoner

Lucas- Bartender

Dillon- Scientist

Luis- Doctor

Pedro- Business guy

Ella- Painter

Sophia- Psychologist

Luna- Lawyer

Parker- Soldier

Camila- child

Quinn- High school student

Sage- psychiatric patient

So Silas is the one that’s mostly out kinda like a front of a DID system, most of them are non hostile when they come out but about 4/14 of them are but only one will attack on sight. A way to know if he’s going to switch personalities is by his darker eye, usually it glows blue but if he starts to freak out he will lose control of the body and any of the 13 others will come out.

They eye will flicker between blue and yellow at first when he’s in any sort of distress, when it gets to yellow his voice will start to glitch out between 2 to 3 different voices including his own, then finally if it goes to red he has switched and the voice will change. After a few seconds after switching the eye will return to blue if their non-hostile, if they are hostile but don’t attack then it will go back to yellow, but if it stays on red they are going to attack.

Silas over the years had come up with a way to keep the other personalities down and from coming out erratically unless he goes into one of his episodes. If he experiences high levels of distress then his eye will flicker between all three colors and his voice will glitch between all the voices, he’ll have no control over what happens and usually just does an automatic shut down so he restarts and is able to have control again.

All the voices can only be heard in by Silas but sometimes they can be heard echoing Silas’ voice. He can be caught talking with himself a lot.

Silas loves fishing and doesn’t know how to fight. He can be found at one of the cabins at Far Harbor and refuses to go to Arcadia in fear he’ll accidentally hurt someone. He’s very nice and gentle overall tho.

#fallout 4 #fallout oc #fallout art #fallout community #bro got 13 people in that mind of his #he’s very unstable #kinda feel bad for him #he’s my second favorite #i dont even know if this makes sense #i’m not good at explaining things

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romanticism oc asks!!! 9 20 21 and 23!!!

oh yeah babey. lets go

9. If your OC were to imagine their idyllic life (realistically or otherwise) what would it be like?

It definitely depends on the time period in Radek's life. When she was still with Phillip (pre-Caleb death) she definitely pictured them getting "married" (whatever that means) and then having sort of a hades-persephone deal where she would spend half the year in her home, the demon realm, and the other half in the human realm, and Phillip was free to move between the realms with her or not. I think if you asked her at the current point in the show (s3), however, her ideal would definitely just be having a nice house with Hunter in the demon realm where she can raise him and have him go to school and just have a normal life. probably a similar situation where she can visit the human realm whenever to see Camila. It wouldn't entirely be normal pretty much no matter what just because Radek is a little weird from the immortality and DEFINITELY still healing, but I think she'd do her best, especially for Hunter, who is like, the pride and joy of her life atm.

20. What was the moment at which they knew they were in love, or was it a slow buildup?

Oh good lord. Well.

With Phillip, it was a slow build. She initially just found this random human guy passed out in the forest and decided it'd be REALLY FUNNY to fuck with him. Prime mischief mode activated. She was like, 19, and dumb as fuck. Then suddenly they started hanging out more and the teasing got a little less (derogatory) and a little more (affectionate). Phillip was never scared of her like he was the other witches, namely because Radek never actually did anything dangerous to him. Not that Evelyn did either, but he has his ideas. It sort of culminated into a slow realization when they would spend more and more time together, and then eventually Phillip presented his cross to her as a gift of his affections. Radek was very happy to take it. They kissed that night & Phillip never knew peace since.

With Camila, it was completely different. Radek was depressed, a little bit nutz from Belos dying, and also incapable of feeling any joy. But Camila slowly kind of coaxed hir out of the depression hole in the house and lured her into spending time with her in the living room. Radek didn't really think anything of it other than Camila being really hospitable, until they were falling asleep one night and recognized that pain in their chest a little too much and went. Oh no.

21. What was it about their significant other that made them fall in love with them? Was it a single eye-opening experience or many gestures over time?

With Phillip, I think first and foremost it was just the fact he was funny. Then Radek saw he was diligent, if a bit stubborn, as well as charming and sweet. He somehow always knew what to say to cheer them up and he was easy to communicate with. Not to mention he liked her! Which is an attractive trait all in of itself. Plus he wrote really cheesy love letters and would draw them sometimes, so he wasn't without talent. Pathetic little guy Radek wanted to hold, you know?

As for Camila, it was definitely just how kind and understanding she was. It was the same young-firey-impassioned sort of love but the delicate care that Radek needs. Patience. Camila was especially willing to take things slow which both of them needed. I do think it was a little moment where both of them were cooking together and Radek saw Camila humming while she was at a burner and was like. Oh my gd shes perfect. and then Camila saw Radek cooking and went oh my gd hes perfect. Very funny, very sweet.

23. What sort of routines, rituals or rules do they have or set for themselves?

Radek learned the hard way they have to wash the right side of their face and replace the eyepatch everyday. Eventually they sew the eye shut again but Camila has to do it for them. It still leaks every once in a while so they use those cleansing wipes and it seems to work. It hurts really bad though, so they've been trying to concoct some sort of numbing cream for that skin on their face.

Other than that Hunter has constructed an intricate routine where he wakes up Radek at 9 in the morning just to hug her and then they read together until everyone wakes up. (Sometimes Radek goes back to sleep.)

#talks #bigenbysharkmer #romanticism ask game

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whaledocboi · 11 months

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the girls are fightinggg - pre-canon

(continuing this post, but i added the first one in for more context anyways)

the OCS break into a random warehouse for a mission and a next thing they know is that they're being ambushed by a very unhappy 17~something y.o, who apparently has an entire little flat set up there and is not at all flattered that these strangely dressed people are violating her space

lilith is rude and short tempered (wants to get over w/ this already), camila is also rude and short tempered (they broke into her unofficial home), so they go at each other before shannon and mary could even begin to talk it out like civil people

#they're so annoying (affectionate)#you might be asking 'how could camila do significant damage on lilith she should be much weaker'#1. very bad no good dirty tricks #2. goblin mode #i hope that helps #warrior nun #sister camila #sister lilith #camilith #digital art #illustration #character art #artwork #my art #long post #pre-ocs camila #pre canon

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trickarrows-bishop · 2 months

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feral pre-ocs camila? feral pre-ocs camila.

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joelsgreys · 9 months

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Talk Tonight (Joel Miller x OC Female Reader)

Summary: After their flight home is canceled, two complete strangers decide to spend the entire night getting lost together in one of the most beautiful cities in the world—what could go wrong?

Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x OFC Camila Mendoza

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Only Minors DNI. NO big age gap, Joel is 35 and Reader is 29. Reader is a mixed woman of color, she is multilingual, although it is written in second person POV (I am terrible at doing third person, sorry) she does come with a name. I also do give her a physical description EXCEPT for her body type (she is shorter than Joel though). Ultimately, if you choose to read this story, you’re more than welcome to read it how you want! If you want to picture her as I write her or as your own—whatever tickles your fancy! Chapters will come with their own individual warnings but overall: mention of spouse loss/death, mentions of surviving infidelity, a lot of fluff, dashes of angst, eventual smut. Set one year before the outbreak. Early 2000’s romcom kinda vibes.

A/N: This has been my lil passion project. Idk if it’s just me I feel like it can be kind of hard for OC stories to gain traction, but tbh compared to everything else I’ve been writing this one has been the easiest. I don’t feel much pressure like I do with everything else. Don’t get me wrong, I do hold a special place in my heart for all the other works I have done/going on but I feel so laid back about this one. Mostly because it’s already written 😂 but anywho, this one is a lil treat for me myself and I and if anyone else enjoys it, that’s just an awesome bonus. 🤍

**chapters containing smut

Part 1 l Charles De Gaulle Airport

Part 2 l The Eiffel Tower

Part 3 l Avenue des Champs-Élysées

Part 4 l Musée du Louvre**

Part 5 l The Pont Neuf (Seine River)**

Part 6 l Hotel Le Mareuil**

Part 7 l The Flight Home (Epilogue)

#joel miller #joel miller x ofc #joel miller x oc #joel miller series #joel miller x original character #fic: talk tonight

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rosehillcountryday · 11 months

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𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈𝙳𝙰𝚈.𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝚁.𝙲𝙾𝙼 ... a reese production. very sporadic activity multimuse containing muses from the 2022 netflix film DO REVENGE — ( dir. jennifer kaytin robinson ) ... crossover and oc friendly. [ twenty - six. they / she. est. ] minors & personal blogs dni. * sideblog!! follows back from badbandits!

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* all muses are 18+, often played between -5 / +5 of the faceclaim, but there are exceptions for verses, etc.

main muses

carissa jones [ 19 - 32 ] : semi - canon divergent / headcanon based, lesbian — fc. ava capri / clea duval [ fc for yellowjackets au ] ... primary.

eleanor cutler levetan [ 18 - 29 ] : semi - canon divergent / headcanon based, lesbian — fc. maya hawke / uma thurman [ fc for yellowjackets au ] ... secondary.

drea torres [ 18 - 32 ] : semi - canon divergent, questioning / unlabled — fc. camila mendes ... secondary.

montana ruiz [ 18 - 28 ] : semi - canon divergent, bisexual — fc. maia reficco ... tertiary.

russ lee [ 18 - 32 ] : semi - canon divergent / headcanon based, pansexual — fc. rish shah ... tertiary.

upon request

allegra [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. rachel matthews

elliot tanners [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. jonathan daviss

erica norman [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. sophie turner

max broussard [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. austin abrams

meghan perez [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. paris berelc

tara scott [ 18+ ] : canon compliant — fc. alisha boe

the headmaster [ 46 ] : canon compliant — fc. sarah michelle gellar

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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dive into the dark | shawn mendes

chapter 11/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: sry for the delay summertime depression has come with a vengeance lulz have some angsty comfort

***let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist

masterlist | playlist

“There once was a boy named Shawnie, destined to be a star.”

Why was that the last straw? Why was a photo of Stella, Shawn, and Camila dressed as Hogwarts students at a Halloween party the thing to send Annalise spiraling? What about that measly little Instagram post possessed Annalise to text her former shrink at four in the morning?

It’s not like she wanted to go to any of the stupid parties on campus. In the past, she and Patrick would hang out in a cemetery and be with the dead. Yes, she gave in to those goth stereotypes sometimes too. Annalise justified it by claiming she was celebrating Dia de los Muertos. This year, however, she just stayed in the dorm by herself, her own Hogwarts outfit sitting in her closet, making no noise and pretending it doesn’t exist. She was alone long enough for everything to come down on her, and the photo of her friends and not-boyfriend all but broke her to pieces.

So on November first, Annalise found herself in Callie’s office. It wasn’t hard getting herself to go there; Therapy had been a constant in her life for a year, and she missed it. She knew she had things to get off her chest, but it stalled when she was actually sat in front of Callie, who was quite happy to see her.

“It’s been a few months, hasn’t it?” she said, smiling warmly. “Where were we the last time you were here?”

Annalise shrugged. “I had exams going on, and I was picking out classes and a dorm for the next semester.”

“Right. And you’re in between classes now if I remember from your text. So all that went well, I assume?”

“Yeah. Still in school. Still working.”

Callie nodded. She hadn’t written anything on her clipboard yet. “I don’t mean to pry, but I also heard you were in the hospital for a bit?”

“Did Shawn tell you that?” Annalise’s polite tone changed. “He’s always telling everyone my business.”

Surprisingly, Callie wasn’t bothered by the sudden mood change. “I believe you told me over text. We had to pause our sessions because you were in recovery.”

“Oh. Oh yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get all snappy.” She went red.

“It’s alright. So, would you like to talk about what happened in the hospital?”

That was all the first session was: hospital talk. Annalise knew this story like the back of her hand, but it was less annoying telling it again because Callie already knew the stuff about the pre-existing health problems. It’s on reason why Annalise started therapy in the first place.

“Now, whenever my mom or dad call me, a majority of the conversation is about what I’m eating,” she explained. “Or what I should be eating. And Shawn constantly reminds me not to skip meals. I know I’m sick, but it gets so annoying sometimes. I know my body, and I know what I’m feeling.”

“Okay, hang on,” Callie said, holding up a hand to stop her. “You refer to yourself as sick?”

Annalise had to think about it. It came out of her mouth, but she never really processed that she was saying it. “Yeah. That’s how my parents always put it since it all started, I guess I picked it up from them.”

“Well, I - and I’m sure plenty of other people - don’t see you as sick. You were in the hospital, you had surgery, and now you’re fine. Ann, if you keep referring to yourself as a sick person, it will have an impact on your mental wellbeing. You are not sick, you have a chronic sickness.”

For some reason, that hit in the very center of Annalise’s chest. If she was cracked from the Instagram photos, then this practically burst the dam. She nodded, processing Callie’s words, but one part stuck out to her.

“I am fine now. It wasn’t a life threatening case, anyway.”

“Well, you did bleed internally after the first surgery,” Callie corrected. “And you had an infection on the incisions after. That’s not nothing. That’s very dangerous, and life threatening.”

“But it wasn’t that bad. They caught it in time, and I don’t even remember what it felt like. Besides, it’s not like I have cancer or anything.” Annalise paused and looked down. “Everything went fine, despite the infections and near death. I’m back to doing what I did before, but I feel… I didn’t die, but it feels like a part of me did.”

Callie now wrote on her clipboard, her pen scribbling being the only sound in the room. Then, she trailed her green eyes over to Annalise. “And it’s okay to feel that way. Putting your life in the hands of anyone, including medical professionals, makes you very vulnerable as it is. Adding surgery to that only adds to the vulnerability, not to mention it is invasive and can be quite traumatizing.”

“Helpless and dependent too,” Annalise added, picking at her nails. “Practically useless.”

“Let’s not say useless, okay? You needed help. You were recovering for surgery, it was for your own wellbeing.”

She shrugged, not exactly agreeing with that statement despite the truth in it. “I just don’t like depending on people.The nurses always pushed me to move on my own without disturbing the incisions, but I could never bring myself to do it. I knew I had to so I could properly heal, but I felt so lazy and weak. I felt like a sack of potatoes, having to be physically moved everywhere.”

There were times Callie would react to things her clients said. This was one of those times. She chuckled and raised her eyebrows. “A sack of potatoes?”

Annalise smiled timidly. “Yeah…”

That settled the homework Annalise was left with. She had to cut the harmful words out of her vocabulary. She was not useless. She was not lazy. She was most certainly not a sack of potatoes.

She felt okay during the session, but as soon as she was back in her car, Annalise felt the weight slam on her chest. As she drove back to campus, she started to remember things that she didn’t even know were in her head. She noticed the difference in a nurse who worked in the day versus the night. One was much perkier than the other. She never saw the same nurse twice during the entire stay. She couldn’t even count the amount of people who lifted up her gown to examine the incisions, much less the people who actually asked if they could expose her like that.

Heart pounding, Annalise moved a shaking hand towards the radio, turning up the volume and letting the sounds of 5SOS soothe her anxious state.

Today wasn’t supposed to be spent alone in the apartment, serenading a cat. Shawn loved Henry to bits and pieces, but this wasn’t the lady he was supposed to be spending time with. He appreciated that she didn’t run when he sang. Or shit all over his romantic gesture. She did shit right next to her litter box, though, and that was annoying to deal with.

“I can’t see one thing wrong between the both of us…” he trailed off, strumming his guitar. Then he sighed; That line didn’t age well.

Henry tilted her round head at the sound of the guitar. It was entertaining to watch, but not enough to make Shawn laugh or even smile. She jumped down from the top of the couch cushion and down to the carpet, stretching her limbs before scurrying over to the condo. Shawn watched her and then let his head fall back to the arm of the couch. He strummed an entirely different song.

“Beggin’ to hear your voice… tell me you love me too…”

He nearly fell off the couch when his phone went off, going from zero to one hundred in less than a second. He was still on the waiting game with both work and the live lounge, and the possibility of either of these places calling him back was enough to make him chuck his guitar across the room. He didn’t, though, he just hastily set it down as he answered the phone call without even looking at the ID.

He really should have. Let’s just say, Shawn was George O’Malley, and the voice on the other line was a fucking bus.

“Shawn?”

“Ann?”

A small pause. Then, she spoke very fast, before Shawn could even process what the fuck was happening. “I know we’re supposed to be fighting or not talking to each other, I know I’m supposed to be mad at you - and I still am - but, uh… I… I’m - can we call a truce? Just for an hour or two?”

He almost said yes in a heartbeat, but he caught himself. “What do you mean by truce? What’ll happen during those hours?”

Ann’s hesitation meant that she knew he was talking about the previous check ins. “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just… something’s kind of happening, and I don’t think I can deal with it by myself.”

“You need to be more specific. What’s going on?”

“I’m in pain. Physical pain.”

Now it was Shawn’s turn to stay quiet. “Oh…”

Needless to say, Ann came over. For once, she was in sweatpants instead of her pajama bottoms. She also had on a black hoodie with the words “Positive Mental Attitude” on the sleeves. Her long, dark hair was down but very unkempt, and her olive skin was looking paler than normal.

The first thing Shawn did was feel her forehead for a fever. Ann made a small noise at the gesture, her brows furrowing.

“Sorry,” he said, taking his hands away. “I was just checking.”

She sighed as she let herself into the living room. “You remind me of my mother more and more every day. Not even a hello, just straight with the touching and worrying.”

Shawn resisted rolling his eyes. Didn’t she understand he did that because he cares? “How come you didn’t just go straight to the doctor?”

“It’s not excruciating,” she replied. “It’s bothersome, and it’s definitely there. But it’s not keeping me from doing anything.”

“Is it the same pain as before? In your abdomen?”

Ann shook her head, growing a little timid. “It’s around my ovaries. Pelvic pain.”

“You period?”

“Already passed. I’ve been feeling this for two days.”

Shawn tried very hard not to flip out. He resisted the urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. She’s been in pain for a whole forty eight hours and she hasn’t done anything about it? This is exactly how it happened last time.

“So again,” he said, attempting to sound calm, “why don’t you just go to the doctor? Why are you here of all places?”

Ann had been looking at her hands the entire time. But when she locked her tired eyes with Shawn’s, he knew just how serious and important her next statement was.

“I can’t face the doctor alone.”

“You want me to go with you.” It wasn’t a question. Shawn was just able to pull the words out of her.

“Please?” she asked. “I know things are off right now but you’re the only one I can count on. You’re the only one who’s seen this side of me.”

Shawn would be lying if he said that didn’t tug on his heartstrings. Ann needs him, and she is admitting to that. But one thing stuck out in his mind; She had been asking a lot of him. She asked him for the separation, to be patient with her, and now this.

But it seems like Ann knows how to pull things out of him too. “You said you would make it up to me. This would help.”

Then again, when did she ever ask Shawn for help?

Ann insisted on driving, but Shawn dragged her into his Jeep. She navigated the way to her gyno, bouncing her legs on the way. That was when Shawn noticed that the serious faced, composed-by-nature girl was long gone. When did she lose that part of herself? That fundamental part of who she is seemed to fade away over the last few months, and Shawn was only now catching onto that? No wonder she was so angry at him all the time. It was a cry for help.

“What do you think it is?” he asked her. “The pain?”

“I don’t know. That’s what’s got me kinda worried,” she replied. “I’ve never felt this before. Google said they might be cysts that have to be surgically removed, so I stopped looking.”

Kinda worried? She was scared, scared to the point where she needed someone with her. Meaning, Shawn had to remain calm and collected, despite being worried himself.

“It’s probably nothing major,” he said, still managing to follow the voice from the Maps app on Ann’s phone. “They’ll prescribe you something, and you’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Shawn took a quick glance at her. She wasn’t exactly wrong. Nothing more was said until Shawn had pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. He shut off the engine and took off his seatbelt, properly turning to face Ann.

“Hey, look at me.”

Slowly, her head turned towards him, like she was hesitating. Shawn wanted to hold her hand or cup her cheek, but it was hard to tell what was allowed her.

“No matter what happens,” he told her, “you will be okay. You will come out of this.”

He stood by her as she spoke to the receptionist. He sat with her in the waiting room as she filled out three different forms on a clipboard. Shawn wondered how she wasn’t confused by any of the questions; He always needed his mom or dad with him at any appointment to help him.

The wait wasn’t long once Ann turned in the paperwork. A nurse called her back, and Ann gestured for Shawn to follow.

“How are you, Ms. Flores?” the nurse asked as she led them down a blank, white corridor.

“Swell,” she replied in a way that did not sound swell.

“Right in here.” She turned the corner and gestured to a small room. “We’re just going to take a little bit of blood. The physician will be right with you.”

Ann silently went and sat in the big chair next to the counter with all the blood taking tools. She sat back like it was second nature. Shawn merely stood against the back wall, unsure of what to do with himself. This room was clearly made for two people, and he wasn’t supposed to be one of them.

Finally, a woman in a white lab coat entered the room, putting on a pair of latex gloves. She smiled warmly. “Let’s get this show on the road! Now which one of you is Annalise Marie Flores?”

“I don’t have a middle name,” Ann told her, very much not on the same level as the perky medic.

She pointed at her. “That was a test to verify your name, and you passed! Now I just need you to verify your date of birth!”

“Twelve. Twenty seven. Ninety seven.” Still not amused, but Shawn was. The two different energies was almost comical.

The physician approached the counter as she got her tubes and needle ready as she continued speaking. “A fellow Capricorn. That’s the best sign. Except I was born on Christmas Eve so my birthday was always overlooked.”

Ann only nodded, visibly disinterested.

“So, which arm are you gonna let me poke?” the physician asked.

“Whichever has the best vein,” she simply replied.

It was like a script Ann had memorized. How many times had she done this in the past?

Shawn looked at the floor as soon as Ann was stuck with the needle. It was a good minute of listening to the physician hum to herself before she finally acknowledged Shawn.

“Here for moral support?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, keeping his eyes on his boots. “She asked me to come, I couldn’t say no.”

“Friendship goals, right there.”

He smiled, despite the pang of annoyance that struck his chest. Was the rift between them that obvious?

“Alright, let’s get a look at your battle wound.” She wrapped up Ann’s arm in cotton and gauze. “So, your results will be ready in a few minutes, and I’ll be back to go over them and see where to go from there!”

“Okay,” was all Ann had to say.

“Thank you,” Shawn told the lady before she left.

Ann let her head fall back against the chair as soon as they were alone. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. “I liked that lady, she was cool.”

Shawn chuckled. “Yeah, you guys acted like such best friends.”

“Well, at least she knows Capricorns are superior.”

“You act like you’ve never met a Leo.”

For the first time today, Ann cracked a smile. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I know your act of having your shit together is exactly that.”

Maybe astrology wasn’t all bullshit. Shawn wanted to say something to prove her wrong, but then he would be proving her point at the same time.

“Yeah, well…” he trailed off, making Ann grin even wider.

It was good to see that, so he let it slide.

Another few minutes went by and a different woman in a lab coat entered the room. It was a lady in her 30s, blonde hair, kind but professional face. Her presence made Ann visibly perk up.

“Hello, Ms. Flores,” the doctor said with a smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

"Dr. Pacini," Ann greeted. "I didn't think you would be here, I kind of came at the last minute."

"Well, I heard you were here, and I had a look at your blood test results." She stopped herself and placed her hands on her hips, acknowledging Shawn. "Is this the boyfriend you told me about?"

Ann nodded silently.

"Hi," Shawn greeted, holding his hand out. He couldn't ignore the tiny jump his heart did hearing that Ann talked about him.

"Nice to meet you," Dr. Pacini said, shaking his hand. Then she turned back to Ann. "So it's okay that he's in here while we discuss your results?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

The blood test showed that Ann's hormones were completely unbalanced, and apparently that wasn’t anything new. She was very high in testosterone, and that was when Shawn learned that women could actually produce that hormone. What was news to Ann was that she was also anemic and low in potassium. Then they discussed her irregular menstrual cycle (another thing Shawn didn’t know about), and more personal information was taken in. Ann really wanted Shawn here to witness this? She could barely talk about her day without thinking she was oversharing.

"Were there any changes with your birth control?" Dr. Pacini asked.

"I missed some doses when I was in the hospital," Ann replied, suddenly timid. “And a few doses after I was discharged.”

“How many exactly?”

She looked down and mumbled. “Three months…”

"And that is plenty of time for new cysts to form on your ovaries. So if it's alright with you, I'd like to do a pelvic exam and a vaginal ultrasound."

Shawn knew Ann so well that the split second pause meant that this is what she had been afraid of. He finally stepped towards the chair she was sitting in, silently letting her know he was there.

"It's entirely up to you," Dr. Pacini said, "but I strongly suggest it. It would give us the chance to rule out anything serious."

Ann nodded. "Um… do I have to make another appointment and come back another time?"

"No, we can get it all done today."

"Oh-kay, then."

Dr. Pacini led them out of the room and down the hallway. Ann looked at Shawn as they went, anything but masking composure. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked into a different observation room.

“So on a scale of one to ten, how intense is the pain?” Dr. Pacini asked.

“About a six,” Ann replied. “I can function, but I can’t ignore it.”

“Got it. So just strip from the waist down, lie down on the chair, and we’ll get started.”

Ann wanted Shawn to sit closer as she was examined, so he did. The only reason why this was weird was because Ann did not like being this vulnerable in front of anyone, even Shawn. That, and she was still apparently fuming from their last fight, yet something about all of this made her reach out to him in need. He played with her hair as he tried yet again to understand the way her mind works.

Dr. Pacini noticed the tiny gesture. “How long have you two been together?”

Not surprisingly, Ann didn’t say anything. She wouldn’t be the one to say they were together at a time like this, pelvic exam aside.

“One year today,” Shawn answered anyway.

“Well, congratulations.” Dr. Pacini smiled.

Ann looked at him, now distracted from what was going on downstairs. “One year?”

“Yeah. November seventh. Took you on a date to the coffee shop.”

“Didn’t think we’d spend our anniversary like this.”

He knew she meant that in more ways than one. Shawn didn’t think he would be here either, hanging onto the tiny thread Ann had provided. And to think he really thought about the idea of considering ending things permanently… He was a sucker for her.

“Okay, my dear,” Dr. Pacini said, sitting up straight. “Onto the ultrasound.”

“Anything weird down there?” Ann asked with a nervous chuckle.

“I did detect some bumps on your ovaries, so I need to get a better look at what exactly those are.” She held up a long, thin… thing. “Just like the pelvic exam, it’ll be uncomfortable but not painful.”

Shawn chose not to look directly at it for more than a second. He kept his eyes on Ann’s anxious face as the ultrasound began. He had so many questions: Was this her first vaginal ultrasound? How many times has she come to see Dr. Pacini in the past? How long was she on birth control? What reproductive disorder did she have that required her to take birth control? Why did they ever use condoms if she was already on birth control?

It took a bit longer to get the results for the ultrasound, making Ann stay hauntingly quiet as she got dressed again. Shawn really didn’t know what to say that wasn’t any of the questions circling his head. When Dr. Pacini came back with the results, she deemed that there were in fact, new cysts forming. However, it wasn’t severe or particularly harmful, so Ann was prescribed a new birth control along with progesterone.

“That’s it?” Ann asked in disbelief. “That’s all I need?”

“That’s it,” Dr. Pacini confirmed. “If the pain persists, or gets worse, then by all means come right back. But it’s quite unlikely given where your pain level is at now. Just give it a few days and remember to breathe.”

Ann took a deep breath. It wavered as she exhaled, making Shawn rub her back.

“See? You’re gonna be fine,” he told her reassuringly.

“As long as you take your pills,” Dr. Pacini said firmly. “These are what will keep your pain from coming back. The birth control will manage the PCOS and the progesterone will help shrink the cysts. You’re usually on top of this, Annalise, can I ask what happened in the last few months?”

She shrugged, clearing her throat. Shawn knew what that meant, and he debated answering for her.

“Being in the hospital didn’t do anything for my mental health, I think,” Ann spoke softly.

Dr. Pacini looked between her and Shawn. He nodded in confirmation, trying not to externally show how much his heart was aching. Of course, the doctor asked to elaborate, so Shawn explained the surgery, the almost-death, and the second surgery. It helped her understand, and it made Ann cry in the observation room.

“I see,” Dr. Pacini said as she nodded. “Post surgical depression is very common. Clinical depression on its own can cause you to not care for yourself the way I know you can. I can’t prescribe you anything because it’s not my area of expertise, but Annalise. Look at me.”

She wiped her face with her sleeve and sniffed, her puffy, reddened eyes meeting the doctor’s.

“You will come out of this.”

The silence was loud as Shawn and Ann left the clinic. Ann read the papers Dr. Pacini had given her over and over, brows scrunched in concentration. She only stopped to get back in the car and put on her seatbelt, clearly eager to get the hell out of here.

“You made it out okay,” Shawn gently told her.

“I still have to wait and see if the pain will go away,” she grumbled as she shoved the pages into her purse. “Just like last time.”

Shawn looked at her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Last time was different. I know you’re worried, but it doesn’t mean everything is going to repeat itself. Did you book an appointment with Callie?”

Ann was rubbing her hands together. “Yeah. I saw her last week and I’m going again tomorrow. That reminds me, I need to ask you something.”

“Anything.” Heart: racing.

Shifting in her seat, Ann sighed deeply. “Okay. I don’t expect you to remember, and it’s okay if you don’t, but do you know what antibiotics they gave me for the infection on my incisions?”

That wasn’t at all what Shawn was expecting. Then again, he had no idea what was happening with this girl lately. When did he ever?

He thought for a moment before answering. “I don’t know the name of it. I remember that it was so strong it made you nauseous. The nurses told you not to puke because then you’d be puking up the medicine. Then, they took you off your Prozac and birth control so you weren’t taking in so much at once. The priority was to control the infection.”

The memory was still heartbreaking. Ann, with her sunken eyes screwed shut, frequently wiggling her fingers and toes in an attempt to keep everything down. She didn’t want to be touched or even talked to. When that side effect wore off, it was time for another dose. It was probably torture for her. Shawn remembered telling her he was going to the cafeteria when in reality he just went to cry to his mom or dad over the phone in the bathroom.

Ann tilted her head in thought. “You remember all that?”

“You don’t?” Shawn asked. “You were like that for a good few days.”

The hand rubbing continued. “I guess it’s blocked out of my head because it was so traumatic. Anyway, I just wanted to know…” She inhaled shortly. “Because uh, Callie wanted to pinpoint um, when I stopped taking the Prozac…” She inhaled again, like she was out of breath.

Shawn noticed the sporadic movements and grew concerned. “You okay?”

Ann rapidly nodded her head, despite her short breathing. “Yeah, just… hospital talk. I, I don’t really like it but I have to talk about it. She, uh, she warned me. I’d get really - fuck - uh, the dam burst, basically.”

“It’s apart of the process.” Shawn nodded, remembering his own flood of tears when he did the work of therapy. “Hey, look at me.”

She shook her head, shoulders tense. Her voice came out low and shaky. “I can’t feel my hands.”

“Can I see?”

Her hand was trembling wildly as she shyly held it out to Shawn. He ran his thumb over her fingers, noticing her stubby chewed up nails and the tiniest speck of black polish on the index. Then, he squeezed the pressure point between her thumb and index.

Ann gasped and looked up at him.

“Felt that?” Shawn asked, and she nodded. “See, you’re okay. You’re a strong lady.”

“I’m a strong lady…”

He affectionately rubbed her hand in both of his, offering a smile. He figured it was best to distract from the scary feelings. “Remember what was happening a year ago? I took you out to that coffee shop.”

“I was nervous,” she mumbled.

“Me too. When I picked you up at your dorm, the first thing I noticed was your red eyeshadow and I thought… red is my new favorite color. I also noticed you didn’t wear the black lipstick, and I really hoped it meant that you were going to kiss me.”

Ann was already blushing from the anxiety attack, but she breathed out a tiny laugh. “I really wasn’t. The nude lip was because we were going to eat…”

“Well, I like to think that you wanted to kiss me. And you did in the end, even after you said you don’t kiss on the first date.” Shawn was tickling the palm of her hand now, running his fingers over every line.

“It was a ‘fuck it’ moment…” Ann was watching his fingers move, like it was helping her focus.

“It’s probably one of my favorite moments with you. Because then I got to know the most amazing, strongest, badass lady I’ve ever seen, and I got to call her mine.”

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