if anyone is interested in the current situation on Canadian Healthcare, it is 6:45 in the morning and I am in line for the 8:00 opening of the only walk-in clinic in the city, which takes no appointments, has only one doctor, is full by 8:30, and closes at 1pm.
There are two people ahead of me, and they brought folding chairs from home.
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Imagine Addison noticing Mark's feelings for you
It's the look on Mark's face that causes Addison to slow her walk as she's walking on the bridge. He's resting his arms against the railing, looking down at something on the first floor. He has an unconscious smile growing, tender and soft eyes gazing below to the first floor of the hospital as whatever he's watching has him practically radiating joy.
Addison might have first gotten to know Mark because he was Derek's best friend but she had gotten to know him and become close to him, close enough to call him a friend. There had been a rough patch because of what happened in New York but that didn't erase their history together. And it's because of that history that she knows that the look on his face means something.
She walked over to the side of the bridge, making sure that she was far away from Mark to not startle him out of his trance, before looking over the edge. Addison doesn't notice anything unusual at first as the hospital lobby looks like it does any other day. In the seating area were families fidgeting in their seats, picking at the armrests as they waited, desperate for any news on their loved ones. The nurses stations were buzzing with activity, some typing on the computer, some jotted down notes as they updated charts, and others were walking to different patients as they talked to doctors to update them on the patient's latest status. Doctors passed through, jogging to make their way to their operations or to patients who needed their attention.
With nothing catching her eyes, Addison looks to Mark again and carefully follows his eyesight to the last group in the lobby: the interns. The interns had split into smaller groups - Izzie and George were whispering to each other while you, Christina, and Alex were talking - as you all waited for Meredith. But it's not the whole group that Mark is staring at. No, the soft look in his eyes is directed at you.
Addison watches as his eyes follow your every move, as you gesture to the duo as you tell them about the surgery you assisted in - if she's interpreting your gestures correctly. She raises an eyebrow when she notices Mark's grip on the railing tightens slightly when Alex leans closer to your ear and whispers something to you. Neither one of them can hear what is being said but they can hear your reaction as you push Alex away while you throw your head back in a loud laugh.
Having seen enough to make her own deduction, Addison makes her way to Mark. He doesn't notice her presence as he continues to stare down at you.
"You've also changed."
Mark is startled out of gazing and turns his head to look at her. At his questioning look, she nudges her head toward you and his eyes dart over to you before meeting her gaze once more.
"You sleep with many people and flirt with even more, making it clear that there are no strings attached but," she gestures to you, "I can see the string here."
Mark gets off of the railing and shakes his head. "It's not like that. We're just—"
Addison gives him a look and Mark pauses, letting out a sigh. "I don't know what this is. It's different from what I've felt before but I don't know." He shakes his head. Even though he tries to stop himself, his eyes search for you once more and he watches you and the rest of the interns, now that Meredith has finally joined you all, make your way to the exit. He can't help the smile that shows when he sees you smiling as well.
A faint smile grows on Addison's face at the tender look on Mark's face appears once more. This is a different side to Mark, one that she never knew existed but is happy to see. "Change isn't a bad thing. You should embrace this feeling. It looks good on you."
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Gold Choco Cookie
So, I got bored and turned a DnD character I had in the backlogs of "in case my main dies use this sheet", into a Cookie run OC.
And I'm not gonna lie, I think he fits in nicely-
BIO BELOW CUT!
Some say he could rig a barter with the Devil himself and get away with it, others claim that he WAS the Devil himself...
And Gold Choco Cookie himself says that he’s just a handsome devil with knack in crafting magic items and had a refined taste for gold.
And yet rumors of the "Golden Smith" were often filled with wild and strange tales of a dealmaker with witch's blood molded into his very dough. The mad creator of destructive tools powerful enough to erase entire kingdoms from the history books in their own unique and TERRIBLE ways.
Shady sales of those very same, wonderfully terrible items that typically came with a hefty price that was not always in the gold he coveted.
And with a smarmy wit that was only matched by his insatiable greed, Gold Choco Cookie had been the poster boy of infamy all his life.
But, whilst those rumors weren't unfounded, you'd be surprised to find a rather quirky and passive little fellow. Instead of some large, intimidating demon given a doughy form... A hermit who's workshop seemed to never be in the same place twice.
Sure, he was unnerving with his almost permanent grin and limitless golden limbs that were kept hidden under his cloak. But, he has never seemed interested in partaking in violence personally... more just profiting off of it.
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