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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Sugar

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SWEET AF

Requested Could you do a Jack Dawkins imagine where Jack meets Y/n in a side street when taking a break from the hospital (and ykyk they both get to start liking each other). But then Jack consents for a kiss but she kinda gets all nervous cause she's never had a first kiss...

I smiled as I sat on the little stone wall my back against the metal posts watching the clouds roll on by for a while. I heard the door behind me and perked up, turning to see a familiar figure.

"Ohh Afternoon Dr Dawkins," I greeted with a smile,

"Oh, Afternoon Y/n. What were you doing out here?" he asked as he came down the stairs still shook his hands off from freshly washed them inside clearly just got done with something and just cleaned off his hands.

"Just on a breath, the scent of blood, bile and bodily fluid takes you after a while in there."

"Well you're not wrong." he chuckled and sat down beside me with a pleasant smile, "Prof likes it like that."

"Good for him, does he lack a nose? Mouth? and eyes?"

"He has them whether or not any of them work is highly debatable,"

"What about Sneed?"

"Ohh Sneed doesn't come down to the ward," He laughed, "Mr high and Mighty, Mr Fancy Britches, Mr don't Ether People. He thinks he is too good for the ward."

"what about you? Doesn't it bother you?"

"It bothers me, not much I can do about it, I clean it He'll fire me and put it back how it was in two days." He explained, "Besides, Sort of desensitized to much of it now."

"I imagine you likely are."

"You get used to it over time."

"I'm sure I will, what are you doing out here?"

"Ohh you know, just cut a guy's arm off. Felt like having a minute."

"That's fair," I nodded,

"I never imagined you wanting to work here."

"Becuase I'm a girl?"

"No, Becuase you're sweet."

"Shouldn't a nurse be sweet?"

"A nurse should be sweet, she should have a good bedside manner. But... You are too sweet."

"Too sweet?"

"You care about everyone, to a fault. In a hospital that's dangerous. Yes you want your nurses to care for patients be sweet and kind to them and it does always help if your nurse is sweet to you." he winked which made me blush, "But you're so sweet, that you care for everyone no matter anything else, you want to do what's for them. And yes that is a fantastic quality to have..." he explained,

"But?"

"But, You haven't been here that long, you're still new to nursing and what you will find out soon enough is that... you can't save everyone as much as we want to." he explained, "And yes believe me that takes time to get used to more than the smells, the sights, the blood. The first time you lose a patient it will never ever sit right with you. Every doctor, every Nurse, carries the weight of everyone they've lost..." he explained, "You can't blame yourself, but you do."

"You shouldn't blame yourself, Jack. One lost patient means that maybe ten more won't die the same way."

He smiled briefly, "That's a sweet way to look at it." he nodded,

"Well, I have a sweet way to look at most things," I smiled,

"You do, and you do a lot to help people, you are very kind and caring, and Very Very Sweet."

"I can always help Jack,"

"But it worries me."

"Why?"

"I worry, the first time you lose someone you'll never get over it I tell you that now as a twenty-eight-year-old surgeon who started training on a ship at fourteen. That first one never quite leaves you." he explained, "I worry that you're so sweet it'll change you."

"Change me?"

"But you're so sweet that... what's gonna happen when you have a patient you can't help. sometimes you can't help people. Sometimes there is nothing you can do but hold their hand and see them into the next life. Sometimes you have to sit and watch them die slowly and in agony staring into their eyes as their life leaves them knowing there is nothing you can do. You have to sit there and stare into the eyes of a child as they beg you for dead, knowing you can't do anything to help them. And you can't just sit back and think of them as bodies, they were people a person is below your fingers, with a life, dreams, hopes, a family." He explained, "How sweet will you be after all the things you'll witness here."

"I don't know," I answered,

"How sweet will you be if we save someone, some man from losing his arm, only to find out he'll go home and use that arm to abuse his wife? How sweet will you be saving a girl's life with a surgery that will make her infertile and telling her she'll never get the have children because of what you've done to save her? How sweet will you be watching someone walk out of the hospital refusing treatment knowing they will die without help but knowing you can't force them? A nurse needs a good bedside manner I will not deny but this work is cruel, harsh, and bitter. And I am afraid you will not be so sweet after a few weeks here."

"Would it be so bad if I wasn't so sweet anymore?"

"I think it would, I don't think the world should lose someone as sweet as you,"

"Maybe I'll still be sweet after all this, maybe all this horror will make me sweeter to see the world for what it is."

"That's a long shot."

"But not impossible."

"No... Not impossible."

"How do you stay so sweet?"

He chuckled, "You think I'm sweet?"

"You are to me."

"It's easy to be back to someone who's so sweet to start with." he smiled, and for a while, we just sat watching the clouds together, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course,"

"do you taste like sugar?"

"What?" I giggled,

"You're so sweet, I'm curious if you taste like sugar?"

I giggled and licked my hand, "I just taste soap."

He laughed at me, "Could I kiss you?"

"Hum?" I asked as I hadn't really been listening,

"Could I kiss you?"

"Why?"

"I wanna know if you taste like sugar or not?" he shrugged with a playful smile, "So? would you let me kiss you?"

"Ohhhh i uhhh I uuhhhh I ummmmm" I stuttered blushing bright red,

"Whats wrong?" he chuckled,

"I uhhh I'm just auhhh I uhhhhh" I nervously blushed,

"I'm sorry Y/n." He said, "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." He smiled, "It's perfectly fine, I shouldn't have asked anyway."

"No no! No, it's not that I'm uncomfortable I just uhh I'm sorry I..."

"What is it?" he asked seeming concerned,

"I've never kissed anyone before."

"What?" He chuckled,

"I've never been kissed before."

"Never?"

"No."

"Not ever?"

"No."

"In your whole life!"

"No..."

"Awww, You sweet little thing." he cooed,

"I uhhh I wouldn't mind kissing you."

"You wouldn't?"

"No,"

"Really, I'd be honoured to get to be the first one to kiss you."

"You would?"

"Of course, such an honour to be a girl's first kiss."

"Well, I would like you to kiss me."

"Then I'll happily kiss you," he smiled, he took my hand and gently kissed it, "Ohh your right very soapy."

"I washed my hands before I came out," I giggled,

"well they are very soft," he smiled as he stoked his thumb across my hand, he moved a little closer and fixed the hair behind my ear, and his hand stroked my cheek, He smiled and moved closer to the tip of his nose stroked my own "May I kiss you Y/n?"

"You May Jack..." I blushed,

He nodded and smiled before he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine, they were a little cracked but still very smooth, he tasted like oranges and had a metallic sting of blood, his skin smoothly smooth, the tip of his hair tickled my forehead a little his hand still stroked mine, I kissed back gently still a little taken back but I was on cloud nine so very thrilled and happy. He pulled back and smiled, he ran the tip of his nose across the bridge of mine and smiled widely,

"That was... Amazing..." I gasped,

He chuckled, "I'm glad you liked it, I did too. I must say for your first kiss you were very good." he nodded,

"Thank you," I blushed,

"And I can confirm, you do taste like sugar." he smiled,

I giggled a little "I do?"

"You do, My sweet little sugar Nurse."

"Awww," I blushed, "Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"May I kiss you?"

"You may," He smiled,

I was nervous but I moved closer and pressed my lips to his, he happily smiled and kissed me back. The two of us just sat for a while in the sweet sun kissing for what could have been hours I didn't care I never wanted this moment to end.

We pulled back as the door opened and we both glanced at the door to see Tim at the door, we both blushed a little to think we had been caught,

"Jack, Man's come in with a shattered foot."

"Coming," Jack nodded,

Tim headed in which left us alone again, and Jack smiled and offered his hand.

"You-"

"I need my sweet sugar nurse with me don't I?"

I giggled and took his hand, he stood us both up and gave my lips a final kiss before we rushed inside to deal with this.

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 2 months

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HEYY girl 💗 could I req a bam x fem reader where they’re enemies to lovers becuase y/n is just as reckless as he is?? Thank you 🫶

The Stuntgirl Rule

Bam breaks the one rule the crew all agreed on when they first added a girl to the group, which wouldn’t be as big of a deal if they didn’t hate each other. All this animosity builds and builds until Y/N finally figures out how to knock Bam down a peg.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

3.8k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, enemies to lovers, crude language, blood, snakes, misogyny, Madonna-Whore complex, injuries, hospitals, flirting, slut shaming, situationships

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’ve come to find out I really do love writing for enemies to lovers pairings :) More than that, I got to do a lot of research for this fic with psychological complexes, especially (as the tags indicate) the Madonna-Whore complex!! If you can’t tell by now, I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to writing XD I also experimented with making Bam a bit of an unreliable narrator in this one to wort of show his thought process better. I’ve been told my writing takes the asshole out of him but I’m pretty sure this fic put it right back in, so be warned! If you want an idea of the dynamic I was going for, the dynamic betwen Bam and Y/N reminded me a lot of this clip from the 2016 revival of the musical, Falsettos! Ah, my theater kid past…But thank you for the request and please keep sending more!!

Kneeling on the grass, you sat eye to eye with the King Cobra you somehow got a permit to film with. The whole “Kiss of Death” stunt got shuffled around to a couple of the other guys before it landed on you but hell, you couldn’t complain- dangerous shit was kinda your thing, and otherwise the next person in line would’ve been Bam and you knew exactly how that would turn out- the yelling, the laughing, the storming off set. All the guys stood around, looming over you with bated breaths as you slowly leaned over the snake, the hot Florida sun beating down on your skin as the air swam with anticipation. But as you were creeping in, right before your lips made contact with the Cobra’s forehead, the thing lunged at your neck. Everybody hooted and hollered as you grabbed the snake and lurched back in an act of quick reflexes, chuckling in surprise, but before you could crack some wise ass joke, your cockiness betrayed you and that smug grin on your face was wiped right off your face when you felt a pair of fangs sink into your wrist. “Agh! Fuck…” Yanking your hand back, you shook out the sting as you stumbled to your feet. Steve, who was serving as impromptu cameraman after Rick ‘refused any part in your dangerous bullshit’, focused the lense in on the blood that was tricking from your arm, “Shit…that’s gnarly, dude.” Though you probably should have been concerned for yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it looked as Johnny patted you on the back appreciatively, “That was great, Y/N!”

As you were getting walked to the medic tent, the only one who didn’t want any part in your little victory parade was Bam, still sitting half slumped back on set, glaring at you as you walked away. Big whoop, girl gets bit by snake. Last week he got on a teeter totter in the bullpen and you don’t see that on any headlines. Maybe he hated the way the guys talked and joked with you like you were one of them even though you joined the Jackass cast less than a month ago. On the other hand, maybe he was still pissed off by the very real but entirely unspoken ‘Don’t Fuck the Stuntgirl’ rule. Of course Bam brought that sorta thing up when you first joined because he’ll there’s a lot you can do once you’ve got a chick in your group, but Johnny quickly shut the idea now by saying since they wouldn’t screw any of the other guys in the crew, they’d be keeping their hands off of you. Keeps things from getting awkward when you gotta see eachother on Monday, you know? But since Bam’s running theory of you only having gotten on set after getting into Knoxville’s pants hadn’t been disproven, he wrote it off as him making the whole thing up to keep the pretty girl all to himself. Greedy asshole. Who was he to say what he could and couldn’t stick his dick into? God, he bet the whole crew was passing you around- behind trailers, in empty hotel rooms, or what about those porta-potties on set…Bam decided to stop thinking about that once some things got stirred in his mind he didn’t really want to think about too long.

Getting bandaged up in the medic tent, you hardly noticed when Bam walked in after everybody left, watching quietly and scanning you up and down from where he stood. He looked from the bruises on your knees Bam was sure he knew the source of, to your baggy clothes that always made you look like a guy with the way they sat on your body, to your hair that was unkempt and showed just how little you cared about your appearance in his eyes. You were the exact opposite of Bam’s type in women- that dark lipstick tight bootcut fantasy goth chick with a great ass that also wasn’t a bitch. Looking up from where you were bleeding through your gauze, you made eye contact with him nonchalantly, “What is it?” Bam’s eye twitched at the disinterested tone in your voice but he kept up the whole smug thing, “You cryin’?” The medic had to scoot out of the way as you leaned in towards him and squinted at the realization that Bam was getting that whole ‘hating you’ stick up his ass again. “Does it look like I’m crying?” Part of him wanted to see you cry. Bam’s eyes drifted back to your hair, thinking about how satisfying it would be to grab a handful of it and yank you to your feet with his lips pressed tight against your ear as he said every awful word he was too nice to say to your face- that he knew everything about nasty hoes like you worked, and while it was cute how quickly the guys took to you, he was getting pretty damn sick of it so it was time for you to get the hint and hit the road. But he didn’t.

The medic passed you a container of pills that you palmed and that’s when Bam got an idea, “That snake oughta be on antibiotics instead’a you.” Scoffing at his unoriginal joke, you cocked your head to the side, “Really? You think a little blood’s that nasty? Y’damn baby…” Outside the tent, there was no doubt amongst the guys that another one of your petty fights were starting and nobody was looking forward to it. Well, except you. You found the little bickering thing you had with him fun, especially with all the weak ass insults Bam threw at you. “I mean, anything that comes outta you’s nastier than whatever Steve-O’s got goin’ on in him- that guy’s a disease nest.” This was too easy. “Yeah, says the guy who let him tongue his ass wound...” Wait, you were at that party too- the one where Steve popped ecstasy and went around kissing everyone cause he ‘felt good’? Bam’s jaw clenched at the way you always had an answer to him- how dare you one up him. He jabbed a finger at your chest, “Oh, don’t talk that shit. You wouldn’t even have the balls to get branded in the first place!” Unable to help yourself from cracking a smile, your giddiness was apparent in your voice, “I got more balls than you do.” As much as you hated how much of a little bitch he could be, you always thought the back and forth thing you had between him wasn't ever that serious (a contrast to the way Bam viewed it). Delight filled you as he stormed out of the flap of the white medical tent, blushing and emasculated and- while he would never admit this, kind of turned on by the angry banter like it was some kinda foreplay.

You needed soap. That’s how it started- after shooting one day, you went back to the hotel and noticed halfway through your shower that the room service lady forgot to leave any of those tiny complimentary soaps. Groaning, you got out of the comfortable, warm, sorely needed shower and put on a towel, thinking you could go next door and get some from the guys. It’s not like you hadn’t seen them naked before, so them seeing you in a towel was no big deal. Water dripped off of your legs as you walked out into the hallway, pushing open the door to their room which was left unlocked. From what you could tell, they had gone to the hotel bar promptly after filming, so you didn’t bother to announce your presence as you walked in. However, you had one major oversight in this- Bam, who you didn’t notice from where he was sitting on one of the beds on the near side of the room. Now, you and him could have gone on just hating and fucking with each other and everything would’ve been fine, but this one incident would change it.

From where he sat on the bed, Bam silently watched as you walked around like you owned the place, softly humming to yourself as you rummaged through their shower- through his shower, the towel you wore riding up dangerously high on the backs of your thighs, skin still glistening wet as you bent over, nabbing a few little bottles of shampoo and conditioner. He glared at you with contempt through your reflection in the mirror. You’d probably do this even if the whole crew was here, wouldn’t you? Just stroll on in, nearly naked, parading yourself around in front of all those dudes like it was nothing. Shameless. He knew better than anything what that kinda porno logic setup would devolve into. Wait- christ, was he…? Oh, oh yeah. Yep. Bam couldn’t believe himself- he was actually getting hard. More than that, you had no clue he was there in the first place even as you turned to leave, and you wouldn’t have noticed him at all if he didn’t stand up to catch your attention. “What’re you doin’?” Turning around, you met Bam’s gaze, maybe six inches away from his body as you held up your towel with one hand and presented him your spoils in the other, “I’m getting soap…?” Unceremoniously plucking one of the bottles from your hands, he squinted at you like he was accusing you of something, “So you think y’can just waltz on in here and take my shit whenever you feel like it?”

Looking around at the empty room, you got an idea to really get under his skin. You know how Bam uses his little rich boy MTV paycheck to get whatever he wants? Well your pockets may not be lined as generously but you still found a way. Taking a step forward, you pressed your body right up against his, the same way you saw all those flirty girls do to him at the bar, letting your towel slip down a little as your voice dropped into a teasing coo, trying to provoke him, “Aww, what’s the matter? You don’t like sharing?” While you were referring to the soap, Bam took it as a double entendre and thought there was no way you didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking- what with the way your chest was squished tight against his torso or how you were practically straddling his thigh in, and this is important here, only a towel. In your eyes, this was the same as any other day you were going back and forth on set, but Bam, oh. He could feel the surge of hormones in his bloodstream as his breath caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The way your body was curving against his nearly made him forget about why he hated you so much. Snapping back to reality, he couldn't tell if this was anger or lust that made him speechless, but it was probably a mix of the two. Leaning in closer, you pressed your lips close to your ear, his very obvious state of arousal only fueling your teasing as you words fell slow, melodically from your lips as you enunciated, trying to keep yourself from laughing and fucking it all up. “I’m gonna take this soap back to my room, and I am going to rub it over every inch of my wet. Naked. Body- and you are gonna do nothing about it. So, uh…” Reaching out with a grin, you grabbed the bottle back from Bam’s frozen hand. Now, logic would dictate that this is right about when the two of you would say fuck it and start going at eachother, but that’s not what you had in mind. “Thanks!” Slipping out the door and shutting it loudly, you left him standing there- unable to respond, entirely conflicted, and hard. Fuck.

Why was this happening? He was Bam Margera- Bam fucking Margera- he could have hordes of playboy bunnies folowing him arround wherever he want and fawning over him like their lives depended on it, but noooo. He had to fall for the gross chick he worked with. Perfectly fine, well-adjusted (debatable) women literally threw themselves at his feet on a day to day basis, and the one he’s got his eye set on? Yeah, last week she was doing lines of Tabasco sauce with Steve-O off the table at Denny’s cause they got bored waiting for their food. What a catch. He didn’t even want to meet up with the guys to go pick up chicks at the bar anymore- you know, the civilized kind that wore makeup and shoes you couldn’t skateboard in. And you didn’t even want him the way those girls wanted him- you were messing with his head like some succubus. Very quietly, he sat back down in the bed and thought about some things.

Bam was having a hard time letting everything that was happening with you go- that’s not the kind of guy he is, you know? Too many big feelings in a small package gotta go somewhere. So when he showed up on set the next day, hyped up to do that stunt where he was set to get shot by a riot control shotgun wearing nothing but a leather jacket for protection, his emotions were not in any way subdued when he caught word that Knoxville gave the stunt to you. “Dude!” Storming up to confront him, Bam pulled the asshole away from whatever conversation he was having with Jeff, “I mean, seriously? You got Y/N to do the stunt and not me?” Sticking his hands up in a mercy gesture, Johnny stammered but managed to explain himself, “I’m just sayin, man- It’d work better for her! You know- you have your skating stuff, she’s got the dangerous stuff! You could always watch from the sidelines…” Yeah, real nice save there, Knoxville. Bam hated whenever you did stunts- not because he didn’t like that you were equally as reckless as him, no way- it’s just that he thought chicks shouldn’t be doing dangerous shit, and you were always there to throw yourself in harm's way, and that annoyed him. You were standing off to the side, joking around with Chris and Steve when you felt someone suddenly grab your shoulder from behind and roughly spin you around to face him, “You know, I had some fuckin’ ideas about you, Y/N, but this really takes the cake.” Grimacing, you stood eye to eye with Bam, a little too close to his body to be comfortable. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bam took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he got ready to say what had been eating away at him for weeks. His voice was tense as he nearly growled, “You’re fuckin’ Knoxville.” What?

“Wait, I’m fucking Knoxville?” You certainly were not, but your mind put two and two together lightning fast, tracing his train of thought. It was like a switch flipped in you as rage curled up in your stomach, springing out of your mouth in words that dripped with venom, “Oh, please! You’re probably takin’ it up the ass from all of ‘em!” It was only natural that you would deny it- I mean, it’s kinda taboo for people to admit that they’re sleeping with their boss. But Bam couldn’t summon the words he needed to use to defend himself from what you claimed, so he said the only words his anger-fried brain could come up with, “Fuck you!” Flashing a grin, you got all in his personal space as your voice went from anger to condescension, “Oh, you wish.” Back to the snarky shit with this woman. Okay, maybe he did, but that was none of your business. Bam pressed his lips together as he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, and he couldn’t tell if he was getting flustered from the way you were challenging him or how correct what you were insinuating was. The fact that your lips were nearly touching his wasn't helping either. Taking advantage of your close proximity, Bam quickly reached out and snatched the shotgun from where you were gripping it and dashed off.

Oh, you said Bam had no balls? Yeah, he’s got more balls than the tri-state lottery, bitch. Shoving the gun into Ryan’s hands, he didn’t even notice when Rick started filming from where he was setting up the camera for the stunt you were supposed to do. Stepping back, Bam smacked his own chest twice in a challenging gesture, looking at his best friend but saying words he wanted to say to you, “C’mon, man. Hit me. Do it!” Knowing better than anyone the way he could get into these kinds of moods, Ryan knew the only way to talk him down was to go along with whatever stupid plan he had in mind. Groaning, he steadied the sight on where Bam was standing, aiming for his stomach where it would result in the least damage, and pressed his finger against the trigger. This loud, sickening whip cracking sound made everyone on set jump. The man on the other end of the barrel doubled over with this noise you only hear out of dying animals, falling to the ground with a thump as every ounce of air wooshed out of his lungs in a second. It was the way Bam looked like roadkill with how he curled up on the ground, not making a sound or movement, that made you feel a shred bad for him for the very first time. Looking around, you were the first person to call out, “…Medic?”

Internal bleeding they said. Three broken ribs on account of Dunn’s stellar marksmanship and a gnarly bruise, or so you heard from when the guys gathered around his bedside and were all gasps and oohs after Bam pulled down the sheets in when Steve asked to take a look at it. But after everyone was done grimacing and telling him how awesome the footage would turn out, they flooded out the door and the only person who remained was you, smugly sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs as Bam lay across from you in his bed, hooked up to electrodes and shit like they do in movies. But there was something different in your eyes as you got up to his bedside- not so much your usual loathing towards him, but more so fascination. Bam got knocked down a peg, and you were satisfied knowing his ego was bruised alongside those abs of his he so loved to flaunt.

Bam’s words came out in a weak mumble as he looked up at you, “What d’you want?” As much as he tried to appear all tough and be a big angry man, you couldn’t help but find the sight of him laying back with his hair a little messy and that glossy look in his eyes from the epidural kinda cute with how vulnerable he was. He couldn’t make fun of you when he was at your mercy like this, what with not being able to even sit up on his own, much less fight or come up with any worthwhile insults. With one finger, you pointed down to the swollen, dark purple mark on Bam’s pale skin, lit up from the light flooding in the window. You nearly snickered, “I wanna touch it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bam scoffed at your suggestion, “Fine, whatever….It doesn’t even hurt- oh, fuck!“ Recoiling when you poked the tender bruise, Bam nearly let out a whimper as he winced, pain shooting through his chest. Letting out a breathy groan, he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, “Don’t- don’t do that…” Part of you wanted to laugh at him, call him a pussy, and go find out wherever the other guys were headed, but another part of you, maybe one you went too eager to own up to, couldn’t deny that he looked kind of pretty when he got fucked up, all fragile and defeated. Like it activated something primal in you, this unconscious attraction towards broken things. You came to the realization that, when that mouth and that attitude of his wasn’t fucking it up, he was pretty hot.

The thing is, both of you liked each other, but neither were too eager to jump at that whole romcom style ‘confessing your feelings’ thing, so for the next few weeks, you tried to keep up the whole hating each other charade. Like when you and him were on the mini-ramp Chris hauled to set with his truck to give you something to do in between filming, and Bam just kept messing up whatever trick he was intent on doing that day. Up he’d go, then down to the plywood with a slam that left him a shiny new bruise- back and forth. “Y’know, it’s a lot easier to do tricks once you’ve learned to stay on your board.” You taunted, kicking up your board to stand on the one side of the ramp. But as he was about to reply with some smart ass response, Bam nailed whatever stupidly over complicated thing he was attempting. “Hahaha! Yes!” Popping his board up with one foot and, turning to you with a triumphant grin, he did one of those victory crotch grabs. “Suck it!” Ignoring the fact that, given the right circumstances, you probably would’ve taken him up on that offer, you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down in a way you hoped looked sarcastic as you spat, “Yeah, in your dreams.” Still, while the venom in your words was still there, it was dulled in a way, like a swallowing a spoonful of sugar after bitter medicine. “Oh, I’d rather rip my dick off and shove it up my ass before I let you suck it!” Bam had the same shitty comebacks as ever.

And the fact that you two were phoning it in wasn’t lost in the slightest on the rest of the guys. They’d try to drop hints to Bam and say that if he’s got the hots for you that it’d be a good idea to try not being an asshole for once, but he’d just laugh them off and tell them that that’s what chicks like nowadays- assholes. But they had no clue. All anyone else knew was that the seemingly boiling hatred you had for each other had melted into a mere simmer, practically friendly banter. Maybe Bam didn’t hit the mark when he said you were fucking the whole crew, but was right about you being shameless, as he would come to find out a few weeks into whatver the two of you had going on. But now, he wasn't one to complain when you pulled him behind a trailer on set, or into an empty hotel room- hell, even into one of those porta-potties on set. Honestly, it was just like how he imagined.

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the-phantom-author · 5 months

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Can you please write about getting back together with Hasan? Like the breakup was recent and the reasoning was stupid

So I can definitely see something to do with a build up of stress that's going on in both of your lives, you feeling like he's not really spending time with you, and him getting into to much of an argument headset and saying something he regrets.

Like, you mention that you feel like he's not really spending time with you; between his work, going to the gym, doing things for his friends, and how often he's out playing basketball, you feel a bit abandoned. Hasan, who is incredibly stressed, takes this the wrong way and starts an argument with you, during which he says something that he does not mean and regrets even thinking about saying. You leave, you tell him that the relationship is over and to not contact you.

For the next week, week and a half, you are struggling. You can barley get yourself to work, you're not eating, or drinking anything. You're not answering the messages that you're friends are leaving and you're not picking up the phone when you're friends call. Eventually though you realize that you have to get food, everything you have has either gone bad or expired.

So you drive to the store, still not having ate or drank much of anything. Half way through you shopping you pass out.

Turns out you sprained your ankle, probably test are still being done to figure out exactly what's wrong, but you foot is in a cast and your emergency contact has been called. And as your emergency contact runs into the room, you realize that over the past 10-12 days you've not changed it from Hasan to literally anybody else you know.

It doesn't matter that you've already been here for an hour, they refuse to let you go before the results get back, so you doomed to sit in the hospital room, with your ex. Who you just broke up with. In uncomfortable silence, for the first since you meet him. He's the one who starts talking to you, he goes to apologize, becuase what he said was shitty and you don't deserve that kind of treatment. The conversation kinda spirals, you find out that he ended stream to be there, he finds out that you haven't talked to you're friends about anything.

Once you get released, with a cast and being told that you'll need bed rest, elevation and ice until you can comfortably walk on crutches. He takes you out to his car, your's still being in the store parking lot, and the two of decide that he'll take help you heal.

Over the next 3-4 weeks he waits on you hand and foot until you ankle is better and you can walk. This time period also serves as the time you two take to talk about the argument, why it happened, what went so wrong, how to avoid it happening again.

#i dont know how to end this #so *shrug*#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader

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ay-chuu · 2 years

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Bsd prom number 4 for dazai

Fem reader

we knitting for him

Prompt 4: "Are you knitting something for me?"

Warning: Kind of readers past ig?

Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader

Life is like knitting patterns. It reflects people's troubles, but none of them is the same as another. Even if the topic is the same as the others.

You were always an unknown sweet enigma in his eyes. When you first came to the company, Kunikida warned Dazai that you were a very quiet person. Of course, Dazai didn't wear it, and he tried all kinds of methods to make you laugh. And you, after gliding him to a quiet look, would just continue to do your job. You liked to knit. That's all Dazai found out about you that day, because all you did was knit and fill out a report.

Dazai, for some reason, likened this version of you to himself.

Perhaps it was because it was a very beautiful pattern that summed up the discussion of the personality of the person reflected by the personality of his inner voice.

Knitting your love takes effort.

Your first moment of intimacy was when Dazai tried to commit suicide. Of course, when he gets hurt, he calls everyone in the company. "Oh how wonderful for you!" To get these answers. Ironic.

But you answered. Of course, Dazai thought you wouldn't come because you hung up on him without saying anything. Until you stepped inside his bathroom.

At first, there was just a funny look between the two of you. Then you quietly asked him, "How did you manage to tie yourself to the edge of the bathtub?" you asked. He just shrugged with a smile.

After you got him out of the bathtub, you took him to his bedroom and waited for to change his clothes. Dazai wondered how you got into his house when he was changing his clothes. Were you good at door locks like him?

Oh, that's a good topic to start a conversation.

When he came out of his room and saw you knitting again in his living room, that was the first question he asked.

"How did you open the door?"

"I don't know. How long did you have to wait there to die of hypothermia?"

"15 Minutes in sufficient cold."

And then you looked at him. It was a quiet look.

"You didn't even bring it to coldness enough, did you?" And the answer surprised even Dazai himself. “Yes." When silence fell between the two of you again, Dazai sat down next to you. And you quietly took a wire buckle out of your bag and put it on his lap.

"Large wire clasps are a beautiful tool for rescuing people who are prisoners of organ mafias in underground hospitals. If you know your tactics, of course."

Dazai was sure that there was information that he would be shocked if you told him at a normal time, but in that atmosphere the atmosphere that you created he just wanted to be moderate and quiet and join you. “Yes. If the door locks are encrypted, the password will help to disassemble the device. Also in simple multilevel locks."

"Why do you want to commit suicide?"you said, stopping knitting and looking away from his eyes. You were upset. "I don't know, how do you want to live?" Dazai said, gently placing his hand on top of your hand.

You put your hand in his and turned your head to look into his eyes. "Living is… beautiful under the necessary conditions." and with a smile added. "It's nice with the right loops."

And Dazai sensed the bond that would form between the two of you while you were giggling.

Because no love is like another model of love while knitting.

The most beautiful thing to knit is to, knit for a person who is worth knitting. Becuase we always knit our feelings. Bad or good,for love or hate.

About 6 months after the two of you started hanging out more after that day, Dazai asked you out on a date. Although it's a strange phrase for a "Confession" -like 'When I'm with you, I want to live.'- it was the sweetest moment between the two of you.

Although Dazai is known for his behavior towards women, since you have understood his nature when he loves people, he has behaved differently than anyone else, let alone show you one of these behaviors.

Dazai was in love with a lot of things about you. Your mind, your feelings, those skillful hands that knits your love… and the list was getting longer.

You told him you always thought knitting was like therapy. "I weave my life, stress, sadness and love with threads." you said so.

Since you've really been thinking a lot about the new thing you're going to knit in these days. You were constantly messing with your head, as if it were a vital matter." Of course Dazai just said to you, "Let your feelings knit, my love!" even if he says -which is usually enough motivation for you to start knitting something new.- you were just thinking more. And it made Dazai curious.

And finally, you started knitting today. You were looking at a big model in front of you. When Dazai was looking at the knitted model in the book, he realized that it was a bandage. Wait- bandage?

"Are you knitting something for me?" he asked you curiously.

Looking at him with a sweet smile and a flushed cheek,you shook your head. "I'm knitting our love, my dear, your neck is very cold in winter. You'll feel better when you wrap this bandage." you said, smiling as you continued knitting.

When Dazai was standing, he felt his knees tremble and his heart quicken. "You were knitting your love". You were accepting his love. You cared about his love. Ah, Dazai is happy! Seriously!

That's why he just smiled as he quickly sat down next to you and smothered you in kisses. "Thanks, my love… I will keep this gift for the rest of my life…"

And you knew he would. Dazai didn't lie about deals. Oh, in fact, Dazai would never lie to you.

That's why when he pulled you into his lap and leaned against him, you raised your head and kissed him. While you were both enjoying the kiss, your love was knitting a new loop.

Dazai was the most worthy person to knit for your love.

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd dazai x reader #dazai fluff #lmao #i sometimes question myself #by.aychu #dazai scenario #dazai prompt

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duhragonball · 13 days

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Neon Genesis Evangelion 22

Are we...? Are we live? Can anyone read this?

Uh....... huh.

I think there's something wrong with the DVD player. Maybe if I take the disc out and put it back in again. Hold on.

Shoot. No good.

Uh, folks, I'm not sure what to say here. Might have to call this off until I can figure out what the trouble is.

"I was strangled to death in this building once."

"Shut your stupid robot mouth, you ugly little psycho!"

Oh, okay, there we go.

So uh, let me do some housekeeping first. An S2 is apparently some kind of organ in an Angel's anatomy, and the S2 Engine was NERV's attempt to duplicate this organ. They only managed to make one of these, which was supposed to be installed in Eva Unit 04 before it vanished along with NERV's Nevada Branch.

However, Eva Unit 01 scored a free S2 when it simply ate and absorbed the S2 organ from the 14th Angel. SEELE is concerned about this, becuase whatever playbook they're operating from didn't say anything about Evas running wild and getting upgrades without prior authorization. I believe this is one reason Eva Unit 01 is benched during this episode.

Also, the Eva series is named because it was created from Adam, the First Angel. "Eva", as in the Biblical Eve, who was created from one of Adam's ribs. So that's what that's about. So they're not the same as copies of Angels, or Angels themselves. I guess they're more like genetically engineered Angeloids or something?

NERV is still trying to get back to normal, more than a month after the battle with the 14th Angel. Repairs to Units 00 and 02 are still ongoing, but Asuka's synch scores have gone way down, probably due to the trauma of getting defeated so badly in the last battle. No one's really sure what to do about it, but if her performance keeps deteriorating, she'll get booted out of the program and replaced. With whom? Big Rigg Mahoney? The Dummy Plug? Maybe Suzuhara's ready to check out of the hospital.

Sorry, these goofs act like good pilots grow on trees, but Asuka's a college graduate or something and she's already on the brink of washing out. If she's cracking under the strain, maybe they should whip up some more Rei clones.

We get a few glimpses into Asuka's backstory, but it's kind of tough to make sense of it all. I think the upshot here is that her mother was a scientist who was eventually driven insane. She may have tried to kill Asuka? I guess she and Rei could bond over that........... forget I said anything.

Uh, she receives a phone call from her mother one night and talks to her in German, which is kind of weird because there's no subtitles, so for all I know the voice actress just kind of faked the whole thing. That might be appropriate since Asuka admits to Shinji that she just sort of goes through the motions on these routine calls, since it's not her real mother anyway.

Anyway, this would be a really bad time for another Angel to attack OH SHIT THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS

This is the one from the title logo, so you know it means business. The 15th Angel's special power is to stay way the hell up in space, where the Evas can't attack it.

Misato's plan is for Rei to fire a big-ass cannon at the Angel while Asuka serves as backup, but Asuka insists on taking the shot. Misato allows this, figuring that she might as well play into Asuka's boldness. Either she'll rise to the occasion and get back in her groove, or she'll fail miserably, and they'll never let her pilot an Eva again. Asuka herself seems to have figured that out on her own, so maybe she only asked for this chance just to get this settled once and for all. But before she can take her shot...

Oh, I'm sorry, the 15th Angel's special power is actually long-range telepathic assault. Yeah, this is pretty bad.

I thought this might resemble the sort of telepathic visions Shinji was having during the battle with the 12th Angel, or when he was absorbed by Eva Unit 01, but this seems much more intense and violent, and much less theraputic. I think it's reasonable to conclude that the 12th Angel was not trying to make telepathic contact with Shinji, or otherwise the 15th Angel would have a little more finesse to its attempt here.

Under different circumstances, I might consider that this might not be an attack at all, and the Angel is trying to communicate and just isn't doing a very good job because human minds are so alien to it. But Asuka screams bloody murder the entire time this is happening, and she repeatedly cries out that it's "raping" her mind. It's pretty difficult to sit through.

Rei tries to shoot down the Angel, but it's still too far away for their weapons to do any good, and Asuka's charts are...

I mean, I'm no doctor, but that can't be good.

Shinji begs his dad to let him go out in Unit 01, but what good would that do? I mean, what can he do that Rei isn't already trying in Unit 00? Besides, Gendo refuses to risk Unit 01 getting hit with this telepathic attack. Instead, he orders Rei to go downstairs to the room with Adam's corpse, and fetch the Lance of Longius.

Admiral Clownshoes tries to talk Gendo out of this, apparently because the Lance will be necessary later on, but Gendo sees no alternative. Misato points out that if Rei's Eva gets too close to Adam's corpse, it could set off Third Impact. That's what everyone was worried about a few episodes ago, but now it's treated like it's no big deal. So Misato realizes this was more NERV bullshit.

But it's worse than that. If Angels and Evas going near Adam can't trigger Third Impact, then that means Second Impact couldn't have been caused by Angels exploding. So that must have been a lie, just like the other lie about it being a meteor strike. So what the fuck caused Second Impact, then?

In any event, we've seen Rei carrying this big fork before, so apparently she just sticks it in Adam's body when she's not practicing with it. So Unit 00 can go down here and horse around with Adam all day and not trigger Third Impact.

As Rei prepares to strike, Clownshoes and Gendo continue to argue the merits of using the Lance. Gendo acts like the situation justifies using it early, and Clownshoes accuses him of looking for an excuse. Anyway, Rei chucks this thing into space like a javelin...

... And it kills the Angel in one hit. Goes right through it's AT shields, smooth as butter. The only downside is that now the Lance is stuck in orbit, and they have no practical means of retrieving it. I guess Rei put a little too much pepper on that throw.

Asuka is safe, but she's far from okay. For all the mental trauma she just endured, she seems far more upset about her wounded pride. Bad enough that Shinji had to save her last time, but now Rei had to bail her out, and that's apparently a new low as far as Asuka's concerned.

So yeah, things are going pretty bad for the NERV gang these days. At least Kaji's still dead. I mean, that's a win for me, at least.

Oh, look, in the next episode Rei's Eva gets possessed and corrupted by an Eva, and she wishes herself dead. So cheer up, Asuka. You can Rei can commiserate over this.

You know what, I'm just gonna see myself out...

#neon genesis evangelion #2024ngeliveblog #shinji ikari #gendo ikari #asuka langley soryu #rei ayanami #misato katsuragi #ritsuko akagi

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pbaintthetb · 8 months

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Since you're currently rewatching House... "I wish you would write a fic where" the MDZS crew are in a modern day AU and NHS drags NMJ to House because of his strange qi deviation symptoms :) Bonus points if Wen Qing is one of House's interns!

oooh very interesting idea. So, I took a stab and have about 2.5k of random segments (not chronological sorry) I did find the voices kind of hard to get

s1-3 era i guess if only because it's the original duckinglins + wen qing. It's also slightly unclear whether cultivation exists in this and if so whether people know about it or not but eh

If i do more segments, becuase i had some in mind I will reblog this and add on to it but I make zero promises. Not sure how many of the things you wanted I hit but I had fun spitballing, even if the House and WQ voice is hard

***

“I didn’t realise they let war criminals work in hospitals these days,” Mingjue comments, it’s meant to sound idle, but to Huaisang it sounds icey. He expects it sounds pretty damn icey to Wen Qing too.

“Good thing I’m not a war criminal then,” Wen Qing refutes with a tight smile, moving her stethoscope to Da-ge’s back. Mingjue humphs, Huaisang digs into his thigh with his key through his trouser pocket and wishes he didn’t have to be so responsible.

Not because he wants Xichen or A-Yao to be doing this (not necessarily at least) just… Huaisang had moved heaven and earth to be here and frankly he’d rather not. They haven’t met Dr House either yet… though from what Nie Huaisang had read that might actually be a good thing.

He looks at his brother and Wen Qing again, her face is in deep concentration, and Mingjue’s is furrowed in an expression that means discomfort of some kind. What kind, Huaisang doesn’t know. For all he prides himself as a brother, he’s no expert in reading the microexpressions.

And a lot has happened recently, a lot of things that could be causing discomfort in all kinds of ways.

Or maybe it’s even guilt for how he’s been acting. Huaisang wouldn’t know. His brother has been a growing stranger to him these past few months. And then last night…

Nie Huaisang looks at his brother in Wen Qing’s hands and thinks about maybe getting some air, maybe even going on a walk to the coma ward. But he can’t bear to leave his brother, and as he looks at Wen Qing, he feels- somewhat despondently- that she’s a lot stronger than he is.

But Nie Huaisang doesn’t want to be strong, Da-ge’s strong, Huaisang is persistent and weak. Which is why he’s dragged his brother here, despite all the complaining. He knows he’s only being humoured, and he knows why he’s being humoured.

But Huaisang will take a hundred burnt fans if it means a healthy Da-ge. Besides, a hundred burnt fans would still leave the nice one Jiang Cheng got him after they left that Gusu Summer camp a while back.

“How long have you been having these symptoms?” Wen Qing asks clinically, bringing Huaisang’s focus back into the room. He chides himself, what is the point of being here if he doesn’t pay the utmost attention?

***

“Don’t you wonder how your intern and Guangyao know each other?” the big guy demands. The way the big guy spits the name suggests some kind of history there. House is kind of interested, except he expects it’ll be pretty banal so, maybe not.

“I don’t know,” House drawls, twirling his cane, “She’s a renowned doctor, he’s an innovative music therapist, both working at hospitals in New Jersey- of course!” he gasps sarcastically, “Did they meet in a sex dungeon?” He tuts, shaking his head, “Naughty, naughty Qing. First Chase, now her- do you reckon she uses those needles for extra-curricular purposes?”

Just for good measure House throws in a leer. If he’s reading this guy right, wound up and uptight as he is, he’s about to lunge. Which means House can get him restrained. Which means House has a better chance of doing the tests he wants with the consent of the obviously confused, and obviously devoted little brother.

There’s a story there too… but House has no time for sob stories.

The big guy stares at him flatly.

“There’s no shame in sex, that would be a stupid reason for me to be angry at them.”

Interesting.

“Whoa! Who said anything about being angry?” House asks all mock confused, “I thought we were just discussing how they met?”

The patient gives him another side eye.

“You’re not half as slick as you think you are.” With that the guy settles back down in bed.

Which is just hurtful really. Also interesting. House doesn’t exactly think he’s trying to be slick, so it’s interesting that the patient thinks he is.

***

“Cuddy’s been hunting House all day to get him to do his clinic hours,” the blond doctor explains, probably to his colleagues, because they adopt matching expressions of complete comprehension.

“Oh really,” Da-ge hums, expression unimpressed, and he’s looking right at Huaisang. Huaisang gulps. “Sounds lik-”

Whatever it was that Da-ge was going to say shirking work sounded like (and Huaisang has really no idea!) is cut off by the sudden spew of blood from his mouth.

Sadly- and it really is, at this point Huaisang is kind of used to it so he’s not even-

He’s not even surprised.

He still screams and flinches though, crying and begging the doctors to do something.

And they do, running around, saying words just short of a yell that all sound very serious and complicated. So Nie Huaisang stops yelling, because nobody needs his words too.

***

Mingjue doesn’t like Dr. House because the man is a dick. It does not mean, however, that he doesn’t respect him. Dr House is honest, at least. Unlike some people. Dr House is honest about having no real regard for Mingjue, no respect for order or regulations, a purely academic understanding of morality and being a curmudgeony arse.

Nie Mingjue isn’t overly fond of Wen Qing either, though that’s less to do with her skills and her honour. Mingjue has faith in those because he’s experienced them first hand. He just doesn’t like her.

Plenty of people have done things they didn’t really like very much in circumstances they’d infinitely prefer to not be in. But there’s always a choice but Wen Qing had made hers, and Mingjue- well. What happened happened in the way it did.

House, Dr House is staring at him rather intently. Mingjue lets him, he’s used to being stared at. He hit six-foot when he was fourteen, and he’s six-four now with the breadth to match. And he’s used to being stared at because ever since their father died all the questions have been directed at him. And he’d certainly been stared at under Men- Jin Guangyao’s dark stare in that room wit-

Mingjue cuts off that train of thought, feeling his head pound. The Doctor is still staring at him, leaning forward.

“Your brother thinks you’re crazy, you know? Cuckoo, loo-loo, the whole works.”

Mingjue doesn’t say anything, his hands fist in the sheets. He knows. He knows Xichen thinks so too and that’s why nobody ever listens to anything he says. They look at him and see his father twenty years too soon.

But Huaisang didn’t drag him here to have his head looked at. Huaisang’s happy to defer to Xichen and the rat about that. Mingjue knows that, he knows that. He’s here because Huaisang sees their father twenty-years too soon and there’s been a countdown going off in his didi’s head since the first time he found the bloody tissues Mingjue had stuffed in the bin in an ill-thought out plan of hiding them.

Honestly though, how was he to suspect Huaisang would be looking in the rubbish, the little brat never did any tidying and now Mingjue is here when it’s all-

“Huh,” Dr House says thoughtfully, “You do know. Maybe you’re not crazy then, crazy’s not usually so self-aware.”

Mingjue’s not so sure. Their father had been self-aware enough between all the moments where he wasn’t to be horrified. Not that that horror had done much, locked into an endless battle with their father’s pride. He’s not sure how to word all of this to Dr House, and he’s not even sure if he wants to. So he doesn’t.

Mingjue’s here because Huaisang wants him to be here and Mingjue wants Huaisang to be safe. Mingjue’s proud, but not so proud as their father. If he lashes out here there’s a syringe of haldol waiting for him and orderlies to hold Huaisang back.

Mingjue would prefer not to be here, but if Huaisang won’t let him alone (and Mingjue knows his didi can’t) then this is the best place to be.

“Ignoring me won’t make me go away, you know,” the irritating doctor singsongs. It tempts Mingjue to try, even though he’s had years of a little brother and is very well acquainted with this fact.

***

“San-ge and Er-ge would never hurt Da-ge,” Huaisang objects, voice going high with his wail. They swore a brotherhood! Sure, things aren’t so good right now, but things aren’t always so good with Huaisang and Mingjue and neither would hurt the other.

The stupid Dr House just cocks his head. Wen Qing is standing a little behind him, face carefully blank.

“Very convincing. You convinced enough to stake your brother’s life on that?”

“I-” Huaisang starts, stops. Heart trembles. It feels like a betrayal. Saying no. Saying yes.

He looks at Wen Qing and thinks about the coma ward, three floors down, 2 corridors across.

“I wouldn’t stake my brother’s life on anything,” he refutes. Concession, admission, permission, whatever.

***

“I don’t know,” Foreman responds, “My brother and I? We were never like that.”

Chase is sprawled out in a chair, Cameron is the same but she’s doing a much better job of making it look elegant. Foreman is leaning forward with his elbows on the table, hands clasped.

And Wen Qing is standing there, like it’s her first day again, an outsider.

It’s this case, she knows the patient and she doesn’t know him and she- Well she doesn’t know much about Huaisang. But A-Ning had said enough things before that she’s just…

But as much as she doesn’t really know either of the brothers, she does know this.

“Both their mothers died in childbirth, and their father’s been dead for over a decade,” Wen Qing interjects, walking over to the coffee pot so she doesn’t have to look at them. She thought she’d buried this when she’d moved here. Except for A-Ning; she could never bury him, Wen Qing refuses.

“They’ve only got each other.” The pot’s empty and she scowls in disgust. “Siblings like that- they either can’t stand each other or they’d do anything for each other.” Maybe both. She doesn’t think of a certain little brother of her own, because she’s on the job right now and even as she’s always thinking of him she can’t.

“They’re half brothers?” Cameron asks, and Wen Qing won’t take this accusation.

“Yeah it’s in their history, I-”

“No- no,” Cameron waves her off, “It’s just- Huaisang seems so convinced as much as it’s like their father’s illness, it’s different- and Huaisang seems utterly unaffected. What if it’s something Mingjue got from his mother?”

“What, like a completely different condition that just mimics the one his father had?” Foreman snorts, kicking out his legs, “That’s likely.”

“Or maybe…” Chase starts like he’s had a thought, “It’s some kind of [interaction]. He got his father’s illness, and he’s got something from his mother that’s making it act like this.”

They all consider that for a moment.

“We need to tell House.” Wen Qing’s already walking out of the room.

***

“The mental symptoms!” House yells, “The guy’s got fucking PTSD- and nobody noticed, not even his supposedly so devoted brother.”

“But-”

“Oh jeez, if only there was a reason that the mental symptoms were so much more aggressive and and in flux than what they reported of his father- if only there were a doctor on my team who knew the patient, but-”

Wen Qing burns, she burns so hard she can’t even hear the insult to her character House is no doubt lumping out. She can’t talk about this, she can’t.

Meng Yao’s, or whatever he’s calling himself these days, has good fucking lawyers, and enough skills to have kept himself alive under her Uncle’s watchful eye for a year. Wen Qing had signed, and signed, and A-Ning’s upstairs and Meng Yao’s somewhere else and-

Mingjue is worth nothing compared to A-Ning, do no harm be damned. And not even Huaisang’s fury is enough of a motivation. She understand that fury, she understands it well, it burns inside her everyday her brother doesn’t wake up.

“I said,” Wen Qing hisses, aware of the stares of her fellow interns on her, and the genuine angry glare of House, “That I suspected he’d been through trauma recently- as did his brother!”

House does not look calmed in the slightest, he takes a step toward her.

“Well maybe next time use the word ‘torture’. It’s got a certain buzz that really makes it shine out as an alarm bell.”

Her ears ring, and ring. She can’t say anything, and if anyone else is speaking, she can’t hear it.

***

Wilson doesn’t know how he always ends up in House’s conference room dragged into a case that clearly isn’t cancer and therefore doesn’t need an Oncologist to consult. But, well, House is House (demanding bastard) and Wilson is Wilson (needy bitch) so maybe he does know.

The children as House would term them are all throwing out theories and Wilson is following along well enough to understand, but nothing’s sounding like cancer and House never hired Wilson so he’s not really giving out any theories.

That’s when the man walks in. Anybody unknown walking into Houses’ office can go a few ways, so Wilson preemptively prepares for something to be thrown. Except the guy’s just looking at Wilson.

“You have another doctor in your team?” the man asks House uncertainly, but he’s still looking obsessively at Wilson. It’s kind of weird.

“No, no, I’m just here as a consult,” Wilson explains politely, “Dr James Wilson.” He extends a hand.

The man- who’s kind of more of a kid takes it nervously, still staring at him.

“You’re an oncologist,” the unknown guy, who is probably related to House’s current patient in some way, states. Brother?

“Yeah I am,” Wilson chuckles awkwardly, mentally kicking himself. “How did you know that?” Because if he knew the patient knew he was an oncologist, he wouldn’t have said. Nobody likes hearing you’re an oncologist, unless you’re saying you’ll never see them again. And even then, sometimes they don’t like it.

“It’s on your door,” the brother of the patient says, still sounding uncertain. “Does this mean you think my brother has… uh- I mean, whatever it is that oncologists treat?” his voice has gone up at the end.

Mentally, Wilson is raising a brow, externally he is not. He is a professional and actually knows what the term ‘bedside manner’ means, unlike some people in this room.

House doesn’t raise a brow either, but that’s because House doesn’t believe in restricting yourself to non-verbal symbols of rude disbelief when words can be twice as insulting.

“Whatever oncologists treat,” House drawls mock sympathetic, the patient’s brother twitches with what could be embarrassment. “No, we don’t. Dr Wilson is just here to stare at Cameron’s ass. Or maybe Chase’s- who can tell them apart from behind?!”

Wilson looks to the ceiling for salvation while House guffaws and Chase and Cameron scowl.

The guy is still looking at Wilson, and taking pity, Wilson divulges.

“No, we don’t think he has cancer.”

The guy nods, not as if this is good news, but rather as if this is news he’s always known.

***

“Brother shops around for the best diagnostician he can find, but doesn’t even know what an oncologist is?” House shakes his head and helps himself to some of Wilson’s fries. Wilson offers a put-upon expression in return, but he hasn’t touched his drink so he’s probably not actually put upon. Besides, Wilson knows House is going to eat his food, if he wants it to stop happening he should stop buying it.

“So?” Wilson asks, playing his role of audience participation in their private one-man show as always. “I didn’t realise that your webpage had the definition of oncology on it- right underneath your name I suppose?.”

House shoots him a look for the snark. And the blatant missing of the obvious point.

“The first thing anybody does, when they google symptoms is find cancer,” House explains, Wilson nods, so maybe he gets it too now. Gets how weird it is- and House doesn’t like things that don’t make sense.

“Ok,” Wilson is still nodding and House takes some more fries while he’s distracted, “But isn’t he here because he thinks his brother has what their dad had? Which wasn’t cancer? So he doesn’t think it’s cancer, so doesn’t need an oncologist. He’s deadset on it being this one thing so he’s not looking at anything else.”

House shakes his head, he doesn’t know what it is or why it’s bothering him but it is.

“He’s here because he thinks it’s not operating like what their dad had, which is when worried younger siblings start running down the cancer route and looking for the best Oncologist they can find-” he shoots Wilson a significant look “-but he skips that altogether and brings his brother here- his sick brother who’s been sick for a while but only just agreed to come.”

It’s interesting, it’s a puzzle. House likes puzzles and he’d rather puzzle out what’s affecting the older brother right now, but a man can always multitask.

#mdzs #house md #crossover #nie bros #tumblr fic #fic #ask game #wip #very happy to talk further on this or answer questins about what other people are doing #other snippets i was interested in were house nad wq actually talking #one of the other ducklings trying to sus out nhs #jgy showing up and all the disaster that entails #nhs trying to get nmj away from jgy not becuase he has anything against jgy but #because he can see jgy makes his brother really uncomfortable and soz jgy we can only be friends when nmh isn;t around now #sibling issues #nhs is kinda very book dumb in this but he's reasonably perceptive and is activley upping his game becuase his brother is DYING #also a running theme is house being a brat to nmj #who doesn't like it per se but is well used to people hating work who want to get a rise out of him in order to get what they want akak nhs

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fire-for-you · 8 months

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well, look, that changed everything

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pairing - j. halpert x d. schrute

rating - gen. audiences (concussions, pre-relationship, bisexual jim, au - canon divergence, episode: s02e12 - the injury, fluff)

word count - 1,350

summary - "the injury" alt ending

a/n - wrote this in like 2 hours after watching the injury and seeing that couch moment. please enjoy! also I chose a daffodil for the symbol for this story becuase it symbols new beginnings

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“Finally, feel the... blood coursing through my foot veins,” Michael announced, twirling his wrapped foot.

Dwight slumped over, groaning.

Jim stood up quickly, walking over to the downed man. “Oh! Okay, I think we need to take him to the hospital, because... I’m pretty sure he has a concussion.” The salesman hoisted Dwight up, Angela at his shoulders.

“Oh, now you feel some compassion for him,” Michael said snarkily.

“He needs to go right now, and you’re his emergency contact. I think that you should go with him.” Angela retorted, steadying Dwight. The older man had his head in his hands, trying to keep it upright.

“Why don’t you go with him?”

“I, barely know him…”

“I want Michael to take me,” Dwight finally spoke, sounding out of it.

“I can’t take you, I don’t have my car.”

“Please?” Dwight interrupted.

“-And yours is all vomity.” Michael finished.

Meredith stepped up, offering, “You can take my van!”

“Oh, okay, that’s great. No, I can’t drive. Jim, why don’t you drive.”

“Fine.”

“We’ll go. I’m still recovering. So let’s just, Ryan, could you get my coat, please?”

Jim grabbed Dwight from his office chair, putting his arm over the taller’s shoulders. They walked toward the office door, Jim almost tripping them up. “Slowly, slowly. Let’s just get to the elevator.”

Dwight started making noise, what sounded like a helicopter.

“What are you doing? What, stop, stop.” Jim said as they started falling on the couch.

“Vietnam sounds.”

A single “stop” was all Jim got out before his lips met Dwight’s. The force of the Schrute sagging onto the couch pulled the younger in, and now their mouths were connected. Not long after, Dwight pulled away, closing his eyes, oblivious to what just happened. Jim blushed; his face turned a violent shade of red.

“Tired...”

It was the best kiss Jim ever had, but he had to worry about other things at the moment, tucking away the firm press of Dwight’s lips away for later.

“Just take a rake-”

Jim found the spray bottle, squirting the man.

“Wake up!”

“Ahh!” Dwight jolted, sitting up.

Pam came over, helping him stand. “Wait, here, let me help you, Dwight. Get up, get up.”

“Okay, Pam, thanks. You’re the best.”

“Yeah.”

“Keep him awake.” Jim reminded her.

“It smells like chicken soup.”

“I know.” They traveled out the door and to the elevator.

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“I know.”

“Where are we going?”

“I just want to say goodbye, okay?” Pam said, looking at the taller.

“I’ll be back, I mean…”

“Yes, I know, but it’s gonna be different.”

“Why?”

“It’s just... hard to explain,” Pam answered, shaking her head.

“Aw, Pam, you’re adorable.” He taps her nose, and she smiles.

“Oh, my goodness!” She backs up a little; Dwight is swaying.

He giggles as she pulls him in for a hug. “Come here.”

“Oh, huggy hugs.”

Michael pushes open the door, calling out, “Shotgun!”

Jim, face still pink but wearing off, asks, “You don’t think you should sit in the back with Dwight?”

Michael tsks.

To the doc crew...

“The rules of shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout “shotgun” when you’re within the sight of the car gets the front seat. That’s how the game’s played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion.”

On their way to the car, Michael says, sounding disgusted, “Oh, God, a mini-van. What is Meredith’s problem?”

“Well, I think she has a kid,” Jim responds, Dwight still leaning on him.

“Yeah, she has one kid, no husband. She’s not gonna find one driving this thing around.”

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks as Jim opens the side door.

“Come on, get inside.”

“Where are we going?” Dwight asks again, gazing off in the distance.

“We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese.”

“Chuck E. Cheese?” The camera swings to Michael. “Oh, God, I’m so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.”

“We’re going to the hospital, Michael,” Jim says as Dwight climbs into the van.

“I know, just sayin’.”

Michael turns around to Dwight, seeing a bottle in his hand. “Dwight, what are you drinking?”

“I found it under the seat.”

Jim looks into the overhead mirror, Dwight smelling the bottle in the reflection.

“Oh my God, Dwight, put that down.”

“I’m thirsty.”

Jim leans behind the seat, spraying Dwight in the face. “Give the bottle to Michael.”

Dwight protests, slinking away from the water.

“Give the bottle to Michael!” He sprays him again.

“I’m thirsty!”

“Give it to me,” Michael demands.

“No!”

“Dwight...” Michael faces Jim. “Just keep your eyes on the road. “Turning back to Dwight, he says, “Give me the bottle or you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me, I don’t work in this van!”

“Give it to me, Dwight.” He reaches back for it as Dwight takes a drink.

“No.”

“Give me the bottle!” Michael yells, still grasping for it.

Jim looks at the passenger seat. “Will you stop?”

“Gimme the bottle, Dwight!”

“Michael, stop.”

Dwight takes another sip, groaning.

“Just give it!”

Jim retakes the spray bottle, spraying Michaell first and then Dwight, both recoiling.

“Stop, stop it! Stop spraying!”

Dwight is whining in the backseat as Michael finally grasps the bottle.

“My eyes! My eyes!”

“Dwight, what is your middle name.”

“Danger.” The salesman responded, completely unfocused.

Michael sighs, thinking. “Something with a ‘K.’”

Jim answers for him, “It’s Kurt. Wow, I am so sad that I know that.”

“What do I write under ‘reason for visit’?”

“Concussion.” He rolled his eyes as Michael scribbled something out. “What did you write?”

Michael clears his throat. “Nothing. I wrote ‘bringing someone to the hospital.”

“So you thought they meant your reason for coming to the hospital.”

“No… you know what, Jim, this isn’t about me anymore. I made a miraculous recovery, which is more than I can say for him.” Michael said, motioning to Dwight, who was falling over onto Jim, eyes closed.

Jim sprayed as Dwight got too close to his shoulder. Dwight sat up immediately, saying, “Hi Michael!”

“Hi, Dwight.”

The phone rang, and Pam picked it up, saying her signature line, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.”

Jim responded, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Jim.”

“Oh my God, what is going on, is Dwight okay?”

“Uh-hmm, he should be fine, but, uh, they brought him in for a CAT scan.”

“I can’t believe he’s getting a CAT scan.”

“Michael went in there with him too. It’s pretty sweet.”

“Really? Michael went in with him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Uh, hey, since you’re alone, I saw you kiss Dwight.”

Jim flushed as it was brought up again. “Um. Yeah, it was an accident; I don’t think it meant anything.”

“But it meant something to you, right? I mean, Jim, I’ve seen how you look at him. And you always try to get his attention with the pranks. You really gonna tell me there isn’t something there?”

“Damn, you are too good, Beesly.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“He’s not gonna remember.”

“I don’t know about that. You should ask him when he gets better.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. Talk later, Pam.”

“Yep.”

The next day, Dwight was back at work, there before Jim was, even though he lived farther away. Jim spent all night thinking about the kiss and how he could approach the other about it.

It was Dwight who said something first, when they were both alone in the break room.

“Um, Jim.”

The taller looked away from his sandwich and into Dwight’s eyes.

“I-I know I accidentally kissed you yesterday, and I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel weird-”

“I liked it.” Jim blurted, immediately covering his mouth in horror.

“Yeah? Well, I did too. Can I take you out for dinner then? Tonight? At seven?”

Jim’s eyes were almost popping out of the sockets. “Yes. Yes! A million times yes.”

Dwight grinned, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I guess I will see you later then.”

The brunette beamed at him as he walked away.

He’d never been more excited.

you can also read this story here

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masterlist & other such things

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The Office (U.S.) masterlist

#jim halpert #dwight schrute #jim halpert x dwight schrute #dwight schrute x jim halpert #schrupert #jwight #the office us #fire-for-you

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marigold-roses · 2 years

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Obanai x male tsuguko (platonic)

You were scouted by Obanai for strength and mysterious nature since you have never once took off your mask

He was surprised to find you had a missing arm that didn’t hinder you

He offered you to become his tsuguko and you did

When you became his tsuguko he was surprised to learn that you were cheerful person and when you didn’t have your mask on he almost always saw you with a smile

In his opinion your face was too kind and didn’t really suit your profesión and you told him you were underestimated by demons which got annoying at some point so you got a mask

He does have to admit that he likes you with your mask off than on

You had more body strength so using his style itself became stronger as well

You are taller than him

You improved your swordsmanship a lot due to the guidance and training of Obani

You are liked in Obanai’s estate which is called “The serpent’s estate”

Due to not being a hospital like the butterfly estate a lot of the rooms are your training rooms

You sometimes cook for Obanai though he always takes it to his room he allowed you to eat your food outside his door so you could talk with him

There are not a lot of servants at the estate but most of them have been saved by Obanai and sweared their loyalty or have the balls to not run away when Obanai is practically throwing a tantrum

Obanai can’t conceal his fondness for you because of your cheerful nature

You oddly can handle Obanai’s strict and cold criticism and see his true intentions and you’ve told him about his blunt and cold nature

Often brings you pastries as a apology when he thinks he offends you

He honestly cares for you and is kinda overprotective

You normally cover your missing arm with your long haori

You and Obanai will have long relaxing talks without his mask and without your long haori covering your missing arm and just feeling comfortable

You are kind of intimidating with your mask since you rarely take it off to the servants you oddly resemble Obanai in some factors but not saying that you look similar in facial features or looks more of how you carry yourself but their not scared their used to it but outsiders find you scary

You are favored by the servants because you often defend the servants when Obanai is irritated you avoid servants or distract him

You have saved multiple newbies with your actions and they have sweared their loyalty to you (without your knowledge)

Kaburamaru likes you and likes to slide into your shirt and hang out of your loose sleeve

You discourage Obanai’s constant belittling of Giyu it’s honestly uncomfortable, though you can’t stop Sanemi from saying anything you can at least hold off one annoying voice

You have respect for all the pillars so seeing that makes you slightly disappointed how blind your master is to the obvious sign of depression

Well Obanai is slightly blind in one eye so you can’t say you are not completely wrong

Giyu is your pen pal and your letters honestly give him a dose of euphoria though he wouldn’t guess you were the tsuguko of one of the people who hates his guts

You have an odd companionship with Sanemi since Obanai and him belittle Giyu all day so you see him a lot

All he gives you is really just a nod or some sort of sign that he sees you, you never talk but he thinks of you as an associate since you’re the tsuguko Obanai

The hashira haven’t really seen you only Sanemi and Mitsuri

Sometimes Sanemi walks in the same direction as Obanai and he sees you that’s all and he’s asked Obanai and he said you are his tsuguko which sort of surprised him but he doesn’t care that much

Mitsuri knows you becuase she likes to talk with Obanai and you know that Obanai has a thing for her so you just leave them alone sometimes

Mitsuri likes to play and style with your hair no matter how short your hair is she will find a way

You try to give advice to Obanai to help his chances even though you’re not a wizard with dating

#iguro obanai #Iguro #Obanai #obanai headcanons #obanai x reader #Obanai x male reader #male reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Tsuguko reader #platonic #anime

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rollingsins · 8 months

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Hey so i thought id tell you how it went!! I only saw the first one since I didn't have the latest, I was very thankful it wasn't as gory as I was expecting, I still had to scroll forward to see what was coming up but I actually ended up enjoying the film!! They were all interesting characters.

Yes of course all hers tara is much different to Canon Tara but heck I have at least a bit of insight into her. The opening scene was really interesting, I thought when she was heavily breathing it was not just because she was scared but her having asthma, like jenna had to make that known. The hospital scene was a mess like I mean lol seeing her struggling to get into that wheelchair and them wheel it, and hearing the squelching sound from her hand reopening, urgh I was going 'poor baby' 'poor pookie' but then when she was kicked off the wheelchair.

So I'm guessing that it was Amber who stabbed Tara? I kinda wanted a reaction from Tara? Like finding out her best friend (?) Did that to her. Or does that come up in scream 6? It was good to see her to kill someone at least lol.

Also that pink jacket thing?... god she looks so comfy in it like I dunno it screams pookie lol

I am of course a bit lost when they were monologuing becuase I don't know the lore of scream. But I'm guessing they were making fun of past screams? Saying how the last couple were trash and how they needed to go back to basics but with a twist, hence this?

In any case I'm glad I've seen one of them now, I dont mind waiting for scream 6, or even if I can rent it someone, as long as I can scroll forward a bit to know what's coming lol.

Also urgh Sammmmmmm, what a woman lol, oof she can manhandle me and throw me over her big shoulders ;) but my heart will choose pookie.

So at some point I'll finally start all hers from the beginning and I hope you look forward to my reviews and thoughts, and...ideas and requests lol

Amber and Tara were a couple in the original script which makes the first movie quite interesting imo.

Not the Sam thirst 😭

#ask #ghostface!tara

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clairaworlds · 5 months

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My campus wants to be more accessible. That's a stated goal. Create an accessible environment. They've got like 3 departments for it. So when heavy doors and broken automatic buttons started becoming a problem, I started making lists and asking questions, and reaching out. It took a year to find the right person to talk to.

This is not entirely the collages fault (but it's part of a larger issues I'm building up to). I was sent in a reasonable direction fairly early on, but I got sick, and tired, and stressed with work, and school, and managing my disabilities and trying to keep myself out of the hospital. So this fell by the wayside. Eventually, at the end of my second semester, I sent the list to a professor who sent it to admin.

It didn't feel like enough. I'm one person, who only goes to a few classrooms, in a few buildings, who only walks though a few doors. Of the hundreds of locations on campus, I only see a few. I'd asked as meny people as I could, if they'd noticed broken doors, or inaccessible locations, but we can only do so much. Most hadn't noticed more than me.

So I tried to pay attention I tried to make notes of any issues I saw. I joined a group for second year students this year. One mentioned that an event on campus wasn't wheelchair accessible at all. So I decided to find someone to talk to about it. I asked arround. I was bounced arround. Talk to this group. No that one. Here's an email. That ones better. Meet with me on this date. Where's the office even located??

Then I finally found it. The event coranator was nice. We discussed accessibility and the unique challenges of the event. It was heald in a field becuase holding it on the concrete was too hot, but that made it hard for wheelchair users, how could we fix it?

I mentioned a few things I'd resurched, and we discussed acesablity, but I felt out of my depth. Like with the doors, I'm just one person. I spoke on my experience, I spoke to what I'd heard other students say, I spoke about what I'd seen or noticed, I spoke about things that might be issues for some students. About suggestions and what challenges they may bring, about ideas that might not even be feasible. I learned too, that they were trying, and knew some of the issues I brought up, that this is hard but some things may not occur to either me or them.

It struck me as i left thst meeting, that I don't know what I'm doing. How can it? I'm one person, who goes through only a handful of doors, I don't know what's accessible for everyone. I'm doing my damned fucking best to advocate for accessibility but how do I do that when I only know what that looks like for me? The worst part was that I had another meeting with another group about this topic scheduled and I didn't know what to say.

I mentioned before, there are three groups on campus that handle accessibility, there's more probably, but there's 3 big ones. My next meeting was with one of them, planning on how to work on campus accessibility. In my frustration I wondered if they talk to the other groups, or the event planning section, or academic advising, or the student services people who I was sent with to deal with the doors over a year ago. Do they even communicate? More importantly if I'm struggling to know how to handle accessibility becuase I can't talk to everyone, and I'm a werido who sends emails to random people untill I find someone, most students are going to be lost.

So I discussed accessibility as it relates to communication on campus. To be honest I have no idea if I've had an impact but I hope I have. I also don't know if this was the right choice, just the one I made. I'm hoping improving communication will allow other students with disabilities to speak up without having to jump though every single hoop, and that way their issues arnt ignored, or swept away in the chaos. I don't know.

(I'd love advice)

#disability #cripple punk #collage #communication #activism

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leafcabbage · 5 months

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Hello! We don’t really know each other but one of my friends reblogged a tag game you participated in, and I’m REALLY curious about some of your WIPs! Namely, these two:

1. Yet to be named side fic about Tubbo's feeling in the hospital based on Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

2. drdi wilburs backstory as told through his many misdiagnoses

You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, the titles just piqued my interest so I thought I’d send an ask :) I hope you have a lovely day!

hi!! sorry its taken me so long to reply, busy week !!

1. so i started the chinese satellite fic before i even got to seven day and the wrong side of twenty six percent, which is the fic it takes place during. i wanted to do an exploration into tubbo's atheism and how its hard for him to have no way to believe that, in the case of ranboo dying, he would ever see them again. especially coming from a christian family and in florida. and like... the idea that he wishes he Could believe that, but everything is out of his hands and its hard for him. its based specifically around the lyrics: "I think when you're gone, it's forever

But you know I'd stand on the corner

Embarrassed with a picket sign

If it meant I would see you when I die"

2. wilbur!! so he's got bipolar disorder but it took QUITE a while to get to that diagnosis, and he moved in with phil when he was... 10. i think (<- guy who doesnt know his own fic). and its about how hard it was to get him the help he needed, even with phil as a constant advocate, and like... just the struggles of raising a very mentally ill child and the lengths phil would go for him. i plan for each chapter to be around a different (mis)disgnosis hes gotten or Big Mental Health Event (he was in a mental hospital several times), that kinda stuff. i think itll be fun to write tbh but its on the back burner right now both because i dont have time and becuase i have bipolar II and sometimes writing things similar to my experience feels like eating rocks haha

thank you so much for the ask!!!!! i appreciate it a lot!

#cabbage answers #ghosts-and-blue-sweaters #fic asks

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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The Magic Of Men

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut Discussions

Requested: Could you do a Jack Dawkins one where she has no experience and doesn't really know how men work (because it's 1850s and she isn't married lol) but she's curious? Up to you what you do with that :)

I felt insanely awkward about doing this, but... not like I had many other options. I headed up the stairwell of the hospital and up to the little room I knew well. I gave the door a tap, and soon enough his voice answered.

"Come in,"

So I held my breath and headed inside the little room, seeing the usual objects littered about and two figures, Fagin sat in the chair fiddling with something not sure what, and then Jack stood by his wardrobe changing his shirt. Immediately I blushed and looked away, "Hi,"

"Hi Y/n, Just a sec I'll be down." Jack smiled as he got a clean shirt on, "Sorry had to change we had a bloody nightmare of surgery. You ready to go?"

"Actually, I was thinking... Maybe we could stay here tonight?"

"uhhh right, Why?"

"Well given everything with Darius, I figured maybe we could just stay and play cards here tonight. I brought us some cookies to bet with?"

"Aww you're sweet, that's great actually I can't spend any money." He laughed, "Alright piss off Fagin."

"Ohh lovely, I see when I'm not wanted." Fagin complained getting up and shuffling to the door, "Bloody sweet talk to the man who raised you!"

"Out Fagin," he told him again,

Fagin then left leaving Jack and me alone,

"You alright?"

"Yeah sorry uhh long day is all..."

"Alright, well get comfy."

"Thank you," I smiled taking a seat setting my basket down and unpacking it,

"Ohh did you make pie!?"

"I did,"

"Can I have some?" he asked sheepishly

"Of course," I smiled cutting him some pie,

"Ummmm! you are an angel you know that."

I blushed but we started our card game as usual, we played for a good while the whole time I was eager to ask but I didn't want to just jump out the gate with things. But I knew I couldn't wait much longer.

"Jack?" I spoke up breaking the flow of our gentle conversation,

"Yeah?"

"Can I... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he shrugged,

"Could you tell me, about- Men?"

He froze a moment his eyebrows lowered, his eyes looking at me questionably, "What about men?"

"...Everything,"

"Right..." he began, "why?"

"Well, It's just..." I began, "My mother is getting, insistent on me starting to court, starting to look into me getting married and I know so little about men, how they work, what they like, I have no idea and I'm very confused."

"Men are a mystery" He chuckled,

"I know, But I just want... some knowledge."

"All right."

"Really?"

"Yeah, can't leave you completely clueless." He smiled, "You're such an innocent little thing, the first man who realizes just how innocent and... naive you are, will take advantage of your lack of information." He explained,

"They will?"

"Ohh yeah, the first man figures out you don't know what you're doing there's no telling what he'll make you do." He chuckled, "But why are you asking me?"

"Becuase I trust you."

"Do you?" he shot me a look,

"I trust you enough."

"Thanks,"

"Also you know… you're a doctor I imagine you're able to explain it better than the average man”

"Good point, So? You wish to know the magic of men?’

“I do”

“Alright then… Well, how much do you know?"

“Well… I know on the wedding night the lady must lie on her back and open her legs for he husband. And then he will make babies.”

“...that's it?”

"more or less”

“Ohh my god- how does anyone expect you to know what you're doing with that, you sure you aren't told anything else?"

"that if I raise my skirt too high or too low men will be excited”

“...I mean, yeah that kinda is true.” He nodded, "There's more to it but on a basic level I guess... anything else?"

“Uhhh my mother said if you let a man put his baby goo in your mouth and swallow it you'll have babies growing in your tummy”

"…What!”

“If you let a man-”

“I heard you! I'm just fucking astonished!”

“Is that not true?"

“No! You can't get pregnant like that!”

“Ohh I see… why would my mother like to me?"

"I assume to stop you putting men in your mouth… she tell you anything else?”

“The female orgasm is a myth”

“WHAT! your mother is fucking nuts!"

"Is that not true?"

"No! I am very VERY sure about that!"

"Ohh..."

"Ohh you poor little thing..." He said,

"Why?"

"You need an education." He said, "So when a man and a woman love each other very much..."

"Yes?"

"They start to kiss, and cuddle, and tell each other how they feel. And then they may decide to be... Intimate."

"I see," I nodded very eager to learn,

"And yes when a man sees under a lady's dress he may get... excited." He smirked, "A woman's body is often very exciting for a man to look at, and if he gets excited enough he'll get hard."

"Hard?"

"His... you know."

"His what Jack?"

"you really are innocent aren't you," He chuckled, "Well a man has a cock. most of the time it's just soft and not really anything all that important but when a man gets excited his cock gets hard, It'll stand up and kinda make itself stiff."

"Ohh... Why?"

"It's all the blood rushing there and causing it to expand and stay stiff, so he can use it for sex."

"Ohh Okay, so it gets hard for sex?"

"Yeah, it gets hard when he's excited and aroused."

"Okay, then he makes baby goo?"

"Baby goo?"

"Yeah, he gets excited until baby goo comes out."

"... It's called Jizz. or ejaculate. but yeah it makes babies."

"Jizz. makes babies. But not in mouths?"

"No, only in your pussy."

"Pussy?"

"The ... hole between your legs y/n."

"Ohh my special place."

"Yeah, you lay on your back, or your side, or you can sit up too there's a lot of options but the main point is he puts his cock inside your pussy, and it feels amazing for both involved and yes you should get an orgasm you both should and when a man orgasms then yes he will Jizz and if it is inside of your pussy there is a RISK not one hundred per cent just a risk that you may get pregnant."

"Hu... Thank you, Jack,"

"You're welcome. See men aren't all that magic and mystical... we are pretty simple, to be honest."

"What about other than sex?"

"Other than sex? Well yeah if you put a man's cock in your mouth it will also give him an orgasm but you can't get pregnant,"

"Do women get orgasms other than sex?"

"Yeah, they can, a man can use his mouth, or his hands, or even women can do it themselves."

"That's possible?"

"Very possible."

"Can... men do it to themselves?"

"Yes."

"Hu... Then why do you need a wife at all?"

he looked at me and laughed, "Because it's not the same having sex and giving yourself an orgasm isn't the same feeling,"

"Ohhh..." I nodded, "That makes sense,"

"You alright now? Anything else you wanna know?"

"Uhhh... Kinda,"

"Go on then,"

"What does a cock look like?"

"Uhhhh are you serious?"

"I've never seen one before... I'm curious."

"Yeah, I don't exactly have pictures of dicks laying around y/n."

"This is a hospital if anywhere has pictures and diagrams of dicks it's here."

"No, I don't, sorry Y/n," he chuckled going to lay on his bed for a moment, "I'm rather tired after all that explaining" he yawned,

"Sorry Jack," I smiled sitting on his bed with him,

"It's fine, I'm happy to explain to you, at least now you're not so naive,"

"I guess now, I'm thankful to be less naive."

"Good, I'm glad I could help."

For a moment we just sat enjoying one another company as we often did, before I little spark of a whisper popped up in my brain, and I giggled.

"What?"

I smiled and held the skirt of my dress lifting it a little to show my leg all the way up to my knee, Jack's eyes met my skin and a smirk grew across his lips,

"what are you up to y/n?"

"Just curious."

"Curious?"

"Umm, I wanna see the magic of men."

"Do you know?"

"Mhm, so? Are you excited?"

"...A little." He smirked, "This what you want?" he asked sitting up and I nodded excitedly, "Alright Y/n, Come on I'll prove to you about the female orgasm" He smirked tugging me into the bed with him,

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader makes the characters do chores? Or do some volunteer work? I’m curious how they would feel about having to do that :)

Anything for you miss ma'am!

━MARKIPLIER ☆

Happily obliges to your request. Of course he'll help you make cards for kids at the hospital. Why wouldn't he?

Mark has a fun time doing it too. Draws to the best of his abilities, even getting into a marker fight with you at one point. (Dubs himself "Marker-plier" while he tackles you in a hug and draws a mustache on you)

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Chores don't happen with Dark. Everything is always in order somehow. The clothes always washed, dishes done, dusting finished-

And you know it's not Dark himself doing it. He was too busy peppering a trail of kisses on your neck this morning while you stirred awake

I guess it's a demon thing

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Whines and whines and whines about it

"Fook offff (Y/n). Whe can do chores anotha day."

"Anti, my sweet sweet little pain in the ass, those dishes have been marinating in their own filth for a week and I swear to god if you dont help me clean them-"

━WILFORD ☆

Just springs up with a joyous "alright then!" when you ask him to help you vaccume. The pinkette puts on some funky music durring the task, swinging his hips and humming along to it. Even ropes you in at one point and does a lil dance with you to the tunes, the vaccume forgotten amongst your torrade of giggles and laughs

━YANCY ☆

You had got both yourself and Yancy a job decorating the jail for the wardens birthday. I guess you could call that volunteer work. But it didn't matter what it was as long as Yancy got to spend time with you <3

Both of you have extra fun sitting on each other shoulders to hang streamers from the cealing, leaving kisses on each other's cheek in the process

━ENGINEER ☆

He's pretty much always cleaning up after himself and his projects, so if you had asked him to help you with something he'd just do it. No questions asks. Perhaps with one more smile than usual if it's with you though :)

━ACTOR ☆

"I don't do charity work (Y/n). And risk getting these cuticles dirty? I'm surprised you didn't know better than to not ask me hmph."

━ILLINOIS ☆

Don't even bother asking him to help clean up. Not becuase he won't do it, but with how much dirt n sand that lives in the nooks and cranny of his clothes, Illinois does more dirtying up than cleaning

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halloweenkills · 2 months

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tell me ab ben and harley 👀

HHIII okay so. let me ramble hold on

some Benjamin Hart facts:

serial killer. reason number one for the forseen tumblr discourse, because not only is he a aerial killer but he's also got Mental Illness and like don't get me wrong i understand the trope of making mentally ill characters evil is bad but he doesnt kill Becuase he's mentally ill okay. he kills people as stress relief and also just happens to have ocd and a tendency to hallucinate.

reason two for tumblr discourse: he's an addict, specifically self medicates with morphine which again. has nothing to do with why or how he kills people. it actually makes me Less likely to kill because it's another form of stress relief.

his father was a psychiatrist and Ben was also sort of... off even as a child, miscategorized as antisocial but really his brain is just wired a little wrong like he just Doesn't Get It when it comes to social relationships and people in general, so as a result his father kind of like medically experimented on him as a kid trying to help but nothing seemed to work. he was in and out of hospitals a lot as a kid, got a lot of unethical treatment (shock therapy and various medications to sedate him and hypnosis) which obviously like kind of just made him Worse.

he feels emotions so strongly that he doesn't know what to do with them and he also never really could figure out how to recognize which emotions are what so. that's really the biggest factor in his being a serial killer. he feels love so strongly that it becomes obsessive so as a child it was expressed through violence, and as an adult whos learned self control/regulations as least a little bit it now leads to some rather stalkerish behaviors. and maybe some light kidnapping. (but it's fine bc Harley loves him back. NOT in a Stockholm way though I know people would argue for that too)

his parents immigrated from Austria just before he was born and they're like Rich Rich like old money in the millions Rich and he was homeschooled, so despite living in America he has a mostly Austrian accent. German is technically his first language though he learn both that and English at the same time growing up. he's also from Chicago and has never left Chicago and was more so raised by his parents staff/nannys so his accent also has some hints of Chicago in it at times.

his mother died when he was young like 9 or so. she had cancer and Benjamin killed her to put her out of her misery. she was his first victim. he also killed his father when he was older but that was malice not love.

he's 31 years old + in modern terminology (the story is set in the early 1990s) fits the definitions for agender as well as being on the asexual and aromantic spectrums but he would never identify as such. he just doesn't care, he's fully apathetic about it. he considers himself to be a gay man but even that label is like pointless to him.

there's several iterations of him so some things are a little different from when I first made him but as of currently Ben is also a psychiatrist, bc it's really all he knows. specifically hes working at a university.

WHICH is where Harley comes in! Harley was actually created by a friend of mine for the sole purpose of shipping with Ben so like none of the following was created by me, im just stating facts.

Harley is a Jewish, half Pakistani and half romani, immigrated to america as a young child, grew up in California before coming to Chicago on full scholarship. i can't remember what his majors called but his ultimate goal is to find a cure for aids.

another reason for tumblr discourse is the age gap. Ben's 31 and Harley's 24. also Harley is autistic so that just leads to further infantilization. (and I also know that people would bring up the fact that Ben is German while Harley is Jewish like. that means anything at all)

AND the "power imbalance" of Benjamin being harleys psychiatrist (and in some iterations just one of his professors)

more harley facts bc i got sidetracked: he has a tendency to never sleep bc he works as a stripper in a gay club during nights then spends all day at school or in his lab doing research. (he's got a private lab fully funded by the uni)

and harley while not a serial killer is kind of unethically preforming experiments on dead bodies (which are often illegally obtained but Not by killing them)

the plot of the story is sort of scifi ish in nature with harleys research leading to growing living organs in dead bodies. and that's a major conflict in the story where harleys like "Ben you can't kill people it's wrong" and Ben's like "harely you can't resurrect people some would argue that's also wrong"

I also can't remember harleys full name at the moment but I remember his initials spell out the word 'help'

and anyway Ben and Harley are just so in love and are soul mates and just 100% belong together in a way that is inherently obsessive and toxic (on both ends)

AND spoilers for the end of the story. aids is a major theme throughout the story, as is tragedy, and resurrection. so i think u get where im headed with that (one of them dies and the other resurrects them out of love. but they come back Wrong because you can never truly have eternal life)

#august.txt #answered #woo oc lore #ALSO Thank You for give me a reason to tak about them

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