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g’morning lovely friends!! i’m here to remind u that kate analyn schmidt deserved so much better & i will die on this hill
#fuck a bread slicer#she made it outta shadyside#is on her way to med school dammit#me casually rewriting canon bc i’ll forever be bitter#━━ ❛ THE GREMLIN SPEAKS ❋ ◤ ooc: general ◢
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Jaune Arc Is A Creep
Cardin: Ha! You stupid nerd! (Shoves Jaune) Reading books and shit!
Jaune: Laugh while you still can! You're the stronger one now, but some day, I'm going to grow up, and I'm going to teach myself how to make chloroform and knock you all out! Then I'll drag you into my basement and chain you to the walls! The first thing you'll see when you wake up is me, standing over you as your new god!
Jaune: AND THEN I'LL MAKE YOU WORSHIP ME IN WAYS NO GOD HAS BEFORE.
Cardin: ...
Ruby: (Bandaging him) And then what happened?
Jaune: (Sniffles) They beat me up and took my books~!
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Ruby: Fuck you guys! I'm going back out there and kicking their asses!
Jaune: No, Ruby! Vengeance protocol dictates that we should lay low after an attack and conserve our resources!
Ruby: Fuck the rules! They insulted us!
Jaune: Ruby, as a guy who gets his ass kicked so much he could be a professional, listen to me. The only thing we can do for now is survive!
Ruby: Oh, so I should just cower like you, should I? LIKE A LITTLE BITCH?!
Yang: (Pops Ruby in the head) As far as I can see, you're the only one acting like a little bitch here, Ruby. Now listen to what Jaune has to say.
Jaune: Thanks for sticking up for me, Yang!
Yang: Shut the hell up, Jaune! And you, Ruby Rose, open your mouth.
Ruby: Wha- (Bread shoved in, Gagging)
Jaune: Oh! Oh... Oh, wow... That's... That's kinda hot, Yang.
Yang: Eat, Ruby. Eat and build your strength.
Ruby: (Crying)
Jaune: Keep crying, Ruby. It'll make the bread taste like tears.
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Pyrrha: Jaune, I know this is tough, but... Is there a higher power you worship?
Jaune: I used to worship Monty Oum.
Pyrrha: Who's Monty Oum?
Jaune: THE GOD OF DEATH.
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Goodwitch: You there! Who the fuck are you?!
Jaune: Jaune Arc, sir!
Goodwitch: Why the fuck are you here, trainee?
Jaune: To become a huntsman, sir!
Goodwitch: That's bullshit! Look at you! I bet you play with dolls!
Jaune: Well, yes, but only for roleplay revenge fantasies, sir!
Goodwitch: Shut up, Banana-Slut!
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Blake: You can do it, Weiss. Just focus on your core when using the tether.
Jaune: Yeah, it's not too hard if you concentrate.
Weiss: Even you can do this, Arc? I know I'll regret asking this, but what's your secret?
Jaune: I, uh.... I kinda have a natural advantage with this skill.
Weiss: What do you mean?
Jaune: I, uh... I used to experiment a lot with auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Weiss: ...Just take me up the tether.
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Jaune: Oh! I also like to read!
Blake: Oh, really?
Jaune: Yup! For example, did you know that if you electrocute someone underwater, it'll leave no burn marks?
Blake: ...
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Jaune: So... I gave it a lot of thought, and I decided. I'm going to serve on the front lines.
Nora: What?! Why?! Jaune, seriously, you suck at everything you do!
Jaune: I know.
Nora: With your tactical brilliance, you could easily land a spot as an officer away from the battlefield!
Jaune: I know.
Nora: So why the hell are you coming to the front lines with us?!
Jaune: ...
Jaune: I WANT TO SEE DEATH.
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Ren: We're finally here, Jaune. We finally made it as huntsmen. Do you have any regrets?
Jaune: No. It was either this or med school.
Ren: I... wasn't aware you wanted to be a doctor. What was going to be your specialty?
Jaune: (Wide grin) EUTHANASIA.
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Coco: I'm open to suggestions.
Nora: Let's give all of our weapons to Ruby and have her use them to build a giant rifle-toting, sword-swinging mecha.
Coco: What is this, a fucking anime? No!
Blake: We could always give up and run away.
Coco: No!
Ruby: Let's play Arrowfell!
Coco: NO, GOD DAMMIT! NO! Does anyone have any good ideas?!
Ren: Jaune has one.
Coco: ...Dear god. Alright. How bad is it?
Jaune: This is an old revenge fantasy I used to reenact with dolls.
Yatsuhashi: Holy shit, this guy is fucked.
Jaune: In my most elaborate schemes, I'd pretend the dolls could see me before stabbing their eyes out and burning them alive.
Fox: ...Jaune, has anyone ever told you that you have an unhealthy obsession with ocular trauma?
Jaune: It's like closing the windows to the souls!
Cardin: You know, if we shoot out the Grimm eyes, we could finish them off without losing anyone.
Pyrrha: Jaune, you are the creepiest fucking guy I've ever met, but hey, that's not a bad plan.
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Nora: Jaune, can I ask you something?
Jaune: Sure!
Nora: This is going to sound stupid, but... Let's say I, hypothetically, have romantic feelings for a fake brother-
Jaune: You mean Ren?
Nora: Yeah, whatever. But let's say I acted on those feelings. Would it... Would it be wrong?
Jaune: Nora, why are you asking me about socially moral protocol?
Nora: Because you're the only one I can trust to not tell anyone. And even if you did, everyone would just assume you're being a creep again and I could deny everything.
Jaune: Wow, Nora. That's cold, dark, and manipulative genius.
Nora: I'm sorry, I just really need to know.
Jaune: I've never seen you in this light before.
Nora: Is it wrong?
Jaune: Hey, can I have a lock of your hair?
Nora: Answer my question, Jaune!
Jaune: Alright, alright! Look, the way I see it, I don't see anything wrong with your feelings, Nora. He wasn't really your family anyways, so even if you did incest-bang, it would've been fine.
Nora: It's not incest!
Jaune: I know, I know! I just prefer to think of it that way!
Nora: ...
Jaune: Bitch, don't even give me that look. You already KNEW what you were getting into asking me for advice!
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Marrow: General, wait!
Ironwood: God dammit, Wags, not now!
Marrow: General, Huntsman Ren and Pine along with Huntress Valkyrie are invaluable soldiers, and thus are completely expendable. But you should know that Huntsman Arc is said to be one of the most fucked up people on Remnant!
Jaune: (Thinking) No! They found my secret!.
Ironwood: Oh, really?
Jaune: Act normal- (Meow) NO, MISTER WHISKERS! NOT NOW!.
Ironwood: And just how fucked up are we talking?
Jaune: (Twitching hard) GET YOUR LITTLE CLAWS OUT OF MY EYES~!.
Marrow: Fucked up enough, some say, to rival even you, General.
Ironwood: ...To rival me, you say?
Ironwood: JAUNE ARC!
Jaune: MEOW!
Ironwood: Is what they say true?! Are you truly a fucked up little shit?!
Jaune: Well, I think I'm perfectly normal, but I may have a few desires and tendencies some may classify as... off?
Ironwood: ...Okay, Huntsman Arc. We're going to play a little game, and if you lose, the survival of both yourself and your friends over there, too!
Jaune: Sir, this is a horrendous abuse of authority-!
Ironwood: SILENCE!
Ironwood: Jaune Arc, I challenge you to a personal duel to the death! We shall fight with words to determine once and for all who is the most fucked up human being on the planet!
Jaune: (Huffs) Okay, this? I can do!
Jaune: I PLAY WITH HUMAN DOLLS!
Ironwood: I PLAY WITH HUMAN LIVES!
Jaune: I laugh at death!
Ironwood: I worship Salem on the weekends!
Jaune: SALEM! WORSHIPS! ME!
Ironwood: I lick tears off of orphans!
Jaune: I call arson a career!
Ironwood: I joined the military to watch people die!
Jaune: I celebrate living failure!
Ironwood: I submit to certain death!
Jaune: I harass the elderly!
Ironwood: I dip my soldiers with disease!
Jaune: I throw rocks at the homeless!
Ironwood: Oh yeah? Well, you wouldn't know anything about this because you're a virgin, but casualties are my favorite form of sexual foreplay! (Jaune stunned) YES! HAHAHA! Foolish child! You thought you could match wits with the worst of us and win?! You played the cards of a petulant boy, Jaune Arc, and now you and your little bitch friends will die!
Jaune: (Looks to his team)
Nora: (Thinking) You can do it, Jaune!.
Ren: (Thinking) There's no one I've ever met who's creeper than you!.
Jaune: You thought you were fighting a mere moral? You thought you could probe the darkness that is my mind?!.
Jaune: FOOL! I SHALL DROWN IN THE MAELSTROM OF MY NIGHTMARES! MY TENTACLES SHALL TWIST AND CONTORT YOUR THROAT AS I THROTTLE YOU WITH VISIONS OF HERMAPHRODITIC SUCCUBI AND VIOLENT! OEDIPEDAL! RAPE FANTASIES!
Jaune: I will take your cities! I will subjugate your children! I will rape and devour your armies! But you, only you shall survive, so that you may bear testament to my will and ultimate revengeance!
Atlas: ...
Vale: ...
Vacuo: ...
Mistral: ...
Salem: ...
#rwby#jaune arc#a slap on titan#james ironwood#marrow amin#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#cardin winchester#yang xiao long#fox alistair#coco adel#nora valkyrie#salem#yatsuhashi daichi#lie ren#pyrrha nikos#glynda goodwitch
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"Are you a vampire?" “Oh my god. That is not the question I thought you were going to ask.”
See, here’s the thing. Will was a smart man. He was in med school. And even with the taxing workload of school, he still loved to read. And his favorite things to read? Horror and dark folklore.
That surprised most people, but Nico found it endearing. And Will was glad, because this was one hyper-fixation he was sure he’d never get over. And so he couldn’t quite tell if he was making it up when he saw lights flicker as Nico walked by them– on more than one occasion. Or that the air felt noticeably colder when he became stressed or mad. Or that he was eerily silent when he moved, or how he hated being out in the sun for too long.
This is all by way of saying: Will wasn’t dumb. And there were some things about his boyfriend that, when combined, created some interesting theories.
Will totally did not think his boyfriend was a ghost. Or a vampire. Nope. Well, maybe? No.
…..
Nico stepped out of the shadows onto the soft carpet of his living room floor and promptly collapsed over his old couch with a groan, one hand still on his earpiece. “Annabeth. You said this one was a simple shade.”
“It’s not my fault someone flagged the wrong file.” Annabeth retorted.
“I’m sorry Nico!” Percy’s voice rang from Annabeth’s side of the line and Nico couldn’t help but smile at the sound of what he could only assume was Annabeth flinging a book at her boyfriend’s head. “It’s fine. Just–” Nico replied, hissing a little as he shifted and got a better look at the gash in his side. It wasn’t concerningly deep– but he should probably take care of that. “That was a little close for comfort.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just a scrape. I should go bandage it though.”
“Alright. Call if you need anything.”
“Bye.” Nico clicked his earpiece to end the call and stood up from the couch with a groan, reaching to take his hair out of its messy ponytail. He turned toward the kitchen and froze with his hand in the air. Because standing in his kitchen, holding a half eaten bowl of fruit loops, was his boyfriend, mouth open and eyes wide.
Oh shit. “Will?” Nico asked, panic rising in his throat. How much had he seen? “Why the fuck are you here?”
Will swallowed, willing his mouth to close. “Um. I was out of fruit loops. More importantly– what was that?”
“I–” Nico started, but immediately his vision began to swim. Great. Just great. He wasn’t sure if it was from the shadow travel or from the blood loss, probably both, but either way his eyes rolled back into his head and his body swayed. Will barely had time to rush forward and keep him from smacking his head on the floor as his body went limp.
….
When Nico regained consciousness no more than a few minutes later, he was laying down on the couch and his boyfriend’s piercing blue eyes were staring at him with deep concern that was bordering on panic. Fuck. He tried to sit up with a wince, only then noticing that Will had his hands pressed on the wound at his side, trying to stop the bleeding.
Nico studied him, honestly surprised he was still there. He didn’t look scared of him. He looked scared for him. “Dammit, Nico, what did you do? This is going to need stitches. We should go to the hospital. Or, no. I have a kit in my apartment. That would be faster–”
Under different circumstances, Nico would have let him ramble. He loved seeing Will in doctor mode, if he was being honest. But considering he was currently bleeding out on his living room couch, other things unfortunately had to take priority. He placed a light hand on Will’s arm, stopping him short. “There’s a small brown bottle in my nightstand drawer.” He said. “Get it for me? I’d do it myself, but…” He looked pointedly at the blood dripping onto his floor.
Will looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. “Um, what?”
Nico’s mouth formed a thin line. “Just trust me, Will.”
They shared a long look before Will sighed, muttering something about him being the most stubborn person he’d ever met, but stomped toward Nico’s bedroom anyway. He returned a moment later, bottle in hand, and handed it over.
“Thank you.” Nico took the bottle and took three large gulps, swallowing roughly. The effects were almost immediate, and Will watched before his eyes as the wound began to close. It was nowhere near fully healed, but at least Nico was no longer bleeding. Will’s eyes widened. “What… is happening.”
Nico made a face as he took another swig. The taste of this stuff was never his favorite. “Unicorn drought.” He said simply, like that explained everything. He sat up with a groan, expecting his boyfriend– probably soon to be ex-boyfriend– to freak out any second now and get the fuck out of there. And probably never speak to him again.
Instead Will studied him. He looked confused and surprised, sure. But where Nico expected fear or disgust, he saw a hint of curiosity.
Will was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, it was absolutely not what Nico was expecting: “Are you a vampire?”
The question caught Nico completely off guard and he did something Will had rarely seen him do. He doubled over laughing.
Will watched, frozen, as his boyfriend clutched his stomach, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. Nico gasped for breath. “Oh… oh my god. That is not the question I thought you were going to ask.”
The initial shock was starting to wear off now, and Will pinned him with an unimpressed look. “I just saw you materialize out of darkness then magically heal what looked like a stab wound in under a minute.” He responded.
Nico looked up at him through dark bangs, a sparkle in his eye. “And that says vampire to you?”
Will seemed to consider this. “Well, yes. Also, there are no mirrors in your apartment, I’ve never seen you sleep, and I think you may be allergic to sunlight.” He said, counting off each reason with a raised finger.
Nico laughed again. Clearly his horror-nerd of a boyfriend had already put a lot of thought into this. “Yeah, okay. I suppose that’s fair.”
Will glared at him. Or, as much of a glare as the boy was capable of, which was not much. “I still haven’t heard an answer.”
Nico smiled. “No, Will. I’m not a vampire.” He didn’t elaborate.
Will raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Are you going to explain this to me, then? Or should I just keep listing things until I guess correctly?”
Nico placed his mysterious bottle on the coffee table. “That could be kinda fun.”
“Nico, I swear to god–”
“See, now we’re getting somewhere.” Nico cut him off with a smirk. He was enjoying this way too much.
Will fought the urge to punch him. Even though the unicorn… stuff seemed to have helped he didn’t think attacking his boyfriend minutes after he’d been leaking blood all over the place was a good plan. “What, god?” He asked, half joking.
His boyfriend shrugged.
Will’s eyes widened. “You’re a god?”
Nico crossed his arms. “Styx, no. Just… half of one.” He said the last part carefully, studying Will’s reaction. “A half-blood. Half mortal. Half… not.”
The gold-haired boy sat up straighter. “Styx. That’s from Greek mythology.”
Nico smiled. “Well done, nerd boy.”
“Don’t call me that. You expect me to believe you’re half Greek god?” Will said incredulously. Part of him absolutely did not believe this. But a much larger part of him was almost giddy at the possibility.
Nico averted his gaze, his smile melting. There it was. The disbelief, the annoyance. Why had he expected anything else? “Look, if you wanna leave, I get it.” He fidgeted with his skull ring, unable to bear watching his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend realize he’d been dating a monster.
But Will reached out a light hand and softly, gently, took his chin, lifting his gaze. “Nico. I’m not leaving. Unless you want me to?”
Nico shook his head, eyes wide. Will smiled. “Good. Because I have questions.”
Nico’s eyes flicked back and forth, looking for any hint of hesitation in his boyfriend’s eyes. He found none. He felt the tension in his shoulders relax a bit. “Shoot.”
“How exactly does this work?”
The corner of Nico’s mouth turned up a bit. Nerd. “Just like the myths. Sometimes the gods come down and have relationships with mortals. We’re the product of that.”
Will’s brow furrowed. “We?”
Nico nodded. “Yeah. The gods have a lot of kids. You remember my friends in California– Percy and Annabeth?” Will nodded. “I met them at camp: where people like us train, learn about our heritage, all that shit.” Nico paused. “Oh also my co-worker Jason.”
Will’s eyes widened. “No way.”
Nico’s smile grew. “Way.”
He could almost see the gears turning in Will’s head. “And your… godly parent is…?”
Nico tensed at that, and Will backtracked. “Sorry. Am I not supposed to ask that? You don’t have to tell me–”
“No no, it’s okay.” Nico cut him off. “Sorry it’s just… my dad’s not exactly the most popular at camp. Or on Olympus. Or anywhere, for that matter.”
Will’s gaze softened. He waited patiently for his boyfriend to continue. Nico twirled his ring. Once. Twice. He swallowed roughly before answering, his voice almost bitter. “...Hades. You know, king of the Underworld? All sunshine and rainbows? Super fun time?”
Will was silent beside him. Nico looked up from his ring, expecting to see disgust. Instead, he was met with a blinding smile. “So what you’re saying is, vampire wasn’t too far off.”
Nico’s anxiety melted away immediately and now it was his turn to look at his boyfriend like he was the crazy one. Will was something else. “That’s your reaction? Really?”
Will shrugged. “You remember who you’re talking to, right? The horror nerd?” He ran a hand through his golden curls. “I just learned my boyfriend is the prince of the Underworld. This is awesome!”
Nico let out a light laugh. “You are so weird.”
“Says the son of Hades.”
“I should not have told you this.”
Will grinned. “No going back now, death boy.” It was then that the events of the night came rushing back to the older boy and he frowned. “Do children of Hades often come home with stab wounds? Also, how the hell did you just, appear, in your living room?”
Nico sighed. “Okay first of all, do not call me death boy.”
Will’s smile returned a smidge. “Unlikely.”
Nico rolled his eyes. “What you saw was shadow traveling. And no, I try not to get stabbed if I can avoid it.” He replied, trying for humor.
Will gave him a look, and Nico caved. “Okay, okay. Sometimes, when mortals do something dumb like a seance, they get enough pieces right that it actually works. So, Than and I have to go clean up their mess and banish whatever they conjured before anyone actually gets hurt.”
Will’s eyes widened. “Than… as in Thanatos? Holy shit.”
Nico smirked. “Not that holy, actually.”
Will actually did punch him lightly in the shoulder that time and Nico laughed. “They’re usually not that dangerous. I just went into this one unprepared. Annabeth usually gets me some research on a new case if it’s going to be something more difficult than a simple shade. Turns out this last one was more… demonic than we expected.”
Will’s eyes sparkled. “Oh my god. You’re a real life Dean Winchester.”
Nico looked at him in confusion. “Who?”
Will laughed. “Oh I have so much to teach you.” He pulled his legs up and turned to face Nico, sitting cross-legged on the couch, practically vibrating with excitement. Nico watched him fondly. “But first, I have so many more questions.”
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Back Pain
Back Pain
Pairing: Teacher Ben x f! Nurse reader
Word Count: 1300+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: a belated birthday request for a friend of mine! This is what she asked for, with Teacher Ben:
"Reader is the school nurse
And Ben pulls his back - so two football hunks from his class carry him into the first aid room.
(Let's call her Miss Mint, cause she gets everyone a cup of mint tea all the time)
Course they're both crushing on each other..
First kiss maybe? 🙂 back massage with no shirt? Poor Ben 🙂"
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"It's funny how your illness always seems to coincide with Mr. Shah's quizzes, Maria."
The student in front of me tries her best to hide her guilt. "No, Nurse Mint, I really do feel like, sick." She coughs dramatically, and obviously fake.
"I see. Well I've taken your temperature and since you're not exhibiting any other symptoms-"
"No, really, I'm sick." Another fake cough.
"Maria, make sure to sign up for drama class next semester. You'll be brilliant on stage."
She perks up. "You think so? I've been prac- ah dammit!" Realizing I got her to admit she was faking, she groans and grabs her backpack, heading towards the door.
"Tell Mr. Shah I said hi."
She waves over her shoulder and leaves. Being a high school nurse never gets old.
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It's quiet today. Just the typical stream of kids who need their daily meds and such.
Loud noises come from the hall outside, coming closer to the clinic. I catch a few words, including my name, so I walk around my desk to open the door.
There, in the hall, are 2 of the school's football players and between them they're carrying-
"Mr. Ben?" I ask, pulling the door open wider as the 2 students carry him inside.
"Where can we put him?" One of the students asks.
I gesture to a bed. "Here." I put on some gloves as the students gently set Mr. Ben on the bed.
"Move back, please," I say as I move to stand in front of Ben. The students step back, waiting to see if I need any more help.
"Hi, Ben. What happened?" I'm standing in front of him, watching pained expressions move across his face. His beautiful face.
"I think I-" He hisses when he moves "-threw my back out."
"Thank you, boys. You may head to class now."
They nod, telling Mr. Ben they hope he feels better.
"Now, what happened?" I ask as I head back to my desk, opening a side drawer to pull out some pain meds for him.
He chuckles softly and then hisses again. "I just..turned wrong."
"Turned wrong?"
"Yeah I'm old. It happens."
"You're not that old," I smile at him as I hand him a bottle of water and a cup with pain meds in it. He hisses again trying to grab the bottle.
"It's okay. I'll help. Can you turn your head for me to give these to you?"
He takes a breath and moves his head back, his bright, brown eyes finding mine. I can see from the look in his eyes he's in more pain than he's letting on. I help him take the pain meds, stepping back to look at him.
"Let's take off your shirt."
"I-what?"
"So I can massage your back, help work it out while the meds kick in."
He blushes, bright pink flushing up his cheeks. "I, uh oh. You don't have to. I'll be ok." He hisses again when he moves and I shake my head.
"I won't force you, but it will help."
He looks at me, eyes like a puppies and I get lost in them a moment. To be honest, I've had a crush on this man since my first day. He's great with the students and they absolutely adore him. Sometimes too much, if you've seen the fancams.
It doesn't hurt that he's easily the most handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on.
He swallows hard and slightly nods, closing his eyes at the bit of pain that movement causes.
"Ok." He tries to move to unbutton his shirt, but grunts out in pain. I move closer to him, placing my hands gently over his.
"M-may I?" I ask.
He looks up at me, something else in his eyes. Almost like…
"Y-yeah. Ok."
My fingers tremble, undoing each button, slowly revealing a small smattering of freckles across his chest. He's got a small tummy and the sight of it goes straight through me. He catches me staring and tries to pull his shirt around his stomach.
"I'm not super fit-"
"You're gorgeous."
"What?"
"What? Oh uh let me help you take off the shirt so I can get at your back."
He nods and I slowly slide the shirt off his shoulders, helping him remove his arms. He grunts a few times at the pain and I can't stop apologizing for it.
"It's not your fault I'm old and turning wrong can put me on my ass for a week."
I chuckle. "You're not that old. And I don't want to cause you pain so please tell me to stop if it hurts."
"Ok."
I move to stand behind him, pulling out my tiny jar of Tiger Balm. Ben approves it and tells me where it hurts the most. I gather up some balm, fingers hovering over the spot he indicated before I touch him, massaging the spot with gentle force. Ben grunts and moans as I work my fingers into his back, and I feel myself flushing, thinking of how else I could get him to make those sounds.
"Oh, shit that feels…ugh there! There! Harder!"
I massage harder, Ben letting out a gasp and a moan as I feel the knot unwind under my hands. I stop and he breathes deep for several moments.
"Are you ok, Mr. Ben?"
He nods slightly. "You have magic fingers."
I smile, moving back around to stand in front of him. "Glad to help. Let me help you with your shirt."
I slide his arms back in the sleeves and help him button up his shirt. I'm so close to him I can smell his cologne, woodsy and a bit like parchment. I chance a glance at his eyes and find him already staring at me, an odd look on his face, as if he's trying to decide on saying something. Smoothing out his shirt, I toy with the collar.
"Is..are you feeling better?"
"Y-yes. I don't know how I would've made it without you."
"You'd have found a way I'm sure."
I move to step away, but apparently my shoes were untied and I trip over the laces. But I never hit the ground, Ben grabbing me and holding me, preventing my fall. We're close, noses nearly touching.
Ben clears his throat. "Are…are you ok?"
"Hhmm? Oh uh…yeah. Yes, I-"
His eyes travel across my face, lingering on my lips for a moment longer.
"Are you sure?" He moves his head slightly closer to me.
"Sure about what?" I move closer to him.
"Tripping." He's the closest he's been to me, our noses just barely brushing against each other.
"What?"
His lips press to mine hesitantly, waiting for my to pull back. As if I ever would. We both deepen the kiss, a quiet moaning coming from the back of his throat. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.
"I've been wanting to do that since the moment you handed me my first cup of mint tea on your first day here."
I smile, "Really?"
"Mmm. Would you go to dinner with me?"
"Absolutely. And if your back bothers you, I know exactly how to handle it."
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tagged by @willtheweaver to find the words dream, ambition, hope, fail(ure). thank!
from The Most Beautiful Puzzle!
cw: murder mention, drug mention, overdose implication
dream:
You put away the food and, this time, you’re able to make it all the way to your bed before you collapse. You nuzzle into the pillow. It smells like lavender and lemongrass. You’ll have to ask Josselin what detergent he uses so your clothes can smell that nice.
Dammit, you still haven’t taken your meds.
It’s the last thought you have before you crash into a deep, dreamless sleep.
ambition work:
“So she was held captive for—“ [Josselin says].
“I’d say three or four hours, max,” you finish. “Before they killed her. What about the heroin though? There was no residue anywhere, and nothing in her system there was residue of.”
“What do you mean, killed her!?” Sara exclaims. She covers her mouth as if she can stuff the question back in. She says, much softer this time, “You think it was murder?”
“That’s my working theory,” Josselin says.
“God, she was like, nineteen. She was just a kid.”
hope:
“So, I’m gonna go.” [Josselin says].
“Wait, what?” you ask. “You just got back?”
Josselin smiles and tosses his now empty can into the bin, then opens the second one and takes a swig.
“To the school, I mean! I want to check things out there.”
Curiosity tingles at the back of your neck. You sit up straight and say, hopefully not too pushy, “Do… you need a ride?”
Josselin doesn’t seem to understand you’re trying to politely invite yourself. He thumbs back at Frankie and says, “No, Frankie can drive me. It’s okay.”
“I’ll bring all of us!” Frankie says, giving you a knowing look over Josselin’s shoulder. Thankfully she doesn’t call you out on your curiosity, because it’s weird, right? To be so invested in something like this?
fail:
Josselin moves his hand from Familiar’s scruff to your knee.
“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “I had a lot of bad run-ins with cops too, after my mom died. Not trouble with the law or anything, but just normal ‘autistic kid in the foster system’ problems. Dona was the only one who didn’t treat me like a troublemaker. He recognized I was just a fucked up kid trying my best in a system designed to fail.”
tagging @revenantlore @digital-chance @anoelleart @cheadarchesse and YOU to find the words: harsh, gentle, soft, and loud!
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Hi Ashlie it's lil anon again 💗 I hope you have adjusted to your meds and had fun experimenting with gouache... That sounds cool, I wish I could do that but too bad I don't have a single creative bone in my body 😭 it's okay I'll stick to playing viddy games...
There is something I want to bring up for your consideration that's been bouncing around in my head. When Hansuke mentioned that it was hard for him to get into medical school despite his excellent grades, people concluded that Yui must have stood in his way and Hansuke's mother probably made a deal with her, correct? That felt like such a relevant tidbit that will come up again, because otherwise why the effort to draw those panels. So... I think there might be a parallel to Nol here. We know he is going to spend the 4 year time skip abroad, right? But how will he get there, when Yui is so opposed to it and needs to keep him under her thumb? So 🤔 I've been thinking maybe Rand makes a similar deal with Yui so she lets Nol go. Not sure what the details of the deal will be, but it could even be something like "I'll get the kid into any school he wants if you step down from the CEO position within the next 5 years and let Kousuke take over, and don't plot anything against me ever again". It's a big sacrifice, but it feels like Rand had some extremely harsh realizations about how miserable Nol is after finding his scarf in the pool, and then finding him bleeding in the snow and the Ivan the Terrible reference. It feels so much like he has reached his end, "it's not my message to pass along anymore" felt so pointed. I also keep thinking about how guilty Rand must be feeling. He didn't only fail his own son, he failed to protect NESSA'S CHILD ;A; someone so precious and important to her, someone she loved so dearly. Even if it was unspoken it's clear that she counted on Rand to take care of their son when she couldn't anymore, and he failed her miserably. Gawd just thinking about that makes me wanna cry 😔😭💔 So maybe this will be what pushes him to step up and actually do something useful for his child, maybe that deal will be his self-sacrifice. What are your thoughts on this? I know I might be reaching, it might be Yu Jing's article that will help Nol go abroad, and I'm very aware of the death flags surrounding Rand, and maybe he'll just die or Yui kills him and that's that. With Kousuke having all these realizations it's not unlikely that Yui gets rid of Rand so they don't become allies. But I don't want his death to be so... pointless, I guess? BE A FATHER EVEN IF JUST ONCE IN YOUR LIFE DAMMIT ;A;
On a lighter but similarly emotional note, when do you think Shinae and Nol are going to be on a first/real name basis? It might be just me but I feel like it's coming 👀 It's been said a thousand times (and good, let's manifest it 🤞🏾) that they must be on the same page by the end of season 1 for the story to flow smoothly. And that must include the names as well, right? Because the names are a big part of the distance between them and to Shinae, "Yeonggi" isn't enough anymore, she wants "Nol". And, in theory, he must first accept his name before he is comfortable with her saying it, but maybe the other way around would work better. If he lets her into the circle of people who can call him Nol even if he isn't completely ready for it, maybe that will actually be the important first step to accept himself. Because if Shinae accepts that side of him and doesn't think he's horrible, then he can't be that horrible, right. Basically a you don't have to love yourself for other people to love you and with time you can see yourself through their eyes and find that everything you dislike about yourself doesn't make you unlovable because they love you regardless type of thing. Does that make sense? I hope you understand what I'm trying to get at 😅 He also doesn't want to be vulnerable and open up as Yeonggi, it's not part of that persona. But maybe once she is on the Nol side for good, he can be more honest, because she is already there so why not. Not that he'll immediately tell her everything, obviously, but just be more honest dude just tell her that you're scared and not ready for certain conversations yet instead of putting up a front! But either way regardless of when, the moment they say each others first/real names is going to be SOOOOOO meaningful so vulnerable so intimate I will simply die on the spot I will just explode 💥 -lil anon 😼 (who still can't keep their messages short)
Lil Anon!!!!! 💗 Okay, ngl I am a big proponent of "creativity is very much a skill anyone and everyone can learn" just that some of us (and myself included lmao) need a little more effort to learn. But also gouache is so fun because I'm realizing so much of painting is about the insinuation of things, rather than painting out every detail? And it's so amazing to me to watch those things come together!!!! But also.... I am not great at video games so I guess at the end of the day we really do have our strengths and weaknesses huh? alfjakjfjfa LMAO :3
Also heads up, the last part of this response will have FP 238 spoilers!
Oooohhhh this is such an interesting thought that I HAVEN'T thought about, but I HAVE been thinking a lot about Rand (I have this messy post in the works about him because as much as he makes me angry I find him really interesting in that, like every other character, he is very much someone trying to survive and his struggles to do so have had a lot of ramifications - especially in failing to protect his son with Nessa. I understand why people hate him but I just have SO MANY FEELINGS and like how... maybe a selfish part of him kept him near, even if he couldn't be a good father to him because of Yui, because he reminded him of her, and how maybe as Nol grows up he continues to see so much of himself in him, and how in Rand's eyes that probably is bad because he very much ended up trapped, he very much lost what he loved, he has very much lived in isolation. But that's a whole other thing but the point is: Rand is on my mind so this is a very welcome question!!!!)
I'd never considered the possibility of a parallel because I guess I'd just sort of assumed that information was given to us to show us how far Yui is willing to go, that she was interfering with her own nephew's career in order to - probably - lord something over her sister, to force her to do whatever it was she wanted, that we are meant to further understand that Yui is so unstoppable even her own sisters can't do anything, and that this isn't the first time Hansuke's career has been on the line. BUT WITH THAT SAID it would make an incredibly interesting parallel! I think in a lot of ways Rand did think he was doing what was right, what he could do. I think a lot about what he said when Nol pleaded guilty, about how he should have sent him away to a boarding school and that as much as a lot of that was said out of actual anger and agitation, at the end of the day Rand cares so much because he loves Nol, even if he was never allowed to act on it, even if he had to repress it and keep it bottled away where it began to fester. Something I think a lot about parenthood in general but esp in ILY is that no one has the foresight to know how things will work out, so parents are doing what they think is best. Often they are wrong, they make mistakes, but again, we are only capable of trying to learn from our mistakes, we can't see how things would play out. Would Nol have been safer at boarding school? Would he have actually been out of Yui's reach? But that's a whole other post (that is coming)
THAT SAID I think yes Rand carries a lot of guilt and knows that he has not been able to protect either of his sons the way he wishes he could have and now he is at this sort of.... fork in the road. Until now, Nol was so very alone, has been surrounded by people who can't be trusted, people of this society who would sell him out immediately. But Rand has seen in Shinae and Nol this connection that maybe he even recognizes much like the one he and Nessa had, that Shinae is very much like she was in her willingness to reach out to and protect Nol, her willingness to stand up for him against even the scariest opponents. In the same night he nearly lost his son, he saw how many people rallied around him, were willing to stand by his side and wait for him to wake up and I think that, yes, it gave him this sense of understanding. Nol is no longer alone, and while it's not him at his side, he knows that the people who are will fight for him, are people who truly love him the way he deserved all this time. And I think that's yes why he is willing to transition out of Nol's life - because he knows that he hasn't been able to provide him the protection he needs. That he CAN'T.
And the idea of him sacrificing himself for Nol's sake (and frankly, Kousuke's, too) would be interesting, because I very much think Shinae will "sacrifice" herself to Yui in order to protect her father, will take up Yui's offer if it means keeping away from her family. What an interesting parallel it would be, too, for both of these people who have put themselves in harms way to protect those they love (I know Rand doesn't seem it, but I think he is a person who has very much been a victim of him circumstances and that he has reached a point in this story that he is willing to get hurt to protect them, that he is finally openly fighting back the way he can in an effort to protect them).
I honestly.... HATE the theory about Rand dying even though the death flags are everywhere lmao ;_____; I feel like I'm constantly closing my eyes to them because I cannot bear to think of what it would mean for both Nol and Kousuke, for neither of them to get that closure. I hate the thought of Nol being left a literal orphan, of Kousuke never knowing that he was loved, like it KILLS ME but it really feels like we're hurtling there and aflkjkafjkafjkaf [SCREAMS] I'd so much prefer that like... Rand have a heart attack that incapacities him or something ;A; - especially because Nana has her own death flags and again, the thought of Nol just being left with NONE of his family?! GOD THAT KILLS ME.
But also I am very much in favor of Rand making such a sacrifice. Something I've been thinking about is that a lot of why Rand's hands were tied was because he was trying to get this far - and now that he has, now that Nol is in safe hands, maybe it IS time to make a sacrifice, to step out of Nol's life and "set him free", if he could give Yui something she wants enough to let Nol go. The thing is.... Yui is very much aware of the effect Nol has on Kousuke, and why it's necessary to keep him around, but perhaps with what Kousuke is learning, that won't remain a matter? I think there is a LOT that is up in the air right now, but I do think we are at a point where Rand COULD make that kind of offer, where he can finally face Yui and fight back in his own way and do something to set his son free of all of this. I think I lean more sympathetic to Rand than most do but I would love to see him take an action that can actually demonstrate to Nol that Rand has always cared, that until now he didn't have other options, that until now he'd thought that this was the safest route.
(But honestly? What was ;__________;)
I JUST WANT TRAGIC FAMILY CLOSURE SOOOOOOOO BADLY AND IT HURTS ME THAT WE MAY NEVER GET IT LMAO ;A;
BUT ON A LIGHTER NOTE YES YES YES ALL OF THIS YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS ;A; once again and as always YOU GET IT YOU TOTALLY GET IT!!!!!!!!
I think Nol and Shinae's story is VERY MUCH a matter of like.... yeah, you don't have to love yourself to be loved, that's bullshit, we all know it's not true. That maybe you can learn to love yourself by being loved. That maybe through the process of being loved you can start to see yourself through their eyes, the version of yourself that they see and love and that it can make that version of you come to life. That even though Nol sees himself as this unworthy monster, that he has been made to feel like he's nothing, a nobody - she can show him that he's something, somebody, she can say his name with an affection that no one else has ever said it with, that she can breathe new life to something that was taken from him and ruined.
I think we VERY much are approaching that point and Nol learning that Yui has been drugging even Kousuke honestly may be the beginning (or again I might just be being very hopeful). I keep reiterating that Nol needs to know this goes beyond him. I want Shinae to get to sit down and talk to him - not just about their feelings but about Yui, that even before Yui knew about their attachments, that she was already put through hell. Tell him about Kousuke's birthday, something that shows Nol even if he leaves Yui already has her claws in her, was already interested even before it involved him. Tell him about the offer because she will end up taking it one way or another and it's better than he knows how, so he's reminded how much she hates this woman, too.
And maybe if Nol can see that it's more than just him, maybe he can see that there is no point in pushing her away. And if that isn't enough, maybe she can convince him how very much they can't ignore any of this, to prove to him how badly she wants to know him, Nol, to see him and meet those secret parts of him he doesn't want anyone to say. To say the name that has felt like a lashing so many times used by everyone else in a way that takes it from nothing to something and makes him want to hear it move. To say her name again and be so familiar (so SO familiar god PLEASE) ;A;
Like IDK I know we've had this conversation a LOT lmao but it just feels like it's two steps forward five steps back if we don't get that closure if they don't have that talk. No one is asking for or expecting him to share everything - to just open up enough to show that he wants to. To admit his fear. If Shinae saw what Dieter did, that kind of fear, how intense it is, and couldn't connect it to what has happened to her, maybe she could get through to him better but at this point she just doesn't know, doesn't understand why he's pushing her. Maybe now that she's realized her own feelings - and can maybe wonder about his - it might make her think of what he said in the alley about fear and people getting hurt but it's a conversation they need to have directly.
And yes, I feel like even from a metaphorical point, he cannot begin to open up as Yeonggi, as this nameless person. They cannot begin anew with her uncertain what to call him, not allowed to use his real name, while he still calls her Yoo. What's he gonna do, maul her and swallow her heart and still call her Yoo? PLEASE. NO.
I feel like it MUST be coming, that some kind of understanding will be coming, even if they know they are separating for a while, even if they know that whatever is between them isn't something that can happen right now, I feel like they HAVE to separate on a true first name basis, right? ;A;!!!!!!!!!
AND I AM DYING FOR IT. /DYING/ I WANT HIM TO SAY HER NAME SO QUIETLY (AND MAYBE BRUSH HER HAIR BACK FROM HER FACE WHEN HE DOES) I WANT HIM TO TWITCH A LITTLE WHEN SHE SAYS THE NAME THAT HAS CAUSED HIM SO MUCH PAIN AND THEN INSTEAD MELT INTO HER. I WANT IT TO BE SO TENDER, SO INTIMATE, THAT HIS NAME NEVER SOUNDED THAT GOOD ON ANYONE'S ELSE'S TONGUE, THAT IT NEVER SOUNDED SO MEANGINGFUL AS WHEN SHE SAYS IT. The intimacy of being the first person to be allowed to say his name, to speak it with so much affection and care that it can undo what others have done to it, that it can breath back the life that was beaten out of it. ;A; What it would mean for her to say it!!!! That thrill of being allowed to share this very secret part, this very special part, something she is so hungry for!!!!!!
Shinae wanting to know everything about him is honestly SO FUCKING TENDER. Like, yes, that's what happens when we find ourselves liking someone, wanting to know everything, wanting to know about the things we were never present for and what shaped them into the person they are, but for Shinae there's that added layer because he has locked out everyone, pushed everyone away, and she wants to know the secrets he won't share, the parts of him that he hides, she wants to privy to every part of him. She wants him in his entirety, she wants to know him and be just as known and GOD to get to breathe his secret name, the forbidden name, the one he would not allow her?
GOD
I cannot even put it into words i just
[explodes on the spot]
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WHEN IT HAPPENS FOR REAL? WHEN HE CALLS HER SHINAE AGAIN? LAKJFKAJKAFKJAFKAKFJJA i can't do this lil anon i aM SO, SO WEAK AND FULL OF EMOTIONS AND TENDERNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS they make me feel sO TENDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
#I Love Yoo#ILY Brainrot#ILY FP#ILY Spoilers#ILY Anon#Lil Anon#Nolan Oliver T. Lochlain#Randulph Hirahara#Shinae Yoo#this ask (like all of your asks) gave me SO MANY FEELINGS#but i had to get my Rand post out of the way so i could answer this#it's being proofread but i think you'll see why i had to get it out of the way and why bringing up this possibility of Rand making such a#sacrifice made me SO EMOTIONAL#i have some big big feelings about Rand these days and like.... just his circumstances ;A;#and how so very much of ILY is a tragedy that cannot be stopped ;A;#;AAAAA;
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March/April 2023 Contest Submission #1: Too Late
Words: ca. 7,000
Setting: Hospital modern AU
Lemon: no
Content: n/a
Song: Too Late by Journey
Too Late
“As the severe weather watch continues to go through the next 24 hours, Arendelle PD have begun issuing statements regarding suspending all travel in and out of the city as the storm progresses. Anticipate wind chill temperatures to reach 20 degrees below zero. This would…”
While the telecast droned on with the same repeating news story, Anna let out a quiet sigh as she stepped out of the MedSurg patient room. Scribbling a quick note on her clipboard, she tied to ignore the annoyed, and quite vocal, complaints regarding needing to cancel the now recovered man’s evening discharge plans until the winter storm passed.
It was unfortunate, and with the holiday weekend barely a day away, Anna hated having to be the bearer of such bad news. No one wanted to be held up in the hospital for any longer than necessary, let alone when there were presents to still buy, meals to shop and prepare for, ungodly traffic to beat, and last-minute flights to catch as families traveled across the country to see their loved ones.
But her hands were tied. It was a safety policy, for both patients and their caregivers, especially in setting of a ‘once in a generation’ ice storm. ER admissions already spike bed enough with regular snowy weather, let alone sub-zero conditions mixed with sheer ice and hail. In the back of her mind, she desperately hoped she wouldn’t have any patients leave against medical advice, terrified of the thought of them returning mere hours later after some accident.
With a weak grimace on her lips, she flipped to the page below her notes, scanning the next patient’s name and room number to follow-up on. Labs looked perfect. IV fluids have been discontinued. Heart rate managed. Looked like another was good to go, probably for first thing in the morning.
Another one she’d likely need to explain about potential delays on that discharge home. Wonderful.
Before she could dwell too much on the impending conversation, a monotone alert sound beeped from the small television across from the Nurses station. Anna glanced up, actually paying attention to the words on the telecast this time.
“.. City Officials have just issued a total city-wide public transit and non-emergent Driving Ban, now set to take effect at 8pm this evening and run through Noon tomorrow...”
Anna felt the air drain from her lungs, processing the information. Her shift didn’t let off until midnight; way too late to make that cut-off. And without any access to even the local train now, she was just as stuck in this sterile prison as her patients.
Just great..
Heaving a breath that was more worn than she had expected, with being barely halfway through her shift, she swerved from her direct path to the next room, instead leaning onto the long stretch of counter-top. She let her head fall into her arms, ignoring the stiff white fabric scuffing up her red bangs or how her clipboard scraped and clattered against the marble surface.
“Dammit.. stupid cow..”
A grumbled voice made her lift her head, chin resting on her forearms, green eyes falling on a nurse who was quickly shuffling about behind the counter; a nurse she didn’t recognize from this Unit.. and by the woman’s appearance alone, simply at a passing first glance, brilliant platinum blonde hair falling down a slight curve of her shoulders and pale snowy skin accentuated under the nursing staff’s uniform navy blue scrubs, Anna could say with a million percent certainty that she would have remembered her.
Interest piqued (for multiple reasons that’d she’d rather not say), she watched the nurse hurriedly pushed away from her computer med-cart to reach for some paperwork, flipping open an old school hard-copy chart, and then looking back up in the direction she had come.
Did she say a cow?
Curious, Anna looked in the direction too, eyes passing over the TV screen and then scanning the paintings on the distant wall. When no four-legged, udder bearing animals were seen, she scanned the desk. Maybe one of the nurses’ water bottle stickers were bovine-esq? No. There was a poorly hidden bagel with a Laughing Cow cream cheese packet opened beside it, but that (obvious infection control citation) couldn’t possibly be it; not when the hospital wasn’t due for a State survey any time soon.
Her eyes glanced back to the blonde who was now preoccupied by nearly slamming her ID badge repeatedly against the computer’s cart before flopping into a chair; its wheels sliding a few inches against the force. Anna swallowed before finally piping up.
“Uhm..?”
The other woman startled, back straightening while looking over her shoulder. She was immediately blushing, spinning and scooting her wheely-chair up to the desk, looking up toward Anna. “Ah, sorry! I didn’t see you. Did you have a question on one of mine?” she asked, reaching for her clipboard filled with graphed patient demographics, very similar to Anna’s own.
Deep blue eyes stared up at her, and while Anna had almost guessed that the woman would have blue eyes, she was not at all prepared for how absolutely sparkling they were; like gemstones, shining brilliantly, looking way too pretty for the backdrop of a sterile MedSurg floor.
Anna shook her head slightly, clearing her throat. When did it become so tight? “No, well, not right now at least.” She tilted her head, clearly interested, and gave a quirk of her lip. “My question’s related to the cow you mentioned.”
Those eyes widened, looking so unbelievably clear and bright, like glacial water; their prettiness leaving the redhead momentarily stunned. Ugh, Anna seriously needed to stop focusing on them! Pretty eyes were her downfall in any scenario. But, actually, now clearly seeing the woman’s features full on, Anna realized that it wasn’t just those baby blues that would be her untimely end. Not when this unknown nurse may just be the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Ever. With all the terrible weather hitching up her usual easygoing evening shifts, what sort of good grace was this impromptu intermission?
And if it couldn’t get better, this beautiful person smiled bashfully and began to giggle; a delicate hand rising to her red, lip-gloss polished lips (which Anna refused to acknowledge that she had acknowledged at all).
“Oh gosh..” She laughed and Anna could swear it was like a crystal bell chiming. “I was referring to the computer on wheels; COW is much more fitting,” she said, gesturing back to the computer cart beside her; its main screen presenting with the spinning wheel of doom. The nurse gave a lopsided smile, but behind it was a weary frustration. “It froze over 5 minutes ago, and it says I’m logged in so I can’t even get onto another computer. Now I can’t access my med lists.. and it’s my first day so I don’t know the protocols, reaching Pharmacy is like a crap shoot right now, and IT isn’t returning any calls..”
Her annoyed groan following the almost pitiful ramblings brought an empathetic smile to Anna’s lips. She placed her paperwork onto the desk, and slid around the station to an unused desktop.
“Little heads up: even on a normal night, IT never calls back when they see it’s from MedSurg.” She grinned, trying to alleviate the other’s tension with a little joke and it seemed to work as the blonde lifted her face and smiled back. She began to type on the computer. “I’m covering the Unit right now, so I’ll pull up the patient’s charts for you in the meantime.” She reached a hand out. “I’m Anna Thompson, by the way; Dr. Sven’s PA.”
The way the nurse smiled, consisting of a bit of relief and happiness, made Anna melt a little inside.
“I’m Elsa. Nice to finally put a face to one of the many E-Signatures.”
“So,” Anna drawled after a short beat. “Sorta sounds like it’s been a great first day.” Her voice was light and teasing. It drew a sarcastic laugh from Elsa.
“The best,” she replied with a wry look. Anna almost forgot what she was doing while catching sight of such an expression. She had never said this about a co-worker before, but seriously, this woman was too attractive. “My shift’s supposed to end at 9, but..” She glanced at the screen of the TV.
“Too late to escape?” Anna quirked her lips up with a dry smirk. It grew into more of beam when she heard the light chuckle in agreement.
Paired with a weary sigh, Elsa’s voice became wistful yet exasperated all the same. “Guess I gotta bunk up here tonight. My supervisor texted me explaining how they get out emergency cots for overnight staff or something like that.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of them needing it a few years back; never had to live through it myself, though,” she said. “Okay, and here we.. go.”
Tapping the mouse one more time, Anna leaned back in her chair, sliding away for Elsa to access the screen. She watched the nurse for a moment, lips wiggling in consideration. She’ll never admit it as the distracting cause, but when Elsa bit her lip in thought while copying down the med list, the look was endearingly cute and stirring a little tizzy in the forefront of her brain. Under that dizzying spell, she paid no attention to the words loosely falling from her mouth.
“When I’m done Rounding later, we could go to the physician On Call room.” She glanced away when she saw the other woman turn to her, no doubt surprised by the offer. Hell, Anna was also surprised that she’d voiced the idea. She shrugged a bit awkwardly, realizing how forward it now sounded as it reverberated in her ears. A proposition almost. “Ah.. yeah, ya know, it, uh, it’s got better beds than those emergency cots. It’d be nicer to sleep in.. f-for you.. A-and it’s bunk beds!” She practically tripped over adding the last comment as a disclaimer, hoping it would reduce the impact of her earlier wording.
“Uh.. wow, that’s very kind to offer.” The other woman looked as disbelieving as she sounded in the breathy statement, and Anna felt the nervousness rise in her belly.
Yeah, probably sounding a little too kind coming from a team member she just met, she chastised herself before shrugging again, hopefully not seeming too unraveled.
“Hah. It’s nothing. Unprecedented times, ya know? Gotta look out for each other.” She ended with a smile, making sure it looked nothing but welcoming, and stuffing down all other possible emotions that could peak through right now. It seemed to work because Elsa nodded after a minute.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Far be it from me to pass up an offer of decent sleep.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later then,” Anna chirped, pushing away from the table and grabbing her paperwork. She thumbed toward the computer. “Just promise to log me out once you get all your patients’ med info.”
“Will do..” The blonde’s pleasant smile morphed into a playful smirk that could only be described as teetering on mischievous. “..right after I send a hospital-wide email saying you’ll be bringing donuts for everyone tomorrow because you left your computer unsupervised.”
The veiled threat of email hacking went completely unheard as that expression violently jack-hammered itself into Anna’s visual memory.
…
Anna closed her computer, head falling back tiredly. Even if she wasn’t able to leave the hospital, she was eternally thankful that the Hospitalist coming on shift voluntarily arrived early to beat the travel ban. With the MedSurg bed availability now backlogged with mostly healthy patients, it definitely lightened the rest of Anna’s workload at the end of her shift.
She pushed back from her desk, attention now allowed to freely turn to the thing she was looking forward to most over these last 5 hours.
She stripped her white coat off and tucked it into the crook of her arm, hoping the lack of attire would signal that she was currently off-shift and that all clinical questions would be diverted to the physician.
Within minutes she was sweeping past the quiet nursing desk, hand dancing along the cold counter-top while she peered around the dimly lit vicinity. All of the med carts (or ‘cows’) were gone, meaning whichever nurses were here were currently in the patient rooms. But there was a light coming from the chart room, so she snuck around and peaked inside. There, thoroughly engrossed in a Kindle, sat the beautiful blonde nurse. Anna cleared her throat, making the woman jump for the second time this evening.
“Oh!” she said with what Anna wanted to label as a rising excitement. “You’re all done?”
“Yeah, sorry you had to wait on me,” Anna apologized, rubbing a hand behind her neck. “If you were tried, I’m sure the cots they set up would have sufficed..”
Elsa grinned with a lifting brow, gathering up her coat and lunchbox. “After how you sold the coziness of the On Call room, how could I possibly imagine slumming it in the makeshift shelter in a cafeteria?” She did make a face at the description. “Apparently there’s about 100 staff members bunking down there right now.”
“Well lucky for you..” Anna chimed while grabbing her badge from her collar, pulling the elongating string while moving it. “..I have the magic touch to access a good night’s rest.”
For a moment, Anna almost backtracked at how that phrasing also came out, if not sounding worse than her earlier comment, but the cute little blush that flushed Elsa’s cheeks left her buzzing without a care in the world.
…
At the bottom of the stairwell, Anna led them to the first door around the corner. With her dangling ID in hand, she badged open the room filled with two bunk bed sets, practically visualizing the corner bed she had taken up on many night shifts in the past. But she was met with each bed already filled with what appeared to be sleeping physicians, ones she only recognized from passing staff meetings. The Chief Medical Officer, basically her boss, was also there and almost falling out of the top bed.. she considered helping, but that was Anna’s favorite bed, so she ignored it. More pressing things to deal with.
“Damnit..” Anna muttered, slowly closing the door and turning to face Elsa. She put on a reassuring smile. “I guess we gotta check the ICU’s wing next.” At the agreeable expression, Anna noted a bit of energy dropping from the woman; be it the late hour after a long day’s work, or just the slight sense of disappointment, Anna wouldn’t stand for it. She centered herself in front of Elsa. “Don’t worry, the next one is actually bigger. Being in the basement, less people come down here, so that’s why it was my first go-to.”
She gave a warm smile, motioning for Elsa to follow her. And she felt that familiar warmth spread in her chest as the blonde laughed and nodded, following in step, offering up a trust Anna could only feel grateful for.
Unfortunately, their arrival at the next overnight room was also met with a similar fate; full of staff already calling it a night, or at the very least, catching some brief shut-eye until the next pager went off. But Anna, again, assured Elsa that this was not the end of their search. A few more floors were left to check.
Soon, they gradually made their way around the building, and what had begun as a destination based mission somehow transformed into a spontaneous tour; Anna showing Elsa some new shortcuts and different parts of the absolutely massive hospital. It didn’t even matter that they began the arduous task of ascending the flights after agreeing to take the stairs (to be ‘healthy’ or something, Anna couldn’t recall much other than how the stairwell shadows delightfully played over Elsa’s face).
Besides, how could it matter when it tacked more minutes onto their time, allowing more chances for conversation to flow. What was discussed may have sounded frivolous to nearby staff, but to the young redhead, it was all she could have asked for after an exceedingly draining day.
Like arriving on the 3rd floor, she learned how Elsa had gotten her BSN 3 years before Anna finished PA school. Or how on the 4th floor, she’d learned the random fact that they were both dog people who’d never lived in an apartment that allowed dogs. Or on the 5th floor, that Elsa was an Arendelle Transplant who’d recently up and left the Golden Coast for adventures up in the Northeast; Anna really loved how that topic led to floors worth of dual lamenting of the marvelous weather they were having, and more tidbits about what living in the area entailed.
9th floor. The final medical ward of the Main Campus, and the final possible On Call bunking.
After failure after failure, as they approached the last door, Anna instantly found herself praying for an end to their search; that their oasis of slumber lay just beyond this door. She opened it with a quick swipe of her badge and yet again, she felt her excitement plummet. The six bed room was already filled with a bunch of physicians and assistants stuck for the night. Giving a small passing wave and forced smile to the few awake PAs, she backed out and quietly shut the door.
Already knowing that she would meet those same disappointed eyes once more, Anna just sighed, defeated, turning and going toward the elevator room. She didn’t feel up for the stairs any more.
It was quiet as they waited and then stepped into the lift. In the semi-awkward silence, Anna went to press the 1st floor button where the emergency shelter had been set-up, feeling utterly defeated in her endeavor.
Why did she feel like such a let down? Was it because she’d built up this sense of a happy ending? Was it because she’d wanted to impress this nurse who’d she’d only just met, but instead had basically just revealed she was a failure at navigation? Or that she was terribly unlucky? All of the above?
“Hey,” she heard the woman quietly say beside her, although it boomed in the stillness of the confined space, gentle periodic beeps indicating their descent peppering in the background. “Thanks for trying so hard.”
It made a huge flare alight every freckle across Anna’s face at hearing the deep appreciation in the tone, an automatic goofy smile lifting the corner of her mouth. “Yeah.. hopefully this doesn’t reflect on how you see my reliability in the future,” she weakly joked while the metal doors slid open, both women stepping out. She was relieved to see Elsa shake her head, tiny blonde hairs tousling loose from her day’s well-worn braid.
“Not at all. Honestly, it shows me how tenacious you are.” She beamed brightly down at the redhead. “It’s a great trait to see in my team members. I’m..” Words suddenly pausing, her blue eyes glanced to the side, face a bit bashful, similar to what Anna had seen earlier up on the patient floor; absolutely adorable. Elsa chewed at her lips before shrugging, seeming to just accept what words came to mind. “I’m really glad we get to work the same unit.”
Although Anna could immediately second that thought, not exactly sure if it actually got verbalized aloud or not, her mind was a flutter of increasing sense of failure. She wanted, so so badly, to impress her new colleague.. maybe status of work-friend by this point? To offer this sweet woman something nice on a stressful first day during such a crazy and unprecedented event.
Plus, she couldn’t discount the joy this little adventure had brought her over the past hour. The one-on-one time between just them; a shared goal with generic yet very pleasant conversation. Hearing the bustling voices of stranded staff members coming from the main cafeteria doors only reminded her that this blissful carefree time together was coming to an end.. probably leaving their only future encounters up to business-only patient care exchanges, and maybe haphazardly trying to schedule a lunch break together.. but who was she kidding, nurses barely got the chance to get their scheduled breaks on time-
Somewhere the midst of her rambling and downward spiraling thoughts, a thought struck her, hard, shooting down her veins like hot lightning; a previously dismissed memory of passing conversation way back during her initial orientation. She blindly reached out and took the nurse’s hand, abruptly stopping Elsa in her tracks before entering the crowded room.
“Wait, I got one more place to try!” Quickly spinning the two, she began heading off to a destination she had heard of but was less familiar with, dragging the pair back into the stairwell and back down to the basement level, this time turning toward the quiet underground Campus connector.
It was maybe 15 quick steps into their ongoing journey across the massive Medical Center when Anna distantly, and soon very consciously, became aware that Elsa had given no indication of letting go of their joined hands.
Oh. Her skin was so soft. Skin that was somehow warm yet cool to the touch against her burning grasp; softer than her specially picked Butter Soft Scrubs to get her through long hours of work. To feel such physical relief in this touch was way better and she could only shudder at the thought of letting that softness be what covered her body instead-
Whoah. Fuck, hold up, she thought as her breath hitched, hand closing a bit tighter on reaction. Anna, no, you can’t be thinking like that. At all! Her earlier thoughts had been inappropriate enough, ogling the nurse, appreciating her attractiveness.. but thinking beyond that was really..
She gave a discreet side glance, watching the blonde, briefly, taking in considering aspects that she hadn’t given thought to before.
How her skin remained so fair and snowy-tinted despite the fluorescent glow overhead; how she was actually substantially taller than her, but it couldn’t be more than 2 inches once the nursing clogs were accounted for; how she kept the smallest smile on her plump red lips, even while at ease; how her hand for so nicely in hers, fingers so undeniably deftly capable of the most intricate motions for performing gentle patient care and likely so much more..
When her heart stuttered, she looked away, knowing her face was flushing as a tinge of guilt rose in her.
This is completely out of bounds of work relationships.. too inappropriate.
She dropped her hand away quickly, shoving in into her deep scrub pocket, cracking a large grin and apologetic smile, hoping her voice sounded light and easy. “Sorry, hah,” she added with a chuckle, 100% knowing at least a hint of her embarrassment bled through since there was so much dammed up behind it. “I’m getting too excited to find a place to sleep after all this walking.”
There was a hesitant beat before Elsa responded in a gentle tone, also adding a light laugh. “Trust me, I’d rather be walking than on my feet slowly moving my med cart from room to room. My AppleWatch even reminded me that I’ve doubled my daily steps!” Her face turned toward the PA as her giggles trailed off. “Seriously though, steps aside, you’ve made this the highlight of my day, Anna.”
Anna glanced at her again, this time catching a glowing smile. And, back-lit with the yellow gold of old indoor lighting, that crinkle at the sides of deep glacial pools, that expression was utterly breathtaking.
Feeling her face heat up again, heart leaping to her already nervous throat, she couldn’t help the silly thought of naming that a Code Blue Smile. Because She was pretty sure that if she was ever exposed to that kind of expression ever again, her stumbling heart would go into cardiac arrest.
…
They reached the end of the almost empty hall on the oldest hospital wing. Anna had recalled Dr. Sven mentioning it before, how way back in the olden days this was the original ICU floor before the connected new building had been built across the street. From a quick sweep, this unit seemed left barren, old rooms previously meant for treating the sickest of patients, now lay dark and stacked with unlabeled boxes, cleaning supplies, extra materials, and carts of various sizes probably on-hand for Facilities personnel.
It was eerily quiet, the witching hour only adding to the creepiness. A chill ran down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Now, Anna wasn’t one to spook easily, but she almost wished to use that excuse to reach out and take that soft hand into hers once again. She did steal a quick glance, noting the blonde anxiously rubbing her elbow. Was Elsa nervous? Or maybe it was just for warmth. It was colder in this area too, Anna began to realize. Maybe that was the actual origin of her goosebumps.
“Well they obviously don’t care to heat all the areas of the hospital. If we find a thermostat, I’m turning it up,” Elsa remarked with a shiver, pulling her lower lip in while scanning the rooms. Anna noticed the nurse stop at the old Nursing station, placing her lunchbox down and begin pulling on her coat. “What are you looking for, exactly?”
As the question was asked into the quietness, Anna’s eyes fell on the labeled plaque she’d been scanning the walls for. She raised her arm, pointing. “That!”
The relic of a Hospitalist On Call room.
The pair hurried over to the door and Anna’s excited grin suddenly lessened, noticing there was no badge scanner next to it; just a standard door lock. This really should have registered in her mind sooner. Back in Dr. Sven’s early days, technology mustn’t have reached today’s level. Just how long ago was the ‘new’ building built then? What constituted as ‘new’ anyway? For the first time in her 4ish years working her, she wished she’d have paid a bit more attention to the hospital’s history, because no doubt this dated to the 90’s.
With a desperate hope in her body, one last thread to hang onto, she lifted her hand to the cold door handle and firmly pushed down.
The resistance was loud and heavy, causing a painful recoil to ricochet through her; not physically painful, but completely tearing at her psyche. She rested her forehead against the door, lightly tapping it in rhythmic and dramatic frustration.
“This whole journey hasn’t been very successful, has it..” Elsa offered gently with a slightly awkward tone. She shook her head, still smiling, and Anna felt a light touch fall to her forearm. Stopping her depreciating action, she turned her head away from the door and glanced up at those deep eyes again, seeing such a kindness in Elsa’s gaze. Amusement even. “It has been quite amusing though. But we should probably head back. Hopefully not all the cots have been filled yet.”
The touch on her arm firmed and slid to her wrist, and Anna felt herself being tugged lightly, so much gentler than the action she had pulled earlier.
“Yeah.. yeah, you’re right..” She sighed, easily giving in to the action, not about to fight any touch that Elsa was guiding her with. Not when she felt like a shell, almost more of a failure than at the end of their first ending.
She fell in step with the blonde and the two started to head back to the Unit’s entrance when Anna noticed Elsa stop short. She paused a step later, looking at the woman. Before a question could fall from her lips, she watched an open mouthed smile split across Elsa’s face and an arm lift toward one of the now storage rooms.
“Oh my gosh.. do you see that?” she asked with something akin to pleasant shock.
And yes, within a fleeting second, Anna definitely saw that.
Through the closed double glass doors of the darkened room, with a chipped number R101 plastered over top the door-frame, was a mechanical patient bed.
With a shared glance, expressions mirroring some amused delight with giddy laughs accompanying, the duo scrambled over to the doors. Holding her breath for a moment, Anna grabbed the sliding door’s grooved handle and pulled. The magnitude of relief she felt when it slid open was like a waterfall crashing down after suffering a desert’s drought. Success!
Elsa moved to the adjacent side of the room, carefully scanning the slew of buttons that still lined the walls. Anna didn’t dare touch anything of the sort, only trusting a nurse to not accidentally push an old Code Blue alert that may or may-not still trigger in the electrical system. But seconds later, the lights flickered on and the two glanced over their treasure.
“I can’t believe we actually found something out of all of this. And it turned out to just be an extra of these beds.” Elsa’s voice was a mixture of all the emotions Anna knew she was also feeling. She ran a hand through her bangs. “Might as well have tried to grab an empty room up on the medical units at this point.”
Anna put her hands on the bed rails, clicking the release button to access the stripped mattress. “Yeah, but there’s no way every room won’t be filled by tomorrow morning if the ER’s influx gets too bad.” Elsa hummed in agreement.
“It’s just too bad there’s only one in storage right now,” she said, turning and sticking her head of the doorway, trying to quickly scan the other rooms for any others. “No doubt Triage came to pick up extra beds to prepare for that influx too..”
“Right..” Anna murmured, watching Elsa’s movement before letting her gaze fall back to the bed. It looked very inviting and for the first time since her shift ended, the late hour began to weigh on her tired mind, eyes blinking in a little flutter as a yawn was nearly beckoned forth. “Well, with everything that’s been going on, we could try to make the best of this and sleep together..” When she saw the rapid turn of the blonde’s head, fishtail braid whipping around in her peripheral, Anna’s spine straightened. Her hands flew up in an appeasing reaction. “Ah.. I, uh, what I meant.. like, it’s still a bed a-and it’d be better than a cot and it’s quiet here cuz it’s just us and..”
When she glanced at the wide-eyed stare she was receiving, she felt her face grow redder and hotter than ever, ears feeling like a scorching fire. She stumbled over herself, trying to back away from what she wasn’t even sure she had been meaning to say out loud, thoughts and completely unsuitable desires mingling in the front of her mind, both apparently spilling into the conversation.
Face blistering, mind completely unfocused in the sheer humiliation realizing exactly what her words sounded like, and must sound even more awkward for her new acquaintance, she shook her head roughly. “T-take this bed. I can use pillows on the floor! Just, uh.. I-I’ll go grab linens off another unit and come back. O-or you can just take the bed and I’ll go back to the cafeteria-”
“Anna.”
She froze, jaw slamming shut noticing that Elsa had closed the distance between them. When she looked at the woman, at this proximity she could see the tinge of pink dusting across those pale cheeks. Oh gosh, she had totally embarrassed this poor woman. Her mind rolled with a sense of anguish.
Yup. That’s it. Good job. Elsa’s noticed your grossness. Here comes the employee harassment lawsuit. You’re going to lose your license before even finishing paying off your loans. Just because you couldn’t stop your perverted thoughts from tainting this amazing time with an amazingly sweet, wonderful, and kind woman who’s also your goddamn co-worker-
“Anna? Earth to Anna. Are you feeling alright?”
She snapped her head up, heat in her face making her feel dizzy, her speech slurring slightly as she swayed from her brash movement. “Huh, wha?” She caught sight of concern blooming across that previous.. something.. expression. And then a hand was on her head.
Steadying. Firm. Cool. Soft. So soft.
“You’re burning up.” The words entered her hazy mind and the next thing she knew, she was being guided to slowly sit on the green mattress pad. When she blinked, a little blue PulseOx had magically appeared on her finger, and before she could make a comment, a piece of metallic tasting plastic was shoved into her mouth; the familiar smell of an alcohol swab distantly wafting in the air.
When the situation finally caught up to her in these languidly passing seconds, she felt a weight melt from her shoulders and a laugh begin in her throat, nearly causing her to lose the obvious thermometer held between her lips. Leave it to her to be caught like this in front of a nurse.
Following a string of high pitched beeps, she felt the item pulled from her mouth and watched as the other woman checked it, an oddly studious expression fixed; one Anna hadn’t seen yet among the myriad of other’s she’d been gifted tonight. It was the ‘I am working’ face, she quickly realized.
“Hm. 98.6..” She reached down and Anna felt the device slide off her finger. “98 oxygen and 62 heartrate now.”
Anna let out a breath. “That’s good.”
Elsa made a face while sliding the items back into her Mary Poppins pockets. “Your heartrate was 104 when you first sat down.” Anna could practically feel her pulse jump at that alone, glad the incriminating PulseOx had been removed. “Are you anemic at all? Is it POTS?” The questions were medically led and completely drenched in concern. A mumbled apology of not having a blood pressure cuff on-hand left Anna shaking her head.
With such sincerity being shown to her, she felt like she was obligated to return it.
“No, no, nothing like that. I’m sorry to worry you.. and I’m sorry about what I said before.” She forced a smile, eyes downward as her hands tucked tightly between her knees, shoulders tensed. “I’m really tired and didn’t mean to say something to make you feel uncomfortable about sleeping here. This is why I try not to work night shifts cuz my brain doesn’t function well after, like, 11.” She tried to laugh it off with the bit of self-depreciation.
“It didn’t.”
Anna looked up from where her eyes had been burning a hole in her pants. She saw Elsa had crossed her arms, gaze also averted. The delicate dusting of pink had returned to her cheeks.
Anna swallowed, staring at her. “Oh.. okay then.”
In the passing moment, she couldn’t help herself from wondering what on earth that response even meant. It didn’t bother her that.. what? That they could both sleep down here? Did she not mistake the bumbled wording for sharing the bed? Or did she mean that Anna’s initial phrasing didn’t bother her? Because, if that was the case, her wording earlier certainly was not the most platonic sounding..
Her pondering was interrupted by Elsa’s voice, the tall body turning around and looking like it was about to step toward the door.
“Linens. I’ll get the linens,” she said in an overly tight voice which had Anna sitting up taller.
She instantly shook her head. As if new-hire Elsa knew where to find the closest linen closet!
“Wait, I’ll go!” Standing quickly, she reached out, grabbing the blonde’s wrist and tugging her back.
In her rapid movement, she hadn’t meant to pull so hard, nor expected Elsa to be so receptive to stop and step into the grip. But here she was, suddenly unpleasantly dancing with gravity, toppling back toward the bed, hand reflexively yanking the arm with her. In the chaos, her foot hit something hard with a loud ‘clack’.
It was hard differentiating the mess of sensations as they arrived over the next 3 seconds. The way her butt and back hit the thin but squishy mattress with a weight landing on top of her, breath lost; the way her heels dragged over the tile floor, a shoe coming loose; the way the wind swept past her head, blonde hair obscuring her view just as the ceiling began to slide; the way there was a hard and loud ‘wham’ that reverberated down her body.
Then stillness.
Gaining her bearings, she first sucked in a deep breath that tasted so much sweeter than she ever remembered hospital air tasting. She was still beneath the new weight, although the pressure was surprisingly soft, the feeling which should be considered suffocating was strangely comfortable. The warmth she felt against her lips almost reflexively triggered the urge to pucker; to press into. And thank whatever higher power made her open her eyes before giving into that primal urge, because she found herself tucked into a slim collarbone that smelled like Sweet Pea while being blanketed by fluffy hair. Heaven. Yes. This was heaven, and she’d bear the immense humiliation, which was no doubt still to come, a million times over for it.
It felt like an eternity before the body above her scrambled upright, sliding off of her, apologies rapidly falling from her mouth. Anna watched leisurely from her place, still laying back, as Elsa stood at her legs, beginning to look around before stepping on something.
There was that ‘clack’ again, and Anna felt the bed shift while doing so. Ah. So she’d stepped on the transport brake before. Given her luck, she wasn’t surprised.
“Are you alright?” she heard, feeling a hand pulling her upright. Anna nodded, still a bit dazed sitting there (for multiple reasons).
“Yeah..” And then she laughed, rubbing her head as the room stopped moving. “Looks like the bed fits both of us after all.” She stopped after those words, lips puckering tight.
At this point, with so many verbal slips this evening, she wasn’t even sure if she was trying to keep her subconscious feelings suppressed. And perhaps it was because, as she’d known from the start, a beautiful woman was always her downfall. Or was it the mixed signals and hints she kept noticing? Hell, it could all be that she’s so beyond tired that it was leading to delusion.
When a minute almost passed with the silence filling between them, she snuck a quick view up at Elsa who was distractedly playing with her fingers; her face pensive, obviously lost in thought. Embarrassed? Appalled? Ashamed? Upset?
Anna was sure she was going to have to get up and leave the growing silence as it seemed neither knew what to say any more, but she heard the tiniest of voices.
“It.. would be warmer, too.. both being on the bed.”
..Huh?
Green eyes blinked, blatantly staring. She caught Elsa glance toward her briefly before looking up at the ceiling, cheeks so red that it put a rose garden to shame. Anna felt her lips quiver as they formed a tiny hopeful grin, cautiously pressing on.
“Body heat means we wouldn’t have to touch that thermostat.” She nodded toward the round wall device beside the light switch. “Less stress to put on the generators.”
“And.. we’d be saving cot space for other employees..” She watched as Elsa slowly brought her attention back, looking at Anna with a mirrored smile; impish, curious, and intrigued. A beautiful combination that stoked a spark in her gut.
“We’re basically doing a public service,” Anna said while standing, carefully reaching out and taking one of Elsa’s cold hands into hers. A pleased smirk tugged tightly over Elsa’s lips as she nodded, gaze holding Anna’s with shared emotion reflected right back.
The air began to warm within the space between them and after a minute, the blonde woman then let out a breath, eyes sliding closed as she shook her head, smile never ceasing.
“Anna, you’ve given me the first day orientation of a life-time, I hope you know.” She tilted her head, lifting a fine brow. “You don’t pull this on all new staff, do you?”
“No! Of course no-” Anna blinked, stopping her incredulous stupor, eyes instead widening at the implication. “Wait.. does that mean you think I’m suave with the ladies?”
Elsa rolled her eyes, free hand waving dismissively. “No, not at all.” Anna instantly frowned. “But you’re kind, and rather charming when flustered. It’s hard not to want to get to know you better.”
Anna squeezed the delicate hand in hers.
“Well it definitely wasn’t my original intention; I was only curious about your cow,” she teased, causing the other woman to tilt her head back, laughing deeply, exposing the smooth skin of her collar. At the sight, Anna sucked in a breath, searching the air between them for the delicious scent of Sweet Pea again. Finding the faintest hints, she savored it greedily. “I’m glad to have been of service, though. But now.. I think we should..”
Freckled cheeks darkened then as she stepped closer to the nurse, free hand tucking loose strands of platinum behind her ear, letting the tips of her nails ghost over a burning cheek while doing so. Moving in, she felt her heart stutter hearing the light inhale coming from between those ruby lips. The sweet scent blossomed around her in the near vicinity, making her head spin. She breathed out, tasting the puff of air ghosting past Elsa’s lips; a strawberry hint behind it. That lip-gloss from earlier.
Anna closed her eyes and bit her lip as she smirked.
“..really go get those blankets-”
But velvety lips were already pressed against hers, silencing the thought with a kiss.
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Fandom: Marvel
Square Filled: “I love you”
Summary: Y/N is becoming a doctor, dammit, no matter what prejudiced idiots in the 40s want to try to stop her. With one final hurdle to clear before getting admission to med school, however, she's about to drop from all the studying and sheer exhaustion. Fortunately for her, she's not in it alone.
Word Count: 1,283
Category: Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I sighed as I stared holes into the book in front of me without really seeing any of the words. I'd been studying for so long, everything had lost all meaning.
Since the age of seven, when I'd seen my dad save somebody's life with CPR at a neighborhood event, I'd wanted to be a doctor. Unfortunately, as a woman in the 40s, med schools weren't exactly lining up to admit me. Every step of my life, I'd had to work ten times as hard as all the men around me. But I'd managed to make it pay off. If I passed my final entrance exam, I'd officially be into med school and on my way to becoming a certified, practicing doctor.
One more exam. That mantra had kept me going all week as I kept my head in the books, but now, I could barely understand half the words as they floated through my mind.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could do this. The test was tomorrow, and I just needed to do a little more revision before calling it a night and getting some sleep.
It took me longer than I would've liked to pry my eyes back open, but I finally managed it. I almost started crying at the thought of trying to read my book and understand it, but before the tears could fall, my guardian angel swept in to save the day.
"Hey, Y/N. Are you with me?"
I dragged my attention away from my book to see my wonderful girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, staring down at me with her hands on her hips. I'd been holed up in my apartment for most of the week, so Angie had invited me to study at the Automat for a change of scenery instead. Her general presence was the only reason I'd made it this far before my complete shutdown.
"I'm with you," I sighed. "Most of the world and my books are blurry and I don't think I understand words anymore, but I'm with you."
Angie sighed. She quickly looked around, and when she found the Automat mostly empty, she slid into the seat next to me.
"Honey, I love you, and I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished, but I think you need to call it a night. I came over here because you look like a zombie at this table. You can't ace the test if you're in too bad of shape to even take it."
I sighed. "I know, I know. You're right. I just need to finish this chapter, and then I'll call it a day."
"Okay, no. You just said you don't understand words anymore, that's a pretty damn good sign that you need to stop what you're doing immediately. Have you even eaten today?"
"...Am I gonna be in trouble if I say no?"
Angie just sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. She stayed like that for a minute, then turned to look at me.
"Alright, here's the plan," she said. I stared back at her, about two seconds away from just keeling over, but my heart still swelled with love just seeing Angie. "I'm gonna go back into the kitchen and make you some scrambled eggs and toast. You're going to trade me your books for a nice, hot meal, and then I'm gonna clock out and we're both gonna go home where you will get some rest."
I hesitated, glancing at the books on my table, but my head started pounding within seconds of seeing them. I grimaced and shut the books at last, then turned to my girlfriend.
"I love you."
She smiled. "I love you too." She squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, then stood.
"I'll be right back with some food."
I nodded, then gathered up and stacked my books. I pushed them to a corner of the table, then kicked back on the bench seat of the diner to watch Angie in the kitchen. She was a force of nature, and any time one of her coworkers tried to question her, she shooed them off with the fire and ferocity that had made me fall in love with her in the first place.
Once she finished, she came back to me, two plates in hand. She slid into the seat next to me and passed me the first plate, the one with a little more food.
"Thank you, Angie," I said, leaning into her as I took my first bite. It was absolutely delicious, and I swear I felt the tension melt out of my shoulders.
"You're welcome. Somebody's gotta keep you on your feet so you can go save everybody else, right?"
I just hummed. We sat shoulder to shoulder as we at our food in comfortable silence, then when we finished, Angie took both our plates to the kitchen. As promised, she clocked out, then came back and picked up my giant stack of books.
"If I bring these home with us instead of dumping them somewhere in the kitchen, can you promise me you won't try to go back to them in the middle of the night or something?" she asked. I sighed and nodded my head. Now that I had food in my stomach, the exhaustion was really starting to set in. "Good. Then let's get outta here, huh?"
She shifted the books into one arm, then held out her free hand for me. I smiled as I slid out of the booth and took it, pulling her close to me. We walked for the doors of the Automat, hand-in-hand and shoulder to shoulder.
"Thank you for taking such good care of me," I muttered, leaning over to press a kiss just below her ear as we stumbled into the cool night air. Angie blushed.
"Well, you always take such good care of everybody else, me included," she said. "Somebody's gotta be around to take care of you, too."
She paused, and I squeezed her hand a little tighter as we walked the few blocks to her apartment. Then she continued, speaking up with barely a block left to go.
"I'm just glad it's me taking care of you and not Sarah, or some other girl who'd do a terrible job."
I smiled and gently leaned into Angie, using just enough of my weight to push her off the sidewalk and behind one of the Griffith's big, decorative bushes. She clutched my books in her arms to keep from dropping them as I leaned in, her back against the stone of the building.
"I'm glad it's you, too," I said, leaning in further with every word. "Nobody else comes close to being as amazing, wonderful, and drop dead gorgeous as you."
She grinned as I finished closing the distance between us and kissed her, hard. Despite everything trying to knock me down or exhaust me to the point of quitting, Angie always kept me going. I loved her, and I wanted to make sure she knew just how much.
We both needed to go to bed, and I had a massive test in the morning, so we couldn't get too carried away. But I was damn sure going to savor every second I could get with her. Tonight, and hopefully for the rest of our lives.
#acb2022#marvel#agent carter#angie martinelli#Angie Martinelli x reader#marvel fanfiction#marvel imagine#marvel one shot#agent carter imagine#agent carter fanfiction#angie martinelli imagine#angie martinelli one shot#agent carter oneshot#angie martinelli fanfiction#1940s#The Automat#the griffith#peggy carter#fluff#miss fry
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okay episode hasn't started yet but this recap reminded us of Lip and Mandy fucking so I'm calling it now, Lip's the father and yet Ian gets the blame? what the fuck Mandy this better just be ur dad jumping to a conclusion because he knows u two are friends
why are Frank and Monica quietly waking up all the kids (including Liam) at 1am?? whilst trying not to wake Fiona?? movie night?? at 1am?? when they all have school?? fucking hell. AND it's a ghost movie? they left Ian out too what
why did Monica slap Fiona's ass. what kind of mother.
I know Terry did not destroy Ian's workplace because of this. Mandy what the fuck r u doing there's no way ur unaware of what ur dad's doing.
Monica's lying to Fiona about taking her meds and Fiona thinks she's doing better this is NOT ending well
Monica leave the damn squirrel fund alone. she's taken the ENTIRE fucking squirrel fund. she's spent the entire squirrel fund on fucking drugs. and a car. she's doing drugs while driving. and I'm pretty sure Liam's with them. SHE'S DOING DRUGS AND ALCOHOL WHILE DRIVING A CAR A BABY IS IN?? FRANK???? HELLO??? HE'S NOT EVEN ON A SEAT. FUCK?? THAT'S A BABY GUYS.
they got out of the car and are arguing because Monica didn't get Frank the drugs he wanted. guys. Liam?? she got back in the car and is driving off Frank what the fuck!!! Liam's IN THE FUCKING CAR!!
Lip's tryna talk to Mandy to get her dad to back off of Ian. even said that if he needs to kill someone he can come after him instead. man. what's Mandy doing??
okay Monica picked up Debbie I'm hoping Liam's alright - Frank's tryna hitchhike tho 😭
Terry went to Ian's school to look for him?? this man needs to grow the fuck up
Monica's encouraging Ian to give up on school and join the army now I'm not sure how good of an idea this is
Sheila took in a homeless crack addict and offered to end his suffering. Sheila u can't keep murdering people
Monica wants another kid?? give Fiona a break dammit - they had Carl, Debbie AND Liam while on drugs?? jesus - please don't have another while on a different type of drug. please.
it's the way Lip entered Ian's workplace and Ian immediately grabbed the gun he's keeping close and got ready to shoot fucking hell this poor boy!!! AND he can't enlist anywhere so he can't achieve his dreams either 😭
Fiona's going on a run like she used to and I'm so glad she's finally doing things she wants to I know this isn't gonna last long
oh shit. Lip and Ian were tried planting a gun in Terry's house to try to get him put in prison so he leaves Ian alone but he fucking returned before they could leave.
Lip escaped but Ian didn't quite manage to for some reason, Terry corners him using a table and points a gun at him and then Mandy magically appears with her own gun?? the fuck?? why didn't she show BEFORE it got to this point??
WAIT Mandy told Terry who's it was?? Terry knows the baby isn't Ian's?? so what the fuck is his problem?? okay so he gets drunk and forgets Mandy had nothing to do with that
MONICA LET CARL DRIVE THE CAR?? THEY CRASHED OBVIOUSLY. OH MY GOD.
Fiona wants to go to college after she gets her GED oh my god she's not gonna be able to.
Monica got arrested!! who would've guessed
Lip just found out the squirrel fund's empty <3 not long until he finds out Monica's the one who took it all!
man I hope Carl's alright. both emotionally and physically
Fiona's just finding out about it all - oh my god. Fiona asked if Carl's okay and Frank goes 'is he okay? what about ur mother? she birthed ur ungrateful asses' FUCK I hate him
Lip knows that Monica spent all the squirrel fund money and told Fiona - he's so pissed off with her. 'she seemed better' Fiona sounds so sad oh my god. she also just found out that Monica tried to get Ian to enlist oh my god. her screaming at Monica to get out of bed what the fuck she sounds so pissed off and upset. fuck! she's cleaning the place up on her own 😭
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#zeke,m.d.
Dr. Ezekiel “Zeke” Hamilton prided himself on his ability to read patients. The downcast eyes and the restless hands always gave away patients who weren’t taking their meds or following their diets. Thus it was quite a shock when he lost everything after his financial adviser and best friend looked him squarely in the eyes with quiet hands and told him his retirement was safe and sound. His ex-pal Jimbo was someplace warm and sunny spending Zeke”s embezzled retirement money with Zeke’s ex wife and Zeke’s ex-dog. Dammit, I liked that dog, thought Zeke. Four years, four months and four days of eating, drinking and fishing were over. Zeke Hamilton M.D. was returning to the world of medicine.
The good news was that he still had a medical license. They last for ten years and he had just re-upped a year before his retirement.The bad news was that he did not have a job. He partly or mostly retired because the medical practice he started was bought out by the local hospital chain. After what I said there’s no way even those guys would take me back he thought.
Zeke looked in the mirror as he primped and prepped for his appointment with the physician placement company. Not bad for 61, he thought. Oprah said 60 is the new 40 and hell Oprah is right about everything. A few gray hairs and a few extra pounds but I’ve still got it. Who wouldn’t want to hire a great looking, intelligent and humble guy like me? He dragged himself away from the mirror and headed off to his interview.
Being a locum tenens doc always sound cool and faintly exotic. In literal terms a locum tenens “held the place” of a full time worker on leave. In practical terms one locum tenens replaced another in a revolving door fashion in places that couldn't find full time physicians. Adaptability and willingness to travel were necessary traits for a locum tenens. Zeke had neither but he figured he could adapt to anything anywhere as long as they paid him well.
Doctors have an arrogance problem. They get the best grades at the best schools and heck they know how your vital organs work. Zeke had it but at least recognized it and tried to fight it. Today though it was hard to fight as he sat in the office of Marian DeWald, physician placement specialist. Maybe it was the three stooges Moe haircut or maybe it was the sloppy trifecta of clothes, desk and attitude but he was fighting the arrogance demons big time today.
“Why are you thinking about locum tenens Dr. Hamilton?”, asked Mrs. DeWald.
So I can work my butt off in some god-forsaken place with a bunch of jerks he thought.
“I just want a change of pace. Retirement was great but I needed to feel useful again. Being a doctor is so much of who I am I couldn’t give it up forever.”
“What kind of position are you interested in?”, she asked.
Any place without hospital administrators or jackass young doctors, he thought.
“I’m flexible”, he said, “I just want to work with good solid people.”
“Did you have any places in mind”, she asked.
Hawaii or Vail would be nice, he thought, but anything would be better than a homeless shelter.
“You know I could probably be happy anywhere as long as I am taking care of patients.”
“That’s a great attitude Dr. Hamilton” she responded, “let’s see what’s available”. “You know that with the all the changes in healthcare locum tenens jobs have become very popular with doctors. We don’t have nearly as many positions available as we did a few years ago.”
Great, thought Zeke, East Armpit here we come.
“Here’s one that might interest you”, she said looking up from her computer screen.
With that haircut I should at least be able to “pick two” he thought.
“Great, what have you got for me?” he answered.
“Now remember to keep an open mind. Some smaller hospitals are actually wonderful places to work”, she said with a smile. “It’s the patients and the people that make the difference”.
Wow, he thought, this must be the physician placement version of the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech Zeke had used with assorted ex-girlfriends over the years.
“There is a small hospital in Nebraska that really needs help” she said.
His mouth was already forming the “no f—king way” when he heard the $5000 a week plus expenses part.
“Nebraska” , he said, I’ve never been to that part of the country. Corn and football are two of my favorite things. What’s the job like?”
“It’s a small hospital, she said, but it services a large area. They need a doc who can handle a lot of different things. The hospital patients need to be rounded on. There is a small ER that needs to be staffed and an outpatient clinic.”
“Would I be working on my own”, he said.
“There is another physician there as well as a nurse practitioner”, she said. “Have you ever worked with a nurse practitioner?”
A nurse what? he thought but answered “oh yeah many times. They are always a great addition to the team”.
“Well that is fantastic Dr. Hamilton”, she said, “ I think this will work out very well for everybody”. “When can you start? They could really use some help out there so the sooner the better”.
“I have a few things I have to do before I leave(that rented DVD has to get back) and some loved ones to notify(OK maybe not) but I can leave in two days if that is convenient”.
“Great, said Mrs. DeWald, we will book a flight for you on Wednesday. I will call them and make all your arrangements. I am sure they will be so excited to see you.”
Now to find that DVD and rustle up some loved ones. He wasn’t even in Nebraska yet and he was talking about rustling, he thought. “Thanks so much for your help,” he answered. I can’t wait for this new adventure. Er, how does compensation work?”
“If you give me your banking information I can arrange a direct deposit every week. Of course the hospital has to be happy with your work. That is part of the arrangement.”
Great, he thought, once again at the mercy of the bozos. “No problem, he said, I am sure they will be very satisfied with my efforts. Goodbye Mrs. De Wald. It has been a pleasure”. Wait, he thought, not pleasure but something that begins with p—pain in the ass, that’s it.
Next thing Zeke he knew he was on a plane to Omaha, Nebraska. First class-not hardly. business class-nope. Econo class with a middle seat and big fatties on either side. I had no idea that Omaha beef referred to humans, he thought, as he tried some meditative self shrinkage techniques. After landing and extricating himself from his fellow passengers Zeke made his way the the rental car kiosk.
“Yes we have your reservation, Dr. Hamilton” said the clerk.
Cedes, Beemer or Lambo thought Zeke.
“Your Hyundai econo car is ready for you”.
These guys really know how to roll out the red carpet, thought Zeke.
Zeke found his car(in between a mercedes and a bmw by the way-thank you god) and prayed it had a GPS. Thankfully it did so he punched in his new home of Woomsey, Nebraska.
Woomsey sounds too much like woe-is-me he thought. Maybe they need a shrink rather than a seasoned GP like me. Oh well they’ve got me now. He hit the gas and away he went to a new chapter in life.
After four hours of country music and “huskers” football news Zeke finally pulled into the parking lot of the medical center. Wow, he thought, I didn’t know Days Inn was branching out into hospitals. The low slung building with the protruding awning screamed “free HBO”. It’s hard to believe this place holds 30 patients, operating rooms and an ER. This place was sure no Massachusetts General Hospital but he had 5000 good reasons to be here. Taking a deep breath he walked in and looked for a friendly face and free HBO.
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All long journeys begin with a first step. As I begin this blog, I respectfully remind myself of a few of my own ‘self-imposed’ Tumbler rules:
Don’t be a blog-hog
No cursing or inappropriate verbiage
Be mindful of reflections in pictures
Follow instructions to the best of my ability
Pablo Picasso said ‘Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.’ You can absolutely expect me to break my own rules here, and probably some rules of the school and general humanity. So here we go -
My first response to this assignment - a semester long blog - is that it might be pretty cool to see a process in action, a record of growth and improvement. My second response was “What a pain in the a** it’s going to be to create a record of my growth on demand (ie. according to schedule).” Whatever.
Anyway, I’m kind of excited to be in the presence of some incredibly talented artists and students. Hopefully some of that will stick with me as we collectively work towards improvement and growth. As I said in class, I REALLY appreciated the anonymity of looking at the art that was submitted and not having the benefit (or liability) of knowing the creator.
Working with text in Photoshop wasn’t a dreadful chore for me, in fact, I like it better than working in Illustrator. I don’t know Illustrator well at all. I would like to be better at it because, as I heard a couple of times in class, paraphrased, I have ideas that I can’t translate to the computer. Perhaps having an extra tool like Illustrator would allow me to broaden my expression.
I REALLY liked the more realistic images presented in class, especially ‘See me in all my colors’ and ‘BeAuty lies deep beneath the surface’. Killer! (Included below for clarification) As far as realism in art goes, it fits in well with my marketing mentality. It’s no secret that I have a commercial bent, and I appreciate art in marketing as well as in museums. The human form in art is much more enticing than a cup of coffee, but for me, I’ve been going through a phase of deep colors - chocolates, off-whites and eggshells to name a few - and of course I do appreciate a good cup of coffee.
Off topic - if you’d like to try the best Turkish coffee in Columbia, it’s right off campus up Devine st. at The Mediterranean Tea Room. Great Med food and a relaxed atmosphere off hours. Not as cozy when they’re busy.
After re-reading the instructions, apparently I’m not supposed to get on here and gab away. I’m supposed to respond to reading pages 16-77 in my red book, so…
It’s a hard read for me, I don’t like reading interviews necessarily, but these were interesting and insightful. It reminds me of reading ‘Ad Age’. Or Playboy. Playboy always has interviews. And just like this book, the photos around it had more appeal than the reading - but required reading is required reading.
My favorite designer in the book had a firm called ‘Kiss Me I’m Polish’. That doesn’t really fit the norm, but what is norm anyway? A lot of these companies have (had) funky names, probably a byproduct of the artsy set. I looked a few up. It sure makes it easy to remember. The two things I related to most were that she was willing to work long days and nights, and it didn’t really seem to affect her. I know that that’s a reality as a commercial designer. She also stated that she felt that most of her clients didn’t really know what they wanted. How true. She recommended listening to them and letting them arrive at what they want. I have experienced this commercially and found that one or two hours of communication (the listening kind - with gentle prodding of course) saves DAYS of creation and proofing.
So, these past two weeks have been critiques with friends, AI assisted design, Photoshop editing (and purchase dammit), and reading interviews from designers and agency owners. Overall, not a bad way to get the feet wet.
I can only hope that the next weeks, months and years will be as exciting and rewarding.
Oh yeah, and we did this thing:
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The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea
Chapter 15: Sol
Silver and Blaze find a Larvesta in some underground ruins and save her life.
Deltarune cameo :)
tw: swearing, misgendering (blaze this time), near death
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Silver and Blaze woke up and got ready for the day. Before Silver went to the bathroom to get dressed, Blaze stopped him.
"Give me your binder."
"What? No!" Silver shouted.
"I know dysphoria sucks, but I'm worried about you." The cat sighed. "Your lungs need a break."
"No, they don't. I'm fine!" The hedgehog argued. He coughed a few times and grumbled.
"You just proved that they do." Blaze said.
"I, um, had something... in my throat." Silver lied. They started to sweat and their quills tensed.
"You're a terrible liar." Blaze chuckled.
"Dammit..."
The teens and their Pokémon went to the ground floor to get their Kalos-style breakfast. Kalos was located northeast of Paldea, so the breakfast was more authentic than it would've been in Unova or Kanto.
The teens sat down next to Kris and two of their friends from school: a pink dinosaur girl and a tan reindeer girl.
"Hey, Kris. Who are your friends?" Silver asked.
The dinosaur girl smiled and showed her sharp teeth. "I'm Susie."
The reindeer girl smiled and blushed. "I'm Noelle."
"Nice to meet you two." Blaze said as she held her hand out. Susie got a bit too excited and squeezed Blaze's hand a little too hard. "Ow."
"Haha, whoops. If Ralsei were here he could heal you up." Susie chuckled.
"I'm fine." Blaze wiggled her fingers to show that she was fine, but they started aching.
Noelle got some medical equipment and wrapped Blaze's hand. She drew a snowflake and smiled, then used cryokinesis to ice their hand. Blaze flinched, and Noelle frantically apologized.
"I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you were sensitive to cold!"
"Not usually. Only when I'm sick or injured." Blaze chuckled and ignited her injured hand with her good hand to ease the pain, and Silver got a bit nervous. "Sorry, Silv."
The five teens had a lively conversation while eating, took their meds, got checked out of the hotel, then went their separate ways. The Psychic/Fire duo made their way to a wall with open elevators.
"Looks like the only way up to the Gym is those lifts, or my psychokinesis." Silver said.
"What if th-they break... o-or you drop us?" Blaze shuddered. They looked absolutely terrified.
"Sunlight, Justice, and Charlie can help keep us safe." The hedgehog smiled.
The teens got on the lift. After a few seconds, they reached the second level of Cascarrafa.
"I'm feeling a bit nauseous..." Blaze groaned.
"Let's sit down then." Silver said with a smile. He floated to a bench and Blaze stumbled a bit. They sat until Blaze felt better, but there was another lift they had to go up.
"God dammit..." She muttered.
The teens went to the highest level of Cascarrafa, and Blaze's nausea came back.
"Urgh... I feel awful... I hate heights..." Blaze moaned. The teens sat on a bench until Blaze's stomach settled.
"Feel better?" Silver asked.
"Yeah."
The teens made their way to the Gym, and a fat, light blue, older sea turtle man ran past them in a hurry.
"Vaultin' Veluza, I'm late!" He shouted.
"Wait! You forgot your wallet!" A woman yelled. She saw the teens and smiled. "Young boys–"
Blaze cringed, but Silver beamed in delight. Wearing a baggy hoodie and cargo shorts paid off! His eyes started watering.
"Um... young hedgehog... are you okay?" The woman asked Silver.
"Oh! Um, yeah. Just really happy." They sniffled and wiped the tears away.
The woman smiled. "You boys are Gym Challengers, right?" Blaze cringed again.
"She's not, but I am." Silver explained.
The woman turned to Blaze. "Oh, sorry, miss."
"No problem. Usually it's the other way around: they think we're both girls." Blaze chuckled.
"Anyway, Gym Leader Kofu forgot his wallet. He's down at Porto Marinada, on the other side of the desert. Here, hold onto it." The woman gave Silver a wallet with a Venonat pattern.
The teens made their way to the desert and the wind picked up some sand and obscured their vision.
"Ack! Blaze, I can't see!" Silver choked. The sandstorm tore into him and made it hard to breathe.
The teens stumbled upon some ruins and Silver accidentally leaned against a loose brick, which activated a trap. Blaze fell into a 30 foot deep pit, and Silver wasn't able to save her before the pit closed. Luckily, there was a deep pool of water she landed in.
"Blaze!!!" The hedgehog cried out.
Blaze frantically swam to the surface, climbed out, gasped for air, and coughed out the water they had inhaled. They used their pyrokinesis to evaporate the water and recover faster, then to light the room. The cat found old torches, lit them up, and looked at the structure.
"Whoa..."
The room was a dome with carvings of Volcarona portrayed as the deity of the sun. A golden Volcarona brought light in the winter and grew crops in the darkness.
Blaze called Silver, but he didn't answer. "Crap, no service."
Meanwhile, Silver tried to find a way down the pit. He triggered the brick and tried to hold it open with his psychokinesis, but the sandstorm overpowered his mind. He wheezed and panted as the trap closed itself.
He tried to have his Psychic-Types help, but the sandstorm was a bit much for them too. Silver tried pressing other traps and got his hand stuck in a Gimmighoul chest, so Pepper used a Bite to save him.
Silver eventually activated a working entrance after nearly an hour, then made his way through the dusty temple in search of Blaze.
"Blaze?? Cough! Cough! ...Hello?"
The Pyrokinetic heard someone call her name. She followed the sound and shouted out for them.
Silver heard Blaze's shouts and followed them, and eventually made his way to Blaze.
"I found an entrance!" Silver told the cat.
"Where?"
Silver smiled nervously. "Forgot."
Blaze sighed, so the teens continued searching for the exit. They stopped when they saw a golden Larvesta being threatened by a group of Naclstack.
"Leave her alone!" Blaze shouted, getting the salt beasts' attention.
Silver had Catnip use Razor Leaf to scare them off, and Blaze finished the job with an Earthquake from Cedar.
Silver gently picked up the Larvesta and smiled. "We'll protect y–"
A tile fell next to Silver and the Larvesta got scared and created a spark that hit one of the wooden supports. Smoke, fire, and dust started to fill the room and it got much harder to breathe.
"Crap, we need to find a way out!" Blaze stated. They noticed that Silver was having difficulty breathing and suggested having Justice or Charlie hold him so they could run.
Silver nodded, and had Justice, who was faster, carry them. The teens and Justice ran for a few minutes trying to get out, but came across a dead end. The tunnel was collapsing, and the teens and their Pokémon were losing oxygen.
"Huff... Puff... We're trapped!" Blaze exclaimed.
"Sun– Wheeze! ...light!! Cough! Hack!! ...Dig us out!" Silver immediately had a violent coughing fit after shouting out the order, then breathing became basically impossible for him. He got out and used an emergency inhaler from his pocket so he could breathe, and tried to stay calm.
The Larvesta in Silver's arms squirmed around, so Blaze took her from him. She then had Coal help Sunlight with a Dig of his own. Charlie, Justice, and Catnip used Helping Hand for faster digging, and in under a minute, they dug out and into fresh air.
Silver gasped as hard as his lungs would let him, then literally coughed and wheezed for a few minutes with little gasps of air in between. He missed fresh air so much. He took a swig of water and his throat started to feel better, but breathing was still so much of a hassle. He used his inhaler, but even so, nearly suffocating had taken a toll on him.
Blaze and the Pokémon didn't take nearly as long as Silver to catch their breath.
While Silver was painfully catching his breath, Blaze had caught the Larvesta and named her.
"Silver, look!" Blaze smiled. "Meet Sol the Larvesta!"
The hedgehog wheezed and held a hand to his chest. "Not... now..."
Blaze chuckled nervously. "R-right."
After a few painful minutes, Silver had caught their breath. "What– Cough! Cough!"
"Don't speak, bud. You need to recover." Blaze told him.
Silver took another swig and let out the quietest relieved sigh. Water was a gift from Arceus herself on his parched throat.
Blaze noticed the city in front of them. "That must be Porto Marinada! We need to return the Gym Leader's wallet!"
"Give me a minute..." Silver coughed out, exhausted and panting hard.
After Silver took a minute to catch their breath, they and Blaze rode Miraidon to the auction center to complete their mission.
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10ish Things I'll forever be disappointed we didn't get to see on Sons of Anarchy part 2
It starts off heavy but will turn sappy and downright fun by the end. I promise.
Part 1
6. Juice’s back-story.
What made him? How did the kid from Queens end up in Charming? Who was that girlfriend he kept coming back to? So many questions.
7. Opie finding happiness
Not following Jax {You know who should've followed Jax that day - Clay. Dammit Pope, if only he reached out to Jax before, I'm sure they could've arranged a lil somethin' somethin' };
Divorcing Lyla;
Getting his Road Captain flash (Let's face it, he was never a VP material), which would suit his nature perfectly AND would give him an excuse to give Bobby shit about his Fat Boy being not road-worthy;
Meeting a nice FUN girl, someone like Cherry or Erin Thomas ( I know, I know) or hell even grown-up Tristan Oswald. Point is a girl, who'd take him and the kids roller-blading and trick or treating and would make the boy freaking laugh.
8. {Which leads us to} The couple that should've happened: Lyla and Chibs
The set up for them in the second half of season 5 was perfect and after 6.2 I felt robbed - ROBBED - of that story line… *sigh* You cannot tell me these two weren't perfect for each other. Although, if they were to explore a poly relationship with Happy, then who's to stop them?
Sidenote: I also wouldn’t be opposed to seeing some Bobby/Ima dynamic :)
9. Riding just for the fun of it;
The boys riding to the desert, spending the night under open sky, smoking, drinking and talking. Gangland Undercover had that, why couldn’t SOA men get that…
10. Fights in the ring (after season 1)
Fight me on this one if you must, but if they utilized that ring to resolve tension more often, they could’ve had their happy ending.
11. Happy's love interest
I mean, come on:
Tiggy got his OTP, which apparently in this case stands for One True Penis
Chibs had steamy scenes ( even if… ya know… he took the whole fuck the police way to literally)
Even RATBOY somehow ended up with a hot girlfriend.
And that’s just season seven, if we dived into more historic shit then we would have to count Piney and the meds dealer and let's not forget Bobby (LeAnn, Precious, Daytona and endless puss shenanigans).
HTF did Happy end up as the group's choir boy?!
12. What became of Tristan Oswald
13. Domestic Life 1% Edition;
Just imagine:
Tiggy doing midnight ice-cream run for whomever, Juice trying on new jeans at the mall and sending Tig a pic asking for his opinion, Chibs getting a haircut, Happy helping his mom and aunt clean, Chibs worried sick because his semi-feral cat got sick and was an absolute GEMMA at the vet’s office and tried to claw the vet tech’s eyes out, Bobby teaching his oldest to drive, Happy picking Ellie from school when she was having hard time because of bullies, Venus teaching her how to handle those idiots and be a fierce queen, all the boys helping Lyla and the kids move, Tig ordering toys online, family BBQs, Tig being affectionate with Venus during SOA parties...
BONUS:
Because I'm a thirsty broad and I want it all:
Bobby’s and Opie’s kids wrecking havoc together for Halloween
Auntie Venus dropping Abel off at school
And THAT conversation between Tig and Chibs: “So, Venus is your Old Lady now, huh?” “That from the man who’s taken the phrase ‘fuck the police’ one peep show too far?” “How do you know about that?” “Bro! Quinn’s so traumatized by that, he still cries about it” And Happy chiming in "So, are you guys gonna put your crows on them or what?"
ETA: Seriously, people. Feel free to comment on any of it
#sons of anarchy#soa#samcro#Venus Van Damme#Tig trager#chibs telford#Abel Teller#Bobby Munsen#Opie Winston#Happy Lowman#Lyla Winston#Piney Winston#Juan Carlos Ortiz#Juice Ortiz
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Jeon’s Anatomy - Part 1
Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)
Word Count: 4789
Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk (tumours, cancer, surgery, serizures), mentions of foster care, mentions of death
You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department.
Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.
Cast | Prequels | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue
“Dammit,” you chewed on your nail as you looked at the scans lining the screens. “I hate that you were right.”
“Believe me, I hate it too,” Jongho said.
“That’s not an easy area to get to either.”
“I don’t think it’s the first one,” He said.
“What do you mean?” Jieqiong questioned.
Jongho ran his finger along something on the scans. “Look here, I think this kid has had brain surgery before.”
“Did her foster parents say anything about it?” You asked.
“N-No,” Jongho stumbled. “But you can see it. And maybe they don’t know, maybe that information didn’t get to them somehow?”
“I would highly doubt if they did know they would leave that out,” Jieqiong mumbled.
“How long have they been her foster parents?” You questioned.
“A couple of months, I think,” Jongho said.
You quirked an eyebrow. “You think or you know Dr. Choi?”
“Th-They said a couple of months, they weren’t overly specific.”
“If this is recurrent…” You shook your head. “Did you page for Neuro?”
“I did,” Jieqiong piped up. “A little while ago. Some should-”
“You called for- oh.”
Before you even turned around you were bristling. You knew that voice. You knew the cold face you were about to see. This case was already flashing before your eyes and you did not want to deal with any of it, but you knew it wouldn’t look good to ask for someone else when they sent the head of neuro.
“Dr. Jeon,” you turned and smiled brightly at him. “I wish I could say we’re happy to see you but-” you motioned to the scans on the wall. “This isn’t exactly a happy occasion.”
Dr. Jeon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he made his way into the room. Mingi followed behind him and you were sure you heard Dr. Jeon mutter about how this day couldn’t get any worse. You bit the inside of your cheek, pasting on a sickly sweet smile.
“She’s ten?” He asked, looking at the scans.
“Yes, and we think i-”
“It’s recurrent, did the parents say that?”
“No,” You said. “Dr. Choi figured it out.”
Dr. Jeon threw Jongho a glance. “Then you’re not that much of an idiot.”
“You do know the residents are all doctors, right Dr. Jeon?” You asked coolly.
“Finishing med school hardly makes you a real doctor,” he quipped. “Clearly, becoming an attending doesn’t either.”
You smiled sweetly. “I’m so looking forward to working on this case with you.”
“That makes one of us,” he muttered under his breath before turning towards the door. “Keep Song updated and he’ll keep me updated, come on Song.”
“Y-Yes Dr. Jeon.” Mingi mumbled, scuttling after him and letting the door swing closed.
“What an ass,” Jieqiong said.
~
Eunbin smiled brightly as you entered her room, her parents looked up at you with worry in their eyes. You wanted to say something to ease their fears but you knew you had bad, scary news for them. If Eunbin knew she was sick she didn’t show it, or she was ignoring it. She seemed bright and happy either way.
“C-Can you tell us what’s going on?” Her father asked.
“W-We thought it was just the cuts on her arm and then she was admitted,” her mother worried.
“We’ll explain in a moment, I’m just waiting for Dr. Jeon to arrive since he’ll be in charge of the procedure.”
“Procedure, wh-what do-”
Footsteps came through the doorway and you all turned to see Dr. Jeon standing there. You wanted to scoff at him, he was barely masking his boredom and distaste. You weren’t sure if it was for you or for the case but either way you didn’t like it.
“Dr. Jeon,” you smiled. “Perfect timing.”
Dr. Jeon nearly rolled his eyes at you before opening the chart. “Your daughter has a recurrent medulloblastoma.” He paused, looking up at the parents. “A tumour in her brain. She’ll need surgery first and foremost and I’ll remove as much of the tumour as I can. But with this coming back and being as aggressive as it is we’ll likely have to do a bone marrow transplant and chemotherapy treatment as well.”
Her parents looked absolutely dumbfounded and you felt the rage boiling up inside you. How had he made it this far with zero bedside manner and no clue about patient or family care? Did he really care that little for other people? Your mouth opened to try and explain but Dr. Jeon looked up from his chart and cut you off, saying your name coolly.
“I’ll send Dr. Song in shortly to prep her for surgery, and I’ll see you in the OR.”
You sputtered, trying to process as Dr. Jeon turned and walked out of the room. Your eyes shifted between the door and the parents before you made up your mind. “I’ll be back to explain properly, just a moment.”
You took off into the hallway after Dr. Jeon, spotting him at the nurse’s station, checking over the chart again. You felt the fire under your skin as you marched over to him and grabbed him by the arm, ignoring his indignant noises and dragging him into an empty on-call room.
“What the hell was that?!” You cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You can’t treat people like that! Did no one teach you-”
“It’s not my job to coddle anyone,” he spat.
“It’s part of your job to provide patient care! Those parents are scared and confused-”
“Why is that my problem?”
“You’re her surgeon!” You were trying not to be too loud but your anger was getting the better of you. “It’s your job to make sure they’re prepared!”
“That’s what my residents are for,” he said coolly, infuriatingly calm. “They can explain the details. Look, I know your job involves a fair deal of baby sitting but I have more important things to do than-”
“You do know I am a pediatric surgeon, correct Dr. Jeon? You do comprehend that I am far beyond a babysitter, right?”
“I know that I was called into this because you’re not qualified for it on your own which hardly surprises me,” he sneered. “Were it not for the fact that Dr. Kwak is away and Dr. Xu already has procedures lined up I wouldn’t be taking this case. I don’t work with kids and if a little girl’s life wasn’t on the line I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“I can assure you as soon as Dr. Xu or Dr Kwak is free you’ll be off this case, Eunbin is still primarily my patient.”
“Fantastic,” he said through gritted teeth before stalking out of the room.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Just breathe,” you muttered to yourself, calming yourself slowly. You took a few deep breaths before pulling yourself up tall and heading back into the hallway and to Eunbin’s room again.
“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, trying to ease the parent’s concern and glancing at Eunbin who seemed unbothered, reading a book. “Let me explain. Eunbin has a tumour in her brain. Based on the scans we believe she’s had one before and you may have been unaware.”
“I-Is that why she’s been so clumsy?” Her father asked.
“Yes it’s very likely that’s the reason. She will need surgery to remove it. Despite Dr. Jeon’s demeanor, he is a brilliant surgeon and she will be in very good hands.”
“H-How did we not know?” Her mother worried.
“You may not have been given her full or proper medical history,” you said. “What’s important is that you brought her in and we can help you through this. But this will be a battle. Beyond this surgery she will likely need a bone marrow transplant to help her make healthy cells. She may also need chemotherapy. And she’ll need you two to support her.”
They nodded to you and you smiled. “I know this is a lot for one day. If you have any more questions, please let me know and I’ll answer them for you. We’ll be prepping her for surgery very soon as well.”
Her parents excused themselves for a moment and you watched after them sadly for a moment before Eunbin called your attention.
“Hey there, how are you so far?”
“I’m sick again, aren’t I?” She asked.
You sighed. “Yeah, do you remember what happened last time?”
Eunbin played with the sheets. “I had cancer. I thought they got all of it out.” She gazed up at you. “Why did it come back?”
“We… We don’t always know. But we have some ideas on how to treat it so that it doesn’t come back again.”
“You and that mean doctor?” She asked with a giggle.
“Yes,” you sighed. “Me and the mean doctor. He’s a very smart doctor, he knows what he’s doing.”
“Well he doesn’t know how to be nice,” she huffed. “Maybe we should teach him!”
You laughed at her remark as Mingi came into the room, smiling and beckoning him over.
“Dr. Song, this is Eunbin.” Eunbin stuck out her hand and Mingi took it, shaking it with a grin on his face.
“It’s nice to meet you, Eunbin,” he chuckled.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Song.” She chimed. “Do you also work with the mean doctor?”
Mingi looked at you confused. “She means Dr. Jeon,” you giggled.
Mingi’s face went pink as he looked between you and Eunbin and you stifled your laughter, knowing he was unsure if he was allowed to agree with what Eunbin had said.
“I-I H-He’s not so bad,” Mingi lied weakly which just had you and Eunbin breaking out into a fit of giggles.
“I think we should make him nice,” Eunbin said. “I bet he’s just grumpy ‘cause he has no friends or something.”
“And how do you plan to solve that?” You chuckled.
“I have some ideas,” she giggled.
~
The chatter between you, Mingi, and Jieqiong died down as Dr. Jeon came into the scrub room, a sudden tension filling the air. Mingi took off first, heading into the OR and Jieqiong followed quickly after him. In their absence you glanced at Dr. Jeon, taking in his calm face and wondering how someone who looked so relaxed could be so infuriating.
You thought you ought to say something, but there was nothing nice on the tip of your tongue so you kept your mouth shut. As much as a well placed quip might feel good it might not be smart before going into surgery to try and piss him off. You had to remember that Eunbin was your first priority.
You pushed through the door into the OR just as they wheeled Eunbin in, smiling brightly at her as she climbed onto the operating table.
“Are you ready, Eunbin?” You smiled.
Eungin grinned and nodded. “My parents promised me a lot of ice cream after this.”
“Oh, then we should get going,” you chuckled. “The sooner we’re done the sooner you’ll get that ice cream.”
Eunbin’s gaze shifted away from you. “Dr. Jeon!” She called brightly. “Are you ready?”
Dr. Jeon looked up at her, surprise painted his face for a moment as he registered that she was indeed talking to him. You swore you could see a pink blush on the tops of his cheeks.
“I am,” he said. “You’re, uh, you’re in good hands.” His gaze shifted to yours and you took in the stress in his eyes. Clearly, he didn’t know what to say to her and it almost had you laughing. Maybe this little ten year old would take him down a peg.
“Dr. Jeon,” Eunbin beckoned him closer and he did so reluctantly. “It’s okay. Even if you’re mean sometimes, she says you're smart.”
You felt the heat rise to your own cheeks at Eunbin’s words as she motioned to you. “I think it’s time you go to sleep,” you laughed a little awkwardly, “so we can get started.”
Eunbin laid down properly, looking up at you and Dr. Jeon as the anesthesiologist brought the mask to her face but Eunbin stopped her.
“Wait!” She looked up at Dr. Jeon. “Can you get it all this time? So it doesn’t come back?”
“I-I” Again he looked to you for help.
“We’re going to do our very best,” you assured her. “Now you need to do your best and go to sleep.”
You watched as they put Eunbin under before smirking at Dr. Jeon behind your mask.
“Can’t handle a little kid, huh?”
“Shut up,” he grumbled. “I told you I don’t work with kids.”
“Apparently it’s just a lack of ability,” you quipped. Dr. Jeon glared at and you heard Jieqiong and Mingi both giggling, sure now that you were seeing colour come to the parts of Dr. Jeon’s face that you could see.
“I will throw you out of my OR if I have to,” he growled.
You bit back your laughs and nodded, this was about Eunbin, and you wanted to see this case through no matter who you were stuck working with. You were quiet and well behaved as Dr. Jeon opened, though you had to prod him to actually teach. He spoke to himself but didn’t seem to want to explain out loud and you could see your insistence getting under his skin as he got started, reluctantly calling Mingi closer to watch and explaining the steps to him until he needed an extra set of hands.
His eyes met yours. “Could you assist?”
“You have a perfectly good final year neuro resident right next to you Dr. Jeon. As much as I am learning and here to help, don’t you think he should first assist?”
“This is delicate work,” Dr. Jeon said, frustration hiding just under his calm demeanor.
“And he’s less than a year away from being an attending,” you replied.
“I-It’s okay,” Mingi mumbled. “I-I do-”
“No you do need to learn,” you said. “You need to do.” Your gaze shifted back to Dr. Jeon. “Now you can stand here and argue with me all afternoon, Dr. Jeon but the fact of the matter is that this is a teaching hospital, you have a capable, willing student, and your patient is laying open on the table. Her infection rate only climbs as we stand here talking so I suggest you let your student assist.”
If looks could kill you thought you might have dropped dead under Dr. Jeon’s gaze. “Fine, Dr. Song.” His gaze shifted to Mingi “You screw this up and I’ll have you kicked out the program, do you understand me?”
“Y-Yes sir.” Mingi gulped.
~
You took off with Jieqiong and Mingi after the surgery, grinning as you listened to Mingi’s excitement about being able to really work. He’d done well, just like you knew he would. Whether Dr. Jeon would give him more chances, you didn’t know, but if nothing else he had proved his capability and you hoped he would get some proper learning now.
Neither of them was on call that night so you bid them adieu before heading back to the pediatric floor. The hallway was darkened slightly when you got there, trying not to make any of the spaces too bright for the kids trying to sleep. You took a walk along the rooms, glancing in at the monitors and happy to see Eunbin looking mostly steady. As resilient as kids are, brain surgery was still brain surgery. It still took a lot out of them and you didn’t expect her to wake up just yet.
A yawn slipped past your lips as you made your way back to the nurse’s station. Flipping through charts wasn’t quite keeping you awake and really, you should get some rest. A quick glance at the clock told you it was barely that late though and you would rather hold out a little longer then get in a quick nap.
Stomping caught your attention and you turned just in time to see Dr. Jeon, face flushed and angry and stalking towards you.
“What did y-”
“Not here,” you hissed quietly. He pressed his lips into a thin line, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the end of the hall and then into the stairwell.
As soon as the door swung shut Dr. Jeon started yelling. “Do you find it fun to undermine me in my OR?! If Hongjoong was free believe me he would have been in there and Song would not have gotten within-”
“Do you just forget that your job here is to teach?!”
“My job is to be a surgeon,” he yelled. “And I am good at what I do! I’m not messing with that to let some dropout-to-be get anywhere near my patients!”
“If Mingi is failing that’s as much on you as it is-”
Dr. Jeon backed you against the wall but it only fuelled your anger more. “Don’t you dare quote the chief to me.” he growled.
“I wouldn’t have to if you listened. I wouldn’t have to if you did your damn job! I know you think you’re some big hot shot and everyone else is beneath you but you can’t use that to make up for the fact that you’re a shitty teacher!”
“You think all of these kids have what it takes! You think every one of them will make it! Your optimism is annoying! Your idea that everything will turn out sunshine and rainbows and that any idiot can be a surgeon is naive and infrutating! Surgeons like you-”
“Oh please!” You took a step towards him and almost to your surprise he stepped back. “Please tell me about surgeons like me as if you know me, as if you know anything at all about me!”
“You think I’m arrogant but at least I’m realistic! At least I can-”
Dr. Jeon was interrupted by both of your pagers going off. You looked down and your heart dropped at the 911 code and Eunbin’s room number.
“Crap,” you muttered as Dr. Jeon pushed the door open and you both took off down the hallway towards her room. He didn’t say another word to you on the way, his strides carrying him a little ahead of you to the far end of the ward where the night nurses were gathered around Eunbin’s bed. Her body was shaking and her face looked very pale.
“What the hell happened?!” You cried, rushing to her bed side and checking the chart.
“S-She’s been sleeping,” the nurse said. “S-She just started seizing!”
You called to the nurses, giving them the dosage for the medication she needed and pulling away anything crowding her bed, her body slowly calming as the drugs were pushed. You looked around to see Dr. Jeon still standing in the doorway with a stunned look on his face.
“Get over here!” You cried. Dr. Jeon blinked before making his way to the bed. You pulled back Eunbin’s eyelid, shining a light in her eye and cursing.
“I think she’s got a brain bleed,” you said, checking her other pupil.
“She needs a CT,” Dr. Jeon’s voice almost sounded hollow.
You looked up at him. “Does she have time for a head CT?”
“I-” He looked down at her again. “N- No, we need to go to the OR now.”
“You heard him!” You called, getting the bed ready to move and making eye contact with one of the nurses. “Call ahead and make sure the OR is ready, we’re going now!”
You pushed off, running with the bed with Dr. Jeon following at your heels. Your heart pounding as you looked down at Eunbin. What happened? How did she get so bad so fast? You knew you would have to ask these questions later on and try to find the answer. Was it better or worse that her parents had gone to sleep in another room? They didn’t know at the moment but you definitely didn’t have the time to wake them now.
Your gaze shifted to meet Dr. Jeon’s in the elevator. “Do you have any ide-”
“No,” he said flatly. “No, just- let’s just get her into surgery.”
You nodded, helping to push the bed as you got to the OR floor and rush her into the operating room before the two of you raced to the scrub room. He was muttering to himself as he scrubbed in and now didn’t seem the time to say anything. He seemed off, much less sure of himself than he had been that afternoon and it made you a little nervous. He’d seen so many patients, why would this one get to him?
You followed him into the OR, his head shaking before they put the light on his head. He took his place at Eunbin’s head and you stood next to him, watching as they unwrapped the bandages and he took the scalpel, the machines still beeping as her blood pressure and heart rate climbed dangerously high.
“Dr. Jeon, you need to do something.” You kept your voice even as he stood there, staring down at her head. “Dr. Jeon?”
He seemed frozen.
“Wonwoo!”
His gaze met yours in surprise as you called out his name, breaking him from his reverie. You stepped closer and dropped your voice. “I don’t know what’s going on but you need to cut.” He nodded at you numbly.
“Look, I’m here, I’m assisting. You can do this, okay?”
“Of course,” his voice was still weak.
“Good, “ you said. “Now let’s save a life.”
~
You were quick to follow Dr. Jeon out of the scrub room after the surgery. You were glad that he could fix the bleed and he seemed much more quiet and subdued with you now. You kept an eye on him until he stopped at the elevator.
“Hey, I’m going to monitor Eunbin for the next little while, did you want to come?”
Dr. Jeon shoved his hands into his pockets. “Alright. That sounds good.”
It was as if he’d lost all of his fight. He still seemed a bit out of it. The surgery, while successful, was stressful and it was now very late. You both sorely needed sleep and Eunbin needed the rest. He was probably worried about the same thing you were, another complication.
When you got to the room her parents were there and they started bombarding you with questions. Dr. Jeon seemed to freeze up.
“I know you’re confused, please sit down.” You said, getting them calmly into their seats. “The initial surgery went well but with any surgery there is a risk of complications. While you were sleeping her brain started to bleed and she had a seizure.” You calmed them with your motions as they started to cry. “We rushed her to emergency surgery and overall it went well. It will take a while for her to wake up and we’ll be monitoring her closely to make sure no more complications occur.”
“How did this happen?” Her mom asked shakily. “I thought you said-”
“Dr. Jeon is a fantastic surgeon. Like I said, even the best surgeons are going to have complications. The pressure in her brain has been relieved and her vitals are stable. I promise you we’ll be in the hospital the rest of the night in case anything else goes wrong but we’re hopeful that she’ll recover from here.”
Her parents sat next to her tearily holding her hand as you checked her over again before making your way back to the door where Dr. Jeon was still standing, as if stuck to the spot. You stopped next to him, following his gaze to Eunbin’s face before looking back at him and grabbing his arm gently and pulling him to the nurses station.
“Did you want to check her over again?” You asked quietly.
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.
“Then I think you should get some sleep, come on.” You pulled him to the closest on-call room. Dr. Jeon slumped down onto the bed and you locked the door before sitting down next to him.
“What hap-”
“Don’t,” he said. “I- I don’t have it in me to fight with you.”
“I’m not picking a fight,” you said evenly. “But you’re not alright, what’s going on?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a shaky breath. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shaken.” You said blankly. “I’ve seen you collected, I’ve seen you get angry, but I’ve never seen you get shaken like this. I’ve never seen you hesitate. So what happened to shake you so badly?”
“I don’t…” he mumbled.
“What?”
“I don’t work with kids, okay?” He muttered. “I don’t take pediatric cases if I can help it. I don’t like the parents and their looks of hope. I don’t like seeing these bright, smiling kids on the table. And I don’t like-” He stopped, his voice uneven.
“You don’t like when they die.”
He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “She didn’t die. She’s alive and recovering and she should be fine.”
“It was scary,” you said. He rolled his eyes.
“Hey no, Wonwoo look at me.” Again his eyes showed surprise as you used his name. “It was scary. You’re allowed to be scared.”
“I’m not supposed to be. I have to be calm so the child and the parents can be scared and I just- I couldn’t-”
You wrapped your arm around him, not allowing yourself to think about it too much. He started when you did so but as you brought his head to your shoulder and hushed him he slowly relaxed.
“It’s okay to be scared. It is scary when kids get hurt. It is scary when the tiny humans come in with big problems and they’ve barely lived. It’s scary.”
“Yeah,” he hummed shakily.
You stayed with him like that, listening to his shaky breaths as they slowly calmed down. The fatigue was slowly tugging at you and as he let more of his body weight lean into you, face nuzzling sleepily.
“Do you wanna get some rest?” You mumbled.
“How do you do it?” You pulled back enough to look at Wonwoo but he was still close to you. His gaze was full of a sincerity you’d never seen before and it had your heart melting. “How do you stay so bright around all of this?”
“A lot of kids come through here. The ones you lose are… they’re incredibly hard. But the ones you save.” You couldn’t help the way the smile tugged at your lips as you sat up a little more. “I have this kid, I operated on him when he was three years old. We didn’t think he would make it but now? Now he’s seven and his parents send me pictures to keep me updated on him. Another girl, I operated on her when she was five and she’s eight now and her parents send me a christmas card every year.”
You looked at Wonwoo again, a funny feeling in your stomach as you took in his expression. “The ones that make it, that get to grow up. The kids that you get to give a life to, those ones almost make up for the ones you lose.”
He gazed at you, thinking for a few moments. “That’s pretty incredible.”
“We all need some way to get through it, to deal with the bad days or the losses, right?”
“Right,” he hummed. “I- I think I underestimated you.”
“I think you did,” you teased him with a smile. He laughed, a light giggle that you weren’t expecting that made your heart skip and had you focusing on the cute way his nose scrunched when he smiled.
“I know it’s been a long night,” he hummed, leaning a little closer. “And I know we’re both tired and it’s nearly morning… but can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” the word fell off your lips before you even had time to register it, some part of your brain was a step ahead and you would have been embarrassed at the admission if you weren’t so sleepy and if the way his lips pressed against yours softly didn’t feel so good.
He kissed you once. Then twice. Then three times.
You pressed closer to him as his hand found the small of her back. His lips moved with yours sweetly, glasses slipping down his nose. You grinned against his lips as you reached up and took them off before wrapping your arms around his neck as he pressed you back into the bed.
#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#wonwoo imagines#jeon wonwoo imagines#jeon's anatomy#things are happening#i also have a whole plan now#so i finally know where this whole things is going#also this part is dramatic im warning you now#i mean its not cutting the lvat wires dramatic but still askjhdsakd
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can i request something to do with the thing about vincent having tics while giving oral or just vincent giving oral general i love the way you write things
I Think We're Alone Now
(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: language, talk of mental health, fem!receiving oral
A/N: With the pandemic keeping you and Vincent apart, he was glad that being alone didn't mean being lonely.
Vincent Rhodes didn't tic as bad or as much in his thirties. He wasn't cured. He didn't take medicine that made them magically go away. He took meds for his anxiety, and the “cure” was still going to therapy with Dr Rose. He didn't go daily or weekly or even monthly anymore. He managed every other month. Sometimes, perhaps, every three to four months. Yet it took twenty-five to finally accept a cliche: Tourette's wasn't Vincent, Vincent simply HAD Tourette's.
Don't worry though, cunt is still his favorite word.
Vincent also did all the things he told Marie he wanted to do. He finished school and went to college online. He found himself rather good at computers and a job that required the bare minimum of human interaction. His Tourette's was under control, but his social anxiety never seemed to be. We digress!
He had a job, and a place to call home that wasn't a treatment facility or a hoarder’s house bogged down by sadness and alcoholism. Vincent didn't find it shameful that his father bought him a condo. He and his roommate had an agreement to pay utilities and work on the re-election campaign.
Vincent finally had a dog. A dog he had to fight for because his roommate had.. Rituals. Rituals that also weren't as bad as they used to be thanks to the same therapy and right medication. Just like you can't get rid of Tourette's, Vincent couldn't get rid of Alex either. That was his first, and really only, friend. As tumultuous as they started out, if you survive a road trip with two neurodivergents, you're pretty much bonded for life. Alex was sometimes more work than their dog.
Vincent and Alex did things in their late twenties and early thirties they never thought they'd do. They went out. They dated around. They had awkward sex and one night stands that the two of them could finally laugh about. Vincent could hide, or save his tics from popping up during his dates. He could even manage to hold them off when he had sex. He was relaxed and focused on the woman beneath or above him.
But then he would spasm, or twist and pop his mouth. He would unintentionally squeal or swear, call her names or flip her off. Instead of understanding Vincent, or talking to him, whoever the girl of the moment was would leave and never come back. Fuck her, Vincent would think. I can't help that I have Tourette’s; she can help being an asshole.
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There could not have been a worse time in anyone’s life for you to meet quite possibly the single hottest guy in your neighborhood. At least, you thought he was in your neighborhood. You kept running into each other at various stores to the point you found yourself quoting an old movie from college.
“Are you stalking me?” You boldly questioned him one afternoon as he pondered Mcintosh versus Fiji apples. “Because that would be super.”
The man jumped. Then to your shock, he spasmed almost violently. His neck twisted to the left as his hand held on to his chin and yelled out, “Brown haired cunt! Grass licking big tits.”
You laughed. It wasn't malicious or in jest. You were nervous and stunned. Still you replied, “Normally a guy has to date me for a while before he calls me a cunt. Now as for grass licking? That was only once, but I was high and we were playing truth or dare.”
He stared at you, mouth agape. A violent spasm rocked his body again like an aftershock. It caused him to excessively blow a dark curl back from his forehead several times before his body relaxed and he appeared to sink in on himself. Embarrassed. A pink hue spread along his cheeks and angled jaw as he gazed at the apples again with large green eyes.
“You ok? I wouldn't say I've got big tits. They're more like medium sized. Unless you were talking about the melons.” You held up two cantaloupe in front of your chest. “I’m y/n”
Again with the mouth open staring. Then he came to, “Vincent. I've never had someone react to Arthur that way.”
“I'm from New York. That was a Saturday night in the village. Who’s Arthur?” You looked around. “Are you being held hostage? Scream cunt for yes. Vagina for no.”
Vincent laughed. It was almost a giggle that you weren't sure was a laugh or his thing. “Arthur is my Tourette's. He's the clown who shits in between my thoughts. My tics. You scared the piss out of him.”
“You named your Tourette's? You can't do that, they never go away once you name them.”
Vincent rolled his eyes, “ DAMMIT! I'll take away his bowl of food and dog bed too. Maybe I'll finally be cured!”
You didn't want him to think you felt something was wrong with him. “Mostly with all of this, I meant I keep seeing you around. Thought I'd say hi.”
“How about we exchange phone numbers, and you can say hello more often?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow.
“Bold of you to assume calling me a cunt is flirting! But you got it out of the way now instead of down the line. Give me your phone.”
He obliged and you put your number in. As you handed it back you joked, “Should've told me you had a much sexier friend.” You indicated Alex on the phone’s wallpaper.
“He's gay.”
“Damn! Lucky for men. Anyways, I work most days. Don't know how long with everything happening out there. Call me sometime?”
Vincent twitched and wolf whistled. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, but promised he would nonetheless. But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone
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You met Alex and learned his rituals and empathized with his panic to follow or abide by heath guidance. His OCD aggravated by everything going on. Vincent couldn't even go for a run without his friend completely freaking out, so he just didn't. Their balcony was it for fresh air.
You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.
Somehow in month 5 you were roped into a three way phone call with his dad. Senator Rhodes and Vincent seemed to have an easy relationship, but you were filled in later that it was anything but for a very long time. So you turned the tables one night, and introduced him to your entire family.
Forgetting about his Tourette's, because you had really grown used to it all. To the tics, the whistles and excessive use of the word cunt (Pandemic drinking game, Vincent’s idea) that his biggest episode since you met stunned not only you but your clan. Vincent had buried his face, you were terrified of your mistake. But you got it from somewhere.
“Sure you ain't from Brooklyn, kid?!” Thank Christ for meathead brothers.
“This is dating right?” Vincent asked after their dinner. “Pandemic, COVID, for now dating. Even though,” he paused to twist his neck, “One of my coworkers has uh, dick appointments all the time?” He snapped a finger several times and shouted something about a whore and syphilis.
“Hey! Tell Arthur to fuck off. Sexual liberation. She's not a whore, she's in her twenties!” Vincent laughed. “Are you nervous about something? Usually the bedtime part of our phone calls are the least tic-ish.”
“Wanna have sex?” He was straightforward.
“Right now? Facetime sex?” You scrunch your nose but more to be cute than creeped out.
“Here. Alex is asleep. Come over? We've been isolated for months.”
“God, I love you.”
“What?” Vincent laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“I'll be there in twenty minutes.”
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Vincent opened the door and implored you to take your shoes off at the door. You expected nothing less as you complied and followed him in the stillness of the apartment to his bedroom.
The moment the door was shut, Vincent was on you before you could even adjust to the dark. Only street lamps from the neighborhood below showed through as his mouth consumed yours.
Your tongues at war with each other as the two of you scrambled to undress. Your lips broke apart long enough to throw shirts over heads and step out of flannel pants or yoga pants. Then they crashed together again as Vincent let his hands splay out the length of your back and shoulders.
Your one hand ensnared by his messy hair. The other under the waistband of his boxers and over his ass. You drew his body to yours to melt into. His erection strained and throbbed against your hip as you hungrily pushed your tongue as far inside him as you could.
The both of you eager like teenagers shot with adrenaline. Anxious and hoping Alex caught you as Vincent twitched and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears. His fingers fumbled with your bra made worse by his tics. Tics that frustrated only him; you reached and undid it for him. Your breasts were free for him to look at.
Vincent attempted to choke back his words but failed. “Tit fucker,” a sour look on his face as his eye involuntarily clamped shut, “huge nipples.” He swallowed his lips, mortified.
“Hey!! They make up for yours being the tiniest nipples I have EVER seen on a dude.” You took Vincent’s hand. “We can slow down if you want. I don't know what's up, do you tic like this every time you have sex?”
The two of you laid side by side on his bed, hands traced over inches of bare skin. Vincent was silent for a while as he let his fingers trail over you, his lips not far behind.
“I don't. I'm usually too focused. The last time I loved someone, it fell apart immediately. It's making me anxious.”
You held his head to your body with a tenderness. “I loved you first, didn't I?”
His mouth made its way amongst your breasts as he gently laid you on your back. His lips warm on your stomach and hips that he exposed by tugging your panties down over your knees and off. Vincent laid down between them and almost nuzzled his nose in your soft pubic hair before his tongue dove inside of you.
Your hips rocketed up into his mouth as you grabbed the back of Vincent's head. He licked and sucked on your sex. Small tics caused him to push his tongue and lips in further than before. They closed in on your clit. His tongue attacked it with a lapping motion that you could only bend to, helpless.
Vincent was insatiable, his mouth in a frenzy. Your fingers caught up in the sheets as the sensation of his mouth on your clit spread along your body. Now your words were a shock as they came screaming out into the quiet of the bedroom.
“Tongue fuck me! Faster!”
Instead Vincent looked up at you with a grin, “I see Arthur came to visit.”
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1. Who’s the primary protector of the two?
Ethan x Lilac: Ethan in most cases. He's very protective of her at work because if he even hears anyone imply Lilac slept her way to the top, he will stomp them to death with his hooves.
Sometimes it's Lilac. Like Ethan will let some things roll off his shoulders and she's just like, "You're really going to let them say this about you? Because I will not let this shit slide, babe."
Tobias x Laurel: Laurel. 100%. Nobody messes with her man. He's so easygoing that he doesn't make a big deal about most things. Laurel, on the other hand, is ready for a fight 89% of the time as it is. She's his little lawyer.
Bryce x Ximena: Both. Bryce can be too friendly sometimes so Ximena always has her eye on people and their true intentions. Bryce is protective of her because of how burned she's been in in the past. She's not trusting of many at all so when they finally earn her trust and respect, Bryce is watchful that they don't abuse it.
5. Who’s the first one to quit a new hobby because they’re not great at it on the first try?
Ethan x Lilac: Ethan. This man walks out when things go south. It's his MO. Lilac is determined to stick to something until she figures it out, dammit.
Tobias x Laurel: Laurel. She can't handle not being immediately good at something first try. She'll claim she doesn't have time for it and walk away. Tobias is much more determined to be good at everything that he'll stick to it until he is.
Bryce x Ximena: Neither. They're both fascinated by how things work inside and out (surgeons, lol), that they'll continue trying until they're pretty much experts.
11. Who’s the most eager to have kids?
Ethan x Lilac: Neither. Or rather, life because it gives them an oopsie baby. Congratulations, guys.
Tobias x Laurel: Surprisingly, Tobias. Laurel is a single mom when they meet. He never thought he'd be good with kids but he's brilliant with Diego. And he enjoys the role too much.
Bryce x Ximena: Ximena. Bryce is a little guarded about having children because of his own experience with his parents.
14. Who gets the most invested in their hyperfixations?
Ethan x Lilac: Lilac. Ask her sister. She was obsessed with many things growing up and then with a certain world-famous doctor when she got older.
Tobias x Laurel: Tobias. Namely, sports.
Bryce x Ximena: Neither. Not really. But if one is a little more enthusiastic about the things he likes, then it's definitely Bryce.
24. Who gets a little too invested in board games?
Ethan x Lilac: Ethan. That man is determined to be good at everything. Lilac thinks it's cute and doesn't really care about winning. She's there to have fun. At least when it comes to most board games...
When it comes to Clue, however, all bets are off. Every person for their own. They're both there to win. They get so competitive. It's kinda hot.
Tobias x Laurel: Tobias. Again. He has to show everyone how good he is. Don't get him playing with Ethan. Unless you want a repeat of their med school days when board games ended in flipped tables.
Bryce x Ximena: Ximena. "You'll pay for that Draw 4 card, Lahela."
34. Who’s the more skeptical of the two?
Ethan x Lilac: Ethan.
Tobias x Laurel: Laurel.
Bryce x Ximena: Ximena.
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