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wileys-russo · 5 months

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would you be willing to write reader getting her wisdom teeth out and being all loopy and out of it while leah takes care of her (their relationship is relatively fresh) and she asks leah if she wants to know everything reader loves about her and leah agrees, thinking it is mostly going to be like sexual stuff or about her body but reader lists almost exclusively her personality and stuff like leah being super eloquent and hardworking etc and leah is just very positively surprised and swooning at it

it’s just fluff basically but a bit cheesy lol

happy gas II l.williamson

leah spun her keys around on her fingers as she returned to the dental clinic, jogging up the stairs and shoving her keys in her pocket as she stepped inside, a slight shiver going down her spine as the air conditioning pumped down onto her.

"hi, i'm here to collect my girlfriend? y/l/n, i was told to come back around two." leah smiled politely, resting her arms on the counter as the receptionist nodded, stepping out to check with the doctor.

"she's just waking up a little from the anesthesia love, take a seat and you'll be able to see her shortly the nurse will come and fetch you..." she trailed off expectantly with a raised eyebrow. "leah." the blonde smiled, thanking her and moving to sit down in the waiting room.

shifting around in the hard plastic chair the footballer busied herself watching a the big quiz re-run playing on the small telly above her. "leah? leah? leah!" she'd become so engrossed in the show, even mumbling along answers that she almost missed her name called out.

shooting out of her seat she sent the nurse an apologetic smile and hurried after her, making small talk as she was lead toward the recovery room. "is that-" leah started with a frown hearing a familiar laughter echo through the halls.

"sure is. your girlfriend is up there with one of the worst behaved but most amusing patients we've had!" the nurse chuckled and opened the door, leah stepping in after her.

"lee lee! you didn't leave me." you beamed happily, spitting the gauze out as the nurse hurried over to replace it with some fresh ones. "no i didn't, i told you i'd be back right after your surgery sweets i just went to get something to eat to pass the time." leah smiled with a shake of her head.

"she's certainly a character." the doctor chuckled with a shake of his head. "oh yes she is." leah agreed, the two of you were a relatively fresh pairing, having gone on several dates and a prolonged talking phase you'd only been dating for around three months now.

"is that normal practice? my little brother had his wisdoms out a couple years ago and never needed that." leah frowned as she noticed your hands had been restrained to the arms of the chair with velcro.

"no its not, however your girlfriend seems determined to pull out her gauze and if she doesn't keep it in her mouth long enough to stem the bleeding she's in for a world of pain." the doctor explained as leah nodded along.

"if she's not pulling it out she's screaming, singing or yelling causing it to fall out." the nurse sighed as you rolled your eyes and leah moved to be by your side.

"love can you please be quiet for a little bit? if you don't keep the gauze in your mouth to stop the bleeding they'll need to remove all your teeth." leah warned as your eyes widened in fear at the lie and you were instantly silenced.

"well thats one way to do it." the doctor laughed as leah smiled smugly and ran a hand affectionately through your hair. "so! aftercare." with that the older man ran leah through everything she would need to do as your primary carer for the next forty eight hours.

your hands now freed and helped into a wheel chair as the anesthetic meant your limbs weren't quite strong enough to hold you up leah wheeled you out of the clinic, shaking her head as you blew kisses to all of the nurses.

"stop that! save some for me." leah teased flicking your ear, some sort of gibberish mumbled from your mouth which was still stuffed with gauze. another nurse helping leah get you from the wheel chair into the car you happily waved her off as she returned with the chair toward the clinic, leah slipping into the drivers seat.

"why am i in the back!" you huffed, words a little muffled from the gauze but with the drowsiness wearing off they were less slurred.

"because you got voted one of the worst behaved patients at that clinic and i wouldn't put it past you to grab or push something you dont need to up here." leah smiled in amusement as you scoffed.

"thats so mean! they really voted me that." you seemed genuinely heartbroken as leah pulled out of the carpark. "love are you crying?" leah bit down on her lip to stop her smile as she glanced to you in her rear view mirror.

"yeah! thats really mean of them, i was so nice." you sobbed and leah couldn't help but cover her laughter with a cough knowing this was only the side affects of the anesthesia. "baby girl you both threatened and tried to bite the poor doctor multiple times, thats not very nice." leah reminded, corners of her mouth curling upward.

"cause he wouldn't keep his dirty glove covered hand out of my mouth!" you huffed with a scowl, head thumping against the back seat. "thats because he needed to remove your wisdom teeth you muppet, which are in your mouth." leah chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes.

"lee lee i am starving, get me some food please." you demanded, kicking the back of her chair like an annoyed child. "you're not allowed to eat for another four hours my love, sorry." leah apologized, your protests falling on deaf ears as she continued to drive home.

placating your whinging and trying her best to keep you quiet so the guaze stayed in your mouth leah felt a sense of relief wash over her when finally she pulled into the driveway of her apartment where you’d be staying the next few days so she could keep an eye on you.

she scrambled out of the car and hurried to your door, opening it before you could and helping you out, your legs a little stronger now some more time had passed.

successfully getting you up and out of the car and into the house she helped you onto the sofa, dashing off to change clothes so she was more comfortable, changing in lightning speed given she didn't want to leave you unattended for a moment longer than needed.

finally after a half hour of squirming and wiggling and fighting leah at every turn to take the gazue from your mouth or get up and move about you'd settled, an ice pack resting on your jaw to help the swelling as your back pressed into leahs front.

"leah." you spoke up, tilting your head back and shuffling a little so it rested on your shoulder and she hummed. "do you wanna know everything i love about you?" you smiled tiredly as your girlfriend chuckled, already quite sure what would be next out of your mouth as she gestured for you to continue.

but to her surprise it wasn't anything of the sort that she'd expected, no cheesy pick up lines or suggestive comments, no cheeky remarks about her body or your time spent together in the bedroom. in fact, it was the complete opposite of what leah expected.

"mm well i love that you're so passionate. about football, the arsenal foundation, your friends, your studies, your hobbies, a very very passionate woman." you started, a slight slur returning to your voice as the pain medication you'd just taken started to kick in.

"i love that you make me feel loved, and safe, and accepted, and happy, and comfortable. you love me for me and you have never asked or expected me to change." you continued, leah stunned into silence as you affectionately patted her leg.

"i love that you're so well spoken, and you always know what to say. but sometimes you know what to say and you don't say it because you want to annoy me and it works! because you know too well how to annoy me." you rolled your eyes as leahs smile grew.

"i love how much you love your family, its so special to watch the bond you all have. i love how much you love football, as a player and a fan and a spectator and sometimes an unintentional gaffer!" you grinned lopsidedly, your eyes closed now as leah pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, hugging you tightly.

"i love how good you are with my neices, and how much my mum loves you, even if the two of you gang up on me now!" you cracked open one eye tiredly to glare up at her causing her to chuckle and run a hand through your hair.

you paused as you let out a long yawn, again shuffling back so you were laid down a little more and comfortable once again between leahs outstretched legs. the girl assumed you were finished, her heart well and truly melting at your sweet confessions.

"i love that you are unapologetically yourself and you stand up and speak out on what you believe in. i love that even though you can't cook to save your life you order me pizza and let me pick the movies we watch." leah was grateful the two of you were alone now as she was sure if any of her friends and family saw just how in love she looked with you right now she would have the mick taken out of her forever.

"i love how strong you are and how you bounce back from everything, and you always try to find a silver lining or a different way to look at things. i love that you're so honest and open about how you're feeling and what you need when you need it. i love that-" your last few words were barely understandable as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut again as leah waited a moment before confirming you had indeed finally fallen asleep.

she could have cried at everything you said, and to be honest she was shocked she hadn't given she was basically a puddle of a human being, a pile of sap and heart strings and lovesick puppy eyes for you.

"oh my pretty girl, my best girl, if only you knew just how much i love and adore you. but i promise to spend each and every day showing you so, forever and always."

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Crave and Courage

Request from anon: If its no pressure ofcc could you do Reid x Daughter!reader who has been struggling with addition (i imagine drvgs but anything works ig) and she is trying to get clean but shes been having a hard day and he finds her in the kitchen at like 2am crying with a bottle of … in front of her??

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: Spencer comes home from a case to find you torn between crave and courage.

A/N: Hopefully this is what you were thinking!

CW: reader is addicted to pain medication, talks about addiction, craving, reader has a breakdown

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Your story sounded like one that had been heard a million times before: someone goes in for a relatively simple surgery, you go home with a bottle of prescription pain medication, and the feeling you got from the pills was too hard to resist.

The reason your story was different was because you had Spencer Reid for a father. He was a profiler, but he’d struggled with addiction as well. It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together and help you get back on your feet… sort of.

Nothing was truly that simple.

You still struggled with craving relief from the pressures of life, even if that relief was temporary. You were three months clean, but it was still hard. Spencer had explained that it was hard. He’d rattled off facts and statistics and plans to you. But all of that was easier said than done.

Your dad had been out of town for a week now to work a case across the country. It was harder to stay clean while he wasn’t around, but you’d done it. It didn’t feel good, but you were proud of yourself none-the-less. You knew the pride would soon override the want for just one little-

No. You’d almost made it to four months now. You weren’t going to let that fall through now. Hopefully your dad would be home soon. It would be easier once he was home.

But the day was slowly getting worse. Little inconveniences annoyed you in the morning and the problems grew throughout the day. Some kid pushed you over during gym class, a bad grade on an assignment, something in your lunchbox exploded making everything inedible, a pop quiz you were sure you failed, being late to your class after being locked out of your locker, getting after school detention because you were late to class, getting hit with spitballs throughout detention, being late to the metro stop, having to walk the long way home around construction, finding out through social media that your friends had all gone to see your favorite movie without you, finding out through social media that they had also gone to your favorite restaurant without you, teachers sending emails to ask why you’d been a star student before and now you were close to failing, being unable to concentrate on your homework because of all the noise clouding your head.

That’s how you ended up on the kitchen floor, your hands threaded through your hair on the verge of pulling it out. The bottle was on the tile. The pills inside weren’t your normal craving- they were leftover from when your dad got shot in the knee years ago. They were expired for sure, but when you’d gone through the cabinet in a frenzied search for anything to help you escape, that’s all there was that would fit the bill.

But as soon as you’d read your dad’s name you’d crumbled to the floor- torn between having to confess that you’d given into the craving and the need to feel nothing for just a little while. The sound of pills against plastic triggered your tears when the bottle hit the tile. All you could do was cry silent tears and hope that the agitation you were feeling about everything would exhaust you enough that you’d fall asleep before you had the chance to make a decision.

Spencer walked into the apartment, exhausted from the case and thankful for the silence of the late night. Like usual, you left on the dim lamp in the living area, but unusually you had also left on the lights in the kitchen. He walked over to turn them off. That’s when he heard you, softly crying.

He rushed into the kitchen and the sight before him caused him to freeze: you were curled up with your eyes shut tight, hands pulling at your hair, body trembling, and an old pill bottle turned on its side on the floor. The first thing he did was pick up the bottle to read what it was. When he did, his heart sank. How could he have forgotten to get rid of these? He didn’t forget anything.

With the bottle back on the counter, he knelt to the floor and put his hands gently on your wrists, seeing that your nails had dug into your scalp. “Shhhh-” he cooed. “It’s just me. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

“Dad-” As soon as you realized it was him, you threw yourself into his arms. He gripped you in a hug so tight you thought he might cut off your circulation, but you didn’t care. “I didn’t take any, dad. I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t.”

Spencer rocked you back and forth as if you were a child again, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t get rid of those.”

“I’m sorry I almost gave in-” you started sobbing. Your dad rubbed your back. “I almost-”

“But you didn’t.” A tear escaped his eye. “You didn’t and that’s what matters. You’re so strong, (Y/N). So, so strong.”

“I don’t feel strong,” you managed to choke out.

“Most of the strongest people don’t,” Spencer said quietly. “But they are anyway.”

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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If Yves is willing to just be a friend (and a monster in law by extension) what opinion would he has on your others oc

Part 1/???

part 2

Tw: yves being really condescending and subtly bringing down monty, catty Yves

He thinks Montgomery incapable of taking care of you, Yves is coming over every other day to do the chores and meal prep. He would also prepare containers of healthy, nutritious food for Montgomery, but obviously, your husband is suspicious of it and refuses to eat. Monty wouldn't let you eat it either, fearing that Yves might have poisoned it. In actuality, he didn't. He's just acting nice to stress Montgomery and make him look like a crazy, jealous guy to you.

Yves would have some private talks with him, always about better ways to take care of you. Berating Montgomery for being neglectful for not being two minutes away from you at any given time, unobservant for not knowing how many times you blink in a minute when you're relaxed versus when you're tensed, inept for not doing the house chores good enough to meet Yves's insane standards.

Not to say all Yves does is bash Montgomery. He would praise him if he improved in some aspects (eg., noticing how many times you used the bathroom in a day, Yves would quiz him on that.), albeit condescending or backhanded. But Yves appreciates genuine effort being put into ensuring you're taken care of.

However, after that, he would go on to say that Montgomery could really use some moisturizer on his face and especially hands. Despite having nasty scars himself, Yves would insinuate Montgomery's facial scars are so hideous, that he should consider cosmetic surgery. He offered to pay for it because a friend of his darling, is a "friend" of Yves.

You better hope Montgomery wouldn't explode for his sake, Yves would try to paint him as an unreasonable and mentally unstable man that you shouldn't be associating with (if you're still not that deep in love with him), or should be drugged to be kept pliant (if your love for Montgomery is unwavering).

Yves is extremely shady, he watches your every move and now, Montgomery's every move. He does as much research on your husband as he does on you, just so he could effectively predict him all the time and take the spotlight.

Montgomery is going to buy you a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine's day. So Yves decided that 14th of February is the perfect day to invite you and him over to his house, for Yves's birthday dinner. You will be gifted an exquisite gift hamper with all your favourite things and favourite brands, including roses and chocolates.

Montgomery wanted to surprise you with your favourite drink after work. He made the effort to queue up, pay for a ridiculously overpriced beverage and drive back home without spilling it in his cup holder, only to find out Yves has taken you out to that same shop to give you your fix.

Montgomery saved up enough to buy you that brand new phone. Only to come home empty handed because it was sold out everywhere. Yves conveniently managed to snag the last two units for you and Montgomery. The latter knew that rich bastard must have pre-ordered it.

Your husband made the right call opting to use his older phone instead, or else Yves would have gotten access to all his chat logs, call records and any other digital information on Montgomery. Well, it's not like Yves needed him to use the tampered phone anyways, he already has his means to find all of that out.

Montgomery made a reservation at a fancy restaurant for a date night? Aw, how sweet of him. Such a shame that the system mysteriously lost his records and it's now fully booked out. Your husband was about to get physical with the server for telling him that he didn't make that call, when in fact he did.

Surprise, surprise. Yves showed up to calm the situation down.

Yves coincidentally made a reservation for three so he could meet his associates due to work related reasons. Sadly, something came up for both of them, they couldn't make it. You and Montgomery wouldn't want that reservation to go to waste, would you? You've been dying to try the food at this place.

Montgomery would shoot him a nasty look while Yves would only smile at him ominously.

Your husband tried giving you allowance? It pales in comparison to Yves's monthly $10k deposits into your bank account. You're the breadwinner in this relationship and the cash isn't even from your job.

But he isn't a menace to Montgomery all the time. Yves does throw a bone for him occasionally.

Perhaps he's feeling extra insecure and down about himself for being this imperfect, ugly nobody compared to Yves. There is no use trying to hide his inferiority to Yves, he can smell the fragility in him.

So he would state nothing but facts. You chose Montgomery over Yves. That definitely says something about his immense worth to you despite not being notable compared to the dark haired male. If you really thought very little about Montgomery, you would already be calling Yves your husband instead.

Of course, this would give him an ego boost. Feeling proud that he still won, since you're his partner.

Yves wouldn't allow him to be too cocky, though. So he brought Montgomery back down to earth by telling him he should do something about his body odor.

Maybe he's getting bullied in his workplace, a country bumpkin with no friends nor family aside from you in the city would paint a massive target on his back.

Yves would pull some strings to stop the demeaning comments and pranks happening to Montgomery. Hell, he might even get a raise out of the blue. He would now work in peace and be a lot more chipper before heading to the construction site.

Sometimes, he would be too caught up with work to remember your anniversary. Montgomery would have nothing planned and he would panic, spiraling out of control. He fully planned to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he would be met with your happy face instead. You would thank Montgomery for the lovely gift he allegedly prepared for you.

He would hold you in his arms, confused. When did he get you a luxury watch? He hasn't saved up enough yet to get anything close to this, but it is something Montgomery would have gotten you. Did the dust and toxic fumes from working on the field all day finally condemned his brain?

Only when he took a look at his text messages did he understand.

A text from Yves reads:

"Your smartphone has a feature that reminds you of important dates. Use it."

Montgomery would be grateful, even contemplating paying Yves back. But he decided to keep the money because his monster-in-law became ten times more insufferable than usual, rubbing it in Montgomery's face that he, a third person not (legally) included in the marriage, remembered the anniversary date.

Your husband could be having a stomach ache one day and thought nothing of it. Since it came as quickly as it left, it must be insignificant, so he didn't do anything nor did he tell you.

You could only imagine the surprise when Yves, two days later, marched up to him while he was on his break, and demanded that he head to the hospital. Of course, Montgomery would refuse and think Yves was up to something.

But Yves immediately shuts him up by showing him results of Montgomery's blood and stool sample. He had a viral infection that could have been devastating to his life if it wasn't treated promptly.

He was stunned, frozen on the spot, wracking his brain for how Yves could have possibly obtained these samples when Montgomery wasn't even remotely close to a medical center. The long haired male seized the chance to lead your husband into his car, zooming straight to the emergency department.

As expected, Montgomery would freak out in the car upon realizing what the report implies, he knows Yves is stalking you and him, but he didn't know it was to this extent. How, when, why and where did he snatch a vial of his blood and faeces? The results showed that the samples were taken on the same day he felt that strange pain in his abdomen.

Your "best friend" is fucking insane!

Before Montgomery could strangle Yves out of impulse, he stabbed a syringe filled with a strong sedative onto his neck, knocking him out immediately. It's amazing how he could do that while driving flawlessly.

Montgomery would wake up to see you by his side, holding his hand with a worried look. He smiles and beckons you closer for a kiss. He felt relief from having you here, in the cold and clinical setting of his hospital room.

But that bliss was instantly washed away when Yves walked into the room with a clipboard and his hair tied up with a stethoscope around his neck.

The heart monitor immediately began beeping frantically as Montgomery hyperventilates at the sight of that psychopath pretending to be his doctor.

But Yves is his doctor, you assured him that your good friend is the best one there is. He seems to always know what is happening and Yves has treated you back to health many times.

Montgomery tried to rip out the wires and the IV drip connecting to his cannula, but Yves just sternly called his name. He gave the man a look of warning, which intimidated Montgomery enough to settle down.

Yves explained everything to you, exaggerating his symptoms and telling a lie: Montgomery didn't want to worry you, so he sought medical help in secret. Yves happened to hear about this and decided to take over.

You didn't question the ethics or legality of his story. You would want your beloved husband to be taken care of by someone you wholeheartedly trust.

You hugged Yves out of gratitude. He smiled and savoured what little physical contact he gets with you.

Montgomery was silent the entire time as Yves's discrete, bruising, claw-like grip on his shin sent a loud message that he should play along if he wanted to live.

You then watched Yves listen for any other unusual activity in Montgomery's abdomen using a stethoscope. Your husband is clearly uncomfortable, due to the freezing metal touching his bare skin and his arch nemesis is invading his... everything at this point.

Finding the process boring, you told the men that you will be grabbing something from the vending machine for the three of you.

Yves told you Montgomery's current food restrictions before letting you go. He thanks you for thinking about him too.

Your husband didn't want to be alone with this... demon, he tried grabbing you by the arm. But Yves only dug his nails deeper into his flesh, making him wince in pain.

Once you leave the room, the area suddenly feels so cold. So eerie.

Yves dropped his warm smile and stared at Montgomery blankly.

"W-what the fuck are you?!" Montgomery felt genuine fear rattling his bones.

Yves sat on the freshly unoccupied chair. He crossed his legs and set the clipboard on his lap.

"You stole my beloved away from me." He narrowed his eyes at Montgomery. "But..."

The dark haired man sighed in defeat. "You make them happy."

Your husband cautiously watched him, noticing that Yves's lower eyelid twitched a few times.

"I appreciate the effort you put into loving them. It is a very respectable trait among... your other ones."

There was a beat of silence before Montgomery opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Yves again.

"I care about you, Yeller." Yves's emerald eyes stared straight into Montgomery's brown ones, but there wasn't a hint of fondness directed towards him.

"...and I have my ways of ensuring their safety and yours." He stood up, now towering over him and casting a menacing shadow over Montgomery's vulnerable self.

"Not everyone agrees with my methods. Certainly not you, certainly not (name)."

Montgomery watched him with eyes wide as saucers.

"I trust that you understand not to say a word to them about it." His words were laced with a potent poison, it sent the worst shivers down Montgomery's spine.

"You're fuckin' crazy!" Exclaimed your husband. Yves didn't appreciate the comment as he brought his manicured fingers to the IV tubing, making sure that his rival felt the threat.

"I know what hurts you, Yeller. Don't test my patience."

He could tell that Yves was using those words as a euphemism for death.

Montgomery sealed his lips and Yves's hand returned to his side.

The two men watched each other like hawks, neither of them moving a muscle. One is definitely much more anxious than the other.

In the end, Yves took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You stupid boy. If it wasn't for your excessive drinking..." Yves trailed off, seemingly complaining to no one in particular. Montgomery doesn't know if he is having a headache over his infection or the fact that he's married to you.

"They could have chosen a better man, at least someone who takes care of himself, is in a prestigious line of work and has some common sense. But... they chose you." He crossed his arms and glared at Montgomery.

"Congratulations." Yves continued bitterly. "They chose you, and you are nothing like me." He spat harshly, turning his back to Montgomery, and sighing frustratedly before burying his face in a hand.

"You are nothing like me..." He repeated softly, his voice was wavering and cracked. A strong sense of melancholy could be felt in the air.

Montgomery turned his attention to the door, wondering what is taking you so long. He fears that Yves would eventually kill him and make it seem like he died due to natural causes.

Yves wiped a stray tear away before turning around to face Montgomery again.

"You are such a disgrace." He whispered. "Yet, they still chose you."

Montgomery opened his mouth to say something, but was again, interrupted by your arrival.

Like a switch being flipped, Yves donned a charming, motherly smile as you offered him a salad bowl you got from the vending machine. He now exudes a caring and inviting vibe that was a complete 180⁰ from what your husband witnessed.

"Why, thank you, my dear." Yves would give you a totally platonic peck on the head.

You froze and looked at Montgomery. He would usually lose his temper over touches like these, you wouldn't want him to start a fight with his doctor.

But instead,

"Thanks, sweetheart." He took the fresh apple meant for him, out of your hands. Montgomery kissed you on the cheek before smoothing your hair with a large hand. He appeared not to care about what Yves did, which made you release a breath of relief. Perhaps they talked their feelings out and built some trust between each other?

Yves excused himself, saying he has somewhere to be. He opened his arms, wanting a hug from you. You gladly comply seeing Montgomery nodded in agreement.

He held you tight for a few seconds before reluctantly letting you go. Yves bid you and Montgomery goodbye before leaving the room.

You didn't catch the scowl directed towards the short haired man.

You climbed onto his hospital bed and snuggled under your husband's arm, resting your head on his chest.

Montgomery pressed a couple of kisses onto the crown of it while absentmindedly rubbing your back up and down.

There are a lot of things for him to process today. He's just glad that you're here to ease the pain

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Love, Eddie

Hello Sweethearts! I’m finally getting around to making a masterlist of all the notes from Eddie I’ve collected. Thank you for all the love and interactions with my notes and prepare yourself for more tooth-rotting sweetness from your favorite metalhead -Bird

[ Vol. 2 ]

Eddie sneaks into your house to see you

Eddie is jealous

Eddie missed you last period

Eddie comforts you after your mom passes away

Eddie doesn’t write a response, he just kisses you

Steve ruined Eddie’s surprise date for you

Eddie loves his excessive PDA and gets you in trouble

Eddie’s Valentine’s Day letter

Eddie needs the notes from last class

Eddie wants to borrow your jacket

Eddie is being a difficult study partner

Eddie wants to drive you home

Eddie’s school ID

Eddie comes to your rescue

Your Hellfire shirt

Eddie the tattoo artist

Eddie and his poor van

Making fun of Eddie’s campaigns

You forgot to get your permission slip signed

Eddie lost his lunchbox

Eddie gives you a pop quiz

Queen of Hawkins application

Eddie is late to class

Eddie’s DIY haircuts

Eddie’s shortie

Eddie wishes you good luck

Sweetheart and Princess

Eddie hands you back your notebook

On your nightstand

Steve’s advice

Eddie asking to hangout

Eddie invites you to see Corroded Coffin

Your parent’s aren’t fond of Eddie

Eddie wants you to relax

Go to Hell, Eddie

Halloween costumes

Eddie makes fun of your glasses

Eddie asks you to move in

Eddie’s your new best friend

Eddie has questions [NSFW]

You’re in big trouble [NSFW]

Eddie has instructions for you [NSFW]

Eddie’s going to miss you

Eddie asks you to prom

Eddie found a puppy

Eddie sees your new hairstyle [NSFW]

Eddie sees you’re sad

You rolled your eyes at Eddie [NSFW]

Eddie’s request [NSFW]

You’re falling asleep in class

Eddie tells Wayne about you

You were watching Eddie’s presentation

You caught Eddie walking another girl to class

Eddie at band practice

You’re welcomed at the Munson trailer

Eddie after your first date

Eddie called you this morning

Eddie doesn’t want to study [NSFW]

Eddie says goodbye to you

Eddie screws up his date

Eddie yells at you during Hellfire

Eddie thinks you don’t love him

Eddie gets advice from Steve again

You fell asleep in Eddie’s arms

Eddie says good morning

You stole Eddie’s vest

You and Eddie’s first fight

Eddie is cold

Eddie takes care of you after wisdom teeth surgery

Soft Eddie

You vs Corroded Coffin

Keep your head up

Uncle Wayne missed you

Stay up on the phone with Eddie

You saved Eddie’s performance

Eddie builds better habits

Eddie during finals

Eddie finds a grey hair

You make Eddie laugh

You’re jealous over Eddie

Eddie wants to go home

You’re Eddie’s future

Robin asks Eddie if he’s okay

Eddie sees you’re anxious

Eddie stands up for you

You helped Eddie clean his room

Eddie is mad at you

You’re jealous of Chrissy

You doodled Eddie

Eddie picks up your favorite candy

Eddie confesses his feelings

Eddie asks you to open up

Eddie’s sunshine

Switching seats with Eddie

Eddie got a job

Long distance with Eddie

Clingy Eddie

You’re in a bad mood

You’re the one for Eddie

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie pov #joseph quinn #eddie x reader

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strawberryamanita · 6 months

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Y'all ready for another stupid fucking quiz?

No, you cannot say Other for this one

And no, I don't think this is an easy answer either. I know Schneep is more austere, but how many successful procedures has he been part of on-camera? 👀

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #markiplier egos #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye egos #dr iplier #dr. iplier #doctor iplier #dr schneeplestein #dr. schneeplestein #doctor schneeplestein #henrik schneeplestein

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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I got that random encounter with a dude named Art and a synth that looks exactly like him and you have to decide which is the synth and which isn't, and it got me thinking...

How do you think the companions would react to encountering a synth that looks exactly like them (maybe sent to spy on the SS for the institute??), and the synth tries to convince the SS that they're actually the real version of their companion? What would each of the companions say to try to show the SS that they're the actual real version of themselves?

Cait; kills it on sight and just...digs around for the chip as proof. The real Cait wouldn't hesitate, but the biggest tell, is that the Institute synth would be too physically clean, not have her calluses, and wouldn't smell the way she does. Which is to say, like blood and B.O.

Curie; would 100% try to befriend the synth, being a synth herself. Questions the logic behind making a synth of a synth. Her trying to make friends is what you could use to figure out who's real, as the synth synth would be encouraging you to kill Curie, and Curie would be excited to have a sister.

Danse; kills it pre-BB, similar to Cait. Brings it back to the Prydwen for study and stays there for a while, since the Institute is now gunning for him. Post-BB, this would go so messy i don't even know how to describe it. I think the Danse synth synth would try to be the real, human Danse, in which case, you'd have to keep actual Danse from offing himself. Whichever one tries that, that's your Danse.

Deacon; I'm not me, how are you me??? Would try to talk the synth down into going to the Railroad, escaping. Problem is, the synth would do the same thing to Deacon. And both of them are insistent they aren't the synth. Also, both of them are liars. Your clue here? Skin. The synth wouldn't have Deacon's leathery skin and built up surgical markings. The Institute wouldn't give a synth years and years of plastic surgery. Also, could quiz them both on RR info. The synth wouldn't know.

Gage; ...I was going to go Cait style. But...Gage might be interested. An inside contact into the Institute...Gage canonically thinks better of them than the other factions. And hey, having a body double isn't the worst thing in the world. So, he might try to offer a little deal. Yeah, you can take my place, I'll handle the business side of things from the background, and you make it worth our while. The synth would, again, be the one wanting you to kill the other guy. That could potentially catch you up, but if you know Gage well enough to know he's always looking for an opportunity, you'll see who's who.

Hancock; Maybe the easiest one. Hancock would assume he's tripping and seeing things, ignoring the synth. The synth is the one that isn't high, and acknowledges the other first. Hancock would blink and be surprised you could see it too. Not sure if he'd want to kill the synth, but I think he'd feel like he had to. He's a mayor. He can't have a clone from the Institute, who could potentially go to Goodneighbor and hand it over on a silver platter.

MacCready; Freaked the fuck out and immediately worries about Duncan. That's your cue. The synth would be busy insisting he's the real one, MacCready would be openly panicked over Duncan's safety, if they got him, too. Also, the synth's teeth would be too white. Years of eating candy, drinking soda, not brushing? Can't fake that.

Nick; this is the plot of far harbor but whichever one stinks of cigarettes smoke and creaks too much when he moves. The other guy is cleaner and doesn't have the traits you get only from age. Would also try to talk the guy into bailing on the Institute, has a higher chance of succeeding.

Piper; Piper is the one who's horrifed...but also,, kinda proud. Like...smug. They felt she was important enough to replace her, which means her papers are right, which means McDonough is 100% a synth! Whichever one of them starts sassing is the real Piper, the fake one going crazy and begging you to kill the other is the synth. This has a high chance of catching someone up.

Preston; pities the fool who wants to be him, do what he does. Like Hancock, wouldn't want to kill it, but Preston has a position of power he can't let the Institute have on weekends or some shit. You could tell who's who based on two crucial things; hat hair, and eyebags. Preston wears his hat too much, the other guy probably just got it.

X6-88; Confused at this. Why? Takes the synth back to the Institute by force and goes around until someone gives him an answer. Who the fuck is wasting time like this? If the Institute is destroyed, kills it, and starts wondering if there are multiple of one synth, and the things like X6-88, M7-97, etc...are less like codes, and more like brand names. There's not much you could do to tell X6-88 and a copy apart. Your best bet is body language, or if you're a clever cookie, hand them both your gun and see who's most familiar with it. X6-88 would know it intimately even without using it, having watched you. The other guy would fumble a bit.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage

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hadesoftheladies · 5 months

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the greatest social contagion of our time (other than misogyny ofc) is capitalism. human “progress” is dictated and regulated by capital. “why are we going to war?” capital. “why are women’s rights regressing?” capital. “why are gay people suddenly in every tv show despite homophobia being rampant?” capital. “why is there a push for men to wear makeup and transpeople to get surgery?” it’s not progress, it’s capital. BBLs, “shave with this feminist razor,” boy clothes or girl clothes, for him/for her, “you deserve the perfect wedding,” girl dinner, “celebrate your melanin skin with this bronzer for $199,” “here’s a funny ad making fun of vegans from a meat factory, isn’t it funny?” “take our free quiz to find out your aesthetic/if you’re neurodivergent,” “10 signs you could have psycho personality disorder” . . . it’s been marketing from the start.

it doesn’t matter if it’s crazy, untrue or evil—it makes bank. human rights don’t matter if they don’t make capital. human lives don’t matter if they don’t have capital. you are not an agent in your life or country without capital. merchant class and consumer class is how the world is sliced. 99.9% of every piece of entertainment is marketing. it is marketing beliefs and ideas for the sake of capital with no regard to human quality of life. that’s why you can have an influx of movies and songs about, idk, black lives mattering, but if the exploitation of black people makes more bank than their liberation, the oligarchs and emperors will do whatever they need to do to get the extra buck. they’ll find a charity, and starve sweatshop workers. maybe even fund a dictator’s army to keep the nation destabilized.

like literally every facet of human life has become capitalistic. be it religion, academia, clothing, etc. it’s everywhere in everything. we used to be able to just like what we liked, but now every like of ours is a data point that is used to market and constrain our own natural, evolving self-expression into a strict niche. companies offer more products than services. like who would we be if we allowed ourselves to be contradicted? if we stopped reading tabloid experts? if we just IGNORED social media campaigns or trends? if we just stopped trying to keep up in a race that never finishes?

most people don’t even realize how much their identities are shaped by what they consume. how the doctrine of consumption has ruined their relationships. there is no loneliness bug or depression virus going around. we just talk and behave and see ourselves and each other as assets because we’re used to being treated as customers or products. that’s why we’re so sick and isolated! humanity is so so sick because of this thing like from the skin to the roots! none of it is sustainable!

it’s also not immutable. companies are effective in telling us what we want, but we have always been able to make demands. is this how you want the world to run? no? it’s time to switch up then. I’m talking unsubscribing, deleting apps, buying a house with friends instead of marrying, creating demand for services. consumers are literally the driving force of economy. being mindful of this matters.

#capitalism #this is why entertainment has grown even more shallow even though it wasn’t before #we have to deconstruct our identities and behaviors in order to heal ourselves tbh #it’s so dire

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medstudentblues · 7 months

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I am currently in the school’s reading room. It’s a full house today, there are lots of undergraduate students studying. I just came from the hospital. We just had a lecture about Anesthesia in Ophthalmic Surgeries. To be honest, I was not too thrilled about going on duty today because I’m basically on a 28-hour duty. I may only go home tomorrow noon and it’s only half past 10 in the morning. I believe that the key to surviving things / circumstances one does not like is to just give one’s 100%, all the time, so there would be no regrets.

And so I did — I am giving my 100% today and my morning had already turned for the better. We had a post-lecture quiz and I got the highest score among my peers and Doctor C gave me an incentive! I did not expect to win at all because in order to win the game, you need to think fast and click the right answer fast. I usually think first and click slow lol. I normally do not buy expensive coffee since I am frugal but today I will make an exception and buy one because 1) I deserved it, 2) it will be coming from the incentive, and 3) I need a motivation to get me through this 28-hour duty. Mostly it’s because of number three lol.

I realized earlier that Anesthesiology questions revolve around autonomics mostly. Every physiologic manifestation / effect of an anesthetic drug just revolves around it. Doctor C emphasized on that which helped me better understand Anesthesiology. Apart from her smarts and wit, she was also funny! Her husband is a Radiologist (a non-toxic specialty) and she told us a funny story how she went out in the middle of the night to go back to the hospital because of an emergency surgery and she left teary-eyed, watching her husband and child sleep peacefully (this story is funnier when told in person!).

This leads me back to the reading room. I plan to do revision again on how I study; maybe use pre-made flashcards, print notes to really digest them, print more tables? Let’s see. Maybe watch an episode of Big Bang Theory or Star Trek, whichever strikes my fancy.

I have another class from 1pm-3pm (Regional Anesthesia), then I will go home for an hour to maybe nap, cuddle with my dog, and take a bath before our night shift. After that glorious hour, I will go back to the hospital. Ahh, the life of an intern doctor. It’s crazy.

#studyspo #studyblr #studycommunity #bujo #desk #productivity #bookblr #bullet journal #notebook #study #musings #personal #clerkship

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dr-aashish-arbat-pune · 1 year

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fearfulachilles · 4 months

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5. fixing hearts.

chapter five to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: it’s time to work with kento, the man you had just rejected after a one-time unlikely experience in his car. he’s keeping things professional, but can you?

sticky note: please keep in mind all medical illnesses i mention are fake, made up, and most likely from a generator website. if you google them they probably won't come up or make sense.

Tomorrow came too fast for your liking. It was time for you to work with Kento, the man you had just rejected after a one-time unlikely experience in his car. You’re sure this is karma for all the hearts you’ve broken of the young men you dated.

You were never the one for long term, serious relationships. The guys you would meet thought that’s what they wanted too, a fun time with no strings attached. But they all ended after a short amount of time when you reject their offer for something more serious. They’d call you a slut and a whore, but you never really cared.

The only person it didn’t happen with was Choso. He let you come and go as you pleased and because of that you started coming around more often. You didn’t realize yourself doing that and when you did, Yuji had already offered you this great opportunity.

You expect it to be awkward with Kento or expect him to be upset with you for rejecting him the day prior. You’re pleasantly surprised when Kento is completely professional with you. He does the same as Satoru, shows you and Megumi CT scans, MRIs, and pathology reports to educate and quiz you both throughout the morning. It’s like nothing ever happened. You’re happy about that, right?

You learn Kento is a cardiovascular surgeon. He works with one of the most vital and delicate organs of the body.

Kento’s preferred way of documentation is pretty simple. He likes full sentences and likes to document any social history that may cause complications before or after surgery.

He’s a lot more thorough than Satoru, who would just glance at the chart note and say good enough, save it, let’s move on. No, Kento stops after every patient to read your and Megumi’s chart notes from the screen of the laptops you held before approving them or asking for something to be changed.

When Kento checked your notes, his sense of personal space didn’t exist. You’d feel the firmness of his chest pressing against the back of your shoulder as he towered over you and leaned in to read your chart note. His voice was almost as close as it was that night in his car, so you had to focus even more to hear the correction he’d suggest for you to do.

It didn’t help that Kento didn’t like wearing his white coat. He wore light blue scrubs that contracted nicely to his blonde hair and light brown eyes. His arms were big, you hadn’t noticed that before. They contoured and flexed under the bright lights of the clinic. They looked strong and muscular, veins sculpted on his hands and up his forearms.

You don’t notice you’re staring until Megumi has the nerve to nudge your side with his pointy elbow. You grunt at him and direct your eyes to your own laptop screen.

Lunch comes around faster than yesterday. Yuji and Nobara are paired with Dr. Gojo today and their moods reflect it. They’re happier than the day before, though Nobara complains that Dr. Gojo talks too much nonsense with the patients and gets them get behind schedule.

Then, they lean in and ask how it’s going with “Dr. No Pump Chump.” You roll your eyes and have to press your lips together to not give them the satisfaction of smiling.

“She’s been drooling over him all morning.” Megumi answers for you, then takes a bite of his salad.

You scoff and hit his shoulder. “I have not!”

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Kento didn’t waste time chatting unrelated topics with his patients like Satoru does. Sometimes an elderly patient would trap him in a conversation and he’d feel obligated to entertain them for a couple of minutes, but he was quick to say his goodbyes and open the exam room door for you and Megumi to step out first.

One particular patient, a 73-year-old woman, came in with her granddaughter who seemed to be a couple years older than you.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Nanami.” The young woman says, and she reaches over and places a hand on his upper arm. His body constricts just for a moment, but you notice it. Her smile is alluring, beautiful, painted with red lipstick. “You’ve basically made my grandmother’s heart brand new.”

Kento smiles small, like he did when he said I look forward to working with you yesterday. His response is simple and straight to the point, “of course. Thank you for joining her today.”

He’s about to wrap the visit up when the young woman jumps in and continues trying to converse with him. She leans in a little, her long hair falling to frame her face so perfectly. “Can I ask, what made you get into heart surgery? Got tired of breaking hearts so you decided to start fixing them?”

Her eyes trail from his large arms to his collarbone visible from his scrub top, up his neck that you’ve bitten and kissed, until they get to his face. She’s eyeing him like a piece of candy.

He deals with this a lot. Patients or family of patients are always so interested in him. He’s attractive, tall, with a good career and with no wedding ring in sight. He just never likes how inappropriate the timing is.

He chuckles at her joke, but it’s not genuine. You can tell it isn’t. He laughed at everything you said at the bar, you know how deep and rumbling his true laugh is.

“No, nothing like that.” He then gets up from the medical stool he’s seated on and opens the exam room door before the young woman could continue. He lets you step out first, then Megumi, then the patient, and he walks out chatting with the young woman together.

You’re not sure why you’re so irritated, but you are. Megumi steps a couple of inches away from you as he can sense the tension in your face build up. You look at him and glare, like he’s acting unreasonable because you’re fine. Megumi’s face just says sure you are.

“Don’t forget to look for signs of infection on her incisions. I’ll check the stitches on her next post-op visit.” You heard Kento explain to the young woman. She looks… disinterested, almost disappointed Kento isn’t flirting back. Your mood picks up slightly when hearing how strictly professional the private conversation they’re having is.

Kento is obviously a no nonsense man. He doesn’t relish in the unneeded attention from patients like Satoru does. He doesn’t provoke, engaged, or instigate any of it. You’re almost positive if you hadn’t told him you weren’t looking for something serious yesterday, he would want something serious with you now. He’s not the type of man you usually go for, least of all at this time in your life when you have your future planned out ahead of you.

He comes back to the nurse station and takes a seat an open chair in front of a computer. You watch as his arms flex when he brings up his hand to run through his blonde hair. You watch his fingers type away at the keyboard, they’re long and thick, you never got the chance to feel them.

You see yourself back in his car, picking up where you both left off. Your bottoms are discarded to the backseat and your legs are on either side of his thighs. His fingers are rubbing tiny circles on your clit through your underwear. You can feel his hot mouth on your skin again, his perfect teeth scraping along your neck until he’s nibbling near your collarbone.

His large fingers finally pull your underwear to the side and find their way to your needy cunt where they gather up your growing slickness. He teases your hole and you clench around nothing, hungry for his fingers. Kento clears his throat, you’re not sure why, but you just focus on how good he’s making you feel.

The tips of his fingers start to tease their way in. You’re not sure if Kento is a tease, you like to think he is. Just the tips of his fingers are enough to begin stretching you. Again, he clears his throat. Then he does it again. Why is he doing that?

You realize Megumi is the one clearing his throat next to you. He snaps you out of your delicious daydream quickly. You blink a few times before looking over at your annoying roommate. He motions to his mouth and he’s telling you You’re drooling again, you got a little something right there…

You know you’re not actually drooling, so you nudge his arm with your shoulder hard. You shake out all dirty thoughts in your mind and look at your laptop screen.

There’s a lull now, waiting for his next patient to be ready. You peek over to see what Kento’s looking at on his screen, and see a diagnosis you’re familiar with.

“You’ve treated patients with Cordis Aneurisma?” You ask him.

Kento seems to maintain really good eye contact when speaking, but only with you. He doesn’t look at Satoru when he talks to him, he didn’t look at the young woman when she flirted with him, but with you his eyes never seem to waver. They didn’t at the bar and they don’t waver now.

“I treated them as much as I could. Surgery can only go so far.” He replies. “You know of it?”

Cordis Aneurisma is incredibly rare. It’s genetic and eventually becomes terminal. Though, it takes years and years to get really severe. It starts off with simplest symptoms, then broad cardiovascular symptoms, then the telling symptoms start all too late.

“My mom had it.” You say it so easily.

You haven’t spoken of your mother since moving. You told Yuji about her passing during the drive, and though he has been your childhood best friend, he didn’t know your mother well. He knew she was kind and worked two jobs to support three kids and was never home. You were always at Yuji’s house too, hanging with him and his brothers.

A look of concern flashes on Kento's face as he watches you, but you don't notice it as your eyes read the chart note on screen. The patient is older than your mother and she's still alive, but her symptoms listed on the chart are similar to the ones your mom had recently. You seem sad for a moment, you miss your mom and you feel bad for this patient.

Now's not the time to call attention to this. Megumi doesn't know of your mother and you're at work right now. You brush it off quickly, and when you look back at Kento, he's still staring at you. You're not sure what the expression on his face is, but you don't pay any mind to it.

“Now, can I ask what really made you get into heart surgery, Dr. Nanami?” You're slightly mocking the young woman he spoke to just now, the telling smirk on your lips makes Kento laugh. It sounds light and real, like it did at the bar.

He likes hearing Dr. Nanami from your mouth. He momentarily thinks back at the pretty moans you gave him in his car, when you were on top of him and grinding against his erection. He looks down at his hands at the keyboard in front of him, having to readjust himself on the uncomfortable rolling chair he's sitting on before looking back at you. He's still smiling, though it's smaller.

“I like a challenge. Heart surgery is intense, hardcore, there's nothing's like it.” He explains. He sounds passionate. You can tell he likes what he does for a living.

“Except neurosurgery~” Dr. Gojo chimes in, in a sing-song tune. Kento's smile and light posture go away too soon as the younger physician comes out of nowhere. “I'd like to see the heart do anything without the brain telling it.”

“I assumed you were familiar with being brain dead.” Kento's comeback is quick without skipping a beat. You giggle at it, and Kento's smile returns for a minute.

Dr. Gojo isn't so amused like you are. His lips are in a straight line and his eyes are dull. Kento isn't looking at him, like he never does with anyone but you, and is instead back focus on the computer screen.

“Anyways,” Satoru moves on, his tone changing to upbeat once again. He calls for your attention. “How would you like to work with Dr. Nanami on your own tomorrow?”

“Alone?” You question. Your eyes flicker to Kento. “I mean, it's pretty soon.”

“I believe in you.” Satoru smiles at you. The simple but encouraging words from him make you feel a little more confident. You reluctantly nod in agreement. “Don't be too hard on her, Kento.” Satoru says, his voice fading as he walks away.

Kento finally drags his eyes away from the computer once Satoru is out of sight and looks at you. You give him a smile, the awkward tension filling you again. Tomorrow will be interesting.

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