#Best Speciality Pathologist

[loadedberetta]

hospital!141 will always have a special place in my heart

Price is the leader of the unit, he transferred from family medicine; craving the rush of the hospital setting and settling for a position in the ER

Ghost (dr Riley sounds so GOOD) is a pathologist; that man hates interacting with people and the meticulousness is right up his alley. bonus: interest in microbiology and mortuary medicine

Gaz still wears his fresh white coat he got gifted after he finished residency; he's trauma med right up there with Price, eating 24 and 36 hours shifts for breakfast. bubbly and kind with a sweet spot for the nurses of his unit. always so respectful and level with them

Soap is the best orthopaedic surgeon you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. he's bright, always has a solution for everything, and is a wizard with the scalpel. how, you don't know, as you've only seen him running around the hospital, never backing down from an extra shift yet still being there on the unit hike the following Sunday

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[lushafterglow]

Trouble -> Chapter one

This is gonna suck.

Story Summary: Final year in college, the intern year. You get a once in a lifetime opportunity when Shoko Ieiri lets you intern at her hospital with her and her team.

Chapter summary: While it is your final year in your university you get an internship for one of the most important hospitals from Ieiri Shoko. You help her and study under her. You meet her two co-workers Geto and Gojo. The latter making you wish you chose a different career path.

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Warnings: none

Taglist: @satxoru

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Ieiri Shoko. One of the most top Pathologist working in Tokyo. Apart of the ‘dream team’ of diagnostics. You had read almost everyone of her articles.

So when you got an offer from Shoko herself to come study under her and her team, you were so excited. This would be the best hands on experience you could get.

—

You walked up to the reception lady — nervous. “I’m here to internship under Dr Shoko.” The woman slowly looked up.

She made a disapproving hum before reaching over to her phone. She dialed a number and waited for the other side to pick up.

You fingers tapped against the counter, while slightly bitting you cheek.

“Dr Shoko? Yes there’s a lady up here claiming she’s interning under you.” “Okay I’ll send her up.”

She placed the phone back down and looked up at you. “Room 165 4th floor.” You nodded and made your way to the elevators, the whole trip up you were panicking.

What should you say? What if she made a mistake choosing you? Oh god what were you going to say?!

The doors opened and their the doctor herself was standing. “Welcome, I figured I’d meet you here so I could show you the way to my office.”

You nodded dumbly and followed after her quickly as she gestured for you to follow with her hand.

She opened the door — that had her name and practice written perfectly— and held it open for you.

Once you entered you noticed to other people. They must be Geto and Gojo. Two other best doctors of Tokyo that were apart of Dr Shoko team.

“Hey, I’m Geto.”

The one with long black hair spoke up, send you a slight wave with a kind smile. You smiled back and was quick to introduce yourself as well. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Dr Geto.”

You looked over too the next guy, who was tossing a ball up in the and catching it, only to continue to repeat it.

“You must be Dr Gojo?” You asked just to clarify, you didn’t want to mistake him for someone else.

He caught the ball once again but didn’t toss it back up. He turned his chair to you and looked you up and down before clicking his tongue.

“Uh huh, that’s me scrubs.” You looked down to your white scrubs before telling him your name, feeling a bad vibe from him. “Oh my name is Y/N.”

“Yeah I heard.” Okay no need to be an asshole. You thought to yourself.

Doctor Shoko cleared her throat before interrupting the little challenging stare the two of you were sharing. “Okay, now that that’s out the way. Why don’t we start taking a look at this case.”

Shoko placed a file folder onto the table for Gojo to pick up.

He placed his ball in his coat and opened the file up, Geto leaning over his shoulder taking a look as well. “Night terrors, and double vision. Kid was hit in the head at a football game recently. Nothing special.”

“This case was given to use by Yaga. We have to at least find a solution to his problem.” Geto reminded the white haired doctor.

“Here’s a solution and here’s the problem: kid has a concussion and needs to sleep.” Gojo threw the folder onto the table.

You picked it up and started to look over his case. Multiple doctors, all saying the same thing as doctor Gojo.

“This kids seen a lot of doctors.” Your voice spoke up, stopping the bickering between Shoko and Gojo.

“So?” Gojo was looking at you as if you didn’t even know how to spell toast. “Different kinds of doctors saying the same thing. If there treatment isn’t working, then the diagnosis is wrong.”

Gojo pushed himself out the chair and walked around the table to you. He was tall, over 6’ foot tall.

He looked over your shoulder and looked at the file on more time. He let out a bored hum and snatched it from you — making his way to the door.

“Gojo where are you going?!” Shoko’s irritated voice stopped him as he slightly opened the door. “I’m gonna go examine this patient, and proved all this is, is some worried parents.”

He walked out the door making Shoko sigh out in annoyance. “I’m sorry about him. He’s always my way or no way.” You nodded at her and gave her an awkward smile.

“It’s okay, maybe it was something I did?”

Geto placed a hand on your shoulder, and smiled at you. “Your interning yes?”

You nodded up at the doctor beside you. “Then maybe go with Gojo and see what he does, hands on experience is the best kind.” You looked to Shoko weary.

“You should listen to Geto, besides me and him need to go over things in private.” You nodded you head in understanding and made your way to exit the room.

You noticed Dr Gojo by the elevator doors and hurried over him. When Gojo saw you making your way over to him he clicked on the button more.

He stepped into the doors and sighed in relief when the started closing. Though that relief was short lived as your hand stopped the doors from shutting all the way.

“Look I don’t do autographs lady.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance and stepped into the elevator beside him. “Geto and Shoko sent me with you.”

“Of course they did.” He whispered to the sky as if he was cursing god.

“I haven’t even met you more than ten minutes and you already hate me.” You turned and gave the taller man a pointed stare.

The doors opened back up and Gojo started to walked to the patient’s room. “I don’t hate you.” He opened the door. “I just don’t like you.” And walked through it, not holding it open.

You hurried into the room and just remained at the door, not wanting to get on his bad side any worse.

“So, mark. I hear you hit your head pretty bad.” Mark nodded his head and Gojo took a seat on the counter of the room. “What I’m interested in is your night terrors.”

“There awf-awful.” Mark spoke, but stutters as if he doesn’t even want to remember it. “He hasn’t slept in days.” His mother adds on.

“Really? Says here that your last doctors recommended it and prescribed you sleeping pills. Are you not taking them?” You could already see where Gojo was leading with this.

“I- I can’t, the nightmares won’t go away.”

Gojo turned his head to you and gave you a look saying ‘I told you so.’ “Night terrors happens from two things. An injury from the head, or high stress such as sexual assault.”

Your eyes widens at Gojo’s words, they were pointed at the parents even if he was talking to Mark. “Are you accusing us?” That dad was quick to jump and question. Rightfully so.

“No, I’m telling you want it comes from in most cases, you son has had an injury to the head. So don’t worry, child care won’t come knocking.”

The audacity of this man. “Take the sleeping pills, your kids fine.” Gojo grabbed the folder and handed it to you as he walked out.

You follow him through the doors, “did you seriously have to be like that to them?” Gojo stopped and turned to you.

“In the folder it says that they’ve listened to the doctors. That they’ve taken the treatment.” He pointed to the file before continuing on. “Your argument was if the treatment isn’t working then something’s wrong with the diagnosis.

That kid admitted to not taking the sleeping pills, so he’s not taking the treatment, that’s the problem, not the diagnosis.”

You were too stunned to even speak, not like you even could, because the second you went to say something Gojo sushed you.

You looked to where he’s looking — through the window in the door — and on the other side you just seen it last second a jerk in the leg.

Gojo was quick to walk back in and ask the boy questions.

“Are you tired?” Mark was quick to not yes, but Gojo further explained. “Are you tired this second, this instant?”

“No, I’m not tired right now.” The parents were quick to ask questions but gojo only continued to question the teenager. “Did you feel that twitch in your leg?” A no came from mark.

Gojo started to flash a light in his eyes and you turned to the worried parents and started to answer there question.

“Sometimes if the brain thinks we’re falling asleep they will send a signal, to try and wake up that part of the body. The brain is thinking the body is dying.”

The couple only grew more worried and ask more questions.

Gojo took a few steps away from the boy and stood beside you. “Good job, now they think there kids gonna die.” You looked to the couple who were hugging there kid. You looked back to Gojo and noticed how blue his eyes actually were.

The doctor handed you the light he was using, “admit him over night and get the nurse to do another family history check.”

—

“He was so cocky about it too! ‘Now they think he’s gonna die’ well obviously that wasn’t my intention!”

You groaned to your roommate. Maki laughed at your frustration.

“I swear imma drop out cause of him.” You placed your face into the pillow on the couch and screamed.

While Maki did find enjoyment in this, she was also always your voice of reason. “Well, you only have to deal with him for a year. Then once you finish collage, it’ll be easy to get hired somewhere.”

You peaked your head up and sighed, ”yeah but he’s so annoying.”

“Maki got up and went to throw away her bag of chips, calling out from the kitchen, “well he is a big shot Doctor!”

When she walked back to the living room she demanded you tell her more about the case you were working on.

“We’re going over possibilities of what could be the problem tomorrow. So we’ll know more then.”

At the end of the day Maki was right, one year of dealing with some cocky prick for your career to take off.

First chapter done! I’ll have the second out soon! If you’d like to be added to the taglist just comment, have a great day and I hope you enjoyed!

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[modernperplexity]

Mine Ch. 1: Homecoming

Chapter Rating: E (18+) Minors DNI, mention of alcohol, substance abuse, suggestive language, abandonment.

Word Count: 4K

A/N: Ahh the day is here and Chapter 1 is finally posted! I apologize for the delay. I had originally planned for this to be up sooner but life happened and my week became more busy than expected. You guys, this first chapter is kind of massive as I am introducing characters and setting up the plot. As I mentioned in my previous post, this is my very first fic so please be kind and bear with me. My asks are open to suggestions, questions, comments, etc. I definitely want to grow and improve as a writer <3

Again, special thanks to @ssuperficialspacecadett, your advice on fic writing was truly helpful! <3 Please, please, please be sure to check out her writing! She is SO very talented!

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Happy Frankie Friday y'all!

Mine Masterlist

Mine Chapter 1: Homecoming

It felt like the billionth-mile marker you had passed on the way to your new apartment. “Almost home, just three more hours to go.” you quietly encouraged your tired self after 18 hrs on the road. You miss the warm kiss of the Florida sun and the palm trees gently swaying in the cool breeze of the beach. The open road ahead was brimming with new possibilities but the closer you came to home, the more daunting it all became. Your hands nervously gripped the steering wheel as you took a deep breath in and slowly out. “It’s the right choice, new job, new era, just with familiar people...It was the right call.” You muttered to yourself, doing your best to quiet the insecure thoughts with your favorite podcast.

You had loved Seattle- absolutely adored it. Your job was amazing, and your apartment beautiful, but tainted. So you pushed through an extra six months after calling off the engagement in an attempt to make the city your own, only to realize you had outgrown it. You had outgrown that relationship too, gave him so many damn chances to fess up about his dubious behavior but drew the line when you serendipitously found a red lacey thong under his bed.

*RINGGG* your phone blared through your train of thought, consequently yanking you back to earth. “Hey, girl! How’s the road?” Michele had been ecstatic at the recent news of your return and proud that you had split with Sam. He was what she often referred to as a “pinche cabron” (fucking idiot). After all, Michele was not the type of person to keep her thoughts to herself. She was always intuitive and strong. Her shoulder being the one you’d lean on time and time again.

“It’s…long” you laughed nervously, “Can’t wait to get my hands on a Cubano and some Tostones.”

“Oh my god! That’s right, you’ve been deprived! I’ll pick some up for us and swing by your new place. Just send me your new address and ETA.”

“You’re an angel! Thank you!” you chirped, your voice betraying your efforts to mask the anxiety boiling up in your chest.

“Hey… you okay?” 

Nothing gets past this woman.

A deep sigh relieves the tension in your body while you shift in your seat, stretching your aching back. “Yeah, just getting in my head. Coming home is the right call…right?”. You almost felt defeated, like you moved across the country and came back with nothing to show for it.

“Absolutely! Honestly, after everything that happened. I don’t blame you. I would’ve done the same thing. You know what? I know just what you need. We’re going out.” 

The next few days were a blur. The moving boxes in your living room were now nearly gone thanks to Michele and a couple of other friends and family that had stopped by to welcome you back home. Thank goodness for their help, your body was so tired from the trip, it didn’t dawn on you until last night that you’d start your new Speech Language Pathologist Assistant (SLPA) job at the speech clinic the next day. 

The clinic had more Speech Language Pathologists (SLPs) and SLPAs than you were used to but that was a blessing honestly. After a day of orientation and introductions, you really felt like you had landed on your feet. The sense of familiarity eased your new job jitters. The lead therapist showed you to your office and you began setting your room up with materials and games for the patients you’d be seeing that day. Lindsay, the sweet SLPA whose office was across from yours, briefly introduced herself and gave you a heads-up about the patients on your schedule. She passed along her notes on the patients who she had seen previously. Their preferences in toys, games, and their progress toward their goals.

“Thank you so much, Lindsay. This is a huge help!” 

“No problem, who’s first on your schedule?”

Your hands scrambled through your notes. “Umm…Camila Morales. Have you done therapy with her before?”

“Nope, must be an initial visit. She’s a little one too, says she’s only 3 years old on her evaluation.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks!” You said as you turned on your heel and continued preparing for the session.

Should be fine. Just interviewing the parent, going over goals, letting the patient get to know me… I got this.

You grabbed your patient’s chart at the front desk as the 9 o’clock patients signed in. Lindsay nudged your side and nodded in the direction of the reception desk as a handsome man in a cap grabbed a pen and a clipboard. “I think that’s your patient being signed in”. With a slight nod, you made your way to meet your first patient of the day. 

“Camila Morales” you called into the waiting room.

Camila slowly and carefully climbed off the waiting room chair as she heard her name. Her dark chocolate curls gathered into two ponytails bouncing as she made her way to greet you.

 “You must be Camila! I’m your speech teacher, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m so excited to show you all the toys we will use for your therapy session today.” You chirped sweetly as you crouched down to her eye level. The corners of her lips slightly curved into a sheepish smile as she held her father’s hand and a light blue stuffed bunny in the other.  

“Morning, Miss. Sorry about Bunzy, she refuses to go just about anywhere without him” he explained. 

Your gaze met the deep brown eyes of the man in the cap. His gaze was strong but warm, his smile immediately charming. “Good morning! Oh please don’t worry, it won’t be a bother.” You give him your name and stretch out your hand “You must be Mr. Morales.” 

“Oh, no. I’m not, uh… I’m Santiago…Santiago Garcia, Cami’s godfather. Fish asked me to bring Cami to her first appointment. He got caught up at work but he’ll be here for the next session.” He breathed. He settled in the chair in your office, watching as Cami eagerly darted to the Dollhouse you brought out for her, already making herself comfortable much to his content.

It took you a moment to register what Santiago said. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I assumed you were her father. Um…did you say Fish?” You said as you grinned at the odd pet name and looked over Camila’s file.

He let out a slight chuckle “I did… My apologies, I meant Mr. Morales...old habits, I guess” he shrugged in awe at himself using a prefix before his best friend’s last name. The way it rolled off his tongue, was unnatural, like a fish out of water.

“Ah,” you smiled, “Got it. Well, today is going to be a pretty easygoing session. I just want to get to know her, let her get to know me, and we will go over her speech goals” You took a packet of speech delay information that you usually handed out to parents and handed them to Santiago. “Please pass along this information to Mr. Morales.. Can you tell me more about Camila?”

Santiago filled you in on Cami’s favorite games, songs, books, and toys. He knew her first words and how frustrated she would get when she could not communicate her wants and needs. He knew Cami quite well and talked about her as if she was his own. She was so comfortable with him, it was easy to see that they had a strong bond. As predicted, the session was a breeze and soon enough Cami was waving goodbye to you as Santiago carried a giggling Cami down the hall, praising her for earning a glittery unicorn sticker. You swear you could hear his smile as he said “Te portaste muy bien preciosa” (You behaved so well, lovely girl).

It was the 5th attempt at coming up with an outfit tonight. The clock was ticking and you knew you were behind schedule. Michele was on her way and she was never one to be late. The room was a mess and your clothes were everywhere. You glanced at your phone which read 8:50 pm. The time pressuring you to settle on a pair of black distressed wide-leg jeans, block-heeled sandals, and a cowl neck camisole. 

Oh my god! Michele is going to kill me. I haven't even done my makeup!

You went for an easy look, foundation, blush, mascara, light shadow, and eyeliner. Not trying to impress anyone tonight, It was a girl's night after all. As you applied the finishing touches to your make-up, you heard the front door that you had left unlocked anticipating Michele’s arrival, creak open. Soon after, her steps echoed down the hall leading to your bathroom.

Shit, out of time. 

“G’damn, mujer, you’re not ready?” She leaned, arms crossed against the door frame.

Your makeup brush hit the vanity and your hands swung up at the sound of her voice, “I’m ready, I swear... I’m ready” You giggled.

“Okay, Slothy McSlothson. I hope you stocked up your fridge with Pedialite cause we’re probably gonna need it later” she chided “I’ll put in the Lyft request and let the other girls know we’ll be heading out soon”

“You sneaky girl! I’ve been rushing thinking it was pre-scheduled!” a playful scoff leaving your mouth.

“What? I know you! I knew you were gonna run late, so I figured I’d get the Lyft when I got to your place.” She shrugged and reached for the bottle of Gin she brought for you and mixed it with mango juice. 

“Here, I thought we’d pregame before the Lyft gets here. I know you can get a little nervous going out sometimes.”

A small gasp left you, “My little Cuban hero, thanks!” eagerly taking the cup and taking a sip, “Where are we going anyway?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

You heard excited squeals as you walked into the lively Cuban bar, the upbeat Salsa filling the space, almost drowning out their enthusiastic embraces. The friends you hadn’t seen in a few years, Crystal, Lexi, and Naomi, ran up to hug you and Michele. After ordering your drinks you sat at a table near the folding window of the bar. They caught you up on their love lives, work, and family. You tried hard to keep the attention on them and not on your failed engagement but it was only a matter of time before it came up.

“Wait, why are we the only ones talking… what happened with Sam?” Crystal asked.

In an instant Michele looked up at you after taking a sip of her drink, attempting to read your expression to know if she needed to change the subject or not. She could read you like a book. 

Your gaze met hers, “It’s fine” you waived her off “Things with Sam are done, turns out he wasn’t as committed to me or the idea of spending the rest of his life with one person.” 

“Awe shit” Lexi added, “so that means..”

“Yep, found a little souvenir his girl left behind” They all groaned, almost in unison.

“It’s okay, I think I’m better off. I’m relieved I found out before I gave up my apartment or started making any deposits on venues.”

“And you’re back now… who knows, maybe you were meant to course correct and come back home.” Crystal chimed in.

“Either way, you seem like you’re doing great. We’re glad to have you back” Michele smiled and squeezed your hand to reassure you.

The night continued as your group bar hopped from place to place. The warm summer breeze enveloped you as you walked arm linked with your friends. Michele led your group to the last stop of the night. You all but stopped in your tracks when you saw the buzzing neon Live Karaoke sign. 

Well, this is going to be fun.

Frankie couldn’t help his fidgeting tonight, consistently checking his phone for updates on Cami. He wondered if she finished her dinner if she struggled during bath time, or if she gave his mom trouble when it was time to go to bed. He leaned on his mom for support if he absolutely needed to. Only letting her babysit when he was at work or when he ran errands. He was so hell-bent on being a good father and staying out of trouble that he hardly let himself relax. He reasoned he owed Cami that much, especially after Ashley decided to leave. After her frustration with his decision to go on that mission, after he came back distraught by the loss of Tom and the wreck of a mission that he was part of, only to fall into the familiar comfort of his vice. Fed up and devastated, Ashley decided to take Cami to Frankie’s mother’s house after saying she was going out for groceries only to never return. That was the day that changed everything. It was that moment that snapped him back into reality. He needed to do better, be better, for Cami. That was all that mattered.

There was no way in hell Santiago would let him cancel. Not after he, Ben, and Will had planned this night for weeks. It had only been a couple of days since Santiago’s return from traveling around the world. This night was a big deal, it was the first time in a long time they were finally all in one place. Frankie would not hear the end of it if he bailed, especially since Pope was currently staying at Frankie’s until he found a place of his own. Frankie loved his daughter but It did sound nice to let loose with the boys. He had worked so hard to be who he was now.

“Fish, you good?” Santi asked, as he gave him a solid pat on the back “Seemed like you were somewhere else for a sec.”

“Just worried about Cami” he breathed before raising his glass to his lips.

“She’s in safe hands, it’s your mom. She raised YOU, she can handle Cami” Will chimed in and took a sip of his beer.

“You guys have been going on about how you’ve been planning this for weeks and you settled… on a karaoke bar?” Frankie chuckled.

“It was Ben’s idea,” Will and Santiago said in unison.

Ben rolled his eyes, “What? It was an honest mistake, we failed to notice one little detail.” 

“The bar we wanted to go to turns into a club on Saturday nights, and we all know clubbing is not your scene or mine” Will added.

“...and remind me what was wrong with our usual spot?” Frankie pressed.

“C’mon man, It’s a great bar! Brought a date out here last week. Just give it a chance. The live band is great!” 

“As long as you don’t sign me up” Ben gave Frankie a devilish grin and stood up “Ben...Benny…don’t you fucking dare!” Frankie’s grip became tighter around the beer he was nursing.

“C’mon old man, it’s all in good fun! You boys make sure he gets a couple more drinks in him, I’ll be right back” Ben winked as he walked away.

Santiago laughed as Frankie dragged his hands over his face “Tranquilo, I’m sure he just went to the bathroom or somethin’ he’s just busting your balls.” Frankie sighs “He’s right though, you gotta chill... I’ll get us another round”

A group of girls walked by and caught Santiago’s eye as he made it to the bar. Particularly one of the girls. She was pretty- very pretty. He could’ve sworn he’d seen her somewhere. It bothered Santiago for all of two minutes until he decided he’d let it go and focus on the boys. He rounded up the beers he ordered and turned to walk back to the group when he heard you. He recognized your voice. He hardly recognized you without your scrubs on. “Oh shit! That’s Cami’s speech teacher!” he muttered under his breath. He thought it best to keep this to himself, for that moment at least. He returned to the table when his mouth dropped. “No.. way! Is that-”

“Ben. Fucking. Miller…who knew he had it in him!?” Frankie interrupted. His suspicions were half correct. Ben had made his way to sign someone up to the karaoke list- himself. 

Ben taps the mic half haphazardly and clears his throat “Is everyone having a good time!?” the crowd cheers “I said.. Is everyone having a good time!!?” the crowd cheers even louder, “M’names Ben…Ben Miller and I’m about to make it even better.” he chuckled to himself “Alright ‘nuff talk, this one’s for my boys!” he turned to the band drink in hand as they continued the chord progressions to The Boys are Back In Town by Thin Lizzy. 

“That boy…always loved the limelight. He’s eating this shit up” Will chuckled as he shook his head.

“Holy shit” Santiago nodded to the music “not bad either”. He laughed and turned to see a more relaxed Frankie who had his sight set somewhere other than the stage. It seemed that Santiago wasn’t the only one who had noticed you.

The live karaoke bar had the feel of a big theatre with two levels. Each table had a great view of the stage that had a full live band that had an expansive repertoire of songs available for those brave enough to sign up. The stage was impressive and lively, the stage lights changed colors and moved depending on the song of choice.

After getting your drinks, you and the girls decided on a table close to the stage when a guy named Ben went up to sing. He was really into the song- holding on to the mic stand and swinging it around while he sang. The lights turned blue and yellow around him, highlighting his strong features. 

“Wooo Ben!” Lexi cheered,“he’s hot.. definitely your type, Michele”

“Ooh, she’s not wrong Meesh, he’s right up your alley” you added “Wha- oh… okay” you laughed as you realized you and Lexi hadn’t even noticed that Michele had left the table. “Could’ve sworn she was right next to me” you shrugged.

Ben’s song came to a close and the crowd cheered. He definitely was a crowd favorite, from what you had seen, at least. There was a lull for a few minutes while the live band played an 80’s song in the background when the lights turned down and the stage lights turned red. You heard what you thought was the intro to a Queen song and you knew immediately who’d be up there. A sweet and slightly buzzed Michele appeared on stage. “Hi, I’m Michele and this song goes out to my best friend who just moved back to Florida- put your hands together for her!” the spotlight shone on you and the crowd cheered. Your eyes went wide, and your body stiffened. You tried your best not to cower in the heat of the light. All you could manage was a shy smile and wave. After what felt like an eternity, the spotlight shifted back to the stage, as you heard Michele start to sing and dance to the melody of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. The stress of being the center of attention left your mouth dry. You needed a drink- desperately. 

Frankie’s gaze followed you as you walked to the bar. He was almost mesmerized, maybe this could be a good night but there was no way he could talk to you. He couldn’t even remember the last time he flirted. His whole world had been consumed by NA meetings, work, and taking care of his little girl. 

“Wow, Fish, she’s gorgeous! At least go buy her a drink. If you don’t, I will, and we both know I’ll go home with more than just her number” Ben breathed.

*smack!* Without hesitation Will slapped Benny upside the head

“Shut up Ben!” Santiago retorted, pausing to look at Frankie. “He’s right, you gotta get back out there. It’s been a while since…just…let yourself have some fun. I’ve seen how you've been gawking at her for the last 5 minutes. If you don’t go, I’ll beat Benny to the bar and we all know. it will be over for you then” he winks.

Frankie turns to Will, who had consistently been the voice of reason. “Pope’s right, at least go talk to her. What have you got to lose?”

“I’ll give you a head start” Benny started counting down with a shit-eating grin “Three…two”

Frankie jerked up and out of his seat, beer in hand almost spilling some on his shirt from the sheer force of the movement “You know what?...Fuck all of you!” he said with a wide smirk and middle finger in the air. He started toward the bar, the men’s laughter fading in the background.

His pace slowed down when he saw you sitting at the bar. He could tell you were kind by the way your eyes sparkled and smiled along with your curving lips when you talked to the bartender. You looked so pretty, so sweet, so…unattainable. There was no way he could talk to you. Frankie started to panic. His mind started to race and think of the many ways he would ruin it. What was the point of even trying to talk to someone new? He had ruined his previous relationship and basically tore his family apart. Why run the risk of going through something like that again? He was more than halfway to the bar when you caught him looking at you.

Fuck, there’s no turning back now. 

Frankie groaned at the thought of the plaguing questions he’d receive from Ben and Pope. He thought it best to bring back a round of beers to ease the embarrassment. 

“I’ll have four Blue Moons,” He said, his body tense as he took a seat on the red stool. 

“You wanna close the tab or leave it open?” 

“You can go ahead and close it..thanks.” He said as he shifted in his seat, reaching for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. The bartender placed the beers on the bar and placed the customer's receipt and a pen in front of him. Frankie was about to sign when he noticed something.

Tequila Sunrise………$6.45

His gaze lifted to look for the bartender, “Uh.. this isn’t my-”

“I think he mixed up our receipts” a kind voice sweetly interrupted. 

“I couldn’t toss back four bottles in one sitting if I tried” You shrugged, and smiled at the handsome stranger, “Do you mind?” 

“Not at all” he motioned to the seat next to him.

“Rough night, I take it?”

“Oh uh…nah these aren’t all for me but if I was having a rough night, this would be the part where it starts to get better” he flashed you a half smile before taking a sip of his beer. That was the moment when you really noticed his features. The hook of his nose, how his locks curled and peaked under his hat, the small target tattoo on the hand that held his beer.

God, he’s gorgeous.

“So.. tequila, huh,” he said as he handed you your receipts.

“Yeah... I uh, needed something a bit stronger after my friend’s shout-out. It was sweet, but If I’m being honest don’t like being the center of attention.”

“I get that. Well..welcome back. I’m Frankie by the way” he stretched out his hand and shook yours. Your heartbeat reacted to the way his touch felt on your skin. 

You both watched the following performances, giggling as you created silly backstories for each person and why they selected the song they were belting out on stage. This was nice, definitely a breath of fresh air in comparison to the handful of dates you had recently been on- your attempt at getting “back out there”. This wasn’t even a date but you couldn’t help but notice how effortless and natural it felt. You talked about your childhood and your favorite beaches to visit. How you used to love stargazing while listening to the sound of the crashing waves, it was your favorite thing to do especially on a bad day. Frankie shared what brought him to Florida, how he enlisted with his best friend, and what prompted him to begin his career as a pilot. His eyes lit up when he talked about flying, his passion and pride on full display. The beers he had ordered stood forgotten, highlighting the time that had passed.

“Oh wow, I uh.. should get back to my group, and by the looks of it your friends might be needing their beers chilled” you chuckled “But it was really nice talking to you, Frankie,” You said hopping off the barstool.

“I had a great time talking to you too, Hermosa. I hope you have a great rest of your night” His deep chocolate-brown eyes scanned yours. “You too,” You said as you smiled and turned, ready to head back to your group.

“Wait!” he reached out, his fingers gently curling around your wrist, “I didn’t get your name”. The pen the bartender left out came in handy as you reached for it with one hand and held his with the other. Frankie couldn’t help but stare as you bit your lip while you wrote down your name and number on his palm, carefully drawing a small heart next to your name. 

“Call me sometime.”

  “Aaand he’s back! Pope and I thought we were gonna have to go over there and remind you that tonight was for the boys!” Ben teased as Frankie shook his head as he handed the beers to the men.

“So, how’d it go?” Santi prodded.

“She’s great, we hit it off..” 

“You get her number or is my beer dangerously close to being lukewarm for nothin’?” Will chided with a sly grin.

“Awe shit..” Frankie’s brows furrowed at the sight of ink smeared on his palm, “the fuckin beers” His eyes desperately searched the venue, but you were nowhere in sight.

“The hell happened Fish…OH, damn that sucks.” Ben rubbed the back of his neck “Well.. uh..did ya at least get her name?” 

Frankie dragged his hand against his face cursing himself for not being more careful.

Pope padded him on the back “Well who knows.. if it’s fate” he shrugged with a half smile, “you’ll see her again”.

You had spent part of your weekend awaiting a text or a call from Frankie. To your dismay, the only notifications causing your screen to glow were Instagram notifications, promotion e-mails, and texts from Michele, who had been eagerly awaiting an update on your situation. By the time Monday rolled around you had given up hope that the brown-eyed pilot you had met that weekend had any interest. You chalked up your connection to him being overly friendly. It wasn’t like he really initiated. Maybe he wouldn’t have talked to you at all had it not been for the bartender’s mistake. You shrugged and shook it off, there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Monday morning’s alarm came a lot faster than you had hoped. You put on your scrubs and grabbed a piece of toast and a cup of coffee before rushing out the door. You were determined to have a great morning. Listened to your upbeat playlist in the car singing your little heart all the way to work. 

You made your way down the clinic hall, excited to meet your first patient of the day. Opening the door to see a sweet little curly-haired girl swaying her legs in her seat.

“Cam- Oof!” Little Cami crashed into you as her little arms wrapped around your legs, “Hello to you too Cami!” you smiled at her as you heard footsteps approaching.

“Hermosa?” Your eyes went wide at the sound of the voice, his voice.

Chapter 2

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[starrzies]

★Meet the Artist 2024★

I might have forgotten to post this </3

Hello there!!

I'm Starrzies, but I also go by Rodimus!! Of these two names I prefer my nicknames (Starrz/Roddy) more than the formality of my full username/chosen name!! I'm 19 and a full time college student! (I want to become a Forensic Pathologist!) My pronouns are He/They ONLY and my chosen gender identity is Demiboy! I'm also Aroace, my specific labels being Cupioromantic/sexual!

I'm just a silly little guy trying to do his best. I am a hobbyist artist and writer and I love to share what I come with in the hopes that other people will enjoy it as much as I do! I tend to post art related to my own characters, art I've done for other people and - more rarely - fandom related art! I also stream on Twitch!!! Usually it's art streams (especially for Art Fight!) or me playing my games - either solo or with other people! I do have a Discord server full of my friends, mutuals and people interested in my stuff and community! Feel free to come join :) I'm on basically on every platform (maybe not active, but I'm there!)

My special interest (been into it for as long as I can remember) is Transformers!! It will almost always show up at some point! I'm also super into Lego Monkie Kid, Overwatch and Genshin Impact!! (The last of the 2 I on and off play!) I tend to reblog content form these 4 fandoms! (They're the main 4 but I may branch out!)

I try and be super friendly! Really, I don't bite, but I do have a very limited social battery! So conversations may not last very long when it comes to talking! I also sometimes just don't have the energy to reply. If I don't reply then it's nothing against you, I promise!! That being said I AM TOTALLY OPEN TO BEING FRIENDS/MUTUALS!! Please note, if you are younger than 18 I will NOT be your close friend, close mutuals at most. This is just due to safety! (Pre-established friends before I became an adult are still a nd will remain my friends.)

Pets! I own,,, a few. Just a small little amount. They're all my babies though and I adore them. I do my beast to take proper care of them and give them long, happy and fulfilling lives! Hiraeth and Ravage both came from litters I've raised! (Hiraeth being an accident and Ravage from a foster litter.) Ember was my sibling's cat but became mine because she just,,, likes me more? My other pets were 100% intended! All of these guys are spoiled rotten,,,

Silly little notes/explanations!!

Cupioromantic/sexual; someone who doesn't feel/feels little romantic/sexual attraction but desires a romantic/sexual relationship

Demiboy; someone whose gender identity partially identifies with masculinity, but is not entirely binary

I've been in relationships before! However, I generally only feel platonic love for people around me. I genuinely love (/p) all of my friends and you'll see me make that very clear! I am NOT interested in relationships, especially after this most recent one. Things have gotten complicated AF and I don't even want to bother entertaining anyone.

I have a Decepticon Insignia Tattoo on my left wrist! My first tattoo ever and I LOVE it so much! I will be going back in October for hopefully, my second tattoo!

I own a 2001 Ford Mustang!! It's a convertible too! I ADORE my car so much and there is so much I have planned for it!!

I own 4 dogtags! They are NOT military related at all though! They just have special meaning to me and I've been wearing them since 2018! I did actually let someone borrow one of them for a decent amount of time but it was returned to me! I don't think I'm ever going to let them go again, they mean too much to me.

Ravage is named after the TF character! :D He was my little gaming buddy back when I was fostering a litter of kittens for my senior project. I ended up keeping him, I got too attached. Now he is best friends with Ember!

Hiraeth was a TOTAL accident. I was supposed to just have her mom but she was pregnant much to our surprise! (Someone was getting rid of her, probably because they knew she was pregnant, and gave her to us without telling us that lol) I was allowed to keep Hiraeth but none of the other cats were allowed :( They all went to loving homes though!

Discord is my main, preferred way of communication!! I always have it open on my second monitor so I tend to respond really quickly on there :) You should totally add me on there! I'm under the same username ;)

Feel free to interact with me!! Just be aware of my boundaries and DNI! (Very basic btw!) I'm always happy to chat and meet new people :)

I want to make a comic!! I have so much more planning before I can work on it though :( One day! You may see little teasers to it being posted on my socials!!

This blog is my SFW blog!! I do have,, other accounts but those will remain unnamed! If you are curious and have your age visible feel free to ask me about it in DMs!

WHEW, I think that's enough personal info that I'm putting on the internet LMFAOOO I'll be sure to redo this next year as well ;))

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[frogsmulder]

From the ship number ask: M/K 46.

I’m already looking forward to what you’re going to come up with! 😋

46 …out of envy or jealousy.

He Works Alone

during sleepless krycek has a heated argument with mulder; 1.1k words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic and @leonardbetts

read on ao3

Alex follows Mulder out of the morgue, playing catch up to the quick clip of his oxfords in the tiled floor. He jogs up to him before he can reach the double doors to the main hallway; his own footsteps an indignant outcry for Mulder to slow down which goes ignored. He finally gets him to listen with a hand to grab his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. There is a vexed look upon Mulder's face as if he had been persecuted before Alex could say a word. 

Wary, Alex takes a breath and tries yet fails to keep the bite from his voice. “Hey, so what was that in there?”

“What?” Mulder's eyes search his for clarification; almost the perfect picture of innocence. 

He shakes his head slowly, incredulously. “You and agent…”

“Scully?”

“Yeah,” he chuffs half a laugh. “Do you usually get your pathologists by special request?”

Mulder glances at the hand still on his shoulder and Alex retracts it suddenly feeling his palm grow clammy. Mulder levels a stare at him, a strange cocktail of warning and attempted comprehension. As the seconds pass, Alex is caught in the tide of his dark eyes and feels his mouth dry and his cheeks flame under the scrutiny. 

Mulder turns around and continues to walk before he answers, “She's just a friend; we used to work together.”

Alex stands his ground. “Just a friend, huh?”

The speed with which Mulder whips back around to point a finger almost stuns him. “What are you trying to say?”

Alex looks away and licks his lips. “Did you not see the way she looks at you, Mulder?”

“Careful there, you almost sound jealous.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Look, I don't care how you go about finding leads in this investigation; I know your methods are…”

“What?” Mulder steps closer. “Spooky?” His eyes dart darkly between both of his, searching. “Like I haven't heard that before. You'll have to try harder to insult me Alex.”

“I was gonna say unconventional–and I'm not trying to insult you. All I'm saying is I'd like to be kept in on this investigation.”

“You were there.” His voice scratches low and quiet, earnest. 

Alex squares up to him. “You were keeping such close quarters I didn't hear a thing you said!” he hisses. “Whispering? Like she was the only other person in the room? You had your backs turned to me; I couldn't even read your lips.”

Mulder scoffs, the hot air tickling Alex’s face. “Now this right here–” he jabs a finger into Alex’s sternum– “this is why I work alone.”

Emboldened, Alex leans into the contact, forcing Mulder back. “But you don't! You were working with agent Scully just fine!” A pause hangs between them; the silence only filled by his ragged breathing. Alex makes the mistake of looking down at Mulder's lips. He closes his eyes, restraining, yet the thought lies hot and heavy at the forefront of his prefrontal cortex. The thought dares him to lean forward but instead he backs away; his best attempt to break the tension. “Look, man, all I'm asking for is a chance.”

His shoulders are suddenly grasped firmly and Mulder’s accusatory whisper rings in his ears. “You are jealous, aren't you?”

Finally snapping, Alex shoves him against the wall, his arm to Mulder’s throat exercising every inch of his strength over him. He hesitates only briefly, questioning whether he is really going to do this but the flush to Mulder’s cheeks decides for him. He crushes his lips to Mulders’ coaxing the reaction he wants out of him, the one he knows is there somewhere buried beneath his love for that pathologist.

Surprised, Mulder reciprocates briefly before pushing Alex away to the middle of the corridor, leaving him stranded in the open. 

For the smallest of seconds, he is afraid Mulder will sock his jaw. He watches his taut body for any hint of what will happen next. His hands resting at his sides don't curl into fists but flex outwards as if trying to dispel a feeling harbouring there. 

Mulder then strides forward, taking Alex in one swift motion, pushing him to the other wall pressing his body to the brick. His tongue licks as teeth nip at Alex's lips and it's Alex's turn to gasp in surprise: a fatal mistake as Mulder closes in. Hand spread on Alex's chest, Mulder digs his fingers in. Alex can't stop his eyes rolling back and a groan in his throat as Mulder flexes his hips into his own. 

Grasping his slender hips, Alex turns them and drops to his knees, making quick work of the pants’ fastening. His own gut clenches and his heart pounds at being eye level with Mulder's crotch. He curls his fingers into the elastic of his boxers and yanks them down, freeing Mulder's burgeoning erection. In his hands, Mulder grows and against his lips he twitches. Alex looks up through dark eyelashes as he teases the head of Mulder's cock with his darting tongue.

He wraps his lips around his cock and sucks him deeper into his mouth, watching as Mulder's head tips back against the wall, his chin pointing upwards and his neck stretching gloriously, so that Alex can see his Adam's apple bob when he swallows. He hears every puff of air that passes Mulder's slack lips and imagines his eyes screwed shut in perfect agony. He takes his time, slowly teasing every inch of pleasure from him in a play for power that is intoxicating. He’s impressed with Mulder’s size, with his pretty cock; he’s seen plenty to know the difference and the way Mulder sits heavy on his tongue is a sweet satisfaction. He hums his appreciation as he watches it disappear beyond his lips.

Another hiss from Mulder and his hands are tugging in his hair, encouraging him to be quicker, harder, rougher. Alex brings a hand to the base of his cock, squeezing tightly while he digs the fingers of his other hand into his ass cheek, pulling him forward. Mulder’s grunt spurs him on. 

With a gasp, Mulder jerks his hips forwards as he comes, and Alex doubles down, taking everything he has. After licking his softening cock clean, Alex lets him hang open in the cool air, pulling on a cool mask of indifference over his emotions; as if the taste of his cum wasn’t still toying with his taste buds and his own heart wasn’t pounding in his chest all the way down to his own hardon that desperately begged attention. 

He stands and is face to face with Mulder, smirking at his flushed cheeks. Head still resting against the wall, Mulder looks back at him, panting, “I could have you reported, Krycek.”

“I may be a green agent, Mulder, but this isn't my first rodeo.” He wipes the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and then sucks it into his mouth salaciously, hollowing his cheeks for a punctuated effect. “I'll be back at the car when you need me.”

#the x files #fox mulder #xf fanfic #my writing #alex krycek

[cryptic-michael]

Santa Carla - Chapter 1

Summary: FBI forensic pathologist Sam Stanley has been sent to sunny Santa Carla California to examine, and investigate a rather young man who had been brutally murdered it seemed. Now the job of a very eager Sam and his no-nonsense partner Liam. While Santa Carla is fun, it's already gotten a hold on Sam even more so when he gets into a certain state.

Warnings: Dead body, mildly graphic details of the dead body, Sam gets picked on, the lost boys being themselves, some confusion. Mentioned alcohol and pill taking, and possible mention of issues Sam has but not explicitly stated.

The long sometimes bending stretch of road from the privet airport was very...Boring to say the least. Sam had been sitting patiently in the car this whole ride, holding one of his suitcases, and the boxy machine that helps him examine things, something told him he'd be hunched over it a lot more than normal.

Music had been softly playing, just barely as they drove, the most notable sounds were just ones the car was making, and while Sam had tried a few times to turn it up, Liam, kept slapping his hand away like he was a small child.

Growing tiresome of these conditions Sam tried his best to simply look out the window, the beaming sun that shun through the window doing everything in it's power to turn his hair an even brighter, an almost glowing golden blond colour that seemed heavenly. He had put his suitcase on the floor between his legs, and had taken up resting his arm on the door, and propping his chin on his hand as he stared, and tried looking around.

He had seen a few pine trees, odd ones but still, they were pines nonetheless. Sam however hard he tried grew more and more bored, looking at the clouds, the passing scenery, the random billboards, the most fun part were the electric lines, he liked watching how they dipped in a rhythmic order each and every time.

Then, it hit him. Like a ton of bricks. He began shuffling and wiggling in his seat, hearing some one off comment from Liam about something to do with a bathroom break, but Sam was focused on one thing he kept in his coat pocket.

A small black box, a little portable tape recorder.

Perfect for reminders and diary entries.

Hitting the red record button he went to talking into it timidity, a bright smile plastered across his face as he said the time while looking at his watch.

"8am on a sunny Sunday evening, the clouds are normal and very cottony looking today! I was picked up from the landing area half an hour ago by agent Liam. I saw several trees on the way here, I think they were some kind of pi-"

Sam was happily going on about what he'd seen and was about to talk about the pine trees since they looked different than most, then he planned on mentioning an RV park about the great Red Woods they passed earlier.

That was the plan until he was interrupted rudely by Liam.

"For fucks sake Sam knock it off! You're as bad as Cooper!! And I told you to call me agent Jones!" Liam, or special agent Jones, was not someone Sam was fond of.

He'd met him a few times in office, in passing, much like he'd met Dale Cooper, who he happily looked up to. Liam was a typical slick-back, black suit and tie kinda guy with just one suitcase. He already would get onto Sam about 'Dress code' in the office, something about his glasses dangling and his bowties.

Then again Sam always assumed he was just stressed, he assumed that about everyone.

Sam always wore blues, browns, and black. He'd always have an accent of red, blue, or brown. He always wore bowties, he always had his glasses on their chain around his neck for easy access, and he always had his machine, and one, or two suitcases.

This time he had three, but it was due to the large population, the supposed nightlife he was vaguely informed about, and the fact it's a beach...

the third suitcase was very much less full. He planned on, if he had time and wasn't too tired, to go get some sea shells, and sea glass! He loved that stuff, maybe even get himself a snow globe, he also loved those.

"Lia-Jones I don't know why your fussing over it! It's just something to pass the time with..." Sam tried to explain but was drowned out by the sudden ear-piercing yell and swerving of the car that brought them both to their senses.

"SEE! See! You almost made me wreck! Having to tend and scold you like a small child..." Liam was what a lot of people at work loved, and what many also described, simply, as a pushover asshole.

"...Can we just turn the radio on? we have a lot more to go before getting there.." Sam didn't wait for an answer as he leaned over to turn the nob to find a station and turn the volume up a little bit.

He didn't know a lot of the songs that were playing, but one had just started on some station that caught his attention.

"Don't turn it up too loud Stanley..." Liam spat out sternly at him, all the while Sam laid back in his seat and put his hand back to his mouth and leaned his head against the window of the car, letting his eyes close.

"People are strange

When you're a stranger

Faces look ugly

When you're alone

Women seem wicked

When you're unwanted

Streets are uneven

When you're down"

Sam took a final deep breath and let it out in a quick huff sort of manner before letting himself relax completely. Sadly he hadn't been getting much rest as of late, his dreams felt too feverish, his ears would ring, and he had a lot of work to do amongst other things.

"When you're strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

When you're strange

When you're strange

When you're strange"

He felt like he was in water, that feeling of floating and being free and yet sinking from his clothes and the water weighing him down as he heard the song. 'No one remembers your name~ When your Strange~' He didn't like that feeling at all.

He felt the same he did if he were offered a smoke break he didn't take, only to take a coffee break later.

A sort of..guilt, a ping of something pulling at his chest and his heart.

'People are strange

When you're a stranger

Faces look ugly

When you're alone

Women seem wicked

When you're unwanted

Streets are uneven

When you're down'

Maybe he was thinking too hard about this silly song, it was just a song about being strange! He wasn't strange he was a very normal typical, average ma- 'Women seem wicked When your unwanted' He was looking too deep into this silly song, just because it was making his chest ping.

"When you're strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

When you're strange-"

He could get behind this song, it was starting to fill his head with more fun ideas, maybe being strange was a fine thing after all. Then again maybe it was the rhythm that carried the song through his body, giving him a mild case of smiles and little wiggles.

He was happily enjoying it, 'When your strange-' Then a click and the radio was off completely....again.

"Liaaaaaam!! I was listing to that! I liked the song!" Sam imitated went to arguing and wanted to turn the radio back on.

"Yes I'm well aware you like the song, you were wiggling like a worm in your seat, and the song isn't even that good, some hippie rock nonsense from the 60s." Liam exasperated out to Sam who had turned his attention back to looking out the window, now with a mild headache.

"...oh wow.." He softly muttered to himself seeing the large sign that said simply,

"WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA"

He loved how the sign had a miniature version of it painted on itself, it was making him smile, he couldn't help as his eyes were fixated on it as they passed it and he saw the back of it which made him confused.

He assumed it was graffiti, but he didn't have time to slip his glasses on to properly see. He saw the welcome part, due to the large bold lettering which greatly helps but moving words and without glasses on? And them being small? that's hard to read.

"So Santa Carla huh? What's going on here anyway?" Sam was grinning he felt excited again, he felt alive, he was seeing water, cars, people, art, and trees so much was going on and he was eager to interact with it all.

"A young officer who worked at the boardwalk went missing about two weeks ago, he wound up being found by some tourist and well, it wasn't pretty..." Liam explained as they drove on towards the local police station which wasn't far from the start of town, a little on a hill, at least that's what Sam thought when they started driving up at a slight angle.

"Do you think this place has a nice diner? And hotels?" Sam wasn't expecting any answer that wouldn't be snarky or any at all from Liam but a mild surprise came.

"Maybe, that's the one good thing about travelling, diners, and we're lucky to get a motel...hotel-motel."

"Hotel-motel!" Sam and Liam did like to say hotel motel a lot, at least they said it at the same time.

"Okey enough goofing around Stanley, we have to talk to the Santa Carla police officers who found the body." Liam seemed in a better mood now, then again they were going to have to make those good first impressions on the local police officers.

"Then the morgue is that big building over there, we can walk to it."

That should be easy enough, and it was the very...decorated with graffiti building, obviously painted over in grey four too many times and a poorly done job in poorly done coasts and colours as well.

"This town is odd Liam."

"Stanely, for the umpteenth time it is Jones.." Liam spat out as the two exited the car, Sam leaving his suitcase in the car but bringing his machine with him to study the body later.

Liam had Fixed his tie, then rolled his shoulders before stepping off towards the department building, leaving Sam to play catch up while he struggled to take his cream coat off since he felt a little warm.

"Officers, pleaser to meet the Santa Carle Police!" Liam had already done the thing Sam hated, a man rolling their Rs, and saying Carla as Carle as a joke.

"It's Santa Carla agent Jones....." Sam didn't hesitate in correcting Jones, on how to correctly say, Santa Carla. While Liam seemed agitated Sam wasn't bothered really.

"Ah agent Stanley here is the Forensic Pathologist, he'll be the one doing the examination of the body, which is in the I morgue presume?" Liam spoke out with a more than forced smile on his face looking at the young agent who seems already tired of being in the room as he had a very blank stare while simply looking around the room, examining it almost.

"Agent Stanley care to introduce yourself to the locals?" Liam gave a small nudge to Sam, already knowing he had a bad habit of getting distracted. "Agent Stanley..." Nothing. "Sam!"

"Hmm? Oh uh, agent Stanley! Forensic pathologist! I'll be doing a lot of the work and looking around I believe.." He explained and gave a very quick rushed handshake to one of the officers.

"Well we have a small folder about the victim, we aren't sure what to make of it, we're thinking it's perhaps-"

"Werewolves." A chuckle came from the officer who said that obviously joking.

"Yes...werewolves...No, there had been a few sightings of a few mountain lions however and one was recently spotted close to some of the more wooded area." It was explained to Sam who nodded, maybe it was just an animal attack.

"Oh well if it's just an animal attack, then why not just say it was an animal attack? Get animal control involved." Sam state plainly as if that was the first fact to go to, which to him it made perfectly logical sense to him.

"Well, you'd have to take a look at it yourself sir, but we think maybe a mountain lion might have eaten him after...or tried to." A slight pause before He contained explaining it to Sam.

"But he seems to suffer lacerations that seem to be inflicted upon him, a gruesome murder is all.." He was calmly informed by the officer who had very curly hair.

That did spark his curiosity, which also made the most sense. Someone commuting a murder and dumping the body someplace seemed like a typical vaguely smart idea, now they have to find a motive and the weapon at least.

"Oh alright...Before we continue to the morgue, do you have a coffee machine? And restroom?" Sam asked very politely and was told that they could have the right before heading out, and that the restroom was down the hall and to the left, it being the 4th door on the right side of the hall.

Sam was thrilled with how easy it went, but Liam, of course, had to bitch while following Sam, since the coffee/break room was near that side of the hall as well as the door leading out to the mortuary building.

"Really Stanley? We just got here.." he mumbled to Sam who handed him his machine before opening the door to the restroom.

"....I want coffee...and really have to go... I'm sure you could use some coffee to, I've been up since 4am Jones," Sam explained and ducked inside the restroom.

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"Come on...Come on take it...just..just take it, it'll make you feel better, it works fast they said, it works fast, it'll make you feel better they said, help you focus, be more steady, you need that...your about to examine the body, you need to be steady..come on now take it, it's bitter I know but take it."

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"God damn, 'get the coffee, I've been up since 4am-' whiney childish  grown ass man...." Liam Jones didn't like Sam Stanley for a multitude of reasons. Sam was clumsy, unorganised, tended to need coffee or tea, he didn't like certain foods, he'd take forever in the bathroom and come back a little more ditzy and dumb. At least Liam forgets his sense of fashion and his poor reading abilities.

Sam, also didn't like Liam, but more so for his attitude and how he acted, but Sam always assumed Liam somewhat tolerated or vaguely liked him, considering he got them two coffees by the time he exited the restroom.

Sam felt wonderful like the sun was smiling and beaming down on him, and the florescent hum wasn't bothering him as much. He happily excited heart racing yet he felt lost and calm now, defiantly a plus side.

"Splash some water on your face and get more awake Stanley?" Liam popped off and didn't waste any time in handing Sam his machine and his coffee.

"Yes I did! I feel lots better now!" He was always chipper and cheerful but even more so after calming down in a restroom, something about the cold water on his face always helped.

He took the coffee and frowned, "It's black isn't it?" He didn't like black coffee.

"Of course it's black I don't know what you like in it other than it being unhealthy and tooth rotting." Liam stated in an aggravated tone, he never could wrap his head around why exactly Sam liked it being that sweet.

"Oh...well I'm going to add the creamer and sugar to it," Sam stated and rushed to add creamer, or well that was the plan until he noticed how full the cup was. "LIAM!" Nothing, but this just meant he'd have to drink a little bit of the coffee before adding his creamer, and he did just that.

"Oh god that's disgusting..." Sam gaged as after drinking just enough to add the creamer and sugar into the previously black coffee now turned a cream colour that matched his overcoat.

"Now are you ready to examine the body?"

"Yes!" that's all Liam needed before he marched off leading the way to the building that was the morgue.

While walking through the parking lot that connected the police station to the morgue was interesting seeing so many different kinds of people. People with the sides of their heads shaved, people with wild coloured hair he didn't think was possible, people who seemed very threatening being friendly as they walked around.

A few stray cats that he kept getting distracted by, so much so he was walking much slower than intended while stumbling around his arms full as he did, and he stumbled right into a young boy.

The kid wasn't that old, or maybe they were, they seemed preteen, maybe early teens, had a red headband on and were staring at Sam as if he was something otherworldly and strange, which compared to the rest of the current residences Sam did kind of stick out like a sore thumb.

"STANLEY!! Stop lollygagging and come on! This body won't examine itself Mr., "Forensic pathologist"!!" Liam was nearing his last threads of patients with Sam who kept getting distracted by any and everything that shined, smelled, made sounds or had a look to them, so everything, everything.

"Oh sorry, excuses me, I have to go! Sorry again! Coming Jones!!" Sam rushed to the doors to the morgue.

"This is the morgue-MORTUARY" Sam suddenly blurted out as he entered the mortuary with Liam, with who you could see the strands of patients snapping as if being cut one by one.

"Stanley...yes, it's called a mortuary, did you forget?" Liam has such a condescending tone, that it made Sam confused, he swore he was just tired and genuinely curious from that tone of his.

"Yeah! I thought we were using morgue as code for something, now what's the victim's name? And where are they?" He asked and started walking off to hang his overcoat and jacket up before immediately rolling his sleeves up and putting his glasses on that dangled around his neck normally on their small chain.

"Where the gloves you wonder?"

"I wouldn't know, but the victim's name is Anthony Smith, he was 22 years of age, was going to collage, lived here all his life." The light clanging of metal and a faint sound of a button being pushed as Stanley set up his machine and tools to examine the body was heard and echoed while he then searched for the name, Anthony Smith.

"Has a clean record except for the occasional DUI which there's only two of, and he wasn't in with anyone bad as far as locals say," Sam hummed in response although he doubt Liam heard his as he rustled though the small documents of Anthony, all the while Sam had found the case and was more than happy to stare at the.... gruesome cadaver before him.

"He was working as a guard for the boardwalk for some extra money....had a girlfriend who's a waitress at a local restaurant."

"Well that's nice, maybe we can find her and talk to her while getting a bite to eat later," Sam spoke out to Liam as he stared at the corpse, Anthony, who Sam was even amazed got a positive ID on him at all.

Then again he must have had his ID on him, and had been missing for some time, so it made perfect sense as to how they could properly identify him.

"So what's he lo-oh dear god..." Liam wasn't often left speechless, but he was currently not only disgusted but also horrified. He could deal with dead bodies, even decaying ones, but this one was on a whole new level.

"Yes, he's not looking very good..." That was all Sam had to say as he turned his head. Liam got a very good look at a missing eye before he turned around to go back to the paperwork and personal record of Antony.

"Liam, can you tell me if he wore any jewellery? Rings, bracelets, earrings?" Sam called out to Liam as he looked around the head first, as opposed to his usual round of going to the hands first.

Anthony had suffered the loss of his eyes, it quite literally being brutally gouged out by either some kind of device or makeshift impromptu clawed-like hands. Knife hands if you will.

It was neatly done, but his face was left very scratched up in the process of doing such a thing as if it were a feral animal trying to escape and just happened to get angry enough to take his eye as revenge for whatever he did to piss it off.

A deep laceration, more of a deep gaping gash of a wound ran across his neck nearly severing his head. Sam didn't have to move around much or do much, to see everything. Then lose cut tendons, and severed blood veins, with the muscle showing.

It wasn't a nice look, it wasn't a very nice looking at all. Sam took note that he had a missing earring, he had the typical slight knot that would form from a poorly done piercing job.

"LIAM Did he have any jewellery?!" Sam yelled out to Liam while he continued examining Antony.

"Yeah! Yeah he always wore a stud earring, he had a ring or two...and a necklace he always wore."

"Thank you!! Hey, come look at thi-"

"NO Im okay I'm doing the paperwork..."

Sam couldn't argue with him, he knew it wouldn't get him far so he instead went back to examining everything.

Anthony suffered a few sharp almost circular puncture wounds on his torso and several claw marks. He had what seemed to be bites on his arms along with some bruising and scrapes made no doubt during this fight he put up with whoever did this.

"Who took your jewellery, Anthony..." Sam mumbled and while he didn't think he'd get any answers he did get a look at his nails now. He had to place the hands under his machine to better get a much more magnified look at them, see if he could spot anything at all.

"What secrets do you have Anthony..." He asked and both much could be found, nothing under the nails except some sand, which wasn't very helpful considering they were right by a beach.

But then he saw something helpful, ring ringer, left hand, a sliver of a shard of blue glass, no doubt from some kind of bottle.

Anthony did suffer from getting DUIs so it's no wonder he probably went off and drank, with friends and probably got into a scrape with someone, maybe he angered someone, or maybe it was a work of a truly dependable kind of person. Regardless he was later dumped and several bones broke post-mortem.

"Stanley are you done talking with the dead guy?"

"Hmm..." Sam hummed as he removed his gloves to fill out his own bits of small paperwork, and also to make it easier on the coroner who would no doubt take over in a few days.

Listing everything he found, as well as all evidence and he'd later have to look at a photo of Anothy to see what kind of jewellery was missing aside from a simple stud, and some kind of ring and necklace.

"STANLEY!"

"Yes! I'm finished!"

"it's about time! It's been 5 hours!" Liam sounded tired, was Liam here the whole time? What time was it when they got here..

"What? but...I just...I just started examining the body..." Sam tried to reason with himself on that one, he hadn't been the best with time, never was, but he was sure he had only been at it for a few minutes...not 5 hours.

"Yes Stanley, you've been at this for 5 hours, I left three times, I told you each time but you weren't listening," Liam was tired, his last bits of patients really getting worn out fast now.

"You apparently had been calling for some jewellery facts about Anthony here while I was gone and so I had to tell you when I got back!"

"Well, it was a very complicated body."

"Yes Sam I know, I saw a glimpse too much of the poor soul."

"...now what.."

"food, let's go ask the girlfriend some questions, maybe they gave her the jewellery or something.."

"Where does she work anyway?" Sam was slipping his coat back on and it suddenly hit him how long he had been working. He was starting to get that familiar warm invisible blanket feel around him as he stumbled out into the late evening air.

"Your gonna love this, a little diner on the boardwalk called, 'Three doors down" since it's three blocks down from the motels and three doors down from the main attractions." Liam was a little too excited, he had probably already gotten them rooms as well.

Sam hoped the motel-hotel was nice this time round.

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"It's not funny Stanley!! This is my good suit! And you ruined my coffee with that stunt you pulled!!!!" Liam was beyond furious at an incident that had just occurred at the diner.

"Yes, it is!!" Sam was laughing and smiling, a bright glow on his face as he laughed a cheerful laugh and wheezed a little. He sounded similar to the way one imagines a mix of a child's laughter and a squeaky toy for a pet. It's a sort of cheerful, fun, laughter that should get you to smile, but with Liam, all he saw was haterade for Sam.

Liam had the pleasure of working with Sam on a much smaller case previously, and of working with I'm on occasion in the office.

Liam liked to tease and joke with Sam, everyone did.

Sam Stanley was the unofficial verbal punching bag of the Breuer office at times in his department section, and boy did people love him for it.

Liam especially, since he knew Sam had a habit of sneaking in his special metal container that held his special pick-me-up drink for extra long stressful hours. Liam wouldn't judge it was that, smoke, coffee, or pills..

Liam couldn't judge either he indulged in his own personal flask, but was more secretive about it, while Sam would on occasion look you dead in the eyes and drink it, even pour it into his coffee.

He did feel bad for Sam Stanley, but he also couldn't help it, there was something about Sam that made it so easy to pick and tease him.

He was so gullible, he was so naive even after seeing so many dead bodies, he was soo...he was something else, he was just built and wired differently than everyone else.

Which lead to the current diner situation.

A year ago Liam had unscrewed the top off of the sugar container that way when Sam went to pour it, it would all fall in and ruin his coffee. While sam laughed it off happily and then was a little more quiet than normal it seemed he had forgotten and moved on quickly.

Sam did this today, he convinced Liam to put a little sugar in his coffee since "You like some don't you! And no sugar hardly comes out of these things anyway." Liam would trust sam as far as he could through him, which is far, very far, very very far....

But he's starting to think of not trusting this doe-eyed blond.

"Liam it was funny! Liam!! Liam don't do that!! Liam! You did that to me! How come I can't do it to you! It was just some sugar!" Sam was pleading with Liam to stop taking his suitcases out of the car, leaving sam with nothing in the car as the two argued in the diner parking lot

"NO STANLEY! It wasn't just sugar Sam! You ruined my entire night! You're always doing this! You lose track of time! you can't function on your own! You shouldn't even be working in this field!"

Liam had started taking full pleasure in chewing Sam out, he always did, a lot of people did because Sam Stanley would bounce right back and be on his best behaviour the next day..

"I mean look at you! Your hair is a mess! You can't see hardly without those damn glasses you wear as a necklace! Blind as a fucking bat! And have the brain of one!" Sam hated this, he hated hearing that but he couldn't help that he couldn't read well without his glasses.

"it's just for reading, Liam, come on you did that to me a year ago this month! This week actually! It was just a Monday when you did it!! It's fine! It's sugar!!" Sam again tried reasoning with Liam who just handed him his motel keys.

"Sam you had better act right in the morning otherwise I will report you to the bureau, and you will be off this ca-"

"Liam I'm the only one who can figure this out due to my machine and I've solved 4 cold cases Liam...4, you've only created cold cases." Sam calmly explained only to have Liam storm off and get into the car.

While the motel wasn't far, Sam could easily see the sign from the diner parking lot he..had more than too much to carry...and it was only 10pm.

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While he was putting his overcoat back on, and moving his bags around his arms Sam heard the low rumbles of several engines, then a sound of them speeding up.

What he first assumed to be a car soon turned out to be a group of bikers, a group of four.

They reeved their engines and circled him for a moment before stopping still very much circling him.

"Well hey there professor, you lost?" A long haired blond who's hair seemed so big and fluffy to sam, it really did have him staring but in a curious manner.

"Yeah you lost bowtie blondie?" An more curly haired blond asked, he had an interesting haircut and hairstyle certainly. He then leaned over on his bike towrds a spikey haired platinum, nearly white blond.

There was also a dark long hiared one, who stayed quiet while looking at Sam.

Sam had taken note of all their clothes, they had varying styles. The first one who talked with him had a mesh like top and jacket that had a line of what Sam thought to be coins or the covers of watches. He wore fitted white pants and his or maybe strap from the pants thing off on his leg, he wore boots.

The second one who piped up, had a very interesting jacket, that Sam was very fascinated by. I was littered with Patches, seemed to have been hand painted, and had some kind of tassels. The jacket seemed to have seen a lot of love over years of wearing it daily no doubt, if it's one thing sam was good at, it was spotting very well worn clothes and things.

He himself owned several well worn things, also as he loved calling them, 'Well loved'. Oh but he had a white half white muscle shirt, and leather pants from what Sam could see, as well as boots.

The third more platinum white blond was in all black, but the buttons on his overcoat were made of watch faces and he had a small broach? Or medal on him as well, eh wore gloves too! And spurred cowboy boots.

The other, the silent one he had just a leather jacket with a painted or stitched learned? Cheeta? Sam thinks it's a leopard. He had what he thought were normal jeans, and well, he wasn't in boots as far as Sam could tell, but he had a red fabric decoration on him as well.

"Well?" an almost cocky nearly mocking tone came from the platinum blond. "Cat got your tongue?" This pop-off remark had them all murmuring and laughing with him.

"Aaah....No! I just...your outfits." Sam was more worried and busy taking in the details of the young men than he was concerned with anything else!

his seemed to bother the ring leader, a lot seemed to bother him but the whole getting stared at slightly was bugging him.

"So do you got a name bowtie? We heard screaming and yelling and came to check it out! Only to find you and your four bags and all abandoned!" The first one he talked to said with a smile and leaned in real close to Sam making him back up, he had a smell about him that Sam didn't like,

"It's Sam...Im FBI Forensic pathologist Sam Stanley, and who might you very colourful crowd be?" He was smile as he struggled to pull out the FBI badge only for of course one of them, the colourful jacked one to snatch it right out of his hands.

"Sam huh?" A fit of hushed snickers and small giggles came from everyone as they looked at his Badge and showed it again, to the platinum blond.

"I'm David, Sam Stanley, and I suggest you be careful around Santa Carla, it'll chew you up and you wont be found if your not careful~" David told him and Sam simply smiled back to him.

"That's fine! Wouldn't be the first strange town I've come across!" A laugh came from him as he started the shimmy through a small opening between the bikes, he had to pass right by David as he made his leave.

"Now I really must be going, it was quite a fun meeting all of you! Especially your clothes and scents and looks! Everything soo.. it's so fun to me! Except you.." Sam looked at Paul who seemed insulted and devastated.

"Oh man come on now! What'd I do!"

"Nothing! You just stink of weed and so I suggest not smoking as much before going out, it's really potent." Sam stated this so matter of factly that the boys couldn't help the roar of laughter that came from them all, even Paul was holding his side.

"Well Sam, that's just how paul acts! That one with the colourful jacket is Marko, and the silent one is Dwayne....and you sure have some guts for someone who looks like that.." David leaned his face closer and put his gloved hand on Sam only for him to jerk away and worm through the bikes and get away a little.

"I-i'm sorry I really must be going It's, it's late, it's really late, almost early." Sam was rushing off only to get circled and harassed again, and again, and on the third time? Well, they weren't quitting.

For the most part, they seemed curious about him. Teasing him, pokeing fun at his bow tie wearing appearance, said he looked like a librarian from the 50s. They were a very rowdy hyper bunch and the only way Sam was able to get them off his tail was to convince them he'd see them tomorrow for, "Questioning" And that sparked all their interest.

"It's just routine, and since you said you go to the boardwalk often I figured I could que-"

"Alright sure, tomorrow night, find us I'm sure you'll recognize us, Sam, now come on boys! We have places to be!" Sam had a feeling that they didn't have many places to be. Yet he was too tired to care about any ANY of it.

He was stumbling again, the dull and bright lights were bothering him, and he once again heard a motorcycle after they all sped off yipping and hollering. He was hoping it was his mind, that he was tired until,

"Hey~" The voice was so soft and calm and yet it made Sam jump out of his skin. He didn't dare look a mild fear washed over him as he felt stuck. "Aweee you couldn't keep your eye's off me earlier, what happened?" It was probably Dwayne. He barely spoke in the group but why'd he come back?

"Hi.." Sam looked at him and the street lamp he was under wasn't helping him be a little blinded in his already weakening tired eyes.

"Hi yourself, no come on on I'll lead you to the motel..." Dwayne stopped his bike and walked it to the corner, and well Sam certainly felt safer.

"thanks, I get worried at night especially in places like this.." He explained to dwayne.

"Worried you'll get mugged?" Dwayne popped the question off.

"Oh no! Uhh there was just..an incident it was rather gruesome I had the pleasure of examining his body earlier..." Sam explained as they walked on.

"Ohh so that's what you do! Exhamin dead people!" Dwayne felt pretty proud of himself for relizing that.

"Yes to a degree I do, yes." Sam was smiling again, that smile he had at the diner where he felt proud and sweet and was having a good time.

"Well, what makes you think I wouldn't do anything like that to you?" He said this softly as if trying to make sure he wasn't being threatened with it. "I mean, after all, why would I come back to you being alone?" He stopped and this earned the blankets look from Sam.

Dwayne didn't know Sam long, seeing as they just met and hour ago. But he could smile so bright it radiated a warmth almost and made you smile, he had a laugh that did the same, and he wasn't afraid to shimmy off or awkwardly walk off in the middle of a conversation.

He was a lot like Marko when they first found him, he was really bad about walking off mid conversation...maybe even paul.

But the stare, it was so cold. There was a stare that put even David to shame, hell maybe Max to shame. It was dead, a stare that had seen some things and never wanted to go back there, a shell almost, a falter in this bright happy blondie of a bowtie wearing agent.

"I doubt it, you would have done so already if you really wanted to I imagine, and even then, no one notices when Sam Stanley goes missing." Sam had a bright smile on his face again and a sickeningly sweet tone as he said that.

As if he had thought about it often enough to think of any impact it could have.

Dwayne was always what one could call tender-hearted, but while he's changed since then, he still can't help but get a little put off by things...Sam was one of them, he wasn't normal, and he loved that.

"Now why'd you come lead me to my motel?" Sam asked as they entered the parking lot of the motel.

"David wanted you to be safe, something about wanting to be the one to show you the night life and fine times here in Santa Carla....Your not the first FBI agent here Sam, and everytime we like to..show them around the locals do." Dwayne flashed Sam a smile of his own that had Sam grinning.

"Well that does sound fun! I'll see if i can get free, but I have to get work finished first and then we could go on and have fun on the boardwalk I'm certain!" Sam had reached his motel room but Dwayne wasn't finished with him yet.

"So why are you here?"

"Anthony Smith went missing two weeks ago, now he's showed up brutally murdered...Looks like the work of someone very...hateful." Sam explained.

"Hmm....let me guess everyone said he was a good guy huh? Straight As, few DUIs? We'd see him pulled over sometimes, and see him in other situations.." This sparked Sam's full attention.

"What are you?? Are you speaking?? In...code?" Sam never could shake that habit of asking that, but his earned him a chuckle form Dwayne.

"No, I'm not speaking in code, I'm just saying to ask his girlfriend how he was behind closed doors, guarantee he wasn't the nicest...." After finishing that he got back on his bike and started it up, Leaving Sam to bask in those words for the night.

"See you tomorrow night Samly~" A wink and he was off, revign his motercyle and off into the night he went.

"Ah you! Youu..you too....goodnight..." He was gone by that point but Sam still felt nice about saying that to him, or attempting to.

Now being inside his room he could relax, shower, relax, and go to bed.

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Sleep didn't ever come easy for Sam Stanley, not since he was a small child. He hit the ripe age of five and couldn't properly sleep since. Between the bizzarly trippy dreams, and the nightmares, he never could sleep..

Combine that now with his...habits and that one case, he doesn't sleep much unless it's with the help of medication, which has its drawbacks.

"Alcohols a drug, pills are drugs, caffeine and nicotine are drugs, hard substances are drugs, whisky counts as a mildly hard substance." He felt bad he couldn't sleep again, he didn't want to sleep again, he was scared to sleep again.

So here was, Sitting on the edge of his relatively decent motel bed, the lamps on, as he rubbed his forearms and held them crossed and close to his chest and his feet stayed on the floor eyes tightly closed muttering and mumbling to himself as he gently rocked about the various substances and how it's a drug.

"Take the pill you'll be better, take the pill you'll be better, cut off the whisky they said, cut it off and you'll get better, you'll get better.." It was ritualistic for Sam by this point, he'd been doing it for a year straight and saw barely any improvement in his sleeping or dreams, and behaviour other than, he was less likely to drink on the job now, but more likely to wake up in a cold sweat crying, and thus not want to sleep, and thus he's become a mild caffeine addict at times.

After an hour of being in the hotel room and his mindless mumblings to himself and him organizing the bathroom twice, and his suitcases three times, and putting everything in new spots a total of six times..He felt he was finally, ready to try and sleep.

With the lamps on, he didn't dare turn them off, he hated the dark, bad things happened when it got too dark.

As he let his eyes close and let himself relax and his mind wander to it's usual routine he found himself relaxing more enough to fall asleep.

"Take the pill you'll get better, close your eye's and you'll feel better, cut the whisky off and you'll feel be- See you tomorrow night samly~"

A small giggle escaped Sam as he fell asleep, that warm blanket feeling soothing him and helping him fall asleep to..decent dreams.

They were the cloudy kind, but least it wasnt the rooms again, he'll take the cloudy slow kind any day over the rooms again.

"See you tomorrow night Samly~"

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AC Medical AU

Okay so like I have a medical AU idea. I’m not going to write a fic because I have two already going. But yeah I was just thinking of these and figured i would share :) Also note I know nothing about medical stuff so yeah just a heads up. 

Okay first Altair. Altair is an Oncologist (Cancer Doctor). He is the best of the best. He was one of the youngest doctors ever but then botched a surgery due to his arrogance. He almost lost his medical license and he had to work a few years to regain what he lost. Along the way he met amazing people and quit being an arrogant asshole. His best friend is Malik who is an Orthopedic surgeon. He also gets in fights with the Anesthesiologist Maria Thorpe but something seems to be growing between them. 

Malik is an Orthopedic surgeon (working with limbs). After losing his arm it inspired him to help make prosthetics and help those with them. He is at the top of his field and knows what he is doing. Altair and him hated each other at first but as Malik watched Altair grow up and learn from his mistake he had great respect for Altair. Malik also loves talking smack with Maira about Altair.  This trio works well together since Malik has cancer patients every so often. 

Maria Thorpe is an Anesthesiologist (puts people to sleep). She used to work at Abstergo Hospital but they treated her horribly. Altair then convinced her to work for him at Creed hospital.  Maria performs exceptionally in her field and is not afraid to correct a doctor. She even yelled at Altair in the operating room and Malik was impressed while Altair was in shock. Maria also gets mad at Altair easily but does love the banter they have. One Maria’s best friend is Elise who is an ER nurse at both Abstergo and Creed. Maria is trying to have Elise over at Creed permanently. 

Ezio Auditore is a Dermatologist (skin doctor). It's been in his family forever. Ezio is one of the more attractive doctors and the ladies love seeing him. He is extremely talented with a blade and is said to have the hands of god. His best friend is Leo who works as a pathologist (examines dead bodies). Ezio also has an intense rivalry with Borgia's dermatologist. His siblings are also doctors. His brother Fredrico is a plastic surgeon and his sister Claduia is an OB GYN (Reproductive doctor). Ezio has also been known to sleep around or is this a rumor spread by the Borgia's who knows. 

Leo Da Vinci is one of the best Pathologists. He makes some of the best drawings and diagrams of the human body. He is extremely smart and some believe he could easily scrub in for surgeries. Leo is best friends with Ezio and has made special blades for him to operate on people. Leo also has to keep telling Abstergo no about working over there. 

Conner Kenway is a Cardiologist (Heart doctor). He is very hell bent on helping his people and making sure they get equal treatment. His dad Haytham Kenway is the medical director at Abstergo. Haytham wanted Conner to follow in his shoes but Conner wanted his own path. Conner loves what he does and wouldn’t change it for anything. His mentor Achilleas helped him alot in his field. He works closely with Pulmonologist (Cardio health) Aveline. They both seem to have a mutual attraction towards one another. 

Aveline De Grandpre is a Pulmonologist. She works with the Cardio section of the body. She is all about being fit and healthy. She started this career when her dad had a health scare when she was eight years old. Her step mom works at Abstergo and its very awkward at family dinners. Aveline has gotten closer to Conner since the departments are close together. 

Shay Cormac is a Cardiologist at Abstergo. He used to work at Creed but had a nasty fallout with Achilleas over a medical manuscript. As he was job searching Monroe saw Shay’s resume and knew Absertgo would do well. He got Shay hired and now Shay works at Abstergo. Shay also sees the Kenway drama from Haytham's perspective.

Arno Dorian is an ER doctor. This man is used to chaos and can handle it quite well. He is always busy and all sees the worst of the worst. His favorite ER nurse is Elise. She keeps working at Abstergo but Arno is sure he will convince her to work at Creed. Between all the people coming in abruptly Arno and Elise have managed a strong relationship. Arno also got another doctor fired named Bellec after he found out Bellec was harassing Elise about working Abstergo instead of his job. Overall Arno handles the ER with grace and Elise. The only issue he has is his boss Napoleon who thinks he knows everything. 

Elise De La Serre is an ER nurse. Her dad is a doctor at Abstergo and her mom is also an ER nurse at Abstergo. Elise works at both hospitals for the pay and benefits. She also wants to impress her parents and Arno. Her and Arno keep the ER together with their skills and cohesion together. Elise is best friends with Maira but gets annoyed when Maria tells her to stay at Creed.

Evie Frye is a Neurologist. Ever since she was a child the human brain fascinated her. She is the best in her fields and published several research papers and projects. Evie does strive for perfection and this has led to issues with her self esteem but luckily her brother is there to help pick up the pieces. He is her PA (Physician Assistant) and the two work well in sync.  Whenever she does surgeries Jacob is there to help her. Evie also has a small crush on Henry Green, the head neurologist. Jacob teases her for it. 

Jacob Frye is a Neuro PA. He is always there for Evie and knows what she needs next. He was never interested in neurology however being a PA lets him work anywhere including with his sister. He is trying to start a group called the Rooks that help out around the hospital. He also hates Abstergo and how much they charge patients and won’t take most people's insurance. One of his enemies there is Crawford Starrick who is in-charge of billing at Abstergo.  

Bayek is a pediatric surgeon. He works well with children and wants to offer the best care especially after losing his son. He works well with everyone and some say he is the real leader of the hospital. He is also known for his awesome pet Senu who he will bring sometimes to cheer kids up.

Aya is Bayek’s wife, though their relationship is rocky. She is the head OBGYN and makes sure all her patients get the best treatment and medicine. She has published many papers and wants to be a professor at a university. She had a major fallout with another OBGYN named Cleo. After that Aya has become more reserved in her work. 

Desmond Miles is a jack of all trades. He is a General Physician (just an average doctor) but if you need him for surgeries, dermatology, or even just to help out he is there. He gets along with Atair, Conner, and Ezio the best. He was mentored by all three of them during his residency. Evie was fascinated by his term Bleeding Effect after he could perfect what his mentors did after one try. Desmond is beloved in the hospital and everyone loves to work with him and they all make sure to stay clear of his William Miles. William Miles is Physician Executive( the guy who does all the paperwork) and doesn’t get along with everyone. 

Rebecca Crane is the head of IT. You need an update on your ipad done, the website down not anymore its back, some crazy Abestergo employee trying to hack in no worries Rebecca is there. She is the best at her job and everyone loves her. She gets to meet tons of different people and loves getting to know them. She is also hell bent on stealing or borrowing tech from Abstergo since they are the leading medical tech hub. However they are no match for Rebecca. 

Shawn Hasting is the head Lawyer for Creed. He makes sure no one can get a penny from especially Abstergo who keep trying to sue them for stealing their medical tech. Shawn usually hangs around Rebecca and Desmond. He’s not too familiar with all the medical stuff but he does love learning about it. Shawns has everyone back and is ready to jump theri defense. 

Kassandra is a Psychiatrist (Mental illness doctor). She loves understanding mental illness and wants to help those around her. She studied under one of the best doctors, Hippocrates. She works closely with assistant Kyra and hopes they can have something more. Her whole family works in the medical field so competition is high.  Her and Evie love talking about the brain and Kassandra has helped Co-Author several of Evie papers.

Alexios is a physical therapist. When he was a kid he hurt his leg and saw how important physical therapy is. He is also super athletic and does several marathons. Him and Malik work closely and try to help each other develop the best prosthetics and movements. Alexios also has fierce rivalry with his sister Kassandra.    

Eivor is an Infectious Disease Physician. They have seen it all and want to help make harder to detect diseases more detectable. They were interested in all this since they were a child and saw part of their village in Norway get ill. Eivor also works with their brother Sigurd which is awkward since Eivor may have or may not have slept with Sigurd's wife Randvi multiple times.

I hope you guys liked it! Nothing serious and just some fun ideas I had!

#Assassin's Creed #modern au #hospital au #Altair #Malik #maria thorpe #ezio auditore #leonardo da vinci #connor kenway #Aveline de Grandpre #Shay Cormac #arno dorian #elise de la serre #evie frye #jacob frye #bayek #aya #Desmond Miles #Shawn hashtings #Rebecca Crane #kassandra #alexios #eivor of the raven clan #altair x maria #connerxaveline #elise x arno #i hope you like it

[foster-the-world]

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I'm watching autism documentary #3. In a different key - it's interesting. Listened to five or six embracing autism podcast today. Talked to the special ed consultant. She was helpful.

She said they will recommend:

1. A SEIT (Masters degree special ed teacher) to do individual time with him for up to ten hours a week in his current class. She said all public schools should also have an OT, PT and a speech pathologist that he could see.

2. A 8:2, 10:2, or a 12:2 special ed class. They will provide all services including ABA therapy. The evaluator mentioned this on Friday so its mostly what I'm expecting they recommend.

Special ed consultant recommended if they give us the special ed school we should take it. They would bus him there. We will try to do a tour before our IEP meeting.

Unless the tour is super impressive at this point I would prefer to keep him in his current setting with the SEIT support. Our family prioritizes community/family highly. Both things would be given up/down played if we send him out of our community and without his sisters. Of course, we will do that if he really needs it but I don't see why we wouldn't at least try keeping him here. Everything says the least restrictive placement is best.

It helps that when I asked the assistant teacher how he is doing today she got a big smile on her face and said "He is doing great. He's playing, eating and sleeping. He's so funny." It made my heart so happy. Of course, he would still be great even if his teacher didn't see it. It's just really nice to know he's showing off his amazing self to others. He's high maintenance but he's so, so, so great.

It feels like whiplash going from fighting for two forty five minutes of OT per month for over a year to discussions of 10-30 hours of individual therapy at a special ed school to his gen ed teacher saying he's doing great.

Even if we don't follow her advice I appreciate the special ed consultants information. The only thing I didn't like was when she brushed off my questions about diversity of the student body in school options. She said it didn't matter. She did go on to say the priority at age three needs to be getting him the services he needs. Which makes sense. I would have appreciate that explanation with a "I know it really sucks but right now you can't prioritize that need because the special ed services are currently more important." Instead of claiming it doesn't matter. At some point we may not be able to prioritize finding a place with kids/teachers that look him, or a place in our lovely community or a place with his sisters. That doesn't mean those things aren't important. Those needs don't go away because he has special needs. The documentary is now featuring African American families of kids with autism. It's validating my concerns.

Researching ABA therapy. I don't even know what they would try to get him to do. He's not safe when he runs full speed without looking forward. When he's in a big crowd he gets all amped up and his body gets out of control in unsafe ways. I'm attaching a picture of the first day of school as an example. He was super excited to see everyone so he's movements increased tenfold. I would love to get him help with those things. I watched videos of ABA and don't know what they would do to help him through either of those issues? I'm reading the criticism's. I would like to see how its implemented in schools. I want to better understand what they are offering.

Let's see how the speech appointment goes tmrw. Its an hour train commute each way. Blah.

It's supposed to rain during Bee's park Birthday party. We can move it inside but its not ideal. Not really enough space for fifty people.

[starrymused]

@lannamused

Am I really needed here?

Elias couldn’t understand why he was standing in the Welcome Pavilion alongside the others, but knew better than to voice his thoughts on the matter. Today, Mr. Ryan would be greeting a first-rate (allegedly) politician and his aide, and ensuring their trip to the city of Rapture was as pleasant as could be. For the past week, he’d repeatedly reminded them how important each of their roles were and that they should be on their best behavior when interacting with their guests.

Elias glanced down the line as they silently waited for the Bathysphere to arrive. Each of them specialized in highly skilled areas around Rapture, which was the reason they’d been invited here in the first place. But wasn’t this overkill? What business did a renowned artist like Sander Cohen have with a politician? Or someone like himself? A mortician from the Surface who also moonlighted as a Pathologist when Mr. Ryan needed him to — Elias couldn’t imagine a politician being all too interested in being shown around by someone like him.

“Look lively,” Mr. Ryan mumbled as the Bathysphere containing their esteemed guest rose before finally coming to a halt in the machinery that would hold it in place for the next traveler. Everyone, including Elias, straightened their backs and plastered what they could only hope were welcoming smiles upon their faces. The door swung open and a handsome blond man stepped out followed by a rather tall brunette woman.

“Ah, Mr. Aidan Pyralis and Ms. Janet Peterson, what a joy it is to welcome you here today. I am Andrew Ryan.” Mr. Ryan said as he stepped forward to shake Aidan’s hand while only giving a nod to Janet — she was just an aide, wasn't she? “How did you find the journey here? Rather impressive, was it not? I still find myself marveling at the sights from the Bathysphere despite taking that route many times. Elias couldn’t help but feel sorry for the two. They’d only just arrived and they were about to receive the full Andrew Ryan experience of waxing poetic about his own underwater creation. It was impressive, of course. Definitely something to be proud of. However, many people had contributed to the mammoth project and Mr. Ryan didn’t seem to mention them as often as he should. He probably wouldn’t even introduce them (despite insisting they all be present) until someone cleared their throat and reminded him they were here.

"Come, let us head through to the lounge to get away from this sea salt air."

Yep, Elias thought with some amusement as he followed the others. Not introducing us quite yet. This was the Andrew Ryan show, after all.

#lannamused #&; ( elias ic ) #&; elias verse ( bioshock )

[dandelionlovesyou]

If THG's characters are living in modern world (now), what do you feel would be their profession?

Also, what would they study in university?

PS : For Peeta (baker or painter) and Mrs Everdeen (nurse or doctor), could you list another profession beside those please?

You can include as many characters as you can or want.

Thank you so much 😀

@curiousnonny

Hi @curiousnonny =)

Such a fun ask!

There are so many possibilities, but I've decided to make a list ala "Dirty Jobs" style. Lol. I figured to break off from the usual. I love the series Dirty Jobs hosted by Mike Rowe. Not all the jobs on the list are "dirty"!

Sorry for the weirdness! Feel free to gloss over this post. Not everything makes sense! =D I just had fun!

TW: Mention of death.

Katniss - Scrap Metal Recycler. 

Katniss also does metal sculptures on the side as a hobby. She's excellent with welding machines, angle grinders, chisels, etc. She knows how to operate all the heavy equipment in the shop, and makes wearing a coverall very, very sexy.

Peeta - Bridge Painter. 

Never afraid of heights and dangling in the air while suspended in a harness, Peeta loves having a perspective from above. He does it for the breathtaking sunsets that he can only see from higher elevations. 

On the side, that's how Katniss first saw him. She was collecting metal scraps below for recycling, and he was hanging by Panem Capital bridge, eating a sandwich while still hanging. Without her knowing, Peeta spotted her too!

Haymitch - Outback Treasure Hunter. 

That's how he created his fortune. He found an ancient relic by the edge of a cliff. He trudged on for days, following historical clues and his instincts.

Effie - Celebrity Pet Groomer. 

Effie will groom your pets to the most elevated and loveliest quality. She has a TV show on Capitol One and boasts 15 million followers. Effie practically built an empire with her brand, Trinkett and Mahogany.

Finnick - Shrimper and Oyster Farmer. 

The most handsome and easygoing shrimper and oyster farmer you will ever lay eyes on! Watch our golden boy weave nets and hammocks by the beach in his free time. Want to know his secret to living a carefree life? Come visit his farm and bring him some sugar cubes!

Annie - Mushroom Farmer. 

She's a genius at this. Grows all sorts of mushrooms for restaurants -- she even has medicinal ones!

Johanna - Pathologist. Particularly an after-death one. 

Jo has no qualms about cutting into ribcages and skulls and dissecting organs as long as it solves the mystery of why someone died. She's en route now to the laboratory with Seneca Crane's blood samples that need testing.

Gale - Bell Maker. 

Our boy is super good at blacksmithing and forging. He also does restorations of historical bells. Gale's a history buff, and it's all he talks about. That was how he got Madge Undersee, the Mayor's daughter, as his girlfriend. She's an antique preserver and collector. Her most prized possession is a Mockingjay pin from the Uprising.

Primrose - Sled Dog Breeder. 

She does it with Rory, who takes care of the training. They're all scientific about it, but really they just want to cuddle Alaskan Huskies!

Seneca Crane - Baby Chicken Sexer. 

Someone's gotta do it, right? We have to separate the flock when they're just chicks. Seneca prides himself on being the best sexer there is. He's very serious and methodical in his reaping and does this while sporting an intricate beard. 

Sadly, he was found dead recently.

Cinna - Special Effects Artist. 

Okay, it's not so far off from what he does with the fake fire on Katniss' dress, but I just couldn't stop myself! He would be so good at making special effects!

Plutarch - Doomsday Seed Banker. 

He has to make sure that humanity survives at all costs! We are fickle creatures after all.

Chaff - Deadly Snake Wrangler. 

He collects venom for scientific research. When he was eighteen, he lost his arm from a neon Gaul snake muttation.

Snow - Cabbage Farmer. 

Snow is currently hiding in a backwater town because he is under investigation for murder. He thinks nobody would look for him on a cabbage farm.

#answered ask #sorry I didn't stick to modern world #thg #dirty jobs x thg #i can be weird sometimes #thanks curiousnonny!

[ask-obt]

Sorry for clogging your messages with a non-ask, but just wanna say thanks for the anamnesis recommendation. Also hope your cat gets better.

// I'm totally fine with receiving ooc asks! They're the only type of ask I can answer while I'm away from my computer haha

I'm glad you like the Anamnesis rec! I'll use this ask as a reason to share some of my other favorite PMD comic underdogs: - The Stars Shine Bright - Haphazard - PMD: Another Perspective - PMD Ethereal Dreams - Desertion - PMD: Team Comet And thanks for the well wishes for our cat! For those out of the loop, my partner (the author of the above mentioned The Stars Shine Bright and Haphazard) and I's cat was recently diagnosed with some medical conditions that'll need some costly procedures to treat, so we're both kicking into high gear to work on commissions and other art related things to help fund it! Worst case scenario I'd have to extend OBT's hiatus to get more hours in at work, but I'm doing my best to keep the comic going while getting what I can on the side! I feel a bit awkward mentioning it here, but here are some links if you want to support these endeavors! My DA page (where I upload adoptable sets every once in a while) Some adopts my partner made (super cute elemental legendary theme!) My commission info Ko-fi

Direct donation link

... And a cute picture of the patient in question! She's actually doing really well right now and is on some temporary medication for her conditions.

... And finally a special shoutout to this little freak, who gave us all a scare by showing potential signs of a rare blood cancer- only to find out from the blood pathologist after rigorous testing that he's Just Like That For No Reason, and is perfectly fine

#on borrowed time comic #ask-obt #ooc #oops didn't mean to talk about our cats so much

[ncisfranchise-source]

NCIS: Sydney has found its agents.

The decades-old franchise’s debut international version for Paramount+ and Network 10 will see Olivia Swann (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow ) play NCIS Special Agent Michelle Mackey and Spartacus: War of the Damned’s Todd Lasance lead as Sergeant Jim “JD” Dempsey.

The duo are joined by Sean Sagar (The Covenant, Mea Culpa) as NCIS Special Agent, DeShawn Jackson; Tuuli Narkle (Mystery Road: Origin, Bad Behaviour) as AFP Liaison Officer, Constable Evie Cooper; Mavournee Hazel (Shantaram, Halifax: Retribution) as AFP Forensic Scientist, Bluebird ‘Blue’ Gleeson and William McInnes (The Newsreader, Total Control) as AFP Forensic Pathologist, Dr Roy Penrose.

Produced by Endemol Shine Australia, NCIS: Sydney is currently filming in the Australian harbor city and will launch later on Paramount+ and the Australian broadcaster. It will follow the eclectic team of U.S. NCIS Agents and the Australian Federal Police (AFP), who are grafted into a multi-national taskforce to keep naval crimes in check in the most contested patch of ocean on the planet.

Paramount Australia and New Zealand Head of Drama Rick Maier said “one of the best-loved franchises in the world is in the hands of one of our best production companies.”

“NCIS: Sydney is exciting for all of us at Paramount and we hope one of the most eagerly anticipated commissions of the year,” he added.

Lindsey Martin, CBS Studios’ Head of International Co-Productions and Development, said: “We are thrilled to be expanding the NCIS franchise, one of our most powerful and iconic television IPs, across borders and into Australia.”

NCIS: Sydney was first floated last year and is produced for CBS Studios and Paramount Australia by Endemol Shine Australia, and distributed outside Australia by Paramount Global Content Distribution.

NCIS, which stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service, launched 20 years ago and has since been expanded across the U.S. with versions in Los Angeles, New Orleans and Hawaii.

#ncis sydney

[postwarlevi]

hi elizaaaaa 💗

Random Aot question time with the characters you prefer!

What would you think they'd study in college?

📏🚸🏫👩🏻‍🏫👨🏽‍🏫

Hello! Here's another inbox ask sitting here way to long. Sorry!

This one really stumped me though cause right out of school I got a job and never did any other sort of schooling other than what my job required.

But! Here we go!

Armin and Annie - Armin goes to school to become a paralegal in the courtroom world, and he meets Annie in one of the classes that overlap while she's studying to be a lawyer. Out of school they team up to work in family court.

Jean and Niccolo - Culinary school! We know he has a talent for cooking and this would really help his skills. No doubt he's going to own a restaurant one day. It helps when he meets Niccolo and they cannot be stopped! Co-restaurant owners coming right up! Then he introduced Niccolo to Sasha and he, Connie, Porco and Colt are groomsmen at their wedding and Jean bakes their cake...I'm sorry did I go off topic? :)

Historia - she's either gonna work with kids or animals. I'm going animals and she takes classes like animal medicine and pharmacology and starts out as a veterinary assistant before loving it so much she buys the practice. AND she keeps her prices at a decent rate so no one is forced to have to give up on their pet!

Erwin, Levi and Hange - They all meet in psychology, for different reasons! Hange goes to to get a biology major and becomes a biological psychologist and a neuroscientist! Levi goes on to also study sociology as well and becomes a social psychologist and does some ground breaking work in helping teens transition to adulthood. Erwin helps out with the interactive side and becomes a career counselor. The trio is amazing at what they do and the people they encounter are better for knowing them.

Connie - He isn't sure what he wants to do but likes drawing and design so starts taking the prerequisites for architecture! He needs a bit of help in the math classes but he wants it so bad and once he gets it and moves on to creative design it's clear he's made for this! One day he'll make the layout for the new town hall structure!

Miche - Took me a moment but he's going to study landscape architecture! He takes art, design and construction classes. This big guy just wants to beautify the neighborhood and helps Connie with landscaping for town hall, also has plans for redoing a rundown local playground that is sure to become a hotspot for families in the near future. Next up, the Capital!

Mikasa - She's a natural for photography! She doesn't know exactly what to pick so takes multiple courses like studio lighting and digital photography and even graphic design! Her breakthrough comes from at article of the opening of Jean and Niccolos restaurant on an international food magazine. And she hits it big with a National Geographic cover of a national park and has a whole spread inside dedicated to the wildlife! (And she photographs Sasha and Niccolos wedding!!)

Sasha - This girl here has an encounter with the veteran trio one day and between seeing the kids they help and her own adoptive siblings, becomes a speech-language pathologist! She has many choices but has a passion for helping children improvement of their verbal and non-verbal language skills. She is well known in her field and even works in a pediatricians office now.

Eren drops out to become a model.. NO NO kidding! (is my love/hate relationship with him showing?? - Okay he models on the side and Mikasa is his best photographer, but ANYway, since his dad's a doctor perhaps he is interested in medicine and gets a pharmacology degree.... that doesn't sound right LMAO OKAY! He models and gets Mikasas help with graphic design and they run a website and he becomes the most sought after and most followed male model of the decade! The end!

Reiner - HE'S the pharmacology major and specializes in psychiatry. He's very careful about listening to his patients and preventing substance use disorders by deciding if medicine is really the best route, or doesn't hesitate to help people seek alternative options.

Pieck - That's where Pieck comes in as a naturopath, our natural medicine holistic specialist. She not only runs a massage spa but is a fabulous nutritionist and works with crystals and overall wellbeing. Her goal is to get you feeling good as naturally as possible and suggests different herbs and vitamins if you need an extra push to get you there.

Porco - I can't help it, he's in the automotive industry. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and just overall likes to work on cars. He has to take courses in computers, math and language before finally getting his hands on a car. But he does some amazing work and is the main mechanic for the winning car in a prestigious car race 3 years in a row before going international!

I feel like I went a bit off topic sometimes but this was really fun!!

Wow I didn't mean to write this much I'm so hungry now LOL

#aot #attack on titan #aot headcanons #aot headcanon #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #hange #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #armin arlert #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #connie springer #sasha braus #niccolo #reiner braun #porco galliard #pieck finger #annie leonhart #historia

[mindgrove]

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[makarovni]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to share another wip on another Wednesday!! Thank you!! Here's a little thing from my Luis/Rosemary (my oc) story that I really need to keep working on bc this is the only thing I could pull from it 😭😭 but whatever!!!

Rosemary spent the next half-hour putting away her belongings, those things being mainly clothing, toiletries, educational material, personal notebooks, and a few trinkets. She then sat on the side of the bed, sighing softly and wondering if this truly was the best decision to make with her life. But the pay, the housing, the opportunities…far too advantageous in comparison to her former life.

Her normal life.

The more she thought about it, the more she was torn over her choices. Rosemary knew there was no coming back from a job like this– never again would she see her family, her old friends, the others at her clinic. Not that it mattered, since her family and friends were distant, and the others at the clinic thought she was weird, even for someone who dissects corpses for a livelihood.

Still, it made her feel bad. Her throat tightened with tears, and she hung her head, allowing tears to drop onto her glasses and down her cheeks. She refused to be loud when she cried, instead sniffling and choking back any noises, which may have been unhealthy, but she didn't care. Crying was embarrassing.

A beep from her card reader barely startled her, as did a man walking in the doorway. He looked about her age, clearly a native Spaniard with his tanned skin and dark hair, wavy and almost chin length. His lower face was dusted with scruffy, short facial hair, and he had a charming smile that caught her off guard. 

"¡Oye! Why are you crying, señorita?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned, taking his place sitting on the bed beside her and gently holding her shoulders. "Hey, you okay?"

Normally, if a man put his hands on her like this, Rosemary would've made them the next cadaver on her table, but when this guy touched her, it felt right. It felt genuinely reassuring. He had a warm air about himself, and it didn't help that he was handsome...

"S-sorry," Rosemary sniffled, taking off her glasses and wiping her eyes with the side of her hand. "I'm just thinking."

He nodded and patted her arm gently. She noticed then that he wore two silver rings– one on the index finger and one on the ring finger. He was also dressed oddly for the job yet not, as he wore a lab coat, but beneath it was a button up shirt undone so his chest hair showed. 

"Are you Osmund Saddler?" Rosemary asked, beginning to feel the warmth of infatuation overtake her as the man comforted her. 

With a bark of laughter, he shook his head. "Dios mio, no…I'm Dr Luis Serra Navarro, a researcher here. We spoke a few times over email."

"Oh," she replied with a relieved exhale, "nice to meet you, Dr Serra Navarro. I'm Dr Rosemary de Luca, anatomical pathologist."

"It's nice to meet you too, Dr de Luca. But you can call me Luis, no need for all the formality."

Rosemary nodded and smiled, putting her glasses back on. "Okay, Luis. If there's no need for formality, then call me Rosemary." 

Luis returned her smile. "Rosemary. What a pretty name for a pretty señorita like yourself. How does someone who looks like you do such gross, fucked up work, eh?"

"I could ask you the same," she replied with a scoff. "How does anyone end up doing this work? Does Saddler just email random scientists and ask them to pack it all up and relocate to Spain for a secret project?"

With a half-smirk and an exhale, Luis shrugged. "Some of them, like you. I just had the 'good fortune' of coming home to my village and being invited to Los Illuminados almost immediately."

"Really?" Rosemary asked, baffled that Luis was essentially forced into this job.

"Yes. But the ones like you…he finds scientists who are special to him. There's a parasitologist we work with named Cereza, and he found her through her work that hoped for parasites to instead become positively symbiotic with humans."

"Hmm." Rosemary nodded, considering such a possibility. "But what about me? I'm just a pathologist."

Luis held up a finger, as if to shush her. "No, no. You're one of the best in your field, with unmatched successes in discovering undiagnosed issues post-mortem. And your special interest in parasites is well-documented, well enough that Saddler knows, and that's why he wants you here."

She smiled and felt herself blush when Luis complimented her. "Is this something Saddler said about me, or is this what you personally believe?"

With a grin, he said, "Why can't it be both?"

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