#ceceliaas

[fyrewalks]

@ceceliaas​ liked for a smol starter

“i’ve seen four different barbies either eaten or shoved a place where it shouldn’t be. i think that’s a shift record. usually it’s just one.”

#ceceliaas #ft. adriana diaz

[defectiveparts]

@ceceliaas​ / liked.

          he’s not really sure how long he’s been here. not sure how much time has passed. he just knows they still haven’t heard anything, and he’s refusing to budge until he does. everyone else has learned by now to leave him alone, that he wasn’t in the mood for conversation or even being reassured, so it surprises him when someone settles next to him. it takes him a moment to look away from his hands, where he’s been staring for most of the wait  (  buck swears he can still see blood there, even though he’d scrubbed at them until they were raw  ), eyes landing on the doctor. it takes a long moment before it really registers just who it is, a brief hint of a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.   “no offense, but i’m really tired of this place.”   his voice is scratchy from disuse, throat clicking as he swallows hard and adjusts slightly in the seat to angle himself more towards cecelia.

#ceceliaas #start. #canon arc. #911 spoilers / #just in case

[brklynlost]

@ceceliaas:  💏 - as encouragement

it is rare that bucky finds himself in a situation that he didn’t create himself.  this. . . is not any different than the previous ones unfortunately.  he knows he CAN’T just go to the hospital and trust just anyone to work on his wounds.  he’s TOO FAR from wakanda, and he isn’t at home.  lady luck really had his back this week, introducing him to a sweet nurse that he thought could be discrete enough to work scientific magic. . . quickly.

he didn’t expect to be on a silver hospital table today. to say the least.

sneaking in the open back way into the er, bucky’s half torn jacket is pulled from his body and the crushing mark of a VILLIAN created by their own government splays across his chest.  the smile on his lips is grim, eyes glancing down to his chest, to her shaking hands, and back up to her glowing eyes.

“  hey -- hey.  it’s ok.  i’ve had. . . way worse.  just --  ”              he tries to bend to reach for the gauze, but the pain makes him double over instead.  his hand finds her shoulder to pull her closer.                    “  you can do this.  i have absolute faith.  ”                 strength in the face of torture is one of his fortes.  he pulls back up to seated, reaching out to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“  you just gotta be quicker about it, ok?  ”

#ceceliaas #белый Волк ( v // white wolf. ) #[ this has dr strange almost dying and going to dr palmer vibes xD ] #[ LOVE THAT FOR THEM ]

[trustsarchive]

@ceceliaas​ said   →   “ no, sorry, you laughed. i … i never saw it before. It’s — pretty. ”

SOFT SENTENCES:  ACCEPTING.

“wow,”  the words are monotone,  humorless,  “guess you just heard it for the first and last time,”

#ceceliaas #☆ in character ┊ writing. #☆ out of character ┊ answered. #she's in a mood tonight i'm

[seesgood]

❝ food. ❞  there’s no room for argument left in her tone as she holds out the small paper bag towards cece.  ❝ and coffee. ❞  at this hour, she estimates it’ll probably be the doctors second. or third. residency is hell, and she knows cecelia has a tendency to lose herself in the chaos of it. so, caroline does what she does best. she coddles. it’s what makes her great at her job.  ❝ and when’s the last time you sat down? ❞          /          @ceceliaas​ ! 

#ceceliaas #ᴘʀɪᴍᴜᴍ ɴᴏɴ ɴᴏᴄᴇʀᴇ ⸺ nurse.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

a moment passes as she waits in the hallway,  standing just outside of the neighboring apartment.    rapunzel hasn’t heard from cecelia all day and, while she normally would grow worried, she knows that cecelia’s schedule can be a little hectic.    more than a little,   and definitely more than hectic.    but that’s never stopped her from stopping by,   from checking in.     rapunzel knocks again,  though she doesn’t allow herself to feel impatient and finally, the door opens.    “rough day?” she asks in lieu of a greeting, friendly smile gracing her lips.            // @ceceliaas  + apt4d!

#ceceliaas #apt4d #gv. apt4v

[apairofdimes]

“I’m not going to thank you.” This wasn’t the first time Aspen had been rushed to the hospital in need of urgent emergency care. Wasn’t the first time she had a brush with death, either. She’s actually died before. Technically. It was like God was playing a cruel joke on her-- He wouldn’t let her die no matter what, it seemed.

“If that’s what you want, you’re not getting it from me. I don’t have anythin’ to be thankful for.”

“Am I free to go or what?” Most likely not, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. The last thing she remembered was shooting up alone in a gas station bathroom. Now she was here.

@ceceliaas​

#ceceliaas #c: aspen #V: pre-abby #also pre sobreity #so... two years before abby give or take #drug overdose #drug overdose tw

[fyrewalks]

“buck thought i was there as a reporter,” taylor doesn’t look up as she speaks, head resting on her hand propped up on the table. it wasn’t unusual to sit and have coffee with cecilia after one of their shifts ended. it’d been fun, sharing their respective work stories. now, though, taylor wasn’t sure if she’d done it simply as a friend, or as a reporter - forever in search of the next big story. the doubt makes her nauseous. “i don’t think i’ve been a good friend.” and worse, she doesn’t think it’s just been buck she’s been unintentionally cruel too. // @ceceliaas

#ceceliaas #ft. taylor kelly

[defectiveparts]

@ceceliaas​  /  liked.

          it’s four in the morning and buck has absolutely no business being in the hospital but it had been another long shift and another shitty nightmare that had jolted him from sleep, so he’d went for a walk and now.. well, he’s got a tray of coffees for the nurses that he knows are always at the main desk, and a warm but tired smile and he hands them off. he keeps the two personalized and wanders off, taking his time in finding cecelia. when he does, he just slides into the seat next to her, holding the coffee out.   “looks like you could use this,”   he murmurs, very pointedly not mentioning how late or early it is.

#ceceliaas #start. #canon arc. #season four.

[causatum-a]

Share a song that matches with your muse! ( for emilia ! )

stuff from my meme tag ; still accepting .

12 ) share a song that matches with your muse!

my arms - ledger.

#* ♢ answers › emilia messer . #ceceliaas #'when did the scars over your heart become your hiding place?' #help i have a feeling

[shcftingpieces]

jay does starters // laurel and cecelia for @ceceliaas​

“Yes, yes I know this is the third time in the last few months,” Laurel said, watching Cecelia work on the small line of stitches on her forearm. “If you made house calls this wouldn’t keep happening,” she teased. It wasn’t as though Cecelia knew of Laurel nights as the Black Canary. For all she knew Laurel was an ADA with a extreme hobby that kept getting her banged up like this. Had she not trusted the doctor who always seemed to be the one who cared for her when she came in at the odd hours, Laurel might have tried to find an arrangement that aroused less suspicion. “I know it’s your job but I do appreciate it.” She tugged out her ponytail with her free hand and sighed. It had been a long night and honestly she had only wanted to get in a few hours of sleep before heading into work. Though it looked like she was spending them here now. 

#ceceliaas #ceceliaas: laurel x cecelia

[wildlynaiive]

@ceceliaas​ // s.c.

the bar has only ever been a hustle and bustle, but this is ESPECIALLY true when the rodeo boys come into town.  shorty’s finds itself with a never ending amount of beer needing to be poured, and the resident barmaid finds herself moving back and forth from storage entirely too often.  still -- someone has to do it with a smile!  dropping a case of whiskey down for someone else to disperse, waves appears with a smile to her latest customer.          “  you don’t seem the RODEO GROUPIE type, but who am I to judge!  ”                   her ever contagious smile spreads across her face, leaning her bare abdomen against the edge of the bar, forearms settling on the wood of the bar top.  her head leans just enough to let her singular side braid swish to the side.

“  what can i get ya?  ”

#ceceliaas #( waverly || threads. ) #[ have some pre show waves ]

[storieswrittcnarch]

@ceceliaas​ sent "  i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help. " ( for tk ! )

It takes him a moment to come to reality - realize where he is and that the person before him is a doctor instead of someone meant to hurt him,  He shifts in his hospital bed - only to wince and bite back a groan of pain. Feels like broken ribs and then he remembers - the beam that had fallen down on top of him while he tried to get someone out of the fire. The minor burns on his body despite the protective gear he had worn. 

“I know. Any chance you know when I can get out of here?” Doesn’t seem like he has that many injuries and he’s suffered worse - like getting shot. Getting a few burns and some broken ribs shouldn’t keep him confined to a hospital bed.

#ceceliaas #tk interactions

[nowat-shesdaylight]

she’s absentmindedly sketching,   as she typically does,   but every so often she glances over toward her friend next to her.   she doesn’t blame her for zoning out and drifting into a half-assed nap,  with the hectic hours she works it must be difficult to even make time to sit outside in the sun on a park bench,  let alone find time for a nap.    her eyes have been drawn back to the sketchbook on her lap as she places some finishing touches on a duck - who’s sadly made it’s way across the park,  but rapunzel considers herself lucky she’s sketched most of it before it even left.  

“i don’t know, cecelia,” she answers with a slightly arched brow as she looks back up to her friend,  pencil resting onto the paper of her nearly finished sketch.   “anyone who knows even half of what you do would absolutely think you’re a superhero.   and who wouldn’t want to be a superhero?”   // @ceceliaas​ from here.

#ceceliaas #apt4d #gv. apt4d

[apairofdimes]

Mia was never one to enjoy big events or snooty rich parties, and she most certainly didn’t care for hosting them. However, she did enjoy hosting events that mattered to her-- elevated and contributed to causes that she cared about, like this.

Mia was no stranger to giving quiet donations to the state fire departments and hospitals. She wasn’t in it for praise or bragging rights, after all. Giving large sums of money without making a show out of it is what she preferred to do. She just liked to help people.

That being said-- holding a celebratory event for the staff involved in these organizations-- honoring them and giving them a chance to shine and relax and enjoy themselves was something she prioritized as well. Mia also intended to invite as many as rich people as possible, hoping a charity event would do wonders for her community. She also intended to get to know the people involved directly-- this was a party she could definitely mingle in.

“I’m just glad it’s proving to be a success-- I’ve never been a good party planner. Are you enjoying yourself? You can be honest. I won’t take it to heart-- I’ll try not to, anyway.” Mia kept her approach light and friendly. She wanted these people to know that they could relax and be themselves here-- she imagined a big event like this could be intimidating, and she didn’t want to add to the stress and anxiety. Mia always had such a calming aura to her-- she definitely never gives herself enough credit.

“I’m Mia, by the way. I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.” Her arm outstretched, presenting her hand for a hand shake. “It’s lovely to meet you.” Her smile was bright and warm, just like she was.

@ceceliaas​

#ceceliaas #c: mia #;) #for a fellow mia stan