#makes me appreciate paediatrics more and more

[fencingthings]

Every day in adult healthcare makes me realize that I'm a lot more empathetic and caring than I thought

#some doctors are wild #makes me appreciate paediatrics more and more #where they actually listen to patients #residency #medicine #medblr

[acewritesfics]

Never Been So Scared | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: No.

Warnings: General Chicago PD warnings. Gunman, mentions of death and stillbirth. Dad!Jay. Featuring Will. The daughter’s name is Cora. 

 Word Count: 2,498

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Y/N had just finished brewing the coffee when Jay came up behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist and leaving a kiss on her almost bare shoulder. 

“Good morning,” she smiles leaning into him as she poured the coffee into a mug, makes it how he likes it and turns around to hand it to him. 

“Good morning,” he kisses her softly before he takes a sip of his coffee. He’s already dressed in a pair of jeans, and a navy blue henley. His coat is hanging off the back of his chair and he’s missing his gun and badge which he doesn’t put on until he’s about to walk out the door. “Is Cora still asleep?” He asks as he sits at the table, having time this morning to sit down and eat breakfast. 

“She woke up quite a few times during the night,” Y/N sighs as she finishes making breakfast. Cora, their 6 month old daughter, has just started teething and the poor baby is having a miserable time with it. “Hopefully, she’ll sleep long enough to let me have a shower and get ready to take her to doctor’s appointment.” 

“I could call in sick, if you need me too,” He offers. “I can take her to her appointment and you can get some sleep or relax for a little bit.” 

“As wonderful as that sounds, Hank needs you too,” she smiles sweetly, letting him know that his offer is appreciated but not needed. “You know that team isn’t complete without you,” she adds kissing the top of his head as she places some food in front of him. 

“I have the most wonderful, amazing and incredible wife in the world,” he says wrapping an arm around her waist to stop her from walking away. He smiles up at her, looking at her with some much love and adoration. “She just happens to also be the most wonderful, amazing and incredible mom in the world too.” 

“Well honestly, I’m just winging this whole wife and mother thing,” she jokes as she lifts a hand and runs it though his hair. “It does help that I am married and have a baby to the most wonderful, amazing, and incredible man who just so happens to be the hottest guy I know.” 

“You think I’m hot?” He smirks. 

“I know you’re hot,” she confirms as she leans down and kisses him. 

Hearing their daughter’s cry, she pulls away from him and goes to attend to her. Jay stops her and stands up from his seat, “I’ve got her, baby.” 

He pecks her lips and moves past her to go into Cora’s nursery room. Cora’s cries begin to ease as her dad starts talking to her. Y/N smile as she takes Jay’s seat, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate as she listens to him coo at their daughter. 

After a few minutes, Jay comes out of their daughter’s room holding her. She’d been changed into the clothes Y/N had gotten out for her as she got everything ready in her morning routine. “Look there’s mama, stealing daddy’s breakfast.” 

“Daddy did leave it unattended,” she smiles and holds her hands out for Cora. Jay hands her to Y/N as they switch places so she can feed her while he finishes his breakfast before he has to leave. 

Once everyone is fed and everything is cleaned up, Jay grabs his gun and badge and clips them on to his jeans. He makes his way over to Y/N and kisses the top of Cora’s head before kissing Y/N on the lips. 

“I should be home for dinner,” he tells her. “I love you,” he says kissing her one more time. 

“I love you, too!” she calls out as he leaves the apartment. 

-

“My goodness, she’s getting so big!” Maggie coos as she spots Y/N walking into the emergency department, holding Cora. 

They’d just been to Cora’s six month check up. On their way out of the hospital, Y/N decides to stop by the emergency department to see Will while he’s on one of his breaks. 

“She was six months old yesterday,” Y/N smiles. “We were just on our way out from paediatrics.” 

“How is she doing?” the charge nurse asks. Maggie had been one of the nurses on shift when she came into the emergency room after going into labor two months early. 

“Cora’s hitting all her milestones a lot sooner than her doctor expected. She says for a premie baby she’s doing amazing,” Y/N smiles, happily. 

Cora had a rough time coming into the world but now, even though she’s slightly smaller than the average six month old baby, she’s happy and healthy. That’s all Y/N and Jay wanted for their baby girl - to be healthy, happy and thriving. 

“That’s great news, Y/N. I’m sure you and Jay are relieved,” Maggie smiles. 

“So relieved,” she smiles, looking at her daughter, noticing she’s fallen asleep. “I would offer you a cuddle but she’s gone back to sleep.” 

“I should get back to work,” Maggie sighs disappointedly. She would like nothing more than to have baby cuddles. “I’ll get Will for you. It’s coming up to his lunch break.” 

Y/N thanks her and takes a seat in the waiting area as Maggie goes behind the nurses station to call Will. 

As she waits for Will, Y/N makes sure Cora is comfortable in her stroller and isn’t over heating. Because of her teething, Cora’s temperature is a little higher than normal. Her doctor did give her some pain relief that should help with her slight fever as well as the pain from her teeth cutting through her gums. 

“Damn, is she asleep?” her brother-in-law’s voice comes from beside her as he looks into the stroller at his niece. 

“You just missed her,” Y/N chuckles. “You should come for dinner. You can get all the cuddles then.” 

Even at six months old, Cora has an amazing bond with her only uncle. If Will is around, she settles for him when Y/N and Jay are unable to get her settled. He always gets her to smile and giggle, and she always gets excited when she seems him. Y/N can tell they’re going to be close as Cora gets older. 

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” he smiles. “How’d her app-” he’s cut off by angry shouting at the reception desk. “I’ll be right back,” he tells her as he stands back up and makes his way over to the angry man and the frightened receptionist. 

Y/N looks back at Cora, still fast asleep. The man shouting surprisingly wasn’t disturbing her from her sleep. “Uncle Will’s gone to play hero. One thing you should know about your daddy and uncle, is that they love playing hero.” 

The shouting soon escalated and Y/N decides to get Cora out of there before it wakes her up but she freezes on the spot when a gunshot rings through the emergency room waiting area. She’s crouched over the stroller, protecting Cora with her back to the gunman. Cora is now awake and screaming. 

Everyone panicking around her is is a distant noise as her focus is mostly on protecting her daughter. She remembers Will is also there and looks behind her finding him who’s sitting on the ground, holding his arm. 

“Will!” she calls out him. 

“I’m okay,” he tells her. “It’s just a flesh wound. Focus on keeping Cora safe, okay?” 

She nods, turning back to her daughter as she hears the gunman yell something about shutting up the baby before he does it himself. Panicking even more, she shakily unbuckles Cora from her stroller and picks her up. Terrified, she starts to do everything she can to get Cora to settle. It takes a few minutes, but she finally settles, her cries turning to whimpers as she surprisingly starts settling. The gunman takes to pacing the floor back and forth, muttering to himself. 

Until Y/N’s phone starts ringing, disrupting the heavy silence that’s fallen over the room. He grabs the person closest to him, placing his arm around her neck and holding the gun to her head and Cora starts crying again. 

Panicking even more, she tries to settle Cora again but this time it’s not working. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she whimpers through her tears willing Cora to stop crying. Her phone stops ringing and Cora’s cries get louder. 

Y/N catches the end of Will talking to the gunman, “let me help settle my niece if you’re not going to let them go.” 

“Fine but no funny business,” he orders Will over the shoulder of the person he has taken captive. 

Will nods and stands up, moving towards Y/N with the gunman’s gun trailing him. The doctor sits down next to his sister-in-law, takes his niece and starts rocking her back and forth. 

Just like every other time, Cora falls back asleep. She’s a little relieved when Will manages to get her to settle back down but the panic returns when her phone rings again. 

“End that call!” the gunman yells, his hold on the person loosening as he aims the gun towards Y/N. 

Shaking and trying to hold back her sobs she reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone. Holding it she sees that it’s Jay who’s calling. She tilts her phone showing Will. He looks from her to the phone and gives her a slight nod. She presses the end call button only for her phone to start ringing again a second later. 

Frustrated the man starts stomping towards Y/N only for Will to hand Cora back to her stand between them. “It’s her husband who’s calling her, just let her talk to him and let him know that her and the baby are okay.” 

“Turn off your phone,” the man tells her. 

Y/N presses the accept call button, instead of turning off her phone. She places her phone face down on her lap so he can’t see that it’s still on. 

-

Outside, Jay, who’s never felt so scared in his life, is panicking with his phone to his ear, hearing what's happening inside the waiting room. He knew he should have taken the day off to be with them and taken Cora to her appointment himself. It was taking all his self control to not burst in there to get his wife, daughter and brother out of there. 

“She can’t turn it off,” he hears Will say, “Her husband, my brother, he’s a detective with the Intelligence Unit down at 51. He can help you get whatever you want. Just let her talk to him.” 

“What I want?” the man screams. “What I want I can’t have. My wife and son are gone because the people here couldn’t save them!” 

“Have you got through to her?” Hank asks walking up to him, knowing he was trying to get in contact with Y/N to find out if she was still in the hospital. 

Jay nods and moves his phone from his ear and puts it on speaker. “I think it’s the gunman, he said he lost his wife and son here.” 

Hank calls over Adam and tells him to look into recent deaths of a mother and son at the hospital and to get back to him with what he can find. 

“How-how long were you married?” Y/N’s shaky voice comes through the speaker. 

“Why does that matter?” he scoffs, his voice not hiding the pain he’s feeling. 

“It should matter, she, she was the love of your life, right?” she asks. 

“Of course she was,” he spits out angrily before his voice turns soft. “We were married 10 years.” 

“My husband and I have been married for five years.” 

“Still in the honeymoon phase then,” the man says. 

“She’s trying to get him to talk,” Jay says, knowing right away what she’s doing but it didn’t ease his worry. Being married to a detective was coming in handy right now. 

-

“How old was your son?” Y/N continues to keep him talking, she can only guess he just wants someone to talk to, someone who will listen. 

“He was six,” he cries. “and the sweetest boy you’d ever meet.” 

“I’m so sorry,” she says looking up at him with sympathy. “No person should lose their spouse and child well before their time.” 

“Your husband, if he lost you and your daughter, what would he do?” he asks her, surprising her a little. 

“I don’t know what he would do,” she tells him truthfully. “When we lost our baby, he threw himself into work, we hardly spoke, he barely touched me.” 

“You’ve lost a child?” he asks, his shoulders slumping. 

“Our first baby, three years ago,” she tells him. “A boy. He hadn’t even been born yet.” 

“Oh, God,” the man sighs, his lips trembling. 

“Not a day goes by when I think of him,” she admits. “Do you think about your son?” 

“Every day,” The man nods his head. As if he’s realized his actions, he breaks down into tears, dropping the gun and slides down the wall. “Oh, God. They’ll be so disappointed with me.” 

“No they won’t,” Y/N tries to assure him as one of the receptionists hurries over and picks up the gun before the gunman can change his mind. “They know you’re hurting and people don’t think clearly when they are hurting.” 

She jumps slightly as the doors open and a group of swat members come in and arrest the man. 

She drops her phone and takes Cora from Will, hugging her close and never wanting to let her go again. Hearing her name being called, she looks up and sees Jay rushing towards her. The moment she falls into his arms she bursts into tears and holds him tightly. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he repeats, assuring her. “I’ve got you, the both of you.” 

-

Hank had given Jay the rest of the week off so he could be with Y/N and Cora. While Y/N wouldn’t let Cora out of her sight, Jay wouldn’t let both his girls outs of his. They had spent the last two days at their apartment shut away from the rest of the world. 

Today Jay thought it would be a good day to take his little family out for a few hours. After stopping by their favourite pizza joint, Jay drove them to a place they hadn’t been to in a while. 

“You heard me talking about him,” Y/N says looking out towards the rows of headstones and flowers. 

“Yeah, I did,” he admits. Until now he hadn’t been sure if he should bring it up. “I think it’s time Cora meets her big brother.” 

“I think so too,” She smiles sadly looking back at her husband, saddened that this is the way Cora is going to know her older brother. She leans forward and softly kisses him. “I love you.” 

Jay smiles, “I love you too, babe.” 

#acewritesfics repost #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead

[stargazer-sims]

Making breakfast and bring it to your bed - for Victor and Yuri thanks

Thanks @dandylion240 ! All of these prompts are so cute. I'm glad you asked me one, because I couldn't decide which one(s) I wanted to do first. I really enjoyed doing this one, and I think I'll try to choose a few more to do, and set them in the same general time period.

Anyway, I'm putting this one under a cut because it's long. Enjoy!

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Yuri cracks an egg and watches with a strange kind of fascination as its contents plop into the clear glass bowl on the counter in front of him. He can't help marvelling at himself, at all the ways in which he's changed. There was a time when he wouldn't have touched an egg, let alone broken one open. The mere thought of the slimy egg white and squishy yolk would've sent him running for the nearest restroom with his stomach trying to turn itself inside out.

Amused at the memory of his squeamish former self, he wipes a bit of egg off his fingers with a paper towel and then drops both it and the eggshell into the trash bin. Careful not to get any on himself this time, he cracks two more eggs into the bowl and begins to whisk them. When he's satisfied that the yolks and whites are well blended, he adds some milk. A splash of vanilla extract goes in next, followed by a dash of nutmeg and a generous pinch of cinnamon.

Yuri knows this recipe by heart now. French toast is on Victor's list of favourite things to have for breakfast, and although Yuri himself isn't a fan, he's learned to make it because it's one of the simple pleasures in Victor's life. When they first met fifteen years ago, Yuri recognized almost straight away that Victor was the sort of person who knew how to take joy where he found it, even in the smallest of occurrences. He's still like that, always ready to appreciate the little things and to find reasons to be happy and grateful.

Yuri likes doing things to make his husband smile. Breakfast in bed should be a nice surprise for him this morning, especially after returning home from what Yuri can only infer was a particularly difficult overnight shift.

Victor got back from his shift at the hospital less than an hour ago. After giving Yuri a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, he'd gone straight upstairs to shower and sleep. On most mornings after a night shift, he doesn’t go to bed immediately. After showering, he normally makes his way back downstairs to share breakfast with Yuri and chat about their respective evenings. He does most of the talking. Yuri typically doesn't have much to say since he's often in bed by the time Victor leaves, but he's content to listen to Victor's anecdotes about cute or funny patients and his recounting of the daily drama of the paediatric unit's staff.

When Victor doesn't want to talk about his night, Yuri knows it must've been a rough one. Victor copes with the stress of caring for sick and injured children fairly well, and Yuri thinks he's figured out how not to become too emotionally invested in his patients, but Victor is a loving and sensitive person and besides, no one is completely immune to the psychological effects of trauma and tragedy.

Only a week ago, he'd come home crying because one of his new patients that day was a six year old girl who'd lost her father in a car crash involving a drunk driver. He'd barely been able to get that much information out before he was full-on sobbing in Yuri's arms. The only other coherent phrase Yuri had caught was, "She's called Caroline."

Victor's younger sister's name was Caroline. Thirty years ago, when he was just six years old, he'd lost her and their father in a collision with an impaired driver. His patient's circumstances had obviously overwhelmed him, and if he wasn't ready to talk, Yuri understood why.

The best thing to do, Yuri knows, is to let Victor come to him when he feels comfortable. Often, they'll be curled up in bed together and Victor will tell him in subdued tones about the death of a patient, the raw anger, fear or grief of a parent, or the crushing cosmic injustice of a child suffering with an incurable disease.

Yuri doesn't say anything, because Victor doesn't want sympathy or advice. All he wants is for someone to hear him and comfort him, to help him let the bad thoughts go. Yuri is more than willing to do that. He just holds him and tells him he's brave and says how proud he is of him.

With the egg mixture ready, Yuri turns his attention to cutting up some fruit. He wants everything else to be prepared before he cooks the French toast, so he can plate it and take it upstairs while it's still hot. The eggs probably have enough protein, so he doesn't bother with any side meat, but he does cut some cubes of cheese and arranges them alongside the slices of orange and quartered strawberries.

Soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent of the sizzling French toast. It smells heavenly, and he wishes fleetingly that he could appreciate the flavour as much as he appreciates the aroma.

Three golden slices of French toast and a tall glass of cold milk later, the preparations are complete. Almost.

Struck by sudden inspiration, Yuri hurries out the back door and into the yard. In late May, his garden is already in bloom and it’ll only grow more vibrant and beautiful as spring brightens into summer.

He studies the flowers for a few seconds. The tulips are blossoming in abundance. He carefully picks a red one — Victor’s favourite colour — and brings it back to the house.

Laying the red tulip on the breakfast tray next to the utensils rolled in a white cloth napkin, Yuri decides the meal looks perfect. He carries the entire thing upstairs.

The door of Victor's room is partially open, as if he were anticipating Yuri joining him. When Yuri steps across the threshold, he notices that Victor is in bed, but he's certain he isn't sleeping. The blankets are pulled up to his neck and he's curled on his side, facing away from the door. Victor doesn't like to sleep curled up like that. He has a tendency to sprawl, and he doesn't like to have his arms under the blankets for whatever reason.

The chunky bedside table is just large enough to accommodate the breakfast tray, and Yuri sets it down.

"Victor?" He says his husband's name quietly, so as not to startle him.

Victor rolls onto his back. He opens his eyes, and upon seeing Yuri, he offers a tiny smile. "Hello again."

"Are you okay?" Yuri asks him.

"I'm okay. Just tired."

"I made breakfast for you."

Victor angles his gaze toward the bedside table, and his reaction at seeing the tray of food is absolutely not what Yuri expects. In the space of a heartbeat, his eyes fill with tears. Victor has always cried easily, but this is unusual and alarming.

"Victor, what's wrong?" Yuri asks, anxious as to what it could be.

"Nothing," Victor replies. He sniffles. "Nothing's wrong. It's just... I really love you. I love that you thought of bringing me breakfast in bed."

Yuri climbs onto the bed and slips under the covers with him. It's immediately obvious that Victor wants to be cuddled more than he wants food, and Yuri doesn't hesitate to oblige. Victor rests his head on Yuri's chest, and Yuri combs his fingers through his soulmate's beautiful silver hair. Victor cries softly for a few minutes, but eventually he settles beneath Yuri's gentle touch.

"Okay?" Yuri asks, once he realizes Victor's tears have subsided.

"Yeah," Victor says.

"I love you."

"I know. Even if you never said the words, I'd know. It's what keeps me going, having you to come home to. Like, when the whole world feels as if it's spinning out of control, as long as I've got you, I always know there's a safe place for me."

"Was it bad last night?"

Victor nods. "Yeah, it was. We lost a patient. A little boy. Nine years old."

"I'm sorry," Yuri says.

"And then there's Caroline," Victor continues. "The little blind girl who got admitted last week. You know, the one from the car crash? Dr. Reid-Mayfield told me they're going to have to discharge her into foster care. I mean, I know that's how it goes, but like... she doesn't speak English, and she's just been through all this horrible stuff, and..." He trails off, as if he's suddenly run out of words. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Yuri reassures him. "She's gotten into your head, hasn't she?"

"Maybe into my heart would be more accurate," Victor says. "That's not supposed to happen, but I guess I let my guard down."

"Perhaps it happened for a reason."

"I don't know," Victor says, and Yuri thinks his tone sounds more pensive than doubtful.

They're quiet for several minutes after that, until the silence is broken by Victor's stomach growling audibly. Yuri has to stifle a laugh as Victor murmurs, "Shh..." as if his body might actually respond.

"Let me guess," Yuri says. "You're too comfortable now to sit up and eat?"

"No, I'm definitely ready to eat. I just wish I could be comfortable and full at the same time."

Yuri finally lets his laughter out. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you have your breakfast before it gets too cold? I'll stay in here with you, and then afterwards we can cuddle as long as you like. Then you can be comfortable and full at the same time."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Victor inquires.

"It's Saturday, love," Yuri reminds him.

"Oh. Right. Night shift rotations totally mess with my sense of time."

"Fortunately for you, you're on early shift for the next two rotations."

"Yeah," Victor confirms. "And I've got three days off now, so my brain can recover before I have to go back." He rolls away from Yuri and sits up. Then, he reaches for the breakfast tray and positions it on his lap. "This looks amazing, by the way."

"Thank you," Yuri says. "Here's hoping it tastes as good as it looks."

"What are you talking about? French toast is your specialty."

Judging by the way he devours it, Victor's initial assessment of the French toast must be correct. He shares the fruit with Yuri, feeding him pieces of strawberry with his chopsticks.

Yuri recalls a time in the past when his doctor had put a strict ban on Victor feeding him anything. He's never had the best relationship with food and eating, and when he refused to eat on his own back then, Victor had fed him. It'd grown into a dangerous habit that they'd been forced to break in the cause of literally saving Yuri's life.

They still stick to the rules for the most part, but these days they're both confident enough not to be concerned about a small indulgence here and there. Yuri likes the attention, and although Victor probably wouldn't admit it, Yuri is convinced he likes to baby him sometimes. In any case, Yuri isn't about to complain.

Victor places the tray on the floor beside the bed once he's done eating, and then he and Yuri snuggle under the blankets again. When Victor kisses him, Yuri tastes maple syrup. He smiles against Victor's mouth and whispers, "You taste wonderful."

"Like dessert?" Victor says.

"Mmm..."

"So, what you're really saying is that breakfast in bed isn't over yet? You brought me more than French toast?"

Yuri isn't so lacking in awareness as to believe Victor has forgotten everything he carried home from the hospital in his mind, nor that he's forgotten their earlier conversation. They may revisit it again later, but Victor has the enviable ability to live in the moment and right now he clearly isn't dwelling on his worries and fears.

Breakfast in bed, it seems, is indeed not over yet.

#sapphire answers #writing #writing prompt #oc asks #yuri okamoto #victor nelson #stargazersims

[phlve]

Myers on Extraverted Feeling Types

Value, above all, harmonious human contacts.

Are best at jobs dealing with people and in situations where needed cooperation can be won by good will.

Are friendly, tactful, sympathetic, able almost always to express the feelings appropriate to the moment.

Are sensitive to praise and criticism, and anxious to conform to all legitimate expectations.

Possess outwardly directed judgment, which likes to have things decided and settled.

Are persevering, conscientious, orderly even in small matters, and inclined to insist that others be the same.

Are idealistic and loyal, capable of great devotion to a loved person or institution or cause.

May use thinking judgment occasionally to help in appreciating and adapting to points made by a thinker, but thinking is never permitted to oppose feeling aims.

Extraverted Feeling Supported by Intuition

ENFJs tend to have curiosity for new ideas as such, taste for books and academic interests in general, tolerance for theory, vision and insight, and imagination for new possibilities beyond what is present or obvious or known. ENFJs are likely to have a gift of expression, but they may use it in speaking to audiences rather than in writing.

The NF combination of warmth and insight reaches its warmest and most gracious aspect in this type. ENFJs do well in many fields, for example, as teachers, clergy, career and personal counselors, and psychiatrists. Apparently the urge to harmonize extends even to intellectual opinions. A very charming ENFJ who has been interested in type since her high school days told me earnestly, "So-and-so asked me what I thought of type, and I didn't know what to tell her, because I didn't know how she felt about it.”

Extraverted Feeling Supported by Sensing

ESFJs tend to be matter-of-fact and practical, conventional, copiously and factually conversational, and interested in possessions, beautiful homes, and all the tangible adornments of living. ESFJs are primarily concerned with the details of direct experience-their own, that of their friends and acquaintances, even the experience of strangers whose lives happen to touch theirs.

In a 1965 study by Harold Grant (see p. 157), ESFJs were the one type that chose "an opportunity to be of service to others" as the most important feature of the ideal job. They are more attracted to paediatrics than to any other medical specialty, and they are more strongly attracted to it than any other type. Their compassion and concern for physical conditions often take them into health professions, particularly nursing, where they provide warmth and comfort as well as devoted care.

(Together with their counterpart, ISFJ, they had the lowest drop-out rate in my 1964 study of nursing students; see McCaulley, 1978.)

Even in office jobs their feeling plays a prominent role, and they manage to inject an element of sociability into any work they are assigned. Of all the types, they make the best adjustment to routine.

They may not care too much what kind of work they do, but they want to be able to talk while they do it, and they want to work in a friendly atmosphere. A telephone company employee opposed a transfer to another unit, until she was assured that she would be given a farewell party by her old associates and a welcoming party by her new ones. Raised to the level of a social event, the change became acceptable to her feeling.

Source: Gifts Differing

#personality theory #personality types #typology #mbti #cognitive functions #16 personalities #myers #fe #enfj #esfj

[rambling22yearold]

My Views of Working in the Community Have Changed Over Time- 4 weeks in...

Throughout my years of studying and being exposed to clinical experiences, there has been none like this community block. It has not only opened me up to my own flaws and vulnerabilities but also to the systems within our country. This block began without any expectations attached because I knew that this experience was going to be completely different and unique as compared to the rest. “we will be therapists who walk the community, they know the students in the green scrubs” is what I heard. It sounded astounding, the amount of difference we could make. 

Engaging in community block programs as students in local areas, allows us to apply theoretical knowledge practically. These programs are rooted in experiential learning theories, which involve interacting with the real world and integrating new knowledge with existing ideas.

It is difficult to approach a community without any preconceived ideas. On our first day at Cato Manor, even before jumping off the bus we all hid our phones and brought no expensive equipment and accessories because we expected to get robbed if seen with them, "From what we were told". 

According to Daniel Kahneman, potential losses have a greater impact than potential gains, leading people to regret missed opportunities more than taking risks. Reflecting on my experiences, such as the workload and feedback from other students, I encountered moments of amazement, overwhelm, and frustration. However, these experiences served as stepping stones, helping me build a strong academic and personal foundation. Developing excellent time management skills was crucial, especially when faced with deadlines before starting the block.

Transitioning from a minimalistic approach to embracing urgency, as taught in Cato Manor and Denis Hurley, required unlearning and adapting to diverse therapeutic situations. It was essential to go beyond job descriptions, putting in extra effort and occasionally performing tasks beyond my role. Working as part of a multidisciplinary team (MDT) and prioritizing top-notch patient care were paramount. Fieldwork experiences, as highlighted by Lorenzo (2006), play a vital role in shaping professional behavior and preparing students for their careers.

The initial challenge of working with various patient demographics, including physical, psychosocial, and pediatric cases, was quickly apparent. While initially challenging, being assigned to a clinic offered invaluable learning opportunities. This block transformed my approach, allowing me to appreciate the diversity of conditions and the joy of treating each one daily. Overcoming initial difficulties, particularly in working with children, was facilitated by constructive feedback and a willingness to learn, leading to a newfound enjoyment in pediatric therapy.

Working at Denis Hurley with children from the Dalton Creche significantly influenced my career direction, fostering a deep love for paediatric therapy. Engaging in diverse activities and forming meaningful connections with patients underscored the therapeutic benefits of occupational therapy. This experience highlighted the importance of continuous learning, adaptability, and problem-solving skills in delivering effective therapy.

Exploring cost-effective materials and encouraging patients' creativity and engagement in therapy sessions were rewarding experiences. Observing patients' enhanced creativity and enjoyment validated the efficacy of using such materials. Despite challenges, including the need for continuous learning and problem-solving, these experiences enhanced my skills as a future therapist.

The above quotation, attributed to Dorothy, a distinguished figure in  African American civil rights and women's rights activism, serves as a testament to the profound insights I have reaped through my engagement in community service. My involvement has yielded a deep enrichment by virtue of my interactions with community members, providing me with a heightened awareness of the privilege from which I come. The individuals within these communities have not consciously chosen the circumstances in which they find themselves. Immersing oneself in such environments promotes a greater capacity for empathy, which transcends mere sympathy from a distance. Being present and taking action in delivering healthcare services to all community members has proven to play a significant role in uplifting individuals within their community.  

The primary aim of my block was to grasp the requirements of the community and its accessibility, involving in-depth research, guidance, and practical involvement. Despite my initial lack of confidence, the journey highlighted the intricacies of rural therapy, stressing the significance of mentorship and personal development. Engaging in pediatric group therapy, health initiatives, and diverse placements provided crucial learning experiences, shaping my identity as a therapist dedicated to comprehensive care. Additionally, I value and believe that the connections I've forged with the women I worked with during this block were invaluable, making the experience more manageable

This block has been instrumental in fostering a deeper understanding of societal issues, solidifying my understanding of my profession and preparing me to provide holistic care during community service. Despite its challenges, it has been a journey of lifelong learning. Leveraging the insights gained from peers and supervisors during this block will enable me to strive for excellence, not only in transforming communities but also in personal growth. I look forward to the opportunities for greater achievements that lie ahead as this journey continues.

References

Giles, D. E., Jr, and J. Eyler. 1999. The theoretical roots of service-learning in John Dewey: Toward a theory of service-learning. Michigan Journal.

Erez, M., & Zidon, I. (1984). Effect of goal acceptance on the relationship of goal difficulty to performance. Journal of Applied Psychology, 69

Eyler, J., and D. E. Giles Jr. 2009. Where’s the learning in service-learning? San Francisco: Jossey-Bass.

King, P. 1992. How do we know? Why do we believe? Learning to make reflective judgments. Liberal Education 78 (1): 2–9.

Lorenzo, T., Duncan, M, Buchanan, H and Alsop, A (Eds.). 2006. Practice and service learning in occupational therapy 2nd edition. John Wiley and sons. New York. [ Links ]

Schwartz, D., J. Bransford, and D. Sears. 2005. Efficiency and innovation in transfer. In Transfer of learning from a modern multidisciplinary perspective, ed. J. Mestre, 1–51. Charlotte, NC: Information Age Publishing.

TOP 25 COMMUNITY SERVICE QUOTES (of 59). (n.d.). A-Z Quotes. Retrieved March 29, 2024, from https://www.azquotes.com/quotes/topics/community-service.html

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[geekymoviemom]

I adore your writing, your fluff makes me so happy!

I know you didn’t ask for any advice so please feel free to ignore what I say next. I’ve noticed it for a little while and wanted to say something so at the risk of sounding like an asshole, here it is: Have you ever noticed how often Peter says “uh-huh” in your writing? I really love your work and feel like it could only be better with more of a variety of Peter’s dialogue. Again, feel free to ignore me. I just love your work and thought you might want to make it better but I could be wrong

Hey, anon!

I’m going to assume that you’re not trying to be passive-aggressive here, and just take your message at face value. Thank you for the compliment, I’m very glad that you enjoy my stories 😊

That being said, I disagree that my writing could be “better” if I changed Peter’s dialogue. Children, especially children who are 5-6 years old as Peter is in my latest fic, tend to repeat themselves a lot, and also develop their own little language habits/tendencies that may or may not fade away as they get older. I’m a mom of five, and also a paediatrics-trained healthcare professional, so pardon me, but I feel like I might know a thing or two about how children speak. Peter’s dialogue does vary in my fics depending on his age and the specific circumstances surrounding him at the time, but it is, shall I say, a trademark of mine that he tends to say “uh-huh” for anything ranging from “yes” to “fine” to “whatever”, as children tend to do.

Again, thank you for reading my fics! In the future, I would appreciate more a DM or comment on AO3 to discuss something like this.

#ask geeky anything #anonymous #geeky writes #dr geeky

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[amazonworrier]

Since you’re such a great writer, what are some of your favorite fics? Would love a list :)

Wow, I read the ‘since you’re such a great writer’ line and immediately assumed this was snarky anon hate haha, but thank you! What a lovely compliment.

I’ll probably get real anon hate for saying this, but I actually really struggle with how a lot of Brittana fics portray Brittany so a lot of the favourite fics that spring to mind don’t involve Brittana, even though that’s what I tend to write... Generally speaking, I just find that people overlook her autonomy as an individual character and write everything soooo much from Santana’s side of the story that Britt ends up feeling like a bit of a mouthpiece for whatever lesson Santana is meant to be learning. Or she just comes across as too dumb, or whatever. If the writing is decent, I’ll read those fics all the way through once anyway (because I’m a sucker for Brittana) but then I usually forget about them after that. 

The ones I always go back to are the ones that absolutely nail the characterisation/relationship dynamics we get in the show, then take it to new or interesting places. Sometimes that’s Brittana, sometimes it’s not. Often, it’s Pezberry or Quinntana. I just ship Santana Lopez with happiness, I guess... 

Top 5 (Glee):

1. Got You Stuck on My Body (Like a Tattoo) by random_flores - Quinntana. 

Seriously, I read this thing more often than I read anything else, fic or otherwise. It’s set slightly after the Quinntana slap then loosely follows s4 canon, all told from Quinn’s perspective. Chaotic Pezberry/Kurcheltana friendship, cute little OCs to keep Quinn company, somehow manages to respect Brittana while making you root for Quinntana. I live in hope it’ll either be updated or we’ll get a sequel from Santana’s POV but alas, it’s several years old now... 

2. I Don’t Want to Jump In (Unless this Music’s Thumping) by random_flores - Pezberry 

Pezberry future fic where Santana is a famous actress/DJ and she runs into Rachel after a few years of them not talking to each other. Rachel is a broadway star trying to make it big elsewhere, and she’s in an unhappy showmance with a man-child alcoholic. Pezberry excellence, a side of Faberry/Quinntana friendship, Kurt is an all-round legend, 100% respects canon Brittana up until Britt’s move to MIT, and Brittana are still close friends. I simply love everything about this fic. I want to go and re-read it right now, actually.

3. By The Light of the Moon by thefooliam - Brittana

They’re friends but nobody knows they’re friends! It’s a Grey’s Anatomy-esque AU and by thefooliam who wrote one of my favourite fics ever (Clexa) so obviously it’s gonna be good. Britt is a neo-natal surgeon (I think?) and Santana is the cranky paediatric surgeon who works the night shift with her all the time. Nails the characters, super cute, a little bit angsty, a dash of smut. What more could you want? 

4. Nothing Stays the Same til The World Ends Series by random_flores - Pezberry.

Is it obvious who my favourite Glee fic author is? Everything they write is magnificent, and I want to be like them when I grow up. This is a two part series. Apocalyptic Pezberry AU. Set roughly from season 2-ish onwards I think. Santana and Rachel get stuck trying to survive together after everyone else dies, and there are zombies (kinda). It’s just beautiful. End of story. I re-read it every time I want to hurt myself a little bit.

5. baby you don’t gotta fight (I’ll be here til the end of time) by therestisconfetti - Brittana. 

Remember how I said I didn’t like fics that ignore Brittany’s characterisation/POV? This does the exact opposite, and it does it really well. It’s basically all the moments Britt stood up for Santana that we didn’t see in canon, but probably should’ve. Also, as a side note this author does a heap of great missing-scene-esque Brittana fics, and I appreciate them all. So I’ve linked this one, but highly recommend reading the rest too. They make me feel things.

Bonus - one per ship, for equality: 

seen you skip that cautious lip by ratherembarrassing - Pezberry. 

Pezberry roommates drabble. It’s just cute/a little smutty. It’s kind of how I imagine canon Pezberry would’ve hooked up if that’d been a thing Glee was ever brave enough to actually do. 

I’m just saying by Eggandcheese - Quinntana.

Angsty as hell. Missing Quinntana friendship moments throughout canon, then some additional stuff post them sleeping together after Schue’s not-wedding. 

Rhythms by The Fooliam - Brittana.

Probably an obvious one because it’s a Brittana classic. Honestly, I’d re-read it purely for the body-shots scene alone. The rest of it is good too, but man, those body-shots...

#writing things #anon #fic recs #brittana #quinntana #pezberry

[arcturusreads]

New Beginnings - Merhayes

Another one that was written pre S17, before Scout was born and how I think Cormac would have asked Meredith out.

Meredith ran down the hospital corridors before finally getting to the maternity ward and stopped in front of the door that she had been looking for. Gently knocking, she popped her head around.

"Hey..." she whispered tentatively.

She was greeted by two grinning and tired faces. "Mere, come in." Amelia sounded exhausted but there was pure joy in her face.

"I hope you don't mind but I came as soon as you text." Meredith didn't want to impose, she knew what those first few hours... days... were like after birth.

"The whole point in me texting you was for you to get your butt down here! I want you to meet your niece!" If it wouldn't have caused her pain, Amelia would've been bouncing up and down on the bed.

"It's a girl!?" Mere yelled in a whisper, eyes immediately going to the small bundle that Link was lovingly cradling.

"Yeah, a gorgeous little girl, coming in at seven pounds!" The pride in Link's voice was obvious and it made Meredith smile even more. He was taking to being a father like a duck to water and that little girl already had him wrapped around her little finger. There was no doubt about that.

"Do you want to hold her?" Amelia asked.

"Please!" Meredith placed herself down in the chair as Link carefully placed the baby into her arms.

The little girl looked so cosy in her swaddled state, eyes closed and mouth opening and closing to form a small "o". Meredith entire world, at that moment, was consumed with the new life that she held. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her niece, she didn't want to. It had been a while since she had held a baby, that wasn't a patient, in her arms.

"Meet Alina Shepard-Lincoln." Link's awestruck voice whispered, his gaze still on his daughter.

Meredith couldn't help but smirk, "That last name is a bit of a mouthful."

Amelia just rolled her eyes and defended their choice, "It saved on the arguments!"

"Well, I happen to think that Alina is a very pretty name for a very smart little lady!" Meredith cooed at the baby.

"I'm glad to hear it, wouldn't want her godmother hating her name." Amelia laughed.

Meredith's head shot up and looked between Link and Amelia. "Wait- what?"

Link had taken a seat next to Amelia bed, holding her hand. "We were going to ask..."

But he was cut off by Amelia, "Look, we're not religious or anything so it's not like there'll be a christening. So, maybe the term godmother is a little redundant here. But the 'keeper of child in case of any mishaps' doesn't flow as well, you know? But if you prefer that title we could go with that-"

"Babbling!" Link and Meredith said at the same time, laughing.

"Right, sorry!" Amelia shook her head before getting back on track. "I'm blaming baby brain. But Link and I were thinking, the world is a scary place. The three of us know that and if anything were to ever happen to me and Link we would want to know that Alina was with someone we could trust to love her and raise her to be a strong, fearless woman. And you were the first person we both thought of." Tears were brimming in Amelia's eyes as she spoke.

Meredith felt something tightening in her chest as Amelia spoke. "I- are you sure? I mean I did run off with my two kids whilst pregnant when Derek died."

Amelia shrugged, "Okay, that definitely wasn't your finest moment..."

This time it was Link who cut in, "But you've had a million brilliant moments. Not just as a surgeon but as a mother."

"This is what we both want," Amelia gave Link's hand a squeeze. "As long as you're okay with that."

A grin was on Meredith's face, "I would love that."

Amelia let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good because I don't think anyone would cope with being second best if you said no."

Meredith let out a hearty laugh which caused Alina to stir so Meredith rocked her gently on her shoulder whilst walking her around the room. Her goddaughter. Carefully she handed Alina back to her father who resumed the walking whilst Meredith sat next to Amelia.

"Derek would be so proud of you right now." Meredith had taken Amelia's hand, holding it tight.

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so. He would have spoilt that little girl so much." They both laughed as they remembered how Derek was around his own daughter and other nieces.

"You know, he would have been proud of you too, Mere." Meredith opened her mouth to protest but Amelia carried on. "You've been raising three amazing kids as a single mom, you're making strides in your field and you're carrying on in your life. He wants to see you happy, Mere. Even if that was with a certain gorgeous, Irish Chief of Paediatrics."

Meredith couldn't help but roll her eyes at that last part. "That sounds awfully specific."

"Hmm, does it? Good thing I know where to find one, don't you think?" The smug look on Amelia's face was beginning to irk Meredith a little.

"Amelia, you just gave birth. Do you not think it's a bit early to be playing matchmaker." Meredith didn't know how Amelia even had the capacity to think about anything else right now. After both of her births, all Meredith had wanted to do was to sleep and not have to think about anything other than keeping her child alive.

"She's got a point, Grey," Link butted in as she placed Alina down in her plastic cot and sat on the end of the bed by Amelia's legs.

"Really? You're in on this, too?" Meredith raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm just saying, I've seen the way he looks at you."

Meredith was getting a little flustered now. "He doesn't look at me like anything!"

"Suuuure he doesn't!" Amelia sarcastic tone was not appreciated by her sister. "Anytime you're around and he's in the same room his eyes won't leave you. He's always watching you!"

"Oh, because that's not creepy at all. Hayes constantly watching me and plotting to kill me." Meredith rolled her eyes, why would him watching her like a hawk be an indication of him liking her.

Amelia slapped Meredith's arm. "Ow!" She rubbed the spot.

"Oh, shut up. I didn't even hit that hard! And you know what I mean!"

"Why are we discussing this? Shouldn't we be discussing baby stuff?" Meredith tried her best to deflect the conversation away from Cormac Hayes.

"Eh, everyone is going to want to take about baby stuff! I'm fed up just thinking about it. I want to talk about you and Hayes!"

"There is no me and Hayes!"

"Not yet but there could be if you give him a chance," Amelia sang.

Meredith sighed, "Amelia..."

"You said that you and DeLuca were history, right?"

"I mean, yeah..."

Amelia probed, "Do you still want to be with him?"

"No, definitely not. After everything that's happened... I don't think either of us wants that." Meredith shook her head. Whatever she and Andrew had was definitely in the past, it wasn't something that she wanted to revisit.

Amelia nodded, "Okay, good. So, what's stopping you?"

"He just thinks of me as a friend." Meredith wasn't sure how many times she was going to have to keep bringing that point up but Amelia didn't seem to understand.

"But you don't?" Link rejoined the conversation which made Meredith shake her head. Why the hell was she being ambushed?

"I never said that."

"But do you think of him as just a friend?" Amelia was not planning on letting go of this until she got a satisfactory answer.

"I mean, I'd be blind if I didn't think he was good looking..."

"See!? Plus, he was a gift," Amelia reminded her with a smirk.

Confusion was written across Links face. "What?"

Amelia waved her hand behind her to shush him. "I'll explain later." Her full attention was back on Meredith. "You guys would make an incredibly hot couple. What's stopping you?"

Before Meredith could even open her mouth Amelia started again. "Absolutely nothing, now go!"

"You're kicking me out?" Meredith lifted a brow.

"Don't make me call security!"

"I own the hospital!"

"Link!"

"Alright, fine I'm going!" Meredith walked over to where Alina lay, blissfully unaware of the antics going on around her. "She's crazy but your mom is a good one." She whispered.

"Hey, I heard that!" Amelia called at Meredith's back as she departed the room.

On her way to the elevator, she passed the nursery, Cormac standing outside the window in a pink apron. Wincing, Meredith hoped she could get past undetected. After the conversation she had with Amelia just now, talking to him would be a little awkward and she couldn't be dealing with that. And if word got back to Amelia that they had both spoken, then Meredith would not hear the end of it. But going past the nursery was the quickest way to the elevators and she could not be bothered to traipse her way around the entire ward just to avoid one man. He did seem quite engrossed in whatever was on the chart he was looking. It should be fine, she would just quietly creep past. No one would know, Hayes wouldn't see her. Life would be great, no awkward conversations, everything is all good...

"Grey, what are you doing up here?"

"Damnit" Meredith whispered under her breathe. Why the hell did he need to look up then!?

Awkwardly she walked closer to Cormac, knowing it would just look weird if she kept three feet of distance between them. To avoid his gaze she looked into the nursery, full of babbling, healthy babies. "Uh, hi, Hayes."

A lopsided smile graced Cormac's face as he watched her looking at the newborns. "You know, I've been working with you for months and I don't think I've ever heard you call me by my first name."

"I could say the same for you," Meredith still hadn't dared to look at his face.

"Touche... well, maybe it's something that we should both try then, Meredith."

Meredith shut her eyes, the way he said her name made butterflies erupt in her stomach. Why was she feeling like a fifteen-year-old again? This was stupid, she was a grown woman, with three kids and a big job. She could not be going crazy just because a hot guy had said her name. She cleared her throat, "Cormac."

"Wasn't so bad now, was it?" He grinned.

Meredith finally looked at him and gave him a sarcastic smile. The awkwardness and tension knotted in her stomach were beginning to ease away. "Still with the jokes I see?"

"What can I say, if it paid better I would be a comedian."

Meredith laughed in spite of herself, which made Cormac's smile even wider. She didn't seem to laugh much around the hospital, he knew that they were around dying people but still. It felt as if she was holding something back but when she laughed, she seemed free. It bought along a warm feeling for Cormac, one that he hadn't felt since his wife had passed away. It was a feeling that he had battled with. He had felt guilty when it had first happened, as though he was betraying his wife. But she had wanted so badly for him to move on after she had left. Cormac hadn't thought that it would be possible to find that kind of love again, not that he loved Meredith but he could see things going somewhere. If he thought she even felt the same way.

"So, what are you doing around these parts then?" He bought the conversation back to his original question. Hayes was pretty on top of his department and he was sure that no one had pages for a consult from General recently.

"Oh, Amelia had the baby and she texted me to come and meet my niece."

Cormac's eyebrows raised in joy, "Shepard had her baby?"

Meredith nodded, "Yeah, a little girl, her name's Alina."

"Well, I'll make sure to do a round of the little on then and make her my patient."

"I'm sure that Amelia would love that."

Cormac took a deep breath and followed Meredith's gaze to the babies. It was now or never. He was only going to have the courage to do this once and if he chickened out now he wasn't sure if he would be able to ask her this again. "Babies..." He started with a long pause.

Meredith just stared at him curiously, waiting for him to continue. Cormac wanted to hit his head against the windows. Babies. Why would he start off like that? And then not say anything else? She was going to end up thinking that he was a right weirdo. And she was going to think that he was even weirder because he was leaving this gap longer and longer. Damnit, he really needed to say something.

"They, uh, make you think of new beginnings, don't they?" Cormac blurted it out as quickly as he could and Meredith wasn't sure whether she was meant to agree or whether he was going to continue talking. Thankfully, Cormac carried on. "It just gives you hope... that things will be okay."

Meredith's eyes were now locked on Cormac's profile. How hadn't she realised how attractive he looked from this side. The stubble... his nose... okay, yeah, maybe he did like him, a tiny bit.

"Look, Meredith," Cormac turned his body so that he was fully facing Meredith. "I've been wanting to ask you if you wanted to go out for a drink sometime..."

Meredith looked around, "Who? Me?" She asked, pointing at herself, a mischievous smile on her.

"Oh haha, Grey, yes, you."

"Hmmm..." Meredith put her hands in her white lab coat, rocking back and forth on her heels. She may as well have some fun with this since she knew what her final answer was going to end up being. "Yeah, what's a drink between friends, right?"

Cormac winced comically, "Oh, Grey, come on. You're killing me here!"

"I have no idea what you're on about." She looked around innocently.

"I'm sure you don't. Fine!" Cormac suddenly got down on one knee just as there were a gaggle of doctors and nurses on their way past the pair. They all came to a halt when they saw Cormac on the floor.

"Cormac, what the hell are you doing." Meredith had crouched a little and was yelling at him as quietly as she could.

"Meredith Grey!" His thick Irish accent projected all the way down the hall. "Will you please allow me to take you on a date?"

At this point, Meredith had gone bright red and could feel herself slowly dying from embarrassment. She began to tug on Cormac's arm trying to get him to stand up whilst straining a smile to their audience in the hopes that they would leave. "Hayes, can you please get the hell up?" She whispered through gritted teeth.

"Nope. Not until you give me an answer."

"Fine!" Meredith finally relented, annoyed that her plan had completely backfired on her. This was going to be around the hospital within the next hour and she knew that her sisters were never going to let her live this down.

"I'm sorry, Meredith, I couldn't hear you." Cormac looked up at her grinning, her tugging not even having the slightest effect in moving him from the floor.

Grumbling under her breath, Meredith knew that there was only one way that she would be able to put an end to her embarrassment right now. "Yes, I'll go on a date with you," she said as loudly as she was able to bring herself to.

Finally, Cormac stood up, turning to the audience and giving them a huge grin as they all clapped and cheered. When he turned back to Meredith, she was rolling her eyes but ultimately glad that the group seemed to be dispersing now that they had gotten what they wanted.

"I hope you're happy." She playfully hit him on his chest.

"Over the moon, I'll have you know." They both wore matching grins on their faces until Meredith's pager went off.

"I'm sorry, I'm needed in the pit."

Cormac just shook his head, "Go, I'll catch up with you later."

Meredith sent him an apologetic smile before running down the corridor, Cormac watching her retreating figure with her lab coat flying behind her. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was that he had managed to get a date with Meredith Grey.

#amelink #greys anatomy #merhayes #merwidow #cormac hayes #meredith grey #mcwidow #amelia shepard #atticus lincoln #excuse me whilst i rearrange the alphabet

[prettywordsyouleft]

MonX Hospital | Jooheon

Pairing: Lee Jooheon x reader

Genre: paeditrician – hospital au / romance / friends with benefits to lovers au

Warnings: medical and challenging behaviour terms, and whilst they’re fwb it’s only talked about, there are no sex scenes.

Word count: 3994

Index: Shownu | Wonho | Minhyuk | Kihyun | Hyungwon | Jooheon | Changkyun

Tuning out the conversation at the front desk he had been listening to, Jooheon shifted his attention to the busy waiting room. A mother, looking rather frustrated, was standing beside a small child and holding out her hand. She visibly swallowed back her urgency and smiled. “Come on Maddox, the nurse is waiting for us.”

The young boy ignored her request, continuing to push a car on a table, hurtling it around with a bit more force.

“Maddox! Let’s go,” she tried again, reaching out for his hand, in which the boy immediately recoiled away from and screamed. His mother, trying not to catch the sympathetic looks from the other waiting parents, readjusted her bag upon her shoulder. “Come on now, the nurse just needs to see how big you’re getting! It’s not scary, I swear.”

Pushing away from the counter he had been resting upon, Jooheon entered the space, giving the mother a comforting smile before sitting down on the floor next to the child. Maddox glanced in his direction cautiously, now pushing the car around with less force. Jooheon grinned. “Woah, that’s some good driving you’re doing there! Can I join?”

The child didn’t verbally answer, but he did hand Jooheon a car. Starting up some revving noises, he then propelled it around the track the child had made out of various wooden blocks and toys from the container in the corner. Jooheon purposely knocked down a bridge and then gasped noisily.

The small boy giggled. “You caused an accident!”

“I really did, didn’t I. Was I going too fast?” Maddox nodded. “What do you recommend I do?”

“You’ll need to go see a doctor! Your driver is injured!”

“Oh no!” Jooheon exclaimed and several of the other kids in the waiting room edged closer. “Isn’t it a good thing I’m in a hospital right now?”

“Are you a doctor?” another child asked and Jooheon nodded guiltily.

“I am. I should have known better and gone slower, right?”

All the kids agreed with this.

“Maybe since we’re in a hospital, Maddox here could take me and my broken driver to see the nurse right now. He needs to get checked out.”

The little boy hesitated before nodding and holding out his hand. Jooheon hid his smile as best as he could, and the rest was wiped off his face when Maddox dragged him across the foyer and into the room he had been avoiding all this time. For a little guy, he sure was strong. His mother darted along with them, smiling appreciatively at Jooheon who Maddox insisted had to sit down with him.

“Nurse Tina, I drove too fast and now Maddox and I need to get checked out.”

“Well,” she said solemnly, looking at Maddox and nodding her head. “We best check you both out for any injuries, huh?! First, let’s take your temperature, shall we?”

“Thank you,” the mother said once Maddox’s basic stats were charted. “He gets a little overwhelmed in places like these.”

“It’s common so don’t feel it’s something you’re doing wrong. Kids don’t naturally like coming to the hospital,” Jooheon replied before crouching down to ruffle Maddox’s hair. “Thanks for looking out for me! Now you go down that hallway and let Doctor Y/N look out for your driver, okay?”

“You better heal well, Doctor…” Maddox leaned in to attempt to read his badge. Before he could tell him his name, Maddox looked at the honey pot clay pin attached to his lanyard and grinned. “Doctor Honey!”

“That’s me,” he chuckled. “I’m Doctor Honey.”

“Doctor Honey, huh?” you mentioned when Jooheon walked into the shared office space for junior consultants, shooting him a smirk. “I heard all about how reckless you drove from a little boy and three others today. I think I’m going to take the bus home tonight instead of catching a ride with you.”

“I guess I have my first nickname here,” Jooheon breathed dramatically before sitting down. “Here I was hoping for “Doctor McHottie. Guess being a paediatrician makes that one a bit of a stretch.”

“That and this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy,” you replied with another smile before throwing down your pen with a heavy sigh.

Jooheon peered over at your case notes and then scrunched up his nose. “Hard day?”

“I have one patient who I saw today in Doctor Clifford’s clinic hours and I’m at a loss of what to present to him in our meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Can I read your case notes more closely?” he asked and you slid the file over. Reaching for your tablet to look up the history of previous visits for the young girl, Jooheon sighed as well. “Poor thing has enough going on in her life, huh?”

“She’s retracting away from society at a rapid pace. When she did answer my questions, she was very angry in doing so. There’s a lot of tension pent up in her body and mind right now.”

“And the caregivers state the change came from puberty? Nothing else?”

“Her biological parents have recently left the scene for good, which initially eased some of her aggressive behaviour. However, the return of the new school year has put a lot of strain on the situation. Some of these symptoms do support her diagnosis on the ASD spectrum, but I’m also concerned we’re not doing enough. I’ve increased the dosages for two medications she’s taking and given the caregiver some advice on how to address the lack of school attendance from a professional’s perspective but she didn’t seem all that relieved it would do much to help things at home and I can’t stop thinking about their situation. She’s such a sweet kid but she’s not getting the right assistance to help her overcome this.”

“And her diagnosis of Autism is much newer than most of these other labels that some of the services out there to support kiddos like her would have given them a stand-down period of six weeks before even adding them to the waiting list so who knows when they will get seen by them to continue support at home,” Jooheon added on, tapping a finger on his chin trying to find a solution.

The past year that he had worked as a junior consultant in the Paediatrics department had definitely come with some highs. Working with children and helping them overcome obstacles both physically and mentally to reach closer to their potential was always rewarding. But more often than not, he felt restricted by the amount of help he could give to kids like this one. A meeting during one of these clinics was only a moment in time for that family. The parents and caregivers of children exhibiting these challenging behaviours truly deserved all the respect in the world for what they must face day in and out.

Jooheon knew that your frustrations matched his own, wishing there was more you could do to support that family. He smiled determinedly at you over the table. “Let’s brainstorm what else you could suggest for her ongoing support and reach out to the agencies we know that might provide assistance to the family with her needs as well.”

“You know, you really suit that nickname of yours, Doctor Honey,” you replied with a watery smile, nodding as you reached to take the file back. “You sure are a sweetheart.”

“Sweet enough to have dinner with?” Jooheon shot back playfully and he grinned when you rolled your eyes right as he expected you to.

“I like things to be more sour than just sweet.”

“Chinese it is,” he announced and you laughed whilst shaking your head.

“Sometimes, I wonder how to get through to you that only being your friend and colleague is where it belongs for us.”

“Friends can have dinner together.”

“I remember our last dinner,” you stated with a hushed tone as Jooheon’s smile grew again. “Don’t smile!”

“I remember it too. It was really delicious.”

“I don’t recall signing up for dessert afterwards,” you continued, trying to sound unaffected as you scrolled through your tablet.

“I don’t recall you saying no to it either,” he pointed out, trying not to smile too much at your reproachful look. “We can enjoy the perks of being consenting adults when we want to, Y/N.”

“I swear you’ve watched way too many doctors TV shows.”

Jooheon smirked. “Never seen one, actually. You’re just trying to pass it off for whatever happens in those dramas so you don’t have to admit that being friends with me is fun.”

“It’s trouble. Honey gets sticky and is hard to remove.”

“You don’t have to remove it,” he offered. Glancing over at you earnestly, he hoped you would notice that whilst having bouts of pleasure with you over the past year had been well reciprocated, Jooheon hoped it could become more between you.

You deflated his approach quickly. “Sorry, I have plans for dinner. Maybe next time, Doctor Honey.”

“Did you ever follow up with that family with the puberty issue?” Jooheon asked a couple of weeks later when he crossed paths with you in the hallway leading to a seminar you were both attending.

You nodded, shooting him a smile. “Clifford was thrilled with the added suggestions I had for the case. Thanks for your help.”

“Hey, whatever gives these kids the best chance to thrive, huh?”

“I hope this seminar is worth it.”

Jooheon smirked. “Don’t snore too loudly this time round.”

“I did not!” Yanking on his arm as you looked around at the fellow health professionals entering the space, you then huffed indignantly. “I had worked two shifts back to back and ended up helping on an urgent case before the last one!”

“Sure,” he replied simply, his dimples deepening as he threw you another playful smile. “If that’s what helps you cover up-”

“Are you fishing for a thank you since you made sure no one found me sleeping through the last one?!” you enquired as you both stepped into the large boardroom, aiming for the seats concealed in the back row. Once seated, you gave Jooheon a pointed look. “I won’t fall asleep.”

“What will you do this time if you do?”

“I’m not going to!”

“I’m going to hold it over your head if you do. I know! Dinner tonight if you fall asleep.”

“I hope you enjoy eating alone, Lee Jooheon.”

Hours later, you grumbled as you took a seat adjacent from Jooheon in a sushi bar, pointing your index finger at him warningly. “Don’t!”

“Sure looks like I have the best company for eating alone tonight, Y/N.”

“We’re only eating,” you announced firmly, before reaching out for a plate from the conveyor belt that ran along the inner edge of the table. You then let out another groan. “If only her voice hadn’t been so dreary!”

“Face it, unless you’re being stimulated, you fall asleep too easily. I don’t know how you even got through med school.”

“Lots of coffee and determination.”

“Guess now that you have the job it’s easy to slacken off huh?”

“Jooheon!”

He grinned. “Don’t worry. I took enough notes for the pair of us.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you told him and gestured to the food. “It’s on me tonight.”

The conversation flowed easily over a range of topics during dinner, as it usually did. Jooheon hadn’t met someone who he could tease in one moment and then discuss serious topics in the next until you, and it always made him yearn for more of your attention. However, when you reached for your second shot glass of sake, Jooheon took it from you and downed it instead.

“Hey! That was mine.”

“You’re a lightweight. Don’t drink anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll end up wanting dessert if you do,” he told you bluntly, and you stared at him, cheeks flushed.

“Who says I don’t already?”

“Are you feeling the effects of the alcohol so soon?”

Leaning over and kissing him impulsively, Jooheon was stunned when you pulled away. You cocked your head to the side and took the shot glass back before pouring more of the rice wine. You knocked it back. “I can’t have you having dessert alone as well, huh?”

“Let’s pay the check then. It’s a work night and we don’t need to drink any more with early morning clinics tomorrow.”

“You’re right,” you agreed with a seductive trail of your finger down his chest. “I’m sure you’ll make me feel more than drunk on what you have in store for me tonight.”

“Doctor Honey!” the children exclaimed as he entered the hospital schoolroom, waving to all the attendees of the class. A couple of the physically-abled children hopped up from their seats and dashed over to hug him.

“How’s school today?”

“We’re colouring!” Ingrid told him and he gasped noisily, allowing the girl to take him over to her place at the table. She was colouring in a fairy with a pretty flower crown.

“Colouring!” he repeated, crouching down to look at Minseok’s alligator he was carefully remaining within the lines of. “You’re all future artists!”

“Will you colour with us?!”

“Me? Oh, I don’t know, I’m just a doctor.”

“You could draw a picture of Doctor Y/N!” Jake suggested and Jooheon lost his balance, falling to the floor with an embarrassing thud.

The children all giggled.

Recovering, Jooheon narrowed his gaze on Jake. “Why would I draw her?”

“Because last time she came to visit our class, she drew you!” Melissa told him as she pointed to the wall where a picture of a honey pot and spoon had been hung up.

Jooheon laughed. “That’s a honey pot.”

“It’s you! She told us so.”

“Really?” he asked, looking at the picture again. He grinned. “Did she tell you why she chose to draw that?”

“We asked her to draw her favourite thing.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he breathed out quietly, thinking back to your indifferent behaviour this morning when you woke up at his place.

Coming back to the present, Jooheon smiled weakly. “I wish I could colour with you all but I’m actually here for Luna.”

Luna lowered her head and shook it adamantly. “I don’t want to go!”

“Doctor Honey will be with you, don’t be scared, Luna,” the teacher, Mrs Potts, gently encouraged and the other children moved to hug her and tell her it would be okay.

Once Luna was free from her friends, Jooheon held out his hand for her. “I’ve even got the coolest orderly on his way to help you travel to your therapy session in style.”

“You’ll still come too, right?”

“Of course!” he assured, her sweaty palm gripping onto his more tightly.

As he walked Luna back to her wardroom, she kept looking up at Jooheon inconspicuously, and he smiled after catching her once more in the reflection of the window they passed by. “What is it, Luna?”

“Is Doctor Y/N your girlfriend?”

Jooheon shook his head sadly in answer. “She just wants to be my special friend.”

“I had a boyfriend once,” she whispered when back in her room and Jooheon leaned down to help her up onto her bed. He then gasped and Luna giggled behind her hand.

“You’re too young for a boyfriend!”

“And you’re too old! Shouldn’t you be married by now?!”

“I’m not old at all!”

“Then I’m not young!” she refuted and Jooheon gave her a fist pump in a truce. Her humour eased. “I wish I had kept him as my special friend though.”

“Why?”

“When he left the hospital after getting better, he never contacted me again. If I hadn’t of given him my heart, it wouldn’t have hurt so much.” Blinking at the vulnerable truth the twelve year old had spoken of, Jooheon sighed. She was too young for such a painful experience on top of her health condition.

Luna took Jooheon’s hand and squeezed it again. “Maybe Doctor Y/N doesn’t want you to ever leave her so she chooses to keep you as her special friend instead.”

Before he could respond, Minhyuk, the cheerful orderly, arrived and took away his chance. Jooheon smiled at Luna thoughtfully.

It was amazing how insightful kids could be.

“It feels like it’s been forever since I worked in the same place as you,” you mentioned when you entered the office space the following week and Jooheon grinned.

“It’s only been two days. Are you not getting enough done in your shifts to feel like time is dragging or something?”

“You’re not funny.” Sitting down heavily, you placed your hands up under your chin to rest your head upon them. “It’s just weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Even when we’re busy, you always seem to appear during my day.”

Jooheon swallowed slowly. “I guess friends are not always visible when busy.”

“You are though,” you persisted, narrowing your gaze on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Sure.”

“Really?” Peering at Jooheon more closely, he diverted his gaze from your scrutiny. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“What’s there to hide? We’re just friends, Y/N.”

“Hm,” you hummed, shaking your head. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m just being your friend.”

“Say the word friend one more time, I beg of you,” you said darkly, opening your file with a huff.

He chose to look at you then, chewing on his bottom lip.

Luna’s words had played around in his mind. Jooheon didn’t realise that his advances could have been felt as pressure to you, and whilst he knew being friends who slept together worked to some extent, he hadn’t realised it could mean something to you to not go any further.

And so he had decided to just be the friend you needed. Although, Jooheon wondered if he had taken the step back a little too far if you were aware of how little he was trying to bombard you each day. To be fair, he wasn’t very good at reeling back his own feelings or level of friendship to make you feel more comfortable.

After a few minutes of working in silence, you cleared your throat. “Are you busy tonight?”

“No.”

“Good, want to Netflix and Chill?” you suggested, not lifting your gaze from your tablet. Jooheon didn’t answer immediately and you flicked your eyes upwards. You then frowned, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Doctor Honey, did you hear me?”

“Uh, maybe not tonight. I’m not feeling well.”

“Really? But that one time when you were ill and told me nothing could stop you from-”

“Guess I had more energy back then,” he lied, collecting up his things hastily. He was growing confused and it was bothering him.

You seemed bothered as well. “Where are you off to? We have two hours to write up our findings from our clinical hours today.”

“I need to go look up something in the library. I’ll catch you later.”

Jooheon slapped the side of his head a couple of times once he was out of the office, groaning with how awkward he was acting towards you.

He realised he couldn’t just be friends with you anymore.

Your working environment continued to grow tense until you found Jooheon in an empty wardroom, patting the bed in which Luna had once resided in.

For a moment, you comforted him. “It’s a good thing she’s going home. Why are you sitting here looking so lost?”

“I’ve grown attached to her.”

“She was a spunky little thing. Gave me lots of advice.”

Jooheon nodded softly. “Me too.”

“Did she give you the advice to avoid me?” you wondered and Jooheon glanced up at you in confusion. You shrugged, taking a seat on the bed beside him. “Or did she say something to make you back off from me?”

“No, well-”

“I knew it!” you exclaimed, standing back up and waving your hands around. “See, she told me that there was someone really special in my world and that I should see him as more than a friend and then you kept saying the words just friends over and over and I cannot believe you took the advice of a twelve year old so literally!”

“Hang on a moment,” he simply replied, narrowing his eyes on your face. “Regardless of age, some people say insightful things. I was just giving you the space you need since I have made it clear that I want to be more than just friends who sleep together. I want the whole deal with you but you always give excuses. So yeah, I listened to Luna and thought maybe you had a reason that you didn’t want to be more than friends with me over. I was being respectful of your needs.”

“Disappearing from my world is respectful?” you asked, shaking your head. “You made me lonely. I half wondered if I had offended you or you’d grown bored of me. I kept making advances at you that you’ve deflected. How is that being a friend?”

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I mean more than a friend,” he reiterated and you opened your mouth, only to close it again. Jooheon sighed. “See, this is where we differ. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you and want to-”

“My last partner manipulated me,” you blurted out. Cringing, you started to pace the floor. “I gave him so much of myself that when I realised what he was doing to me, I vowed I wouldn’t date again. I wanted to hold full control over my feelings. I figured if all you and I did was eat and sleep together that I wouldn’t get too attached. I could have a good friend and have some fun with you too.”

You stopped pacing and looked at him. “But you’ve become more than a friend; even I have to admit it. I want to do more than what we have. I just don’t want to lose what we have either.”

“I’m not going to hurt you like that,” Jooheon answered, standing up and stepping closer to you. Reaching for your shoulders, he smiled gently. “I’m not like him.”

“I know, you’re so much better in all areas,” you breathed and Jooheon grinned. “That’s why I get scared. You’re too good of a human to mess things up with.”

“What if things only get better, not messed up?” he offered and you slipped your arms around his waist, placing your head against him. “What if we’re better at being more than just friends?”

“Is it worth risking what we have?” you murmured, lifting your head to look at him. After staring at one another for an intense moment, you nodded. “Of course it is.”

Jooheon kissed you then, softly. It felt like it had been so long since he had last caressed your lips properly. You pressed into him firmly, deepening the embrace.

And then jumped apart when you both heard fevered giggling. “It’s just like what my Mummy watches on TV! Doctors do kiss each other in secret!”

“Ew, are you both worried about catching cooties?!”

“Why would they be worried? They’re doctors! They can cure anything!”

“How about you guys head off and pretend you saw nothing and I’ll be down to the schoolroom with candy in twenty minutes,” Jooheon stated and with another set of giggles, they darted out, leaving you both laughing at being caught.

“They’re right though,” you mentioned, stretching up to peck his lips again. “We can cure anything.”

Jooheon grinned, resting his forehead on yours. “So how about dinner tonight?”

“With Doctor Honey?” you asked, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, what’s on the menu?”

“Anything you fancy.”

“Even you?”

“I thought I was too sticky,” he teased, reminding you of a past conversation.

Trailing your index finger up until you flicked his chin gently; you gave him a smirk. “Maybe I don’t mind if I can’t get you off of me now.”

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hotel blue moon

"There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some thoughtful freaks kill them for us in secret. That's why clueless civilians can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

“Which one do you think I am?"

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There were a lot of things Moonyoung did not enjoy doing. Smiling unnecessarily. Being touched. Having to censor her books for the general public when their intended audience had no problems with her content. Meeting with obnoxious directors of large hospital chains that took advantage of people's suffering to make billions while looking like great philanthropists.

Ham and Gam hospitals hosted the largest paediatric wards in all of South Korea, with the country's best (highest paid, inflated, overconfident) paediatric doctors and surgeons on their staff. The ugly posters of smiling doctors (couldn't they have hired models?) and smiling children with assorted bullshit statistics stared at her as she sat there, doing one thing she hated so she wouldn't have to do another thing that she, unfortunately, hated more.

The earliest reviews of Zombie Kid were not looking good. Sangin was crying or yelling every time he spoke to her. The art was too gruesome, the story was too violent—of course it was too violent for the timid reviewers that read it from the safety of newspaper positions that afforded them the right to have no critical thinking whatsoever. Themes? Metaphors? These were the people who ate Cinderella up and pretended no feet were harmed in the making of this fairytale.

Still, she had a fanbase. Her books would sell, and, per Sangin, if she went to a hospital and read her books to children who needed money and medicine and possibly new organs, everyone would clap about her good deeds and forget all about the child that ate his mother.

If that had been all, Moonyoung wouldn't have minded. She liked readings; the terrorised but delighted little eyes staring up at her, eating up every word, learning something that a good many adults would never understand. The reading of this book did not have nearly as much drama as she would like, and any more cannibalism-based artwork had been ruled out, but it was still a good read. She made chewing noises as she read, and the children were delighted.

But it was not all.

And the truly generous Ham Kojeon had then had the audacity to postpone their meeting.

Moonyoung had nearly turned around and walked for the stairs, but Sangin was getting scarily fast at keeping up with her; his arm had popped up in her way before she could take a step down, and he'd dodged when she'd gone for her purse, then said something and gone to argue with the secretary.

"The director's been called into an urgent meeting," the secretary had told Sangin half an hour ago. "But the director has arranged snacks for you in the waiting room."

The waiting room in question surrounded the director's office, separated by frosted windows that gave a nice view into the room itself. Nothing was clear, but she could just about make out a pair of nice broad shoulders walking around the room. "Oh my," she said when the shoulders visibly walked around the desk to stare down at where the director was presumably sitting. "Has he delayed us to meet with a personal guest? How impolite."

Sangin glared at her. On the other side, his makeshift assistant giggled into her folder.

"Well, maybe I should go join them. Better view from inside. I deserve some entertainment too if he's going to keep me waiting."

Sangin hissed something about the people listening, even though it was just them and the director's secretary. Moonyoung rolled her eyes and turned away. Sometimes—just sometimes—she almost wished she valued her creative autonomy less than she did.

She shifted to relieving her frustration with all of this by grinding the metal heel of her boot into the metal leg of the chair and enjoying Sangin wincing every time she did it. The trick to something like that was variation. A few seconds of relief meant he wasn't expecting it when—

A thin distant alarm bell began to peal throughout the building, and Moonyoung laughed. "Can this day get any worse?"

Sangin groaned. "Wait a minute, let me go find out what's happened. Don't go anywhere!" he commanded, then gave the art director a look that said make sure she doesn't go anywhere. Then he ran off, presumably to interrogate someone poorly.

Moonyoung gave it a second, then got up and left. "Ms. Ko!" Poor little Seungjae called, but didn't make to follow. Moonyoung ignored her and went down the stairs. If nothing else, she needed a smoke break, especially if she was really expected to shake hands with Ham Kojeon after this.

She was halfway down the stairs when she saw it; a man in a patient's uniform dragging a child into what looked like a supplies closet. She followed at some distance, eyes narrowing, mind whirring uncomfortably. The girl was crying, but the alarm bells were loud enough on this floor that she wasn't audible over them—was that smoke she smelled? Had the man taken advantage of the fire, or had he started it?

When she slipped into the still-open closet door, the man was on his knees in front of the sobbing girl. "I'm your father!" he insisted. "I'm really your father! Why are you crying?"

"My father's dead!" the girl was repeating, eyes screwed shut, "You're not my father!"

"Listen to Daddy! I'm not dead! We both have to go together, do you hear me? Children can't live alone without their parents, that's why we both have to go at the same time!"

Moonyoung clicked her tongue. "What is this? Some kind of personality disorder? Delusions? I didn't realise it was that kind of hospital." She did hope the contempt came through. It worked; the man dropped the girl's arms, and turned to glare at her.

"Who the hell are you?" the man's voice faded between ordinary and not-quite-ordinary. Moonyoung frowned despite herself as his face seemed to shudder into something grotesque for a second—but when she blinked, it was just a grey-haired man with yellowing teeth. "This is between me and my daughter! Stay out of this!"

"She said she isn't your daughter," Moonyoung said. "If you want to die, die alone. If you want to live, don't steal others' children."

The man scrambled off his feet and came towards her. "Do you want to die? What the hell do you know? This is my daughter, and I'll do whatever the hell I like."

"Hearing problem?" she yelled, making an exaggerated gesture towards her ear. "I said, she—"

The man lunged towards her, and she slammed the hard end of her purse into his face, knocking him clean to the ground. The purse flew open, and her knife—too pretty for this place, with its carved handle and its surgical sharp tip—flew out of it to land somewhere beyond the man's hand.

He reared towards it, but he was on the ground, she was faster, and she stamped on his hand, keeping him from reaching the knife, and kicked it out of the way but somehow the man was up again. He jumped, and reached for her throat, grabbing her in a violent choke and banging her head onto the tile. A storage shelf crashed to the ground somewhere behind him. Her legs froze. The hands on her throat went from warm to cool to warm to cool to warm. "Die! Die! Why won't you just die!" a familiar face screamed. Hair floated in her vision, and the face blurred out.

The pressure on her throat lifted abruptly. She grabbed at her throat, air coming in way too fast, the imprint of cold—cold? warm—no—they had been cold, hadn't they?—hands around her throat still stinging, along with every uncomfortable nightmare they drew up.

When her vision re-adjusted, the man was wrestling with another man in a waistcoat. Consciousness returned. She was in Ham and Gam hospital. She was awake. She was an adult. And a piece of shit had just—fucking—strangled her—

She got to her feet and grabbed the knife.

Waistcoat had won, but that didn't help her. "I'll kill you all! All of you!" the man was shouting, even on the ground and clearly restrained by something. Her ears were still buzzing; the man's voice phased again, into something wrong, before it came back.

She lifted her arm, and brought the knife down—

It was a sharp knife. Moonyoung always ate her steak rare, red and raw enough to bleed if she cut into it too quickly—tough enough that no dull knife would cut through cleanly, without ugly ragged edges. This knife cut through her meat perfectly, even with little pressure. That was why she liked it.

It sliced cleanly through flesh, catching on bone too tough for it. She felt the fingers that closed around the knife in her own grip on it, surprisingly sensory. Blood dripped down a forearm and stained the cuff of a sleeve.

Waistcoat stared at her, and she stared back.

"I'd appreciate if you stayed out of this," she said.

The man with the knife currently embedded in his palm said, "Do you know how difficult it is to get stains out of a suit like this?"

"Are you with the hospital?" she asked. "There's a vermin infestation. I was just helping." she glanced down at the man whose arms were bound behind his back —by what, she couldn't see. He started shouting again as he realised her meaning, then promptly fainted, mid-word. She frowned, about to say something, when Waistcoat wrenched the knife from her palm, wringing his arm like a dog shaking water out of its fur. Little drops of blood landed around her heels. He began to wrap a bright silk handkerchief around the knife.

Moonyoung scoffed. "What, is the knife hurt? Why are you wrapping that around the knife?"

He didn't respond. She opened her palm in front of him. He looked up—finally. "Your hand," she said, "not the knife."

Waistcoat smiled. "Haven't you injured me enough right now?" he asked, and slipped the bandaged knife into his pocket.

"That's mine. "

"You tried to kill someone with it," he said.

She shrugged. "If he's Non-Compos Mentis, I can say I acted in self-defense. I was only going to give him a small cut with the knife, but you overreacted and injured yourself," she said, placing her unnerving smile on her lips. The man's lips quirked up, too—he had little dimples at the very corners, which made the smile far too cheerful for his otherwise unsmiling face.

"It landed in my palm, so it's mine now," he said, then cocked his head. "That was a lot of power for a small cut."

She smiled, and grabbed a handkerchief from her own purse. "There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die," she said, grabbing his palm—apparently, she hadn’t injured him enough just yet. She began to wrap that around his hand, and it stained the red immediately, creating a deep blush in the center—blood in blood. "And some thoughtful freaks kill them for us in secret. That's why clueless civilians can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware." She tugged the handkerchief shut, smiling when he shuddered. "Which one do you think I am?"

Waistcoat's smile widened. He looked to the unconscious man on the ground, then to his hand, and then to her. "Just a clueless civilian,” he said, after she had stabbed him clean through the palm, held hard enough that the steak knife would go through skin and artery easier than meat. “But which one do you think I am?"

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The Pleasure is all mine  Chapter 2

Word count: 2616 

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Background Platonic friendship Debbie Ocean x Lou Miller. 

Setting: Three weeks after their initial meeting, they finally meet again but does the reader assume things to quickly...  (of course she does because I wrote it and I’m an over-thinker)

A/N: I am so sorry for the late update, I was going to do it yesterday but I just needed to add a couple of things to it before uploading. Also I skimmed through this... does that count as proof-reading?

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​ @5aftermidnight​

P.S: Your comments puts fuel/gas in my car, much appreciated x

I do not own the gif below! ♥

Chapter 2 

Erin is a sweet five year old girl with the cutest blonde curls and crystal blue eyes reminding me of a certain hot knight in shining armour.

"See you around Y/N from Y/H/T"

"Miss Nurse do you have any fish?"

I shake the thoughts of Lou out of my head before focusing on the important question asked by my patient.

"No, but I did have when I was younger. He was a clown fish"

"Just like Nemo!" She squeals excitedly.

I grin softly at the innocent statement.

"Just like Nemo"

"Do you think if I ask mummy real nicely, she will get me Nemo once I'm better" she asked sweetly with a hint of sadness. I frown slightly thinking about the treatment that she's currently going through before quickly masking it behind a sweet smile.

"Well there's no harm in asking hey, my little munchkin?" I stroke my thumb across her cheek softly offering some comfort.

"Miss Nurse do you think I'll get any better?"

I fumble slightly trying to gather my thoughts. This has always been the most difficult part of the job but somehow, I wouldn't change it for the world.

"I sure hope so kid! But just know that me and your parents are going to be right here, with you, all the way" I reassure her before standing up and letting her know that she's due her medication.

 Leaving the room, I sigh gently before rubbing my tired eyes. After working three twelve-hour shifts in a row a girl could use a nap. I straighten myself up again and turn towards the nurse’s station, on my way over I see Erin's parents coming through the door and towards her room. They glance over and offer a polite smile and wave before entering. I turn back towards the nurse's station and see Rachel standing behind the desk going through medical files. She quickly glances my way before returning to her task with a mischievous grin.

"Someone looks like shit today; you want to borrow some of my concealer"

" Ha.Ha. very funny Rach, for that you can go on the next medication round"

She pokes her tongue out playfully before abandoning her task and turning her full attention to me. She places her face in the palms of her hands innocently before asking:

"Wanna come out tonight? Please, pretty please?" With a pout for good measure. I groan before rolling my eyes in displeasure.

"The last time I ended up out with you, I almost fractured my ankle" I complain. She scoffs and waves her hand in dismissal.

"Oh please! you were fine after a week besides you got rescued by some hot blonde, if anything you should be thanking me!" She teases. I roll my eyes in good nature before taking the medical file from her pile and walking away.

"I take that as a yes!" She states loudly, leaning over the desk. I turn my head to face her with a grin.

"Of course" with a quick playful wink before heading off to my next patient. I hear a loud "Yes!" from behind me before walking into the patients room.

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The club is hot and dark with lightly dimmed blue lights. My tight black dress already clinging to my body like second skin from the heat. If I squint hard enough I can make out the sea of people dancing within the thick smoke on the dance floor.

"Okay before we hit the bar I need to dance the stress of work out of me" I state before being led by Rachel towards the dance floor in the middle of the room.

My hips sway in time with the beat of the song, warm bodies pressed close all around the busy dance floor. I can feel the floor vibrate beneath my feet. Rachel grabs my hand and twirls me around with Lucas our fellow paediatric nurse cheering us on. After half an hour of dancing I can feel my throat becoming drier indicating the need for a drink.

"You guys wanna get a round in" Rachel shouts to the both of us while gesturing to the packed bar in the middle of the room. We all cheer in agreement before grabbing onto each other and making our way through the crowd to the bar.

She waves over the bartender like greeting an old friend. She smiles charmingly at Rachel while leaning over the bar counter.

"There's my favourite girl! What can I get cha tonight Rach?" She says flirtatiously as she eyes Rachel's outfit. She's also opted for a tight-fitting dress in red. She giggles and places her hand on top of the flirty bartender's.

"Can we get a tray of vodka shots please?" She bats her eyelashes for extra measure. The bartender winks cheekily before turning around and preparing our tray

.

"You are such a flirt Rachel" Lucas says from beside me. I laugh in agreement as she pretends to be outraged by the accusation before grabbing the tray from the bartender and handing us both two each.

I bring the shot to my mouth and let the burning liquid travel down my throat. I splutter slightly from the first shot before downing my next one; this time going down a little easier - almost a little too easy. I grab another one from the tray that's still in Rachel's hand and down my third.

"Is it me or is the vodka a little weak?" I say loudly to the pair. They both chuckle and roll their eyes at me.

"Oh the big mighty Y/N thinks she can handle her drinks better than us Rach" Lucas mocks in good nature. I roll my eyes before giving him a playful shove on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry the vodka isn't to your likening"

That voice

Oh how I've dreamt of that voice.

I turn around with wide eyes my mouth opening in shock to see her stood with such confidence and beauty.

Lou

She's got the same signature smirk on her face just like that night in the food truck. I quickly close my gaping mouth and throw Lou a shy smile.

"Just point me in the direction of the club manager because there's no way that's just vodka" I awkwardly tease. I hear Rachel gasp next to me and with a quick glance her way she shakes her head as if indicating for me to stop talking, her eyes wide with slight fear and amusement.

"There's no need to take you to her when she's right here, love" she teases with her deep Australian accent. There's that damn smirk again.

Shit!

"Oh my god Lou, I am so sorry I didn't mean it in a bad way. I guess I can just handle stronger vodka" I ramble feeling embarrassed that I've managed to make a fool of myself TWICE in front of this woman.

She walks slowly up to me so we are in closer proximity and leans towards my ear, her breath smells of mint and is warm against my cheek. I close my eyes at the feeling of it – feeling intoxicated by it.

Maybe the vodka is a bit stronger than I thought.

"If you want something stronger all you gotta do is ask my darling" she pulls back and winks while chewing lazily on a piece of gum.

I shake the dirty thoughts out of my head before straightening up and quickly glancing at the two spectators in this flirtatious game. Their eyes moving back and forth between the two of us, Rach clashes her eyes with mine and winks before mouth "go for it". I quickly look back to Lou and notice that she's still staring at me waiting for a response her crystal blues look dark under the dimmed lights.

"Okay"

Her lips twitch in amusement before replying:

"Okay"

I smile wide at the similar exchange from our first meeting.

I turn back towards my friends to see them subtly giving me approval and making whipping noises.

I am so not whipped.

I feel her arm circle around my waist and her mouth close to my ear - barely touching.

"I hope you don't mind but I'd hate to lose you in the crowd after I've just found you again" she says loudly into my ear before escorting me through the crowds, her arm never loosening its hold around me.

As we come to a flight of stairs, I tense and turn towards her in confusion which effectively removes her arm.

"My office is up here and it's quiet, I'd like to talk to you. I know it sounds crazy, but I've not been able to get you out of my head" she looks deep into my eyes with slight insecurity. I smile gently before gently taking hold of her hand and heading for the steps. I look over my shoulder at her and see that her eyes are glued to one place only:

"I hope you weren't looking at my ass, Aussie" I say cheekily with a smirk. She quickly looks away and smirks; as if she's not ashamed of being caught. Just like that the insecurity is gone.

"I wouldn't dream of objectifying you like that darling"

 The cheek of this woman!

 You secretly love it though

 I blush at the nickname as well as my thoughts before hiding it by turning back around and continuing up the stairs.

We finally reach her office space and gestures for me to seat down on a very expensive black plush sofa.

This is place is huge!

Lou moves over to a small bar in the corner of the room and pours two small glasses of vodka. She walks over with confidence and hands me a glass before taking a seat next to me - hip brushing against hip. She leans her forearms onto her thighs and turns to look at me with those crystal blue eyes.

"Thanks for coming up here it gets a bit much downstairs, how are you? How's that ankle of yours?" She asks softly with some concern.

I smile and feel my heart beating faster at our proximity.

"Uh yeah I'm doing okay. I've managed to see more of New York and made a few friends, plus my ankle is a hundred times better now thanks to you" I say with a teasing undertone. I gently bump my shoulder against hers and grin.

She laughs, mouth wide showing her perfect white teeth.

"So I see you run your own little kingdom around these parts huh. First the burger truck and now a nightclub you must be pretty busy" I state jokingly, she shifts uncomfortably before masking her discomfort with a smug smirk.

"I'm a woman of many talents Y/N" I raise an eyebrow in question to her diverting away from the statement. Her shoulders drop before taking a sip of her drink.

"Growing up... I didn't have a lot. My father worked two jobs trying to provide for us, we moved constantly, never staying in the same place longer than six months. I guess it made me more determined to not have that constant worry of where my next meal was coming from or if I had a roof over my head. So eventually I moved to New York starting working a few highly paying jobs and managed to afford this place.... 5 years later I'm running one of the busiest nightclubs in New York" She stares at me with a soft expression.

"Your amazing" I whisper my eyes taking her in, trying to piece this beautiful woman together. Maybe there's a softness to the mysterious confident Lou. She reaches over and takes my hand into hers, her thumb brushing softly against my skin.

"Listen Y/N...

"Hey Lou baby, we need talk about this plan because I've been up all night thinking about and honestly I need a listening ear... oh you have company"

Lou quickly let's go of my hand and stands briskly, her eyes widen as if being caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

"Debs I uh, this is Y/N you know the woman I helped a few weeks ago" her voice tight and rushed; as if trying to justify my presence. I reel off all the possibilities as to why she's retreating in this woman's presence until a cold realisation dawn's on me as I stare at them both.

She has a girlfriend

A hot girlfriend

Fuck!

I stand quickly and both women turn and look towards me. Lou seems to realise my conclusion and steps forward, mouth opening as if to reel off an explanation. I sidestep out of her reach and look at her crestfallen face.

"I uh, I should go. My friends will be wondering where I am, it was nice meeting you" I stutter as I clumsily make my way to the door. The hot brunette seems to raise an eyebrow, silently questioning my sudden departure.

"Wait Y/N stay please" Lou asks desperately. My eyes widen at her tone of voice and I can see the brunette is also surprised by her desperation.

"I really can't do this. I'm sorry" I whisper before fleeing the room and down back to the club floor. I quickly find my friends through the sea of people. I grab onto Rachel's arm and lean my mouth to her ear:

"I gotta go I'm not feeling well"

She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

"Oh yeah I bet you are, how was she?"

There's that sick feeling again; or is it the vodka.

"No seriously I'm gonna head home I'm tired and think I'm coming down with something"

She looks at me with a frown noticing the serious tone of my voice.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you?"

"No its okay, I'll grab a cab from outside and text you in the morning"

I blow a kiss over to Lucas who seems to be too busy with a tall handsome god of a man and quickly leave. As I get to the door a look up towards the office and see Lou looking down scanning the crowd; for me.

It's like a magnet charging between us because in a second her eyes turn to me. She looks pissed and, on a mission, as she quickly takes to the stairs. I turn around and head out of the door and take a deep breath in the cold New York air before heading for a cab. I feel a hand wrap around my elbow desperately.

"Wait Y/N there's been a misunderstanding somewhere, I thought we were getting along"

"Look Lou, I think you're great but this, whatever it is, needs to stop"

She let's go of my arm and stands still, her eyes boring into mine before scanning every inch of my face.

"If that's what you want, I won't pursue anything but I want to at least be your friend Y/N. I know it sounds crazy even I can't believe it but there is something about you Y/N from Y/H/T and I can't get you out of my head. I shouldn't want this but fuck! I need you around... your presence grounds me" she sighs in defeat looking lost her crystal blue eyes pleading for me to understanding.

"Lou I... can't do this. I will not be that girl who gets involved with someone who's already taken, I'm sorry" I whisper before taking a step back - away from her and fleeing before she can explain further.

Once in the cab I look out of the window to see Lou running her hands through her blonde hair in frustration before storming back inside.

What have I gotten myself into.

#lou miller x reader #lou miller #cate blanchett #oceans 8 #debbie ocean #Sandra Bullock #female!reader #mystory #just gay things #writing #carol 2015

[dxmedstudent]

Hi, I hope you’re well! I’m making my FY choices atm and was wondering whether you could give me some advice. I’m sure a paediatrics rotation in F2 would be a really educational one, but I find the prospect a little scary, as I’m more used to adult patients and I know it involves attending deliveries and resus etc. I guess these things are a great reason to do the rotation in order to learn, but the prospect is daunting. I wonder whether you’ve done a paediatrics rotation as a doctor and what your experience was. Would you recommend it? Any advice would be much appreciated x

Hey! Sorry my answer is late. Is the job picking bit over for foundation years? I have, actually! I did paeds in FY2, and then stayed on as a trust grade doctor, I liked it that much. I’ll probably be facing another stint in paeds as a GP trainee too. I found it scary at first but you quickly get used to it, and it’s often very senior led, so it’s not like being the medical FY1 on ward cover (or worse, the surgical/ortho FY1 whilst your entire team are in an operation). You will be well supported - you should always have seniors on site who can guide you if things are going badly, and they will know that you as a brand new FY2 need more support. So if you DO pick paeds, it will be OK. 

[odd-birds-and-booksellers]

Like Father Like Son

This is really just a small, crappy drabble but I saw a lot of Alex Karev fathers day edits today for Alex and the twins and it hurts my heart because Alex deserves to be a father so much but we were robbed of Jolex babies and nothing will ever make it okay.

Jo tried to tiptoe around the room, silently praying Robin wasn't about to erupt into his usual early morning tears as she tried to wrestle him into his new baby grow. It was much harder in the dark but she didn't want to turn on the light in case it woke Alex or made Robin fuss a little more.

"Shhh...little man. Daddy's still sleeping." She whispered quietly as she quickly turned to check that Alex was still soundly asleep in the bed. Robin began gurgling, kicking his legs out in order to get his mother's attention. Two months old and a complete mother's boy. Smiling down at her son Jo finished dressing him tickling his tummy lightly as he blew spit bubbles at her.

"Hey, baby boy shall we go make Daddy some breakfast? Shall we?" Lifting him up she continued to babble away in that stupid baby voice she hated on other mother's. "Yeah, let's go do that."

"Do you know what today is?" Jo mumbles to her baby boy as she bounces down the stairs heading towards the kitchen. "Today my little man is Daddy's first Father's Day. Yes it is and I don't know much about dads but I'm pretty sure you've got the best one."

Robin made tiny gurgling noises while Jo continued to talk to him as if he understood, fussing as he left Jo's arms as she placed him in the new bouncer set up in the kitchen. "I'm sorry little man but Momma's no good in the kitchen with two hands never mind just one." Jo grinned, pulling out her phone to google how to make waffles and wondering how Alex had always made it look so damn easy.

Why didn't I buy ready-made waffles? She wonders ten minutes later running her hand under the tap after burning herself on the waffle iron. "Aw shit." Jo hissed as she knocked over the freshly poured orange juice, turning off the tap still sucking lightly on her burnt finger. Robin's screams filled the air as the glass shattered across the floor. "Oh no baby boy, I'm so sorry." Jo cried slowly manoeuvring her way over the broken glass, unclipping Robin from the bouncer. "I'm so sorry." She whispers, lifting him up peppering kisses over the screaming infant's face, bouncing him until his crying slowly ceased. "Momma is so sorry she scared you, hmmm she was just trying to make daddy's breakfast."

Sighing in defeat Jo looked around the kitchen at all the mess she'd made, the waffle batter that was spread across the kitchen counters, the spilt juice and the broken glass. "Yeah, cooking is not mommas best skill."

"Mhmm, you can say that again." Turning Jo found Alex leaning against the door frame, his signature smirk plastered on his face as he took in the sight in front of him. It annoyed Jo that he seemed to get better looking as time went on, he was standing there in boxers, his hair sticking up in every direction with pillow marks still pressed on his face. It's a wonder they only have one child.

Alex Karev had awoken to find himself alone in a cold bed, reaching out to the empty space where his wife usually lay; he frowned as his eyes adjusted in the dark, turning towards the bedside table Alex flipped on the light, his eyes wincing at the sudden brightness as he scanned the room. Not only was Jo's space vacant but the clip-on crib that was connected to her side of the bed was empty, he'd expect to find her in the rocking chair in the corner or that ensuite but there was no sight of his wife or son.

It wasn't until the faint smell of burning filled the air that he began to panic, jumping up trying to untangle himself from the sheets as he frantically went in search of his family. He almost tripped down the stairs but the panic soon ceased as he reached the bottom step, hearing Jo's voice filter through the air, the sickly baby voice that she'd seemed to have adopted the minute Robin was born and that Alex teased her mercilessly about. "Momma is so sorry she scared you, hmmm she was just trying to make daddy's breakfast."

Ahh so that's where his family had snuck off too, slowly padding down the hallway Alex couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face, Jo was facing away from him, holding Robin against her chest as she swayed slightly cradling his head. The last two months had felt like a lifetime, they were both more sleep-deprived then they had been during their internships. Alex actually thought being an intern might have been easier, it was a lot easier to do a full shift on no sleep during his intern year then it was these days at least now he had interns, residents and a full paediatrics department at his disposal.

Leaning against the doorframe Alex decided to take a few moments to appreciate the sight in front of him before the sun rose fully and the day began. You know how they say blink and you’ll miss it? well Alex finally knows that they mean, every day Robin grows and changes so quickly Alex spends most of his days terrified that he will miss something important.

Still unnoticed by Jo who's swaying Robin softly still chattering away, Alex takes the time to take in his wife's appearance. She looks tired, which is to be expected as a new mother, her hair hadn't been washed in a week and her natural dark curls are overflowing from the bun on top of her head. She was wearing one of Alex's old wrestling sweatshirts and some worn plaid shorts, she hadn't worn anything but comfy clothes since Robin was born, she'd even joked that it was all she could fit into now. Not that Alex cared, her body had changed of course it had; she'd housed their baby and let me tell you a Karev baby boy wasn't the most delicate baby but Alex thought any marks their baby left on her body made her all the more sexier. He'd taken great delight in changing her phone contact to MILF, he thought it was funny up until one of the scrub nurses had loudly called out that MILF was calling during one of his surgeries last week.

"Mhmm, you can say that again."

Jo looked up startled as she turned towards him in surprise, a frown instantly falling across her face. "No...no no you're meant to be asleep." She cried. Shaking his head at her disappointment Alex pushed off the wall heading towards her.

"Stop" Jo cried suddenly, holding one arm out, making Alex freeze on the spot. "There's glass." She looked down sheepishly as she gestured to the broken glass on the floor.

Rolling his eyes Alex turned back towards the door grabbing the broom as he began to sweep a pathway. "What the hell is this early morning mess in aid of?"

Sighing Jo took a seat at the dining table, cradling Robin in her arms, she looked apologetic as she watched Alex clean away her mess. "It was meant to be a Father's Day breakfast." She mumbled quietly.

"Oh," Alex nodded, sweeping the glass into the bin along with the burnt waffles. "That's what this is?" He asked, prying another burnt waffle from the pan, staring at the charcoal brick wondering how it had got this bad while trying to hide his laughter and spare her feelings.

"Shut up," Jo growled, as Alex continued to laugh at her failed breakfast attempt. "It was gonna be a surprise."

"A good one?" He felt one of Robin's bibs hit him in the back trying to fight the smirk from his face. His first Father's Day, he couldn't believe it, the truth is he didn't need a perfect breakfast or an expensive gift being a father was more than enough. Alex Karev had grown up being told he wasn't good enough for anyone, that he wasn't the type of man that got the happy family with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids, and while he doesn't have a white picket fence or 2.5 kids (yet) he does a have a very happy sleep-deprived family.

"I wanted you to have the perfect Father's Day."

"By giving me food poisoning?" He grinned turning towards them both.

"Piss off," Jo growls again as Alex lifts Robin out of her arms.

Robin kicked his legs out happily, slapping his hands against Alex's face, excited to see his father. "You know his first word is gonna be cuss word if you keep that up."

"No, it won't." Jo grins, rising up to stand behind Alex, peering over his shoulder to watch Robin curl up against Alex chest "His first word is gonna be Da-da." She grinned leaning against Alex's back, nodding at Robin over his shoulder. "Da da"

"Jo he's two months old it's not physically possible for him to talk yet."

"Yes but he's very advanced." Jo chimed in with her baby voice, never taking her eyes off Robin. "Aren't you Robin...Say da-da."

Alex grinned as he craned his neck to watch Jo and Robin interact, laughing as Robin kicked his legs again, bouncing about in his arms, squealing in excitement at Jos' attempts to get him to speak.

"Ah" Jo stepped back, looking up at Alex. "Did you hear that? Sounded like a Da to me."

"Sounded like a burp to me." Alex shrugged, patting the baby's back, frowning at his wife's crazy behaviour.

"Don't be a spoilsport my baby is a genius aren't you?” Jo gushes, holding her finger out for Robin to grab onto. "Say dada."

"I'm sure he will be incredibly clever just like his mother, hey bud, you're not gonna talk for a while yet are you?" Alex aks, waving one of Robin's hands around as he spins slowly around the kitchen "No you're just thinking about mommy's boobs aren't ya?" He laughs, as Robin tries to pull his finger towards his mouth.

"Ha look at that he smiled" Alex exclaimed watching Robin's face light up.

"You just said that he is only two months and that is not physically possible blah blah" Jo recounted, whipping up the last remnants of juice.

"Yeah well you just said he's a genius which he is, isn't he? Mommy's boobs" Alex whispered again, watching Robin smile again at the mention of Jo's boobs.

"Alex" Jo scolded. Throwing the dishcloth in the sink moving over towards her boys.

"What?" Alex laughed "Look he's smiling." Alex exclaims excitedly as he lifts Robin up, turning him slightly so Jo can see the gummy smile gracing Robin's face.

"Not sure that makes him a genius" Jo mumbles "but he's definitely your son."

"Yeah, he is. Daddy smiles when he thinks about mommy's boobies too." Alex grins winking at Jo as he walks through to the living room away from the faint burnt smell left in the kitchen.

"Do you like his onesie?" Jo asks, plopping down next to Alex on the sofa resting her head against Alex's shoulder, while he sat Robin up on his lap facing the two of them. He was dressed in a simple white babygrow but there was something written across the front in bright blue writing.

My Daddy is a Superhero

"Yeah, it's cute I guess, not sure how true it is." Alex shrugs, trying to still the squirming baby with one hand as he leant back on the sofa wrapping his spare arm around Jo.

Frowning Jo snuggled closer, offering her hand for the little infant to grip on to. "What do you mean? You spend your life saving tiny humans, Captain America has nothing on you."

Alex gives Jo an appreciative smile, "You save lives too." He points out, bouncing Robin on his knee to keep the baby from fussing.

"Yes but today is all about you." Jo murmurs against Alex's neck, peppering kisses up his neck and along his jaw. "Sorry, it's off to a bumpy start."

"Hey I don't care about the waffles, I got the best gift right here and you aren't too bad either." Alex winks, turning to face Jo.

"Even if I haven't washed my hair in two weeks, and smell like a baby sick?"

"Oh especially then" Alex grins leaning in to press his lips against hers, it wasn't the most passionate kiss barely lasting a couple of seconds before Robin began to fuss and slap his hands against Alex's chest demanding attention from his parents.

Laughing quietly Jo and Alex grinned at their baby boy. "We will never have a moment alone again, will we?" Alex grumbled tickling Robin under his arms.

"No, probably not but I wouldn't have it any other way," Jo mumbled, laughing as Robin began to wriggle in Alex's arms, drooling as he tried to latch onto Alex's nipple.

"It might be fathers day but that is definitely mommas department." Alex laughs awkwardly passing Robin over to Jo as she shifts up in his arms, getting ready to feed their son. "Why don't I go make us some edible breakfast while you sort out this little guy's feeding?”

Sighing as she adjusted her sweatshirt to allow Robin to feed, Jo gives Alex a soft smile, she feels like she depends on him for way too much these days, she had just wanted this one day to be all about Alex. "Today is all about treating you though." Jo whines, quietly, stroking her finger across Robin's cheek as he feeds.

"Hey any day with you two and no idiot interns is a treat." Alex jokes, placing a soft kiss against Jo's temple as he pushes off the sofa heading towards the kitchen.

"Hey, Alex?" Jo calls, stopping him in his tracks.

Alex turns back, looking around the doorframe sending Jo a questioning look. "Yeah?"

"Happy Father's Day," Jo says sincerely, as she moves her gaze from Robin to Alex. "We're really lucky to have you."

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[geeky-writes]

The Phoenix Project - Story Preview

Superfamily, Alternate Universe

Clearing his throat, Steve squeezed Sam’s shoulder as he raised his glass in the air, nodding at Sam, Carol, and Bucky to do the same.

“To Riley,” he said, clear and true.

“To Riley,” the rest said simultaneously before all four of them downed the contents of their glasses. Steve grimaced as the sharp liquor burned its way down his throat, fighting against the urge to cough. He wasn't that much of a drinker, especially of the hard stuff, as Bucky liked to call it, but out of respect for Sam he hadn't protested when Sam had ordered five rounds of what had been Riley’s favourite brand of whisky.

“So, have you been out to see the kid yet?” Carol asked once she set her glass down, waving the waitress over for another. “How old is he now?”

“Yeah, I just saw him yesterday when I brought Riley’s stuff out to Erin. I think he’s six months now? Something like that. Looks just like Riley too, poor kid.”

“Mmm. And how’s Erin doing?”

Sam gave a shrug, downing his second glass of whisky so fast the waitress barely had a chance to set it down.

“Eh, you know how it is. The kid keeps her pretty busy, probably helps keep her mind off of things, ya know? Keeps her from dwelling on it.”

“Yeah, that’s what Maria always says too,” said Carol. “She calls Monica her anchor all the time, says she would've been lost without her.”

“Yeah, I guess I can see that.” Sam let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I dunno, it all just kinda sucks though.”

“Yeah, it does,” agreed Bucky. “Kinda almost makes me wanna take a shot at them every once in a while. Let them see what it’s like for a change.”

“Yeah, but that’s the same kind of thinking that got us into this whole damn mess in the first place,” said Sam. “It’s not a matter of who shot first anymore, it’s all about who keeps shooting.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Riley’s wife and kid,” Bucky snapped, slamming his glass down onto the table so hard that Carol jumped. “At some point you just gotta either say stop, or fight back. This whole constant patrolling thing is just a massive waste of resources.”

“Well, isn't that what this newfangled thing we're starting tomorrow is supposed to address?” asked Sam. “The next phase, or some shit like that?”

Carol scowled, shooting Steve a questioning look. “Yeah, I guess so. You okay there, Cap?”

“Oh, yeah,” replied Steve, plastering on a smile he had no doubt that Carol could see right through. “Just a bit tired, you know? I was at Ma’s house all last weekend trying to help her out. Her arthritis has gotten pretty bad lately, so I’ve been trying to fix up some stuff around her house to help make things easier on her.”

“Yeah, well, tell her I said hi next time you talk to her, okay?” said Carol as she glanced at the timepiece fastened around her wrist. “I’m already late to meet James.”

“Will do.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna get going too, Steve,” said Sam, nudging him in the arm. “I got some stuff to go over before we start that fancy new class tomorrow.”

“I’ll go with you,” said Bucky as he rapidly downed his third glass of whisky. “See ya tomorrow, Steve.”

“Sounds good,” said Steve. “See you guys then.”

As soon as he was alone Steve dropped his chin to his chest, gripping his head between his hands. He had been trying to hide it from his friends, but Riley’s sudden death seven days ago had thrown him for a pretty big loop, one that he hadn’t yet managed to shake. It had been just another routine mission, scouting the skies above Langara in the new X-301 aircrafts with Sam and Riley, something they had all done too many times to count, when, while testing out the banking arc, Riley had pulled back just a split-second too late, ending up just a hair over the hardline DMZ.

And the very moment the tip of his wing tripped that invisible barrier, the enemy’s automated anti-aircraft defence system kicked in and he was immediately taken out, the resulting fireball so blinding that Steve almost flew head-on into Sam before he was able to recover.

Steve shuddered as he recalled the searing heat of that fireball, and the shock that he’d felt at seeing someone he’d spent nearly every single day with for the last three years suddenly vanish, and being completely and utterly helpless to stop it.

It was like Sam had said; that they had been up there just to watch.

And now there was yet another Langaran test-pilot widow, and yet another Langaran child growing up without a father.

Just like he had.

It took him a few more seconds to realise that none of the others had bothered to leave any credits behind for their drinks, something that brought a slight smile to Steve’s face as he dug into his back pocket, peeling off the required number of bills and laying them on the table. He’d get them all back the next time.

In fact, if his memory was correct, and it always was, Bucky had managed to skip out on paying the last three times, something Steve would be sure to pass along to Sam once he saw him again.

Getting to his feet, Steve grabbed his worn brown leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder, checking his timepiece on his way out the door. It was only 1600, and since he’d already completed his aircraft double-check and filed his mission report for the day, that meant he had plenty of time to make one of his hospital visits before he returned to the barracks for dinner.

Outside the sun was shining, the autumn air crisp and cool as Steve mounted his motorcycle and took off in the direction of the base hospital, smiling as he felt the breeze whipping across his face and through his hair. He never bothered with a helmet, something he knew drove his ma mad with worry, but he had always rather enjoyed living a bit dangerously, and since he had been driving motorcycles even longer than he’d been flying aircraft, Steve figured he didn't need to worry about a helmet.

Especially since he had driven out to that hospital so many times he likely could’ve done it in his sleep.

“Hey, Sharon,” Steve said as he arrived on the paediatric floor, smiling fondly at the pretty, blonde-haired nurse sitting at the nurses’ station. “How’re you doing today?”

“Hey, Captain!” Sharon replied, shooting Steve a quick smile. “It’s always good to see you. How’s it going over on the flight deck?”

A stab of pain pierced Steve’s heart, one that he pointedly ignored. He didn't feel like talking about Riley’s death yet again.

“Oh, you know,” he said quickly. “Patrols and more patrols. I’m starting a new class tomorrow though, so maybe things’ll get switched up a bit.”

“Oh. Well, that sounds like fun,” said Sharon. “So, you here to see someone?”

Steve gave a nod. “Yeah, thought I’d stop by and see what Tyler’s been up to. Is he still here?”

“Actually, he’s not,” answered Sharon. “He finally turned a corner about three days ago and was just discharged earlier this morning. The doctors expect him to make a full recovery.”

“Aw, that’s wonderful!” Steve exclaimed, even as he felt a pang of regret. He had really enjoyed getting to know Tyler.

“I’m just sorry that I didn't get to say goodbye to him.”

“Yeah, especially with the nasty type of pneumonia that he had,” Sharon said with wide eyes. “Kids really are resilient, you know?”

“Yeah, they sure seem to be,” said Steve. “Is that why you love working with them so much? ‘Cause they’re resilient?”

“Oh gods yes,” Sharon said, nodding swiftly. “That, and they don't complain about stuff nearly as much as adults do.” She gave her keyboard a tap and grabbed another chart off the counter, one that was so thick that its binding was starting to fray. “There is another kid who just came in early this morning, though, and I’d wager that he would really appreciate some company. Especially from a hotshot pilot like yourself.”

“Oh? What’s his name?”

“Peter,” said Sharon. She tucked the chart to her chest and leaned forward, lowering her voice. “He’s got a pretty bad heart, poor kid, and when he came in this morning… well… if I ever have to see another kid’s face that awful shade of blue ever again, it’ll be way too soon.”

Steve winced, crossing his arms across his front. “How bad is he?”

“Pretty bad.” Sharon huffed out a sharp breath as she bit her bottom lip, lowering her voice even further. “I’m not really allowed to talk about his family, but… let’s just say that he needs a pretty expensive operation, but there’s a lot of mitigating circumstances out there that are muddying the waters. It just sucks because he doesn’t deserve any of it, you know? And yet he’s still the one that’s suffering for it.”

Anger welled up inside Steve’s gut, so strongly that it almost frightened him. He hadn't even met the child and yet already felt very protective of him. “Okay, but you're not saying that his parents—that they’re—?”

“Oh no, that’s not it at all,” Sharon assured him. “I don't think I’ve ever seen a more overprotective father than this kid’s dad. I mean, the only reason he’s not in there with him right now is because he was afraid that he’d get fired. It’s just… well… you know our government, right? I mean, you're around part of it every day, so…”

“Just the military part,” said Steve. “I don't really know much about what goes on in the civilian aspect.”

“Well… like I said. It all just pretty much sucks.” Sharon tilted her head, giving Steve a warm smile. “I’m sure he’ll perk up once he sees you, though. He’s a real sweetie, but he’s pretty down at the moment.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m here,” Steve said. He tapped his palm on the counter, returning Sharon’s smile. “Thanks, Sharon.”

“Sure thing.”

Stepping down the hallway, Steve paused just outside the door to Peter’s room, his mind swirling with what Sharon’s cryptic words could possibly mean. What sort of mitigating circumstances could exist that would be murky enough to prevent a child from getting a potentially life-saving surgery, especially if he was as bad off as Sharon made it sound?

And she had only mentioned the boy’s father, so did that mean he didn't have a mom? Or that the mom wasn't involved?

Ultimately Steve knew it really wasn't any of his business, but yet he couldn’t help but wonder.

Inhaling a deep breath, Steve gently knocked on the door.

“Come in?” a small voice responded, weak and timid.

Stepping inside the room, Steve was greeted by a young boy, maybe ten or eleven years old, with probably the biggest and sweetest brown eyes that he had ever seen, partially hidden by a mop of brown curls that hung across his forehead. The boy’s skin was ghostly pale, nearly as white as the various bandages covering the three separate intravenous tubes, but he smiled kindly as Steve approached him, letting out a weak, wet cough as he raised his hand to wave hello.

“Hello,” he said, tilting his head as his eyes narrowed. “I’m Peter.”

“Hello Peter,” said Steve, attempting a smile. This boy was far, far sicker than Tyler had ever been, and Steve wasn’t quite sure he was comfortable with that yet. “My name is Steve.”

“Hi Steve,” said Peter. “You're not another doctor?”

“No, I’m not,” answered Steve. “I’m actually a pilot with the Langaran Air Corps.”

“Oh,” Peter said, eyeing Steve suspiciously. “Okay, so then why are you here?”

The prologue for The Phoenix Project will post on Monday, March 23rd, with new chapters posting weekly until the story concludes 😊

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