#oh hey and the doctor getting cut off that's fun too
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(Husband) Dr Kry & Hedwig drabbles: summer day activities
Yandere!doctor & yandere!richgirl
Warnings: none, this is probably as fluffy as you can come
Dr Kry:
For once, you are allowed out of the white edwardian villa and allowed to take a walk among society. Dr Kry is wearing a white linen shirt and a pair of sand colored shorts. His blonde hair is brushed back and over his eyes are a pair of sunglasses. Summer brings out a more laid back version of him.
"Hey, hey, come here", he says as you start to walk away from the car. "You need sunscreen."
He helps cover your face with it. He's careful with his fingers, making sure not to poke you in the eye.
He holds your hand as you start to walk. You walk through greenery, past wooden houses in red and white, and by harbors with sailboats. It seems like all of Sweden population is out at the same time because you pass by more people than you have seen in years. Everyone else wants to enjoy the sunshine. Dr Kry doesn't greet anyone as they walk pass, and neither do them. He gives them a small, awkward smile and moves you closer in case you're about to walk into to someone.
"Karl, can we buy ice cream?" you ask as you walk by a kiosk.
"Sure, what flavor do you want?" he asks and takes out his wallet from his pocket.
"Mango", you say excitedly. "I haven't tried that before."
Dr Kry orders from the woman behind the counter.
"You should take some too", you say. "Don't pick the coffee one, you always take that one."
He sighs and looks at the different flavors.
"And a salted licorice for me, thank you", he says.
"Come on ...", you mutter.
"Don't knock it til you try it", Dr Kry smiles over his shoulder.
He pays and thanks the woman behind the counter. He gives you your paper cup and a small plastic spoon. The mango ice cream is refreshing, reminding you of sorbet. You get to try ice cream from Dr Kry’s spoon and you cough at the salty taste. Dr Kry chuckles and takes a bite.
You take lunch at an old café. Kry picks up his phone and snaps a picture of you that he immediately puts as his lockscreen.
"Can we please do this again?"
Hedwig:
Her pool is the perfect temperature. The two of you are planning to spend the entire day out by the pool. Hedwig have bought a new pink bikini that's she had forced you to help find. It took her three hours to decide on one.
"I'm thirsty", you say and sit up on your sun chair. "Would be nice to have something to drink."
"Trudy!" she shouts.
A small, older lady comes out through the doors.
"Yes, miss Hedwig?" she asks.
"Couls you please bring us something to drink?" Hedwig wonders. "And please make sure there are lots of ice!"
The woman nods and walks back inside. You sit down on Hedwig’s chair, eventually laying down. She guides your head to her bare stomach where you rest your cheek on her burning skin. She plays with your wet hair.
"We're going out with the sailboat in two weeks", she says. "We're going to sail around the Mediterranean. I want you to come. It won't be fun without you."
Her "sailboat" could very well be a small yacht.
"I don't know", you mumble.
Her father scares the living hell out of you.
"Oh, come on, you have to!" she whines. "I won't go without you. It'll be fun. We will visit all sorts if places. You have to come."
Trudy returns with two glasses of lemonade and ridiculously many ice cubes. The two of you thank her and start to gulp it down.
"Y/N get up, let's swim", Hedwig says and taps your shoulder.
She brings out a floating ring and tries to climb into it. You push her into the pool, hearing her scream cut off.
"Fuck you, Y/N!" she coughs and hurries to swim to the ladder. "You have to let me push you in now-"
"No, no-" you try, but she grabs your arms with an evil giggle.
"In you go!"
You're pushed into the water and hear her laugh. Hedwig jumps in afterwards and hugs you under water, smiling widely. She kisses you quickly before diving.
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere drabbles#yandere oc x you#yandere oc x reader#yandere drabble#yandere doctor#yandere rich girl#yandere female
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At least I got you in my head (3)
(2.5)
Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.
Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.
Notes: gay yearning, homoerotic friendship, injuries, jokes about reader being weak but it's a comparison of average human/mma fighter. Abby is stupid, and they're both so delusional with "we're just friends" I feel like I need to write parallel povs with them so you'd see what the other actually felt.
Taglist: @abbyily @lillysbigwilly @gravygranules @blairfox04 @frogtits1 @ccinnamongrl (if you want me to tag you for the whole series dm me please)
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October rolled around and you felt like both of you finally got completely comfortable with each other. You spent a lot of time together when you both were at home and you made plans for weekends and free evenings, so your friendship was flourishing. Your stupid, unnecessary, nonsensical crush was flourishing too. You were pressing all your feelings down as best as you could, but when Abby laughed at your jokes your heart swelled with affection and even if you scolded yourself it didn’t work.
You needed a better way of getting over Abby. (some would say you needed to concentrate on Abby’s flaws - stubborn, leaves cups everywhere, has a hard time admitting she is wrong - but you’ve been down this road before, and it didn’t work, fuck you Jessica).
Sometimes you’d feel like you had a chance - when Abby hugged you tight or blushed when you flirted with her or when she affectionately called you a shrimp because you were hunching over in your chair while you were doing your homework. You’d have to snap yourself out of your delusions because you couldn’t afford getting your hopes up, and the constant reminders in your head actually worked. If you couldn’t get over Abby at least you could contain it at the level you weren’t hurting. You’d take that.
You turned your key in the lock and opened the door to your apartment just to be surprised when you saw the lights on: usually when you came home Abby wasn't there yet. You felt somewhere between worried and curious why Abby was home early.
You took your coat and shoes off and went to find Abby to check on her; you saw the light in the bathroom and the door was open, so you approached carefully in case she was naked.
"Abby?"
"Oh! Hi." Abby said and something clank on the sink.
"Can I come in?"
“Yeah.”
You walked into the doorway and gasped when you saw Abby’s face. You came closer immediately, looking at her face with worry. She had a bruise on her cheekbone, her lower lip was swollen with a small cut in the corner of her mouth.
“What the fuck, Abby?" You asked, for some reason trembling from worry. "What happened? Fuck, do you need to see a doctor?"
You held Abby by her neck, looking over her face, terrified and hurt from seeing Abby hurt. Who would do this? What kind of sick, violent asshole would attack Abby in the middle of the day? What did she even do to provoke such a response?
But Abby smiled, hissing from pain, and stroked your forearms.
"Hey." Abby said gently, soothing you. "Everything's fine. Wasn't paying attention during practice, caught some of the punches."
"Fuck, I forgot." You sighed, relieved. Abby was fighting for fucking fun, of course. "I thought someone attacked you."
Abby laughed and kissed your forehead to soothe you, her lips soft on your skin. You felt your chest flutter, but the relief you felt was bigger - Abby was okay, she was safe and these injuries didn't come from someone's violence.
"Are you cleaning them?" You nodded at her bruises.
"Yeah."
"I'll help you." You said firmly and made Abby sit on the edge of the bath, looking up to you, amused. "Don't look at me like that, I can't cope with people being hurt."
"You're too sensitive for your own good." Abby said kindly.
"I care about you." You said quietly as you wiped the blood from the corner of her lip, and Abby stared at you. You heard her breath hitch - she was shocked. "What, you thought I didn't?"
"No-no. I know you care about me." Abby mumbled and looked somewhere over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact. You could understand that, being so close to someone would make some people feel awkward. "You're so gentle." She scoffed as if it offended her, because Abby was all about I can take it so don't go soft on me.
"Exactly why I said I'd do this. You, idiot, like to tough it up and suffer." You narrowed your eyes playfully and slapped your hand on the sink. "Not on my watch."
"How many vine compilations have you watched, grandma?"
"Takes one to know one." You scoffed and looked over her cut. You turned around and looked for disinfectant in the cabinet; then you took a piece of cotton and held it under Abby's chin so you could rinse the cut without applying any pressure. This disinfectant didn't hurt, so you were pretty calm about rinsing with it. "Okay. Do you have any healing ointments or whatever you use when you get hurt?"
"Yeah. Over there. It's for the bruise."
You nodded and gently applied the cream on Abby's cheekbone, your fingertips like feathers on her skin. Now Abby stared at you without hiding, looking at your face as if it was some kind of puzzle. She probably didn't even register that, so you didn't bring it up to her attention, not wanting to embarrass her.
"Okay. I'm done."
"Thanks." Abby said quietly and you smiled at her.
"Be careful next time. I thought you have gloves for a reason. How did you even get your lip cut?"
"I don't know, It just happened. The punch wasn't even that strong." Abby rolled her eyes and some part of you wanted to laugh because she was cute, but the other part reminded you that Abby was big and strong and actually fucking dangerous.
Yeah, she was cute when she scrunched her nose, but it was the way a lioness was cute. Little kitty from afar, but even the thought of it noticing you would make you hold your breath in fear. A lioness wasn't a kitty. A lioness was a killing machine that would overpower you and kill you in five minutes. This hit you in a way you wanted to press your thighs together - Abby was so much stronger than you just based on the fact she was a martial artist, and it made you feel things.
Things you needed to press the fuck down and make yourself forget them.
"Are you hungry?" Abby asked suddenly and you looked at her, surprised.
"Yes."
"I'll cook tonight."
You raised your brows, surprised.
"You know how?"
"Fuck you." Abby laughed and gently shoved you out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. "Just because you're my housewife it doesn't mean I can't cook."
You sat on the chair and watched Abby cook with a mock worry, teasing her that she'd poison you, but Abby didn't mind. You actually knew Abby was a good cook, judging by how well organised her kitchen was when you moved in, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease her.
"Behave, (y/n). Or I won't feed you." Abby said sternly, but this little command caused a knee-jerk reaction, pressing your buttons in a delicious way. You took a small breath to calm down the sudden haze from her words and came back to reality. "Threatening works, huh?"
Threatening, yeah, of course. Threatening.
"I have a fight on Friday. Do you want to come?" Abby asked as she stirred the vegetables in the pan. "At five."
"Yeah, I do. I'm afraid I'll have a heart attack if I see you hurt, but anything to support you, babygirl." You winked and Abby laughed.
"There is going to be a party after the fight too."
"Cool."
You weren't sure if alcohol plus Abby's company was a good idea, especially since you'd get more sad that you wanted her, but couldn't have her. And drunk cuddles would definitely hit differently and in not a good way, because now you felt something. So right now - though you didn't admit it yet - you weren't planning on going to that party. That September outing was enough for you to understand you needed to protect your heart.
You snapped out of your thoughts when Abby stopped and rolled her arm, hissing. You frowned in worry, and when she looked at you, she explained.
"My shoulder."
"Did you get hit there too?" You raised your brows.
"No, just sore. I tried to massage it, but I couldn't reach it."
"I can massage it for you later, if you want." You said before you could even process the implications of your words. You said that on pure instinct "people say I'm good at massages and Abby needs help", but if she'd agree it'd mean you'd touch her.
Like. Naked back and everything. Shit.
"Oh, you're so fucking nice, (y/n)." Abby cooed and you huffed. "Thank you."
"Feed me first." You said just as sternly as Abby said before, and she chuckled.
"Or what, your weak little arms won't have any energy?"
"The fuck." You asked, dramatically offended. "My arms are strong. No, don't even look at me like that, Anderson, I'm not arm wrestling you."
"Because you're weak as a noodle?"
That was definitely the payback for saying she'd poison you with her cooking.
"You just want to feel that you're stronger than me, don't you?"
"Come on, it will be fun." Abby said, now very into the idea of arm wrestling you. She wiped her hands and sat opposite of you, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes but put your elbow on the table. "Why do I even put up with your shit?"
"Because you love me, obviously." Abby rolled her eyes in return and your heart sank down in pain and came back in a matter of milliseconds.
"I'm just nice."
Abby wrapped her fingers around yours, delighted how your untrained hand was smaller than hers. Your hand was hot and dry, and your hold on her was strong - well, as strong as it could be for someone who occasionally went to gym. Your nails were short and neatly filed, you didn't wear nail polish. Abby suddenly remembered how Ellie explained to her why her nails were short with a shit-eating grin (for fucking, Abigail, for fucking) and even though it was funny then (yeah and nail polish is too gay, right?), it wasn't funny now, with you.
Why the fuck she was so bothered you had a sex life? She wasn't in any position to police your life and especially your private life. She really needed to be a better person.
"Ready?"
"If you break my hand you're paying for it."
"Ah, don't worry, my dad is a surgeon."
Abby counted down from three and let you show your strength first to not demotivate you, but even like this she showed you you had no chance against her, because while you flexed all possible muscles in your arm, she was almost relaxed.
"Yeah, you're a weak noodle." Abby said, smirking.
"You're a noodle." You puffed as you tried your best to move Abby's hand, but Abby didn't bulge. "Come on, give up a little."
Abby laughed, but let you move her hand halfway down, and you looked ridiculously happy, even though you knew you were cheating. Abby thought about letting you win because you looked so pleased, but she wanted to destroy you way more. So when you almost got her hand all the way down, panting and puffing, Abby flexed her muscles and slammed your hand to the other side. She was gentle and didn't hit your hand on the table, relaxing her grip just the second before pressing your hand down fully.
"Weak. Noodle." She said and you looked so angry she started laughing: it wasn't real anger, it was the playful one, and you honestly looked cute. "It's so fun to rile you up."
"First you humiliate me, then you poison me. I'm moving out." You said dramatically and Abby laughed again.
"Well then how are you going to get Ellie to date you, hm?"
"Oh my god, Abby." You rolled your eyes again. "Gimme my food so my weak noodles could get some energy to knead your back."
Abby was absolutely delighted with how grumpy you were. It was the same when you played Mortal Kombat - riling you up was the biggest joy she had (after cuddling with you). You were so chill all the time, calm and confident like nothing could throw you off balance, and Abby liked seeing you crumble with childish anger, because it filled her with childish joy.
You had your dinner and Abby rolled her eyes and called you a grandma when you mumbled something about poison again, but she saw how much you liked the food she made. Abby even started to reconsider if she actually hated cooking or she just needed to have someone to feed. Abby felt all warm when you said your thanks with a shy smile - something she never saw on your face before. Her stomach fluttered as she stared at you, searing your face into her heart. You were just adorable.
You washed the dishes and then asked Abby to lie down to fix her sore shoulder. You almost choked when she just took her shirt off and lied down on the bed, without any fucking warning. You felt your face heat up as you traced her muscles and her waist with your eyes, absorbing the sight in front of you. You could see how muscles moved under her skin as she adjusted her position on the bed, tucking her arms under the pillow, her shoulders showing these delicious curves around her biceps and triceps and whatever the fuck human arm was made of. The bruise on her cheek was getting purple and you felt your heart ache, sorry for someone as sweet as Abby to have this.
"I'm not a professional, so I don't think I can fix the problem, but at least you'll relax. Are you okay if I sit on top of you?"
"Of course. Your back would get tired way too fast if you stay at my side, so take a seat."
"So forward, Abby." You chuckled and swung your leg over her ass so you could sit. You tried not to think how your legs stretched over her soft butt, how it would feel if you were flipped over and she was pressing you int- Stupid horny monkey brain. “Do you have a lotion somewhere?”
“Will hand cream work?”
“Yeah.”
Abby reached out for her drawer and handed you the hand cream while you respectfully didn’t look at her tits while she moved up, her naked chest showing from her sides. You squeezed the hand cream on Abby’s back, laughing at her surprised twitch, and got to work. You massaged the top of her shoulders and her neck first, listening to her soft pleased hums as you worked the tension out of her muscles. Then you moved to her shoulder blades and pressed your knuckles just under the right shoulder blade where you knew the sore muscle was. Abby let out a moan as you dragged your knuckles over the muscle and you opened your eyes wide, surprised. Fuck, Abby sounded delicious.
“Fuck, right there.” Abby grunted and you repeated your movements, your ears tuned to her. Stupid, stupid horny monkey brain. “It feels so good.”
No. You refused to let her words get into your head. It wasn’t meant for you. It wasn't even sexual, what the fuck was wrong with you?
"That's what she said." You murmured and Abby chuckled.
"You have magic hands, fuck, do that again."
"You sure you're not my ex?" You teased. Abby didn't respond to that and you just continued massaging her back.
After half an hour of you kneading Abby's back she was a putty and your hands were tired. You sat down next to her on the bed and watched her blissed out face.
"Better?"
"I feel like I don't have bones anymore." Abby murmured into her pillow and you laughed quietly. "Thank you."
"You see where cooking dinner gets you." You poked her naked side, but Abby was too relaxed to twitch. "If you need my magic hands, just ask. I'm happy to help."
"You're too nice."
"Why are you saying it like it's a bad thing?"
"Just afraid someone would exploit you. Like, some idiot girl who won't appreciate you or something."
"Don't worry. I don't stay with people who don't care about me."
"I care about you, so stay with me."
Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at Abby: she always said this kind of shit that gave you hope. That maybe Abby was just in the closet. That maybe she felt something too. That maybe you just needed to make a move, be the brave one, and then you'd get to have her. Your intuition was constantly whispering to you that Abby wasn't straight, but you refused to listen, because a) it was wishful thinking and b) even if she wasn't, it was for her to figure out and no one deserved to be forced out of the closet.
"Well I don't want to be homeless, so I am staying with you." You stroked her back affectionately. "You need to shower."
Abby groaned and you laughed, before leaving her room. You needed to breathe.
Abby sighed quietly, still basking in your touch. She might've joked you were weak, but in reality your hands were strong. And so soft. God, you were so soft it opened some unknown need in her. She was longing for your touch in a way it scared her. Sure, Abby was affectionate and enjoyed hugs and cuddles and sleepovers when she got to hold someone - with boys they always held her, but with girls she could be the one holding and protecting. But with you she felt like an addict, craving your touch and closure with actual fucking pain in her chest, the constant pull to be closer in any way possible. Abby never felt like that about anyone, and she didn't understand what it meant. Was she so touch-starved she was looking to get her needs filled by using the closest person she had? That was very selfish and Abby didn't like what kind of person she was becoming. She felt sick at the thought she was using you, the kindest person she knew, to escape her loneliness.
Abby sat up on the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, not really liking what she saw there. It felt like any issues she had inside were now outside, an inevitable evidence of her deteriorating morals. Fuck, she was turning into an idiot girl who couldn't appreciate you.
Abby touched her shoulder where your soft fingers were a few minutes ago. Why just your company and your jokes weren't enough? Why did she want more? She couldn't understand at all, she was missing something. (Yeah, probably her morals). But it scared her to such a degree she didn't even want to go there.
The knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. You didn't come inside, staying behind the door to give her privacy.
"Do you want to have some tea with me?"
"Yeah."
And everything was back to normal.
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i need to remind everyone of one of my favourite non-roleplaying moments of dndads s2. it’s basically just freddie suffering for almost 2 minutes straight. also i copy pasted the transcript if you can’t/don’t want to listen to the video. it’s under the cut
Beth: Hi. I’m Beth May, and I play… [intensely] Scary Marlowe.
[gasps]
Freddie: [harsh coughing]
Will: She's back.
Beth: I’m…
Freddie: [off mic] Oh, shit! [more coughing]
Beth: Oh my God!
Freddie: I— [still coughing off-mic]
Beth: Have you ever scared somebody so bad that they got COVID?
[laughter]
Freddie: No, I swallowed—[sniff]—spit…
Matt: Freddie doesn't have hiccups anymore.
Freddie: Into my… [coughs] Into my— lungs. [back on mic] I gasped too hard.
Anthony: What a way to die, that would be.
Beth: Wow.
Freddie: [off mic] Holy shit.
Beth: That's how I want to go. Fun fact about… S—
Freddie: [hiccups] Oh, fuck, I—
[group laughter]
Anthony: Oh, no…! You buffoon!
Matt: Freddie, leave the room!
Anthony: Augh!
Will: Freddie, that's disgusting!
Matt: Freddie, leave the room!
Freddie: [off mic] Hold on!
Matt: Beth needs to give a fact. Get outta here!
Freddie: No, no. I have a straw!
Matt: You stay away from your microphone!
Freddie: [off mic] I have a straw!
Anthony: Who gives a shit about your straw?
Matt: You’re like getting cl—
Freddie: [off mic] I got a straw!
Matt: You’re like, getting closer when you're coughing.
Freddie: [off mic] Guys, shut up, I have a—
[snap!]
Freddie: [off mic, yelling] Ow!
Anthony: Oh fuck!
[joyous group laughter]
Anthony: He just ran into the kitchen and…
Freddie: [off mic, yelling] Ow!
Anthony: …tripped on a cord and hit his fucking foot.
Matt: You don't have to run! This isn't a live show.
Anthony: You can edit this!
Freddie: [off mic, yelling something]
Beth: He didn't even trip on a cord!
Will: [off mic] We can cut this out!
Anthony: He didn't?
Will: [off mic] What are you doing?
Anthony: What did he…?
Beth: I think that we should cut it out!
Will: Freddie’s…
Beth: I don't even think it's that funny.
Will: Freddie’s walking back with a glass and he's…
Matt: Freddie bought this… $40 hiccup straw that he tried to show me last time. And it did not work.
Freddie: Okay, okay.
Matt: It's my favorite thing that's ever happened.
Anthony: It’s an anti-hiccup straw?
Freddie: I have a— see this straw… [hiccup]. So this straw was invented by a doctor to cure hiccups, so you have to just suck water through it.
Matt: By a quack!
Anthony: Alright, here we go!
Freddie: Okay. [tiny noise of air]
[pause]
Will: [quiet chuckling]
Beth: [sighing] Oh…
[pause]
Matt: Last time he did this, he hiccuped five seconds afterwards.
Beth: I’m gonna—
Freddie: It worked!
Beth: All right. Hey! I'm Beth May.
Freddie: Hey, Beth!
Beth: And I play [intensely] Scary Marlowe.
[gasps]
Beth: A goth pu— [laughs]
[laughter]
Anthony: How much money would you give to make Freddie cough in it right now and hiccup? For another hour?
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Avenger Lane Chapter 9: American Football
Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?
A/N: I promised I would drop something by the end of the week. Here's a small chapter. ;) I promise you Nat and Reader are happening.
Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)
Warnings: Reader has a Penis
Previous Chapter. Next Chapter
It was mid morning in late August as you stretched your limbs breathing in the smell of freshly cut grass and morning dew. For a brief moment you were back on that old field at McKinley high. The track and cross country teams jogged. Coach Sue Sylvester calls the Cheerios practicing their pyramid sloppy babies. Coach Beist yelling at Finn for bringing donuts to practice. You were so far down memory lane that you didn’t even notice Natasha drive up on Clint and Laura’s golf cart.
“Y/N’s already running drills.” Clint chuckled, grabbing his cooler.
The three friends walked over noticing Quinn who sat at a picnic table watching you run your old football drills she too was reminiscing of the good ole days.
“Morning Quinn.” The three amigos grinned walking up as the blonde turned around with a smile.
“Morning.” Quinn said sweetly.
“See Laura, why didn’t you wear a shirt with my last name on it like Quinn?” Clint smirked
“Gross I threw those out years ago they all smelled.” Laura cringed, taking some contents out of her grocery bag.
“Where are the girls?” Natasha asked, looking around.
“With my sister and niece.” Quinn responded. “Where’s Bruce?”
“Oh he’s out in Manhattan working on a new project.”
“On a Saturday morning?” Quinn furrowed her brows.
“Science never stops.” Natasha smiled back, shrugging. “Are you playing with us too?” Gesturing towards Quinn’s T-shirt.
“God No, Y/N wouldn’t let me wear my old Cheerios uniform.” She rolled her eyes.
“Gotcha.” Nat nodded before walking towards you.
“Hey.” Natasha cleared her throat seeing you in light football gear. Some Shorts over tights and an old jersey on your back.
“Hi.” You grinned.
“You seem super psyched to get to play again.” She chuckled.
“Yeah it feels like riding a bike.”
“Sooo did you talk to Quinn about the job offer?” Natasha kinked her brow.
“Uhh not yet.” You gulped seeing her concerned expression you weren’t ready to tell people about the pregnancy it was still too early. Your wife hasn’t even gone to the doctor yet.
“Y/N-”
“Y/L/N!” Steve shouted from his jeep.
You waved seeing Bucky in the back and Peggy in the front.
“We’re finishing this later.” Natasha scolded you as the other’s walked toward you both.
“So a few people are late but I figured when everyone gets here you and I could choose teams.” Steve grinned, giving you a brief hug.
“Coin toss on who chooses first.” You nod.
“Sup broskis!” Thor grinned holding up a beer as he stepped off of Val’s golf cart. Carol and Val grabbed a couple of bags as Thor set a cooler on the ground before rolling it over towards the picnic table.
Soon Tony was parking his golf cart when you turned to your wife who was prepping everything along with Peggy and Laura.
“Can I get a golf cart?” You ask, feeling left out.
“What? No!” Quinn huffed.
“That’s what I said.” Peggy laughed.
“I never get fun stuff.” You grumbled.
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“Alright call it.”
“Heads.” You call out quickly.
“Tails.” Steve nodded.
You and Steve looked at Peggy who flipped the coin.
“Heads.” She announced.
Steve grimaced hoping you wouldn’t take his first pick.
You looked at the people before you before choosing your first choice. “Thor.”
“Hell yeah chosen first.” Thor fist pumped.
“Bucky.” Steve smiled in relief.
“Val.”
“That’s what’s up.” Val smirked, walking over and standing next to Thor.
Natasha internally huffed at you not choosing her.
“Sam.” Steve smirks.
“Picked second but that's okay.” Sam grumbled.
“Carol.” You nodded, you knew Carol and Val together was key. Plus you remember Carol mentioning soccer and lacrosse. Doesn’t hurt that Val and Thor played rugby.
“Tony.” Steve smirked.
“Sorry kid, too slow.” Tony chuckled, joining Steve.
“I think you mean you’re too slow, Old man.” You smirked back. “Clint.” He actually did play football.
“Ouch.” Tony huffed.
“Well Nat, come join the team.” Steve grinned.
“The betrayal.” she glared at you.
You chuckled. “I'm sorry Nat but everyone on my team has played sports.”
“I was in ballet!” she huffed shoulder checking you.
“Save it for the field Romanoff!” Steve clapped, having them huddle up.
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The score was 24 to 3 that was only because Natasha kicked their field goal.
You watched Steve snap the ball and your eyes went straight to Sam figuring he’d hand it off to his running back, but a flash of red caught your eye. You smirked; he thought he was slick. You began hauling down the field closing in on her.
“Gotcha!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her waist, lifting her up. She yelped giggling as she held the ball. “Nice try gingersnap.” You smirked, snatching the ball from her grasp. “But you gotta be quicker than that.”
She looked at you with her jaw hanging. Thor and Carol laughed high-fiving you.
“Damn, Rogers, you have Spam, Tony, Bucky, and Nat. I have these misfits and still whooped that ass!” You chuckled, acting like you were bending them over.
“Damn it Steve I told you they would know the ball was with Nat!” Bucky huffed.
“Y/N is calling our plays before we even do them!” Sam huffed.
“Is she reading my lips?” Steve whispered before looking over his shoulder to see you flirting with your wife.
“Look at that, they're flirting, not even paying attention or huddling.” Bucky shook his head.
Steve frowned that his team was the only one in a huddle. You were too busy saying things you want to do to your wife, Clint was acting like he was humping the ball at Steve, and Val was also flirting with her wife. Thor was the only one practicing his throws only because his wife Jane said he was throwing sloppily.
“Let's take ten.” Tony muttered before walking over to you seeing your wife walk away to help Peggy and Laura with lunch.
Tony approaches you as you grab some water.
“Hey kid.”
“Hey Tony.” You grinned.
“So…You made a decision yet?” Tony asks for help.
“Uhh…” You look behind you to see if your wife was in earshot. “Some things came up and I haven’t-”
“It’s okay kid the job is yours when you’re ready.” Tony left before you could say anything.
“Hey Nat, walk with me, talk with me.” Tony muttered looking back making sure no one was close enough to hear.
“What’s up weirdo?” Natasha chuckled, falling in step with her friend.
“I found something out about Y/N, and Y/N deserves to know. I just don’t think it should come from me and I don’t want it to come from her parents.”
“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, slightly surprised Tony would know anything.
He sighed looking back leaning against a tree as he watched you talking to your wife.
“Y/N, was accepted into MIT on a full ride.”
“Wait what?!” Natasha hissed her neck, nearly getting whiplash.
“My buddy down at MIT said she was accepted but that someone turned it down.”
“Well it wasn’t Y/N or her parents. So that leaves…” Natasha trailed off as she turned to look at Quinn who had her hands all over you.
“Now we don’t know if it was her-“
“It obviously was.” Natasha tried her best not to glare at her.
“Look Y/N deserves to know, but I can’t break it to the kid. It’s going to break their heart. It could ruin them Nat, and all I could think about was Y/N’s happiness. They have been together since high school. They have two little girls… I just can’t.”
“So you’re putting it on me?!” She exclaimed.
“I can’t put that on Frankie and Sophia.”
“Tony-“
“Please?”
“… Well I know now so I guess-” Natasha sighed.
“Thanks Nat.”
“You owe me.” She mumbled.
“Deal, I’ll text you the documents.” He grinned before eating some raisins.
“Hey losers! S’go, I'm gettin’ hungry.” You shout, rubbing your tummy. “Babe, grab me a plate and a couple beers, I won’t be long. I’m having a victory feast after this.”
“You’re such an asshole when you play football.” Val snorted, giving you a light shove. “I love it.”
“Such a jock.” Carol grinned.
“You’re a dick, Y/L/N.” Steve laughed.
“Why are you so sure you’ll win.” Bucky, rolled his eyes playfully.
“You are down by 4 touchdowns!” Carol, flapped her arms.
“Romanoff, if I would have know you ran like that I would have picked you.” You taunt with a devilish smirk that makes her loins ache a little.
“You’re an ass for having me picked last.” She flipped you off with a laugh.
“Oh thank you I’ll use this later.” You grinned, flipping her the bird before putting it in your pocket.
“Woooow, you are a different person playing this game.” Nat gasped, laughing in disbelief.
“If you can’t take the heat, get outta the kitchen, Ginger Snap.” You smirked backwards jogging to your team.
“We have the ball losers!” Thor laughed, twerking his butt towards the other team
“Alright Revengers huddle up.” You called out. You ran through the last play before breaking the huddle and getting in line.
You all clapped before getting in line.
Thor began chanting. “Brooklyn 99! Brooklyn 99! Hut! Hut!”
Needless to say you scored one more time and won the game.
“Great game-“ you say to the other team high-fiving them. “Now move so I can eat. Big papa’s hungry.” You barked shoving past Sam and Bucky.
“I don’t think I like you this way. I’m calling your mother about this.” Tony huffed.
“Do it!” You taunt as Quinn sets your plate down with an ice cold beer next to it.
“Thanks baby.” You grin as she sits next to you.
“You’re welcome.” She smiles as you dig in.
“Wow, not even waiting for us.” Steve laughed, grabbing a plate.
“Winners don’t wait for losers.” You after taking a bite.
“I don’t know I kind of love this side of Y/N.” Carol shrugged as she and Val grabbed a plate.
“Honestly me too.” Bucky whispered to Steve.
The blond furrowed his brow at his secret lover. “Excuse me?”
“Oh come on! Look at Y/N!” Bucky huffed. “The muscles, the bulge. Calling themselves Big papa. Y/N is-“
“If you finish that sentence I swear.” Steve glared elbowing Bucky in the gut.
“Don’t be jealous.” Bucky grinned before slapping his ass in line.
“Shut up I’m not-“
“Oh you so are.” Bucky chuckled, grabbing a beer before following him to a table.
Steve gave him another glare before digging in.
Bucky chuckled at his jealousy before looking around making sure no one was watching. “You’re still the only thing I need.” He gently ran his hand near his inner thigh before eating.
Steve cleared his throat trying not to get a hard on. “Good.” He made a mental note to finally give that divorce lawyer a call.
“You’re right Y/N this is a victory feast.” Clint chuckled clinking his beer bottle with yours.
“Losers have to clean.” Val smirked.
“Except Nat, she's the only one who actually scored.” Carol snorted.
You were laughing when your daughter was calling your phone.
“Be right back.” You said standing up and walking away.
“So Y/N’s birthday is in a few weeks and I wanted to invite you all and let you know that its a surprise party. It’ll probably just be a glee/karaoke party Y/N had mentioned to me the other how much they miss singing and playing music.”
“That sounds great, Quinn consider us there.” Peggy smiled.
“Definitely.” Thor nodded.
“We won’t say anything to Y/N.” Val smiled.
“Oh Nat, will you please let Wanda know?” Quinn asked.
“Of course.” The redhead nodded.
“Sorry about that, our daughter just wanted the password to our Flix account.” You chuckled. “What did I miss?”
“Just Bucky's whining.” Sam rolled his eyes playfully.
“He’s a sore loser.” Steve chuckled.
“Okay, Sam, you cried when I beat you at Uno.” Bucky huffed.
“Hey! I don't cry.” Sam punched Bucky’s arm.”
“Now, now, boys, not at the table.” Nat smirked as Bucky placed his fist down.
“Sheesh I’m not playing cards with you guys.” You chuckled.
“Uh you’re kidding right? You moped the floor with us and boasted about it.” Bucky chuckled.
“Hey what can I say I’m a different person on the field.” You smirked.
“I kinda wanna see how you are at basketball.” Sam eyed you.
“Y/N was a point guard.” Quinn smirked.
“Baseball?”
“All star.” You grinned.
“Jeez.” Sam muttered.
“Why? Do you like getting your butt smacked?” You smirked.
“Alright Y/L/N I see how it is.” Sam cackled.
Natasha bit her lip watching the way you looked at your wife. She didn’t know how she was going to tell you, or even when, but she knew it needed to happen at some point. You deserve to know that someone close to you ruined your college career.
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Fluent Freshman - Part 28
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FF does not like being on pain medication.
Everything feels floaty and it is so hard to focus on anything around him.
He’s almost glad that his Gran has given him something to focus on that something being helping her sell her lie to the Foxes that she only knows Polish. Coach Wymack must know but the man is a steel trap and FF finds himself envying his Gran that HER secret keeper is Coach Wymack.
“Smithy! My sweet beautiful idiot!” Nicky cries when Gran gives Wymack the OK for them to come back in. FF finds himself on the receiving end of 2 forehead kisses and a kiss to each of his cheeks from Nicky. “Next time you see a crazy mafia hitman looking to kidnap me you just grab me and RUN.” He orders pointedly, “No more cool guy shit where you take ‘em out in the weird sex alley.” He runs his fingers through FF’s hair and…
Yeah it’s okay that Nicky is the one that knows.
Nicky is so nice.
“What about Aaron?” FF asks.
“If Romero could grab Aaron when he is in whacky inflatable tube mode then I don’t think he’d be taken out by you and Andrew.” Nicky says with a watery smile.
“Hey.” Aaron’s voice is offended.
“Learn to dance at a club already. We’ve been going for years.” Nicky shoots back but never takes his eyes off of FF’s face.
“I dance just fine. I’m better than Kevin.” Aaron argues.
“Hey.” Kevin’s voice is offended.
“You are better than Kevin, but that’s not a real standard of good.” Nicky dismisses, “Regardless, next time grab me and I’ll grab Aaron and the three of us can hide literally anywhere other than the weird sex alley. We could go to the back room with Roland or, if it means you not ending up in the hospital with a stab wound, I would even tolerate hiding down in the straight swingers club in the basement.” Nicky says.
He sees Andrew and Captain Neil tense off to the side.
Oh, that’s right.
Oh fun another lie for him to focus on instead of feeling floaty. Gran always talked about the virtue of telling the truth but the only thing set free would be Nicky in a club that he’s not supposed to know about.
“I wouldn’t ask that of you Nicky.” FF says instead.
Nicky laughs and kisses his cheek one more time. “You’re my favorite family member now. Sorry Aaron, you’ve made me endure the horrors of a heterosexual relationship for too long.” Nicky says stroking FF’s face as he looks up to where FF assumes Aaron is.
“Hey.” Aaron says in the exact same way he said earlier.
“Andrew-“ Nicky starts but is cut off.
“I don’t care.”
“That’s the spirit.” Nicky says, “Neil-“
“Nicky, I also don’t care.”
“At least you have one another to support each other.”
“Wait, what about me?” Kevin asks.
“You won’t even LEARN the family language Kevin, you were NEVER in the running for my favorite.” Nicky dismisses and doesn’t bother to turn back to the “So Smithy is my favorite family member now with Aras coming in second.”
Two things strike FF in the wake of family conversation.
First, when in the world did Kevin get here? Why is he here? Is he going to ask the doctors to run tests on FF to figure out stealth mode?
Second, Nicky just used his Gran’s nickname. The nickname that causes FF no small amount of embarrassment. It was a youthful indiscretion! He had thought he understood Lithuanian quite well! He had wanted to impress his Great Gran and his Gran with his knowledge.
“You’re looking pale Smith, do you need more pain medication?” Captain Neil asks.
“No, I’m fine.” He is pretty sure that pain meds can’t numb the psychological pain of his friends hearing about his youthful mistakes and he doesn’t care how bad his stomach is going to hurt he wants to only take the absolute minimum amount of pain meds required to get through this so he can stop floating.
Having friends nearby makes it so much easier.
Conversations go on with him and around him. He’s tired still from everything and when a nurse comes in to try and give him more pain medication he declines. All present in the room except Gran try to convince him to take it but he declines all but the most minor amount to take the edge off.
He finally realizes that Kevin had not been with them and asks why the hell he’s here. He gets an answer that makes him reconsider being on any pain medication at all because it doesn’t really make any sense. Why in the world is Kevin telling him not to trust the nutritionist?
Neil lets him know that the FBI are going to be coming around at some point to talk to him. He says that Agent Browning is a dick but generally fine and that there will be a local agent Iruma Matsumoto stopping by before him, probably today. He looks right at Andrew and says “Yeah, I’ll talk with them about how Romero stabbed me.” Andrew lets out an amused puff of laughter that makes FF feel like he might be doing alright at this friendship thing.
He apologizes to Andrew that he can’t make the pie today and gets a flick to his ear.
He finds out that he slept through all of Saturday and that it is Sunday morning. Finds out that his Gran and Wymack had stayed over at the Columbia house last night and that Wymack has him excused from his classes this week. He also finds out that Nicky has given his grandma a key to the house in Columbia so she could stay there while she’s visiting him.
He apologizes to Nicky for messing up the clothes he’d let him borrow and earns another flick to the ear from Nicky.
Wymack hands him a new phone that Nicky has apparently set up for him. His lip quirks up slightly when he sees that Nicky registered it as ’Smithy’s phone’. Neil shows him some stuff since he has the same phone model but Andrew rolls his eyes.
“You’ve barely figured out how to set anything on your phone Junkie. You still haven’t even set a screen lock.” He says as he pulls Neil back from FF’s space.
“I’ve figured out how to change the notification ping.” Neil argues but lets himself be pulled away and if Andrew keeps his arm around Neil afterwards? No one comments on that.
He translates things for his Gran when it seems important for her to be able to respond to and helps Nicky with some pronunciations.
He falls asleep a couple times and wakes up to his friends and teammates in all sorts of different configurations. Nicky gets him some good sugar-free Jell-O from the nurses while Aaron smacks Kevin upside the head when Kevin complains that it’s not good for him and not part of the diet he’s making to get FF back on the Court ASAP. “He’s gotta be on a clear liquid diet for 24 hours after his surgery.” Aaron hisses.
“Why does it have to be clear? I can put it in a blender but it won’t be clear.” Kevin grumbles.
“He’s not going to be on puree’d food for at least two weeks idiot.” Aaron smacks his head again.
“Stop that.”
He hears from Wymack the other Freshman Dealer won’t be returning and that Sheena is now their only Dealer and she does not do defense well. Kevin’s disapproval for the Jell-O cups only grows stronger in light of this news. His grumbling only stops when Gran looks at him and says “Maybe someone should help you pull that stick out of your ass young man.” In her nicest most grandmotherly voice.
When Kevin turns to FF for a translation Nicky beats him to it, “She said a handsome young man like you shouldn’t ruin your face with worries.” He says without a hint that he’s lying.
Kevin preens at the grandmotherly approval of his looks and FF gets to know that he, Nicky and his grandma all have lying in common.
Eventually it’s lunch time and the natural hunger of college athlete boys trumps anything else. Kevin won’t eat anything at the cafeteria since he doesn’t trust the nutritionist so they agree to head out of the hospital to grab food. He’s more tired than hungry so he tells his Gran to go with them. She pats his face and promises she’ll be back with some clear soup for him per the Doctor’s order and despite Kevin’s grumbling that he could make a clear protein shake.
His Gran kisses his forehead and tells him that she’ll be back soon and that he should rest as much as he can.
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FF can’t sleep.
He tried.
He really did.
But without the noise of everyone else his mind keeps going back to the last time he was in a hospital. He closes his eyes and he can see Gran’s pale face when she tells him that his dad didn’t make it and the tears when she tells him neither-
He can’t sleep.
So he gets up against medical advice and decides to go on a walk. He’s not been connected to any of the monitoring equipment since he had first woken up, just the IV keeping him hydrated. FF decides he wants to get his dad’s leather back because it would make him feel better. The leather jacket has weight that would keep his feet strictly on the ground and it’s something his Gran had given to him when he went off to college so that he could keep his dad close. He could call a nurse but it feels like he shouldn’t distract them with something as stupid as getting him his dad’s jacket so he doesn’t have a panic attack.
So he lets himself slip into the background and heads towards the nurse station. He thinks that might be where they’re holding his belongings. It’s a good first stop if nothing else.
He can’t help but notice a strange number of men in suits but figures that maybe they’re just there to talk to people who seem to have gotten caught up in some sort of mass casualty incident.
He makes it to the nurse station and when a whole 5 minutes goes by without a single nurse clocking that he exists he considers speaking up until he sees a nurse bagging up some clothes, slapping on a label, and heading away.
It’s nice when things work out for him.
Another suit wearing man comes up and a different nurse sees him there immediately and comes up, “What can I help you with?” She asks.
“I’m looking for someone with the last name Smith, he has a stab wound?” The man asks.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.” The nurse responds with exasperation but FF is already almost out of earshot when he hears it because he’s following the nurse with the bag.
He follows her down the hallway and she thankfully takes an elevator instead of going down the stairs because FF doesn’t know how he would have gotten his IV stand down with him.
FF walks in with her and he watches her slump as the doors slide close. Relaxing like most people do when they think they’re alone. Her shoulders go straight back when the elevator opens again and he follows after her.
He follows her to a door that she unlocks and proceeds to enter and FF sees a room full of the same bags with belongs all tagged with a last name and a room number. “Christ, why are there so many fucking Smiths in here right now?” She grumbles but takes him straight to the S section and he sees his own ‘Smith’ and room number.
He grabs it and heads out the door before the nurse and heads into the elevator.
His phone pings with a text message. He opens it and sees a text from an unknown number.
“Come to the Cafeteria. - IM”
FF stares at his phone for a few minutes before the initials click.
Iruma Matsumoto, the local FBI agent who was coming to talk to him today according to Captain Neil. It’s weird to be texted like this but this is the first time he’s ever had to talk to the FBI. Maybe it’s normal? He doesn’t really want to bother Captain Neil about what getting interrogated by the FBI is like since Captain Neil is out at lunch.
He decides to go to the Cafeteria.
FF follows the directory in the elevator and then the arrows that point him towards the cafeteria. He takes a moment to pull his dad’s jacket out and it does help him feel better. He realizes the McDonald’s toy is still in his pocket and thinks that he really should probably turn that over to Agent Matsumoto.
When he gets to the cafeteria he sees even more of those guys in suits and then he sees a well dressed Japanese man sitting by himself at a table. FF has a moment where he thinks ‘Wow that FBI agent sure does look like a member of the Yakuza.’ Before he squashes it because ‘OMG that’s such a fucking racist thing to think. Thoughts from the abyss are the worst and Agent Matsumoto is probably a perfectly nice guy.’
He takes a seat in front of the man who is surrounded by two other of the men in black he’s seen. Oh that guy was probably looking for him to bring him here so they could have the talk.
None of the men seem to notice him and FF realizes that he’s still in stealth mode. He sets the bag with the rest of his clothes to the side and clears his throat.
Three sets of eyes are on him immediately and FF breathes through the anxiety as the two men at either side of Agent Matsumoto seem to reach for something at their holsters.
“Captain Neil said you wanted to talk to me.” He says.
Captain Matsumoto raises a hand and the two men on either side of him return to an at ease position.
***
Ichirou Moriyama could admit to himself that he had been startled when a young man seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of him without any warning. He sees a bulge in the man’s pocket that says that he’s armed and he could have done anything before bringing attention to himself. He had men throughout the hospital and no one has spotted Wesninski or any of his cohorts but they had their eyes peeled for the uninvolved civilian who had taken out Jackson on his own and had assisted Wesninski’s guard dog in taking out Romero.
Interesting.
Ichirou clasps his hands together in over the cafeteria table.
“Yes, let’s talk.” He agrees.
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#Fluent Freshman AU#Guess who accidentally took FF's phone?#It's Neil#He realizes it halfway through the grocery store run#Sorry FF your grandma is now the Monster Grandma#She's got knitting projects planned for each of them#She's already asked about allergies#She jokingly tells Nicky she'll knit Kevin a muzzle because he's commented on the amount of butter she uses four times#He always shuts up when he eats it at least#Neil is blissfully unaware that he has FF's phone and FF has his#Some poor Moriyama grunts are wandering through the hospital having to check every single Smith room for the one they're looking for#Ichirou was planning some mild intimidation shit on Neil#But was hampered because JFC why so many Smiths#Does Ichirou know Smith's first name?#Perhaps#Does he use it?#Probably not#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#Andreil#FF - Pt. 28
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Sicktember 2023: 9
White Coat Syndrome
“Y/L/N,” Dawn shouts across the locker room, “my office, now.”
“Oooh,” your teammates say sing-songily together, “Y/N’s in trouble.”
It’s like you're instantly transported back to primary school, the principal calling your name over the loudspeaker. Without a doubt, your peers would tease in the exact same way. The only real difference is that your teammates are adults and should definitely know better than second graders. The punishment would almost definitely be the same too- missing out on recess is pretty much the same as missing practices and games.
With a hot blush across your cheeks, you quickly head to Dawn’s office. You knew better than to keep her waiting. You knock lightly, waiting for a response before you enter.
“Hey, Dawn, how are you? You look great, you’re absolutely glowing. Are you using a new skincare routine, you’ll have to tell me your sec-“
Dawn cuts you off by clearing her throat.
“Hello, Y/N, it’s been awhile since we’ve had some good one-on-one bonding. I was thinking we could play a game,” Dawn says, surprisingly meeting your energy and excitement.
“Ummm,” you hesitate, confused, before sitting down and nodding, “okay, yeah! It’ll be fun! Which one do you think?”
“How about 20 questions? It’s one of my favorites.”
You know Dawn must have an ulterior motive, but you can’t figure it out.
“I know that one, I’ll start. Dawn, what’s your favorite color?”
“I like light blue. Y/N, who was your soccer idol growing up?”
“Oh, that’s easy: Mia Hamm. If you played on the team, what position would you play?”
“Probably goalie, less risk of an ACL injury. How about this, if you could be any member of the staff, who would you be?”
“Coach, I love all of the tactics behind it. Oh, it’s hard to think of questions. Umm, what’s your favorite drink?”
“Water,” she answers bluntly, “do you think I’m an idiot?”
“What?” you respond, about to continue when she interrupts.
“Y/N, you’re supposed to answer the question before you ask one. So, again, do you think I’m an idiot?”
“No, no of course not. What are you talking about?”
“Well, I’m not sure if you remember, but you missed camp two months ago because you had covid. And you missed camp last month because you developed asthma from covid and you had to go to the emergency room multiple times. So, my next question, did you think I would forget that you’re required to have a full work up from a pulmonologist before you’re allowed to train or were you simply hoping to avoid me?”
You freeze, eyes wide. You knew that you were supposed to see the doctor, but the doctor scared you. The only reason that you had even gone to the emergency rooms those times was because you couldn’t breathe and one of your teammates had to drag your blue-lipped form in.
So you put off the appointment, hoping that everyone would ignore your lack of medical approval if you played really well. Besides, you had brought the emergency inhaler that you had gotten at your most recent emergency visit, so you would be fine.
Dawn sighs, “go get your bag, you’ve got an appointment in 30 minutes. If you get the all-clear, you can practice tomorrow.”
You know better than to protest, going to grab all of your things. You stop for a moment and watch your teammates warming up, jealousy filling your body.
You walk back towards Dawn’s office, expecting her to pass off car keys and directions. Instead, you find her standing with her bag, keys in hand.
“Are you ready to go?” She asks.
“You’re coming with me?” You question, “I thought you would have to stay for practice.”
“I thought you would like the company, but I could be wrong. I guess I’ll go back to practice and you can go alone.”
It was almost comical the way your face instantly paled, the blood draining. Your hand reached out automatically, trying to stop her from leaving.
“Please, no” you say quietly.
“Alright, come on then. We have to go.”
You quickly follow Dawn as she begins heading towards the exit, afraid that you would be left alone. You couldn’t decide which was a worse option- having to go to the doctor alone or never being able to play soccer again.
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Hey ! I’ve been seeing your art going around since your midnight crew stuff and I just recently stubble across your tumblr, thank to your beautiful overwatch art for our beloveds junkers ! I’ve been scrolling through your account and read about your experience of being a former graphic designer who is a doctor now. And damn. I can’t emphasize how much I admire you, especially as someone who is struggling really hard to choose between 2 careers paths ( with one of them being art related ). This is why I was wondering if you would be open to talk about how and why you switched from art to medecine ? Especially because most of the time I feel it happens more the other way around ? ( If it’s too personal just ignore this ask + sorry if you already talked about it before )
hey ! no worries, i don't expect ppl to scroll through my tumblr to find an answer for a question they might have. first of all thanks for your nice words, means a lot <3
i switched from art to medicine because my early 20-something-self was even more anxiety-ridden than my present-self, and being in art school and having to "perform" regularly was a nightmare. i'm talking about a time in which i was so scared of being perceived that i often skipped grocery shopping, just so i could avoid being around people. so like, pitching art related projects to peers and profs was eeh... especially because art is so personal oh my god. i still hate it when someone tries to sneak a peek while i'm drawing, makes me wanna throw my sketchbook and myself off the bridge. anyways so i always felt a 110% inadequate (plus i got a gf during that time who was so good to me and tried to get me out of my funk on multiple occasions (she was and still is an artist and has now a career as a freelancer and i'm rly proud of her) but i couldn't see that because i just compared the two of us all the time and sabotaged any attempt she made for having fun with drawing with her) that i sat down at some point and asked myself if i could do this any longer, and i came to the conclusion that no, it really kills me rn.
what made me go into the health sector? i don't even know anymore, i think it was a mixture of "i loved biology, esp. the human body in school" and "my mum is an icu nurse and talks a lot about hospitals, maybe i should check it out"... it was not a well thought through decision, which is so funny because studying medicine was a hell of a meatgrinder ride (also my anxiety and self hatred? still there, but now i wasn't judged anymore because of my art but instead being called a dumb idiot collectively with all the other students because nobody likes med students) and for some reason i was able to get through that despite it not being my passion at all, but i couldn't stand up for myself in art school. i don't even know if i could work through it nowadays, but the good thing is i don't have to ask myself this question anymore, because being a doctor pays the bills, and ever since i left art school i was able to just draw without consequence. which is nice to a degree, my artistic output is not tied to the means of generating money. on the other hand... idk, in another life with more confidence and less worries, i'd love to be some sort of character designer T_T
so yeah that's basically it. at some times i cherished my career decisions, at other times i regretted them deeply, worst thing is i know it has a lot to do with personality, but the fact that we can't change who we are with a blink of an eye gives me the framework to think that the path i took was ok. as in. things happened for a reason and maybe i'm just not cut out for that kind of work. you have to be aware of the conditions of a job to decide if you are up for it. because being an artist doesn't end with "just draw". i myself had an unrealistic view of the job back then too. and the fact that i could not seperate between personal aspects and "doing a job here" was crucial.
yeah, idk if this is helpful at all. i think the one thing that is super important here is to have a realistic view on the conditions of work you are about to head into, and i know this is mostly very difficult to aquire. because unless you really work in a sector there is often no way to fully grasp the situations you can find yourself in (this applied for me also in the health sector, which made me fall into a depression a year ago, but what do you do after you spent 6 years of studying :') ). doing internships and just trying to get to know a lot of things really helps. and - idk how old you are, but if you're really young: it's ok to switch careers at some point. it's even ok to do so when you are older (trying to end on a positive note here because it feels like i just said a lot of depressing things... like don't get me wrong i like my job, the conditions are just fucked up, and again my personality prevents me from switching again but it's also not that easy in germany, BUT it's a valid thing to do, being versatile is good! just... make sure you don't end up with a job that you absolutely hate because that kills it all)
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What if Yuu didn't want to go back? What if Yuu was suicidal before, and is giving life a second chance because of the new magic world? What if Yuu wants nothing more than magic and no way "home"?
(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)
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Well, this is unusual. I'm in some kind of box- a coffin, maybe? Ooh, maybe I was buried alive! That'd be fun. Then I wouldn't have to-
"Aha! C'mon, human, give me your uniform! I wanna attend!"
A cat. A chubby, grey little cat with blue flames coming out of its ears just removed the lid from my brand new box and it can talk. Oh my god.
There's a tuft of off-white fur below its neck, it has pink toe beans, and its teeth are unusually sharp, even for a cat. The tip of its tail is trident-shaped and fades into black, and there's a similar gradient on its back paws.
"Grim?" My voice escapes me before I can stop it. I doubt I could stop it, though. The resemblance to Grim, my now-dead cat, is uncanny, and I've missed him ever since he left. I wish I knew what killed him, but... is this really him?
"Yes. I'm Grim, future world-famous mage!" And you are... he starts looking pensive, probably trying to guess my name. "...Yuu. Your name is Yuu."
The cat looks suprised. "How'd you know my name?"
"Is it really... you?" Oh my god, this cat is named Grim.
He's absolutely right. This has to be him.
"Myaa! Hey, human, why are you hugging me? Was I right? Put me- hey, are you crying?" His voice- Grim's voice- momentarily wavers, quieting. "Well... I guess I'll let you keep yours."
"Keep my what?"
"Your uniform. I'm going to enroll at this school to and become a world-famous mage! And, for that, I need a uniform. But..." He pauses. "I'll let you enroll, too. We can be classmates!" He brightens at the last sentence. I resume crying. "Human, are you alright?"
I nod. "Better."
Somewhere nearby is the sound of keys. Someone is trying to open a lock. Startled by the noise, I fall back in my coffin- still holding Grim- and the door of the box slams shut, hiding us both within.
"Hey, Yuu," Grim whispers, "I'm probably gonna get put down as your familiar if I don't get out. What do we do?"
"I don't know. Where are we, anyway?"
A distant click cuts our conversation short as who- or what- ever was fumbling with the keys successfully unlocks and opens the door. Footsteps start approaching, getting louder and louder, before stopping in front of mine and Grim's.
"Why is the lock on this one busted? Usually, they wait for me to open it... do we have an escapee?"
Dim light floods into the coffin, revealing me the two of us to a... plague doctor? No, this looks to be a bird-liking man. His mask only covers the top half of his face, and his eyes glow yellow behind it. He looks just as suprised as I probably do.
"I don't recall anyone with a familiar of that description on the new student register. What's its name?"
"His name is Grim." At the same time, Grim says
"His name is Yuu."
I look at Grim. Grim looks at me.
"Sorry about my hench-human, sir."
Now the bird man looks REALLY suprised.
"We don't have anyone by either of those names on the new student register." He narrows his eyes. "Are you sure you're where you're supposed to be?"
"More than sure!" Grim replies.
"Not really sure," I respond, timed in such a way that the "sure" in the two answers align.
Mr. Bird looks very confused now.
"Is something wrong, headmage?" Someone behind Mr. Bird speaks up, sounding impatient. Mr. Bird turns to the side, revealing a huge crowd of people- some short, some very tall, and some have... horns? Well, Grim has blue flames coming out of his ears, so I guess that's not too far-fetched.
"They aren't on the register." Mr. Bird sounds very confused as he speaks. I catch a "we were one student short of our enrollment quota..." from under his breath. The coffin-box to our right shakes a bit, and out comes a kid with bright, red hair.
"...Sorry. I'm claustrophobic." His explanation is enough to get most people in the room to return their gazes to me, Grim, and Mr. Bird.
"Trappola, right?"
"That's correct, sir."
Mr. Bird shakes his head, smiling slightly. "I remember. You were intentionally placed so you wouldn't have to stay in there for long. My apologies, I should've let you out by now."
Trappola grins. "It's alright. My brother told me how to do this part, so..."
Mr. Bird nods once.
"Go right ahead."
Trappola goes and stands in front of a strange, flat ellipsis that's hovering in the center of the room. His robes are very fancy and appear to be high-quality- as do the identical robes of everyone else in the room, except Grim and Mr. Bird. Am I wearing those, too? A quick glance downwards reveals the answer is yes.
"Heartslabyul." It sounds like the hovering circle is the source of the sound, and it probably is. A red-haired person who's short and too androgynous for me to believe I can accurately assume their pronouns motions for Trappola to join the crowd behind them.
With Grim on my shoulder, I hop out of the coffin-box and move to stand where Trappola did. There's a face in the black-glassed mirror, though it looks more like a mask than a face. I hold my arms just beneath my chest, and Grim, understanding what I'm hinting at, gets down from my shoulder and stands on my arms, leaning towards the mirror's shiny surface. For a moment, a mere moment, all is quiet.
"...Pomefiore!"
I turn around, Grims climbs back onto my shoulder, and a tall, blond girl smiles and motions for us to join the crowd at her back. Standing among them, I'm... Actually starting to feel welcome! People seem exited, genuinely exited, for me to have joined them. That's a first.
After a while, the ceremony is over. I have a cool new pen with a purple gem on the end, and Grim has an identical stone on a necklace. The tall, feminine, blond guy I mistook for a girl- "Vil"- leads us to our dorm.
I don't think I have magic, but I'll have to hope- otherwise, it's... something. I don't know what, but I know it won't be good.
#tw pet death#tw suicidality#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst vil#male!yuu#twst grim#twst crowley#twst ace#what if yuu didn't want to go back#part 1
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Hello hello and Guten Tag!
I saw your post and wanted to try to help with the writing ideas. Maybe give you a little challenge? 🤷♀️
Anywhizzle, idea time!
TFPSmokescreen x Cybertronian!reader who is a medicbot
Smokescreen is trying to impress reader with his skills and fighting. What he fails to realize is that reader is also skilled in hand to hand combat and easily knocks him off his peds.
Romantic or platonic. Smokey needs love and a wee slice of humble pie.
Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Morgen/Nachmittag/Abend!
Hallo und Guten Abend, a fellow German I see.
He sure does need a slice of that humble pie xD
And I am here to deliver, hope you like it.
And thanks for requesting.^^
Medics do know how to fight
(I just love that picture lmao)
About this fic: sfw, gn reader, some romance
851 words
"I doubt medics know how to fight. I mean Ratchet surely does but THEM?"
"If I were you Smokescreen, I wouldn't be saying that...", Bulkhead chimed in, a hint of worry in his tone of voice.
"Pff nahh, am I right doctor?"
You just roll your optics in annoyance, continuing on working on the task Ratchet gave you, back to the others.
Atleast he stopped calling you doc, so that's gotta be something.
Yes you may be a medic in training but oh was he wrong with that statement of his.
"Look? They're not even replying, because they know I'm soo right."
You turned around to face the white red and blue bot, who had his arms crossed before his chassis so full of himself.
"Oh really Smokey?"
"Hey, you know I hate that nickname!"
"Fine, I will stop using it IF, you win against me in a 1v1."
"Oh, it's so on!"
"But", you add, raising a single digit at him. "If I win, I'm gonna call you that for as long as I shall live. And no more making fun of medics, I mean it"
"Pff, humans call that child's play."
Raising an optic ridge, you step away from the console, attention now fully on him.
"Go on.", you try to encourage him.
"At least step away from my equipment...", Ratchet grumbled.
Not wanting to have wrenches flying your direction you do as you're told.
"So, wanna start?"
"And no guns for Primus' sake!"
You chuckle
"Alrighty Ratch!"
The bot infront of you turned to stand in a fighting position, fists raised to the height of his chest.
Game on.
He went for a frontal attack, which your easily dodged by ducking and turning to the side.
You counter with a light blow to his side, making him stumble.
"Are you even trying? Or am I just too good to-"
And that sentence of his was cut right off as you went forward, ducked again and kicked his pedes away, making him fall right onto his face, taking a box down with him.
"I needed that!", Ratchet yelled furiously.
"Ow"
"I may be a medic, but I surely know how to fight. Next time you underestimate me I won't go so easy on you."
"Ha, they busted you Smoky!", Miko laughed, pointing at the red blue and white colored bot, who was now slowly standing up, rubbing his helm in pain.
"And they surely got that sass from old Ratchet..", Smokescreen mumbled under his breath.
A wrench came flying his way from across the hall, which you catched easily right after your sensors detected it.
"And I got mad reflexes so better watch out from now on."
"Okay, let me get this straight.", Miko spoke up again. "They busted your metal ass AND saved you. Damn, you're so in their debt!"
The she comes to a complete halt, holding onto the railing while looking directly at the Smokescreen, her eyes wide.
"You were trying to impress them!", she exclaimed, jumping once and pointing at Smokescreen.
"Smoky is in love, Smoky is in love!", she declared, jumping around excitedly.
"WHAT?!", you and the mostly silver bot said simultaneously, exchanging a rather flustered look.
"Oooh and they love you too. Robot romance yayy"
"Miko...", Bulkhead reprimanded her.
"Whaat? It's true Bulk! They're in love!", she said, gesturing wildly towards the two of you while looking up at her guardian.
"We've got two lovebirds.", she explained proudly, hands on her hips now.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge, looking between you and a now very flustered Smokescreen.
"Well finally it's official. I can't stand you two pining for each other any longer.", the medic said, rolling his optics, going right back to work afterwards.
Indignant, you finally turn to speak.
"And what makes you ALL think that we're in love?!"
"Oh please, I've seen the way you look at eachother. And you would NEVER accept to a fight like this.", Arcee mentioned, arms crossed over her chassis.
"I could not help but notice a tension you two hold.", Optimus adds, who had been silently watching until now.
"Not you too Prime..."
You clear your throat.
"Yeah sure whatever..."
While cleaning up the mess you two created, you made sure not to look at Smokescreen, who couldn't take his optics off of you.
Sure, he was cute and you mayyyybee caught feelings, but it couldn't have been THAT obvious. Right?!
"You fight pretty good for a medic."
You shoot a glare at him.
"I mean, you fight really good.", he corrected himself. "No more making fun of medics, I know."
You chuckle, nudging his side. "You're not too bad yourself Smokey."
His helm turns toward you.
"What? I won, so you're Smokey from now on."
"I love you!", he blurted out, covering his intake with both servos immediately after.
You laugh, placing a servo on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, the feeling's mutual."
You two stand up straight and you put the now tidy box on top of a counter.
"Who are we kidding? Even Miko figured something was up. Might as well indulge and make it official, don't you think?"
The bot nods. "Yeah, you're right."
"I know I am, better get used to it."
"Pff"
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august 17, 2021
3:00 p.m.
yonsei university
[grant] did your dad apologize for being a dick, though?
[henry] of course. he was a good person and realized he was being a bit weird. he just hated noise. i think he'd have been happy to be born with a set of noise-canceling headphones attached to him.
[grant] except maybe he liked your mom’s noise from that day forward!
[henry] he did, but even if he hated it, he was probably glad to have hers back after a while. almost half the time they dated, they didn’t even live in the same country.
[henry] my mom worked at an art shop somewhere in seoul, and my dad had this sweet gig working at a museum in paris while getting a doctorate and doing some traveling, visiting art museums on every continent. he got the doctorate, but gave up the job to come back and marry my mom.
[henry] and she won out, to be honest. him teaching here was a prestigious position, and his family are pretty well off because they're in banking and all, so she got to quit her job after marriage, have me, and just sculpt for fun.
[grant] that’s the dream, right?
[henry] i think so.
[grant] it’s nice to be genuinely in love but also to support each other’s passions, too, whether that's helping them pursue a job or a hobby. i mean, that’s everything. that's the deepest form of connection. oh yeah, definitely the dream.
[henry] for sure. there wasn’t much for my mom to help with because she was never wealthy and her parents weren’t either, but she was a huge moral support. she was my dad’s biggest fan. sometimes getting a doctorate sucked, and he wanted to quit, but it was hard to quit with her on the sidelines cheering.
[henry] that’s like me and soobin. not much i can do on the money front because i'm not rich and i won't take money from my parents, and i couldn’t help with her medical school because i'm a certifiably terrible student, but i can be and am her cheerleader.
[henry] and i may not have been a photographer without her. being an artist is the worst career choice unless someone else has money to throw at the bills. and i make an okay salary! i have solid clientele booking all year long, but i don't charge what i "should" because i feel wrong asking too much money to do wedding photos and all. that shit's expensive - i'll take a small cut off the going rate so they get all they want for the big day.
[henry] besides, the one thing in life that makes me nervous is clients being unhappy. everything else about a wedding goes away except the photos. if they're unhappy, i'd rather the pricing not be an extra issue, you know? at least let it be a cheap mistake.
[grant] but you would have still pursued this, right? i can’t imagine you not at least trying it out. you have always been set on some kind of photography as a career. even when you were having a crisis around college graduation about whether you should pursue high-brow art or something very human and realistic like you do now, you never questioned if photography was your truth.
[henry] i would have. i've always known it was my goal. i just think the financial stress may have worn me down eventually if she wasn’t willing to shoulder an extra share of the burden. like i said, charging people themselves is a strange thing, and you just never know what can happen. sure, i did end up with a good brand through putting myself out there on social media, but that was no guarantee.
[henry] if that hadn't worked out, i'd have been in trouble. and when you don't have a lot of clients or reach, you have to be conservative and sometimes that hurts you on growth. blah blah blah. point is, i owe soobin a lot, both for financial support and her total faith in me.
[grant] well, teamwork makes the dream work and all that!
[henry] hey, you're part of the team, too. there's no one else i'd rather call at 3AM asking to check the red balance on my pictures because everything looks green to me. and as it turns out, having a friend with a massive family who host many events requiring photography is excellent for clientele building.
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#sims 4 story#sims 4 storytelling#simblr#hlcn: everything the stars promised#LORE DUMP LORE DUMP WOOHOO#also in terms of characterization henry's mom is very new but idc i literally love her!! xoxo#holocene.docx#holocene.png#hlcn: grant#hlcn: henry
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Network Effect, but it happens immediately on the tail end of Exit Strategy
this is one of the funniest fandom AUs out there, imo. (also one of the saddest! but also like. in a fun way)
Mensah, Pin-Lee, Gurathin, and Ratthi are just SO glad to be home soon
they're also really glad that SecUnit seems to have regained the ability to talk
even if like, only 40% of what it says seems to logically follow whatever conversation they were having
like that sounds like a dig but they seriously have spent the last 2 weeks thinking its brain might have been totally fried
so they get in a shuttle to go back to the station when
mysterious ship appears out of nowhere?
YOINKS them
murderbot is like 'hey that's my friend wtf ART'
"what do you mean," its humans ask
it Does Not Clarify
maybe just says like a random stream of code, aloud. completely impossible to parse
i'd like to remind everyone that Dr. Ayda Mensah has some Severe Kidnapping Trauma that has not managed to start unpacking at all at this point. and now she's been kidnapped. again.
at least her friends are along for the ride this time???
(she feels awful for being this relieved)
ship is totally empty when they get on board
except for creepy grey people
SecUnit started being able to walk around its MedBay like 47 hours ago
it was not pretty. it fell on its face like. 3 separate times.
now it has to kill a bunch of targets
it still manages it but not with anywhere NEAR its usual level of grace
this just makes it more angry
it does not help that it keeps forgetting where it's in its own timeline
keeps pinging ART. keeps being surprised when it doesn't answer. all over again.
the humans are the ones doing the majority of the Smart Detective Work and making theories on What's Happening Here and interrogating Ras and Eletra
Ras and Eletra who, by the way, are like 'hey your SecUnit is seriously glitching you should probably put it down.'
'no'
'okay we can at least turn it off and shove it in one of the mortuary tubes-'
"NO"
"yeesh okay we're just giving a suggestion" [Eletra and Ras exchange a 'get a load of these crazy freeholders' look behind their backs]
MB is currently have a conversation, aloud, to a crumpled drone
good news: being in a familiar environment is helping MB's memory retrieval
bad news: those memories are letting MB know something Is Very Very wrong
1-3 emotional breakdowns happen during this point. One of them is definitely Murderbot's
it's even worse than in canon Network Effect
"My friend is DEAD"
they haven't found ANY dead bodies at this point, though, so...
PresAux starts realising maybe the dead friend is... an AI?
Ras's brain gets fried around this point. Then Ratthi, as the closest thing the team has to a doctor, has to cut Eletra's chip out of her neck. so he probably gets one of those emotional breakdowns.
'wtf how did we get out of a wormhole so fast??'
In this time-line, Murderbot is in no state to fight AND do complex coding attacks at the same time
(it's really in no state to be doing even one of these by the way but oh well)
that mean Pin-Lee and Gurathin are absolutely doing the majority of fighting off TargetControlSys
and then MB gets that delayed datapackage from ART
"For Eden? what the fuck does that mean?"
is it a religious message? a code?
"hey isn't there a character named that in Sanctuary Moon?" asks Ratthi
MB might be in a pitched firefight at the time but that is no reason for it to not ramble about its blorbos and how cool Eden is
Mensah starts getting an idea
They find ART's secret coding bundle
they try putting in 'Eden'. doesn't work.
okay that was too obvious. try 'Sanctuary Moon'.
nope
'SecUnit'? no
'Murderbot'? long shot but... no
since they have a copy of MB's purchase contract, they have its feed address documented. it's a real long shot, but they are desperate at this point. they try it
Re-Load in Progress. Please stand-bye.
i honestly have NO idea what MB says when ART comes online this time
maybe something super sweet and sappy. or maybe it's even less coherent than in canon
either way, the humans are like 'Holy Shit' upon realising who/what Murderbot's friend ART really is
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Gender Reveal
Pairing: Will Halstead x reader
Summary: Will and Y/n are more than ready to be parents, and at Y/n's next doctors appointment, she gets to find out the gender of their baby
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy
Word Count: 1,333 Words
"Mmm. Stop moving," I mutter sleepily.
"I'm not," Will announced from the other side of the bed.
"I wasn't talking to you," I say and turn around to face him. "The baby is kicking like every five minutes, and I can't get any sleep. Could you talk to them? Please. They love hearing your voice."
Will smiled. "I would love too." Will scooted closer to me and placed his hand on the top of my stomach, bringing his mouth closer to my 6 month pregnant belly. "Hey, peanut. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you in a few months. I've got all the nursery stuff ready to set up, and right now all I've gotta do is paint before I put everything else in there. So tomorrow is a big day. As for now, you're keeping your mother from getting sleep, and she gets grumpy when she gets no rest, so if you could get some sleep too, that'd be nice."
"Will!" I yelp and slap him softly on the back of the head.
"What? It's true," Will defended and placed a kiss on my belly. "Goodnight, peanut."
"Thank you," I murmur.
"No problem," Will returned and leaned up to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight."
The next morning, we went out our day as usual. The two of us got up, got dressed, ate some breakfast, and then headed into work. Both of us worked as ED docs at Chicago Med. It's actually how we met. I entered the ED and dropped my stuff off in the doctors' lounge before making my way to the nurses' station. My favorite charge nurse and best friend was typing away on her pager, but she looked up when she noticed me.
"Hey mama," Maggie greeted. "Where's Big Red?"
"Oh, you know him. He saw the coffee cart outside and just had to stop," I tell her.
"If he's making you give up coffee, he should be abstaining from it too," Maggie pointed out.
"Sure, but I'm not gonna take coffee away from that man. He needs it more than I ever have," I explain. "And you know how he gets without his caffeine. I'm the same way when I don't get enough sleep."
"Fair point. So, big day today," Maggie reminded me. "You excited?"
"Not as excited as you and Will and literally everyone else," I respond.
"How are you not excited? I can hardly contain myself," Maggie claimed.
"Because I'm fine with waiting, Mags. Honestly, boy or girl, it doesn't matter to me," I confess.
Maggie scoffed. "Oh come on, Y/n. You're rooting for it to be a girl. I know you."
"Well, yeah, but Will's side of the family has a lot of boys. So chances are that's what it'll be," I put forth.
"Have hope, Y/n. If you and Will both want it to be a girl then-"
I cut Maggie off. "Wait. Will wants it to be a girl?"
"You didn't know? That's all he ever talks about," Maggie mentioned. "He wants to have tea parties and learn how to braid her hair and tell bedtime stories about princesses."
"I just thought...." I trailed off. "Never mind. So, you got any cases for me?"
"I do," Maggie replied and handed me a tablet. "Have fun. And don't forget to tell me the gender later!"
"How could I ever forget?" I tease and walk away.
..................................................
"There you are," Will breathed out when he saw me relaxing in the lounge. "I've been looking for you."
"We needed a break," I declare and rub my stomach.
"Backache?" Will guessed.
"All day everyday," I joke and glance at my watch. "But I guess the break is over. I've got to get to my appointment."
"That I can't come with to," Will asserted.
"Correct," I confirm. "Because you're gonna freak out, just like you do at every appointment. And if you start to cry, I'm going to cry, and I don't want to do that in front of the doctor."
"But-"
"No buts," I interrupt and stand up. "You'll live, Will. You're not gonna die because you didn't come to this one appointment."
"I might!" Will protested playfully.
"Except you won't. I'll see you in a bit!" I call out to him as I exited the lounge.
1 Hour Later.....
I had the ultrasound picture tucked away in my coat pocket, my finger skimming the edge of it as I walked back to the ED. I knew Will was probably bursting with excitement to find out if we were having a girl or a boy, so I wanted to get back to him. However, when I got back down to the ED, I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. So, I approached the nurses' station where Maggie was standing, as usual.
"Hey, Mags. Have you seen Will?" I ask. "I can't find him."
"Yeah. I sent him up to CT to keep him under control," Maggie told me. "He kept bugging me about when you'd get back, so I had to get rid of him for a bit."
"Makes sense. Well, could you page him down here please? I have some important news to tell him," I explain.
Maggie gasped. "Your appointment! How was it?"
"Good. Great," I clarify. "The baby is healthy."
"So? Boy or girl?" Maggie implored.
I laughed. "Sorry, Mags. As much as I'd like to tell you, I have to tell Will first. But you're second on my list. Promise."
"Okay. I'll page him down here and direct him to the lounge. It'll be about five minutes," Maggie informed me.
Five minutes later, Will entered the lounge, and while he was trying to keep his cool, I could tell he was excited. He had been nothing short of thrilled since I found out I was pregnant.
"How was the appointment? Everything go okay?" Will questioned.
"Yeah. Everything's great," I answer. "Our little peanut is happy and healthy. Here's the ultrasound, if you want to look at it."
"I would love to see it," Will spoke and took a hold of the paper. "God, can you believe we've only got three more months until we're actually parents?"
"I know. These last six months have flown by so fast," I disclose. "So, you notice anything missing from the ultrasound?"
Will frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You don't notice anything missing? No body parts, especially near the bottom half of the baby? It's pretty obvious to me," I state.
"Y/n, what the hell are you talking about? I don't see anything miss-" Will stopped mid-sentence, a smile growing on his face. "Are you serious? Please tell me you're serious."
"I'm serious," I comply.
"I can't believe it! We're having a girl!" Will cheered and kissed me before pulling me in for a hug.
"We're having a girl," I repeat and squeeze him tightly. "So, what's this I hear about tea parties, hair braiding, and princess stories?"
Will laughed. "Maggie told you?"
"Yeah. Just this morning," I say. "It's cute. Adorable, really. You're gonna be an amazing father to her, Will."
"And you're gonna be an amazing mother," Will returned. "God, this is so exciting! I need to call Jay and tell him! He's been asking for updates all day."
"Of course he has. What am I gonna do with the two of you? Go ahead," I urge. "While you do that, I've got to tell a very impatient charge nurse. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
Will nodded. "Okay. Ooh, tomorrow, can we go to the store and pick out some paint? Jay's got the day off and can come over to help me paint."
"Sure. Sounds like a plan," I comment and give his hand a small squeeze. "Now go ahead and call Jay. You look like you're gonna explode. I'm going to talk to Maggie for a second, and then I'll be right back. Then the two of us can start discussing the nursery."
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"When we called him and said, ‘Hey, do you want to play this part?’ he was real excited about it, and he was like, ‘Oh yeah, I'm gonna… I have a great idea. This is going to be really scary.’ And I was like, ‘Okay, sure.’ And we all showed up full of swagger. It was like, yeah, ‘We're just gonna roll. We're gonna have somebody down there flicking the blood, because we want a little bit of splash on his chin.’ Not what you guys saw. That was a little more than we thought would happen. And Rebecca, who’s pretty fearless, was full of attitude. And when she met Jacob – he had been doing another movie, so we never rehearsed with him. I would talk to his father and he's like, ‘We're rehearsing ourselves. And it's really good. It's really good. It's really upsetting.’
He's the sweetest, most charming kid you'll ever meet. Rebecca was even, ‘Oh, get ready, Jacob! We're going to mess you up! Oh, True Knot, we're coming to get him.’ That whole group of actors, they're the bad guys. They get to strut around on set in cool costumes and say cool stuff. So they showed up to it just cocky. We started with Jacob. When we rehearsed, we didn't put any emotion into it. I was like, ‘Jacob, don't scream. We're just going to walk through it mechanically, so you don't get traumatized. We'll save it.’ … We started on him. We started on his frontal and his profile, which were running simultaneously. He's like, ‘No, I got this.’ I was like, ‘Do you want to do a dry run? You want to do anything with it?’ He said, ‘Nope, I'm good.’ And we all went to the monitor.
Rebecca gets all into character and everybody's ready. And [Jacob’s] dad leans over to me and he's like, ‘You have no idea what you're in for.’ He was kind of smirking. And I was like, ‘Okay, like, we know this is going to be a disturbing scene. It's gonna be fine, though.’ He's just smirking. He knows what's coming. We don't know. And, the general idea was, stuff's always worse in the movie than it is on the set. Like on set, the stuff tends to be fun and silly. And Jacob just lets loose. And it's what you see in the movie. He's just screaming and begging, and he’s ad-libbing, you know? He's just throwing in, ‘Please.’ And Rebecca can't get her lines out. He's just screaming over, and he's crying. And Rebecca comes in like, ‘Uh, yeah, this, this is, this is going to hurt, because fear purifies steam.’ And then she starts crying. And we’re in the van. At the time we had all the monitors in this ride, we're all in there, just staring at it, horrified. We get through to the end of the take. I’m too shocked to call cut. He's just dead. He died, and we’re all just staring at it. And I looked over to [producer] Trevor Macy and I was like, ‘What have we done?’
And Jacob's dad is just grinning. So Jacob hops up off the ground. Just, popped. There’s blood all over him. Half the crew is gone. Like, they have abandoned their posts. So during the shot, grips and electricians and stuff were like, ‘Nope.’ And they just walked away. … Jacob hopped up and his dad kind of smirked at him and they, I'll never forget it. He hopped up, walked past his dad, and they high five. His dad just put his hands up to high five, Jacob walked over to crafty to eat candy, but we were all like crying and fucked up.
[On the day he turned 12, Jacob Tremblay had to act out everyone’s worst fear: dying.] We brought out a birthday cake after [the scene]. This is all true. We had a cake that was made in the shape of the baseball jersey with the number 19. It was red velvet cake. So when you cut it up, it was red inside. And we brought that out and sang to him. It was before we saw what he was going to do, and we were all feeling really just, ‘It’s just another day.’ But then we saw what he did, and we all felt awful. We brought it out. We had cake. We sang. He's covered with blood. There are hilarious pictures of him and he’s just [with a thumbs up] with the cake and the blood. And then he just laughed and said good night. You know, ‘That was so fun everybody, bye!’ And he left and the cast recovered.
[Ewan McGregor and Cliff Curtis didn’t share a scene with Jacob Tremblay, so they weren’t on set for the murder. They showed up after, genuinely curious how things had gone.] We're all still shaking [when they show up]. Rebecca Ferguson just doesn't want to talk about it. And Ewan’s like, ‘How’d it go with the kid?’ And she’s like, ‘I don’t even want to talk about it.’ She did all of her stuff – all the shots of her when she talks to him, when he's like, ‘Is this going to hurt?’ And she's like, ‘Yessss!’ And like all the roaring in his face and stuff… he was gone. We did that after Jacob left set. She couldn't look him in the eye and do that" - Mike Flanagan on how Basball Boy scene was filmed (ReelBlend podcast)
#jacob tremblay#mike flanagan#doctor sleep#horror#rebecca ferguson#rose the hat#behind the scenes#bts#doctor sleep bts
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I like the Nemona autism post! Think you’ll make a comic about her friends like Arven, Penny, and MC helping her with her insecurities?
I have a really hard time with comics that aren't silly so I wrote this instead. SV quartet is both very fun to write and also a nightmare because none of them have an ounce of tact as a side effect of being 16. Anyways THANK U!!
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Violeta hadn’t realized Nemona was trailing off until the sudden silence snapped her back to attention. The others seemed to have noticed it too, because Arven had stopped mid-bread-buttering and Penny was doing a terrible job at pretending she wasn’t stealing glances at Nemona, her phone game abandoned. Nemona was already doing that thing that Violeta had come to expect from her, head slightly bowed and holding her braced arm to her chest like she was curling in on herself. She was the one to finally break the silence, and not to resume her rambling on the history of Johtoian boom teams.
“Do you guys think I’m, like, annoying?” Nemona asked. She seemed genuinely bothered by this out of the blue revelation, fidgeting with her tie and furrowing her brows as she flicked her gaze to each of her friends in turn. Violeta was not proud of the way she paused. Arven frowned, his gaze laser focused on the sandwich in front of him. Penny made a little noise in the back of her throat, expression pinched as she struggled to find the right words.
“Oh,” Nemona replied, the earlier enthusiasm gone from her voice like a deflated balloon. She shook her head and continued with a practiced monotony that sounded like she was reading off a script. “I’m uh… that was really inconsiderate of me. I’ll try to keep your interests in mind more when I talk. It’s rude to dominate conversations, and I… uh… sorry.”
“Hey, uh,” Penny interrupted her, concern written all over her face. “You’re not annoying, just… a lot sometimes?” She grimaced as though finding the right words was physically painful.
“Yeah!” Arven added. “I like hearing you talk about stuff. I don’t like, get it– I’m not smart like you– but it’s uh. Nice?”
“You’re not annoying,” Violeta finally said. “It’s just… you talk a lot about stuff most people don’t care about.”
Nemona looked completely crestfallen. “Yeah,” she said, back to fidgeting with her tie. “I um. I realized you all looked really bored and I didn’t really know when you started looking bored and I realized I was probably annoying you all but you were too afraid to say anything, my mom always says I’m kinda intimidating when I'm like this and that’s why no one wants to be my friend. And, uh, the doctor tells me that people don’t like it when someone talks too much because they look selfish and I’m not like that, I care about your interests too but it’s re–”
“Hey,” Arven cut her off, looking wildly uncomfortable. “That’s not, I don’t think… That’s not true.”
“Which part?” Nemona asked. Arven waved the butter knife around like he could pluck the words out of the air.
“All that weird stuff you were talking about, the whole uh, no one wanting to be your friend thing. We’re your friends.”
Penny nodded along. “I actually like it when you talk a lot, it means I don’t have to. It’s cool when you talk about stuff and I can just be on my phone or whatever. It makes things not awkward.”
“I’m not bored,” Violeta added. “And I don’t think Penny is either, her face just looks like that.”
Penny shot a look Violeta’s way, huffing.
“Yeah!” Arven reaffirmed. “It’s nice when you talk about stuff you like while I’m making sandwiches, it’s kinda calming in a way.”
“I just like hearing my friend talk about something she likes,” Violeta said.
Nemona’s expression started to brighten. “Really? You’re not mad?”
Arven waved a hand. “Ramble away.”
“Sometimes you just gotta infodump,” Penny reaffirmed, getting a quizzical look from Violeta and Arven. Nemona sat back, smile back on her face as she bounced her leg and stared up at the sky. Nemona’s excited rambling came back as quickly as it had gone, gaining confidence with each word.
“Ok, where was I…”
#new hc nemona's parents made her go to ABA#nemona#penny#arven#pokemon sv#oc: violeta#writing#ask#mod vex
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hey y'all 🤍 here's a link for INFO on jiyeon, but i'll include some bullet points here with all you need to know. in case anything here sparks ideas for your muse and you'd like to work on a plot, hmu. i do prefer dscrd, so don't hesitate to ask. oh and i'd appreciate it if you could shoot me a dm first so my account doesn't get banned trying to touch base with the likes (say literally anything, hit me with a send it to me rachel if you'd be so kind). still, if you'd rather just hit like it's fine, i'll reach out once tumblr allows me!
jiyeon is what you'd call an Interesting Girl. someone you don't call or arrange schedules with, just happen upon. someone who never calls you but can be your best friend between 11pm and 3am. a fun girl, you just don't look too long.
both her parents are dead for all intents and purposes, which's proven to be a very character defining event in her life. one of her fathers passed away before she was even code, and the other chose to virtually die to work as a doctor for terrascape when she turned 18.
as single beneficiary to both her fathers, jiyeon found herself young, alone and newly rich. she's not particularly self destructive, but choices were made. luckily? for the most part, she was too stunned by grief and anger to blow away her fortune, which now affords her a cushy life she doesn't dwell too hard on.
she's emotionally stunted, still reliving the loss of her parents somewhere in her mind at every moment. she knows a lot of people, calls them friends but struggles to connect with them, blinking in and out of their lives. death is a constant thought, not quite a morbid fascination but more of a haunting. she knows, poor little rich girl.
she writes -- tries to, anyway. she's got some essays published, wrote for a column for a hot minute, it's her definitive trade of choice. but, and not to get too meta, the thing about writing is that you do have to write. that's the tricky part. merits were a good incentive, though once they're no longer an issue, she finds herself ignoring deadlines and putting off work on the novel she's been writing for the past 4 years. she instead "gathers experiences". she has many talents that she has no interest in seriously exploring, so she entertains herself while the high lasts.
between her writing and her party girl fame, at some point along the way she amassed a following on social media that she hesitates to cut loose. they make her more interesting than she, merely human, could ever hope to be, and she doesn't know how to kill the part of her that answers to their call. it's a lie when she says she doesn't look at what they say.
adult life for her breezes by in parties with half-friends and long bouts of reclusion. she wants to be a little of everything. she enjoys reading, skiing, playing silly little meta indie games about living in hyper realities. she doesn't commit to romantic relationships, yet enjoys the hunt anyway. she takes her time, and it never seems to align with anyone else's.
& here's a rolling list of canons that could also serve as potential connections for anyone interested, will add more as they come to me:
she once got involved with a couple for some brief months and it didn't end well
one of the few things she gets competitive about is skiing
she's fucked someone's significant other purely out of spite
she has a writing group whose meetings she misses often but she isn't the only one so she feels like it's a safe space
the person she plays a random weird rpg with incognito is maybe the most consistent relationship in her life, their chats can get very personal and strange and they can go weeks on no contact but go right back to where they left off
the events surrounding gyuok pique her interest because it's the first time terra residents could potentially be hearing from a virtually deceased and because he's essentially a virtual ghost which she thinks is neat
one of her published essays focuses on a celebrity she knows personally and doesn't portray them in the best light, which soured their relationship
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A/N: Based on a few responses in favor of it, I decided to go ahead and write a little epilogue for this fic. Hope you enjoy!
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An Error in Judgment, Epilogue
Apparently incurring septicemia in the course of fieldwork tended to scare people. Deeks was granted a full four weeks of medical leave, after he was released from the hospital. The first week or so wasn’t much fun, but once his wounds and the infection began to dissipate, and his energy returned, it was almost like a paid vacation. Aside from the frequent doctor appointments.
He’d had a multitude of visitors in that time, including all of the team. Eric and Nell had come bearing a massive gift basket, balloons, and tickets to a show Deeks had wanted to see. Roberta’s visits were fraught with varying levels of hysteria and overwhelming mothering. Even Kilbride dropped but one day for a very awkward encounter.
While he hadn’t enjoyed the first part of the whole endeavor, he was healthy again and nearly back to normal. More importantly, he felt more secure in his abilities and position with NCIS than he had in years.
Now exactly four weeks and six days after he’d collapsed, Deeks walked into the bullpen, Kensi by his side. There were met by the entire team, and a variety of greetings. Based on Kensi’s smirk, she’d had forewarning about this little get together.
Deeks had just enough time to register that was back before she rushed toward him. He bent down for a hug, her arms tight around his back.
“You are not allowed to get hurt while I’m gone again,” she ordered, giving him an extra squeeze. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too.”
“Looking nice and tan there,” Sam commented when Deeks and Nell parted. He pulled him in for a one-armed hug.
“Hey, I hear sun’s supposed to be good for your health. Vitamin D and all that,” Deeks said with a grin.
Sam snorted. “Right. You spent every day in the ocean, didn’t you?”
“Oh, he tried,” Kensi divulged. “I had to remind him he was recovering from a major infection.”
“You are looking a little skinny,” Callen said helpfully. “Way better than the last time I saw you, though.”
“Thanks, man. I missed you too.”
“I can get you back to fighting weight,” Sam said, the offer somehow slightly menacing.
“Well, I think you look great,” Eric said from his perch on the edge of Kensi’s desk.
“I’m feeling pretty good. Thanks for everything you’ve done while I’ve been out. The visits, the food. The life-size CHIPs poster.” Deeks nodded at Eric for the last. “I’ve really appreciated it.”
“Like we’d let you languish at home,” Fatima said, getting to her feet. “Now, c’mon and get some cake.”
“Cake?” Deeks repeated, vaguely bemused.
“Yeah, we wanted to celebrate your return,” Rountree explained. “Do you want banana, chocolate, or vanilla?”
As the discussion of cake flavors continued, Nell taking charge of the cutting of said cake, Callen intercepted Deeks, and wordlessly handed him a coffee.
A few minutes later, they all had plates with slices of cake covered in a thick coating of red and blue icing.
“Well, well, well, so the conquering hero returns,” Kilbride drawled, strolling into the bullpen, hands tucked into his pants pockets as he eyed the cake.
“Admiral,” Deeks said.
“Morning Sir, would you like a piece?” Fatima offered, managing to keep a straight face somehow as she held out a slice of garishly covered cake. From what Deeks had gleaned, she’d been a little frosty towards Kilbride since Deeks’ collapse.
“No thank you, Agent Namazi. We have a new case, so I suggest you all finish up this little get together and head upstairs,” Kilbride said.
“We’ll be right up,” Callen said.
“Good.” Kilbride started to walk away then paused, turning back around. “It’s good to have you back, Deeks. You were missed.” He caught Deeks’ eye with a knowing, measured look. Deeks returned it was a single nod. Then Kilbride was off again, grumbling under his breath.
“Ok, what the hell was that?” Nell wondered loudly once Kilbride was out of earshot. “Did he just give you a death glare?”
“No. When I was in the hospital, Kilbride and I had a discussion. I guess you could say we’ve reached a new stage in our relationship.
“What does that mean?” Kensi asked.
“Progress,” Deeks said, tugging Kensi into his side.
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A/N: Two years after starting it, this story is officially done. Thanks so much to everyone who has stuck with it, offered their thoughts and comments, and been so supportive.
On to the next story!
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#kensi blye#densi#and team#only fluff to be had here#an error in judgment#epilogue#ejzah fanfiction
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