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Dehydration

Character: Don Flack
Prompt: Dehydration
Warnings: Symptoms of Dehydration
General Discomfort
Flack felt a bit off today. He didn't exactly know why. His neck hadn't hurt this badly since he got caught in an explosion. In the hopes of making the pain go away he had tried a heating pad yesterday night. Normally warmth helped him with everything. Don Flack is the kind of man who you'll see walking around in a hoodie even after temperatures have risen so high that not even Adam thinks it's cold anymore. This time though, the warmth only brought comfort when it was present. Flack wished he could just go back home and sleep for a week.
Headaches
Somewhere around noon a headache hit him like a truck. He had to sit down for a moment. At this moment Flack was just glad that no one was there to see this. Then again it started to dawn on him that he might need help. He dismissed this thought rather quickly and downed an ibuprofen with a huge cup of water, which caused another realization.
Thirst
He desperately needed something to drink. His mother had always told him to drink more water, but he never would've thought that this much water was necessary.
Tiredness
The day went on and Flack thought he could fall asleep right here on his desk. He was so tired, but once he finally reached his home and got into bed he felt restless and didn't manage to fall asleep for more than 20 minutes.
Loss of appetite
Flack didn't eat anything for breakfast. He couldn't stand even thinking about food right now. Normally he wouldn't leave the house without eating. Today he replaced his breakfast with a whole bottle of water and even after that he still felt thirsty.
Confusion
When he arrived at the office he immediately got a call from Stella so he made his way to the CSI lab. He found it incredibly difficult to find his way there today and when he arrived he realized that he had forgotten several things. And soon all the symptoms of the day before came crashing down onto Flack. He sat down leaning against the wall, his confused mind told him that there was a high possibility he'd die right here on the spot.
All the possibilities came crashing down onto him and he couldn't handle it. So he just sat there feeling miserable.
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New concept: Johnny Lawrence hires the A-Team to deal with Kreese
#the a-team#cobra kai#johnny lawrence#john kreese#the karate kid#this would be in the 80s tho#most likely in karate kid 2
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Patrick Bateman is like Gayle
#american psycho#patrick bateman#gayle#I don't even know anymore#what even is my thought process these day
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All the TV shows I have watched brought me to this point where I need Cobra Kai and NCIS L.A. crossover just to see Hetty and Granger interacting with Kreese
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Here we go again
Designer Shades Part 1
An Ainsley Whitly x Bateman! Reader Story
Summary: (Y/N) Bateman tries to life a decent life in New York City, which is not easy with the last name of a serial killer. Things get even weirder when they start to fall for Ainsley Whitly. (Reader is the child of Jean and Patrick Bateman. This follows now specific timeline and might at times be very different than what happened in canon)
Warnings for this chapter: Psychiatry/Prison (implied), mention of handcuffs, mention of mental illness, Patrick Bateman
There were few people (Y/N) Bateman hated more than their own father. That didn't stop them from paying him a visit every third Thursday of the month. Today was one of these days. The third Thursday of November to be correct.
(Y/N) was sitting on one end of the table. Patrick was sitting opposite to them. His hands were chained to the table.
"You look so incredibly drained, child. Did you drop your morning routine?", Patrick Bateman didn't really care for the well-being of his child, he cared very much for if they looked presentable though . "That's none of your business, I didn't have a morning routine to begin with and I'm only here for mom's sake. You know that". "You told me countless times , I am aware". "So anything new going on around here? Do they feed you? Keep you from inflicting harm other people? Oh wait no one wants to befriend you anyways", (Y/N) didn't care if they were being rude, their father didn't deserve better. "Did I raise you to be that impolite or is it just your friends having a bad influence on you?" "You didn't raise me at all, it was mom who raised me and she did a pretty decent job", they needed to be clear that their mother, Jean, was a way better person than Patrick Bateman could ever be. "Alright, how is Jean doing these days?", somehow Jean was always worth a bit of Batemans attention. "Same as always. I don't know why, but she still somehow cares for you", the truth was that Jean cared deeply about every person on earth which was part of her problem.
"That's lovely, I always knew Jean wasn't as shallow as all those other people", the look on Patrick's face showed that he felt at least some kind of emotion for Jean. A short pause followed. Patrick Bateman then proceeded to take both of (Y/N)'s hands in his own and asked: "And how have you been holding up?". What (Y/N) wanted to say was: "I'm mentally unstable as always and can't tell anyone why. It's all your fault". What they actually said was:"I' ve been listening to my best of the Pogues album and Bruce Springsteen on your stereo while wearing your Ray-Bans and an exact copy of one of Bryan Ferry's stage outfits". Patrick's face showed a hint of concern. (Y/N) continued: "I took mom out for dinner at Dorsia". Patrick's eyes widened at the mention of the restaurant: "Dorsia's still open?". "Of course it is, it's a pretty run down place though. But I loved it there". "How did you get a reservation?" "Do I look like a person who makes reservations?" "You're telling me you got into Dorsia without a reservation?" "I did, because no one goes there anymore. But mom wanted to go there so it's what we did", (Y/N) considered telling their father that Dorsia was considered 'vintage' these days and that they'd definitely seen some hipster college students there, but he wasn't familiar with the terminology so they dropped it. "Anything else? How's your brother?", at least Patrick Bateman still asked for the whole family. "He's doing great, he's very successful at what he's doing", (Y/N) weren't going to drop the fact that their brother was starring in a musical. "That's very nice", Patrick let go off (Y/N)'s hands and leaned back in his chair. (Y/N) stood up. "I'll have to go now, see you next month", and they left.
#prodigal son#reader insert fanfiction#american psycho#patrick bateman#ainsley whitly x reader#ainsley whitly#gender neutral reader#multiple chapters#crossover#crossover fanfiction
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This is a teaser for a series I'm writing at the moment. I have a feeling my series is too niche for my writing blog so I'll put it here.
Mistletoe Alert
Ainsley Whitly x Reader (romance)
Hey guys, I got inspired and wrote this thing. It is also kind of a teaser for an Ainsley series that I'm writing at the moment. Merry Christmas!🎄
Warnings: crowd of people, kissing
Note: inspired by the Christmas scene from American Psycho
It was the week before Christmas and Jessica Whitly was throwing a big Christmas party. You weren't sure if it was for charity or not but Ainsley had wanted you to come so here you were.
"Mistletoe alert", Ainsley kissed you on the mouth out of nowhere. "Oh Ainsley, I'm glad you found me in this mess", the Whitly home was gigantic and packed full of people. "I'm glad you're here. Let's see what mom planned for this", Ainsley took your hand and lead you over into the living room where Jessica was standing. On your way you quickly waved at Malcolm and Gil who were both sitting on a couch looking about as exhausted as you were. Big parties with a ton of rich people weren't exactly your thing.
"Oh my God, (Y/N), you're here!", Jessica pulled you into a hug, "I was just thinking about how nice it would be if we had a child running around at this Christmas party, I mean it would still be a baby next year if…", Jessica didn't get much further. Ainsley cut her off: "Mom, we're not planning for a baby yet, stop it. Look at (Y/N), they're so pale, you're stressing them out". You just stared back and forth between your girlfriend and her mother. How did conversation between them get out of hand this fast all the time. "I'm sorry, (N/N). I just got carried away with this", at least Jessica's apology sounded genuine for once. You decided that something had to happen to keep this party from being a complete waste of time.
The Christmas party at your mom's place had been much more fun. Your aunt had decided to do everyone's makeup and you had played a chocolate eating race which of course was won by your uncle Luis and then you had spent the evening dancing to Christmas songs with Ainsley. Now this party was full of Wall Street people and they all looked exactly the same.
"Come on, we'll find something fun to do", said Ainsley and once again she started dragging you along into another room. You had to greet a bunch of people before you finally sat down on a couch. Ainsley had decided that you should try every single food that Jessica had bought for this party and she went to fix you a plate. You waited for her longer than it would take to get food so you looked around and found her stuck in a conversation with McDermott.
Once caught in a conversation with him it was impossible to leave until he finished talking and one thing that McDermott enjoyed was talking about himself specifically. An orchestral version of 'please come home for Christmas' started playing. You decided to take action. You made your way through a crowd, successfully avoiding Tim Price and grabbed a mistletoe out of Jessica's table decorations. McDermott didn't see this coming. Ainsley looked relieved.
"Mistletoe alert!", you kissed Ainsley, lightly punched McDermott's shoulder in a way that he could probably interpret as a friendly gesture and dragged Ainsley away back into the living room. "Thanks for saving me, I was kind of stuck", Ainsley took your hand. "No problem, I can't have McDermott holding my girlfriend hostage like that", for a while you both just sat there in silence. "Ainsley?" "Yeah?" "Merry Christmas" "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)"
#prodigal son#ainsley whitly#ainsley whitly imagine#ainsley whitly x reader#jessica whitly#malcolm bright#gender neutral reader#reader insert fanfiction#christmas
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Hello everyone!
Throughout the years I've been hyperfixating on many things and written lots of stories but not really finished them.
Those include some extremely niche crossovers and AUs and to see if anyone else has thought of them too I decided to post some summaries on here.
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