#I swear to god I suck at human anatomy so much

[hawt-pants-exe]

Day 6 of ineffable May

Apology

Uahwhhwhwhwh I made him cute somehow but DAMN I suck at drawing hoomans 😭

[mangoisms]

omg i hadn’t even thought about the hierarchy of needs in that way, it actually makes a lot of sense, but yeah that’s actually a really good idea thank you! and yeah thank you so much for the help i really appreciate it, i’ve been just having like a ton of fun connecting certain characters to psych so yeah. also i will definitely give those a read! i think they’ll fit really well with the stuff i’ve already got too, and i needed more examples to do you also just saved me like an hour of searching so i am forever indebted to you 🙏🏼. i’ll definitely elaborate on that more in the project and let you know how i do lolol.

and since we’re doing memory rn (thank god we moved past the anatomy stuff. eugh. anyways. ) i connected tim’s recollection of the night dicks parents died in a lonely place of dying to arousal theory, and flashbulb memory, since he said he had nightmares about it which in my opinion was a pretty solid connection so i’m fairly confident i’ll get those points

but yeah i have seen some jason and babs stuff here and there and it’s just?? odd. but like i don’t dislike it enough to not read something that has it lol so yeah i’ll check those out! ALSO off topic but i saw something once about bruce and babs?? like they were kissing. and stuff. which is??? um??? it was animated but i have no idea what it was but i did not like it 😭

totally meant to answer this earlier so sorry!!! but!! here i am <3

of course! super happy to help! it's kind of niche really HAHA talking about psych and the bats, so it is very fun to do it!

glad you're having a better time in class now too!!! i had registration for the spring this week and we had like. three options for our singular elective and all of them kind of sucked so i had to go with human cognition which i am Very Scared about but a classmate whose advisor is the prof for the class says his classes are easy/the prof is nice so i am hopeful 🤞 that it will be ok 😭

that's really neat though!!! i have to be honest i had to google some of that it has been Very Long since i had my intro class... super cool though!!! i hope you get points for that too hehe it certainly sounds like a good connection!

i was thinking of bruce and lifespan perspective theory (in developmental psych ^_^ since i'm taking that class rn), there's something called multifinality and equifinality. multifinality is usually when people have similar backgrounds but it is still possible for them to end up in very different places or with different outcomes. equifinality is sort of the opposite, where different initial conditions or experiences can lead to similar outcomes or developmental trajectories.

i think there's something to be said about equifinality and bruce losing his parents at a young age and being defined by that, then becoming the batman as a result of it, then you look at tim who, initially, had both of his parents, became robin, then lost his mom, and then lost his dad, and ultimately wound up as an orphan too. they started in very different places and ended up in similar ones.

i wanted to use dick and bruce for multifinality (similar beginnings and all) but i do wonder if their outcomes are that different... you know what i am going to go with, yeah, they are different, dick deserves that much HAHA i won't say he's turned out like bruce, i don't think he has LOL

anyway kind of got carried away with that but YEAH. god i should've brought that up in class. anyway LMAO

no yeah three jokers is questionable in quality i only re-read it for the pretty art HAHA. and oooh yeah i've heard about that... it is SO weird... babs i'm gonna get u out of there i swear...

ANYWAY! good luck with everything <333

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Teachers Pet

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Elliot needs help in biology, well, more so the human anatomy aspect of biology. Luckily for him, his best friend is very intelligent and a very big help.

Song: "all the good girls go to hell" by Billie Eilish

Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, Elliot being cute.

A/n: Hello folks. This is one of the requests that I've been putting off and truly a genius idea. I'm sweating so I hope you enjoy.

Elliot sucked at school sometimes.

He typically just assumed he would know the content of the test because he partially read over that weeks chapter. He also used 'fake it till you make it' at least ten times a day in every situation possible so it was obvious that he didn't really try at much.

I've been telling him for years that it wasn't a very efficient method of studying and if he wanted help that I would help him. I'd always put aside anything for my best friend and his wants and needs.

I did well in school, had a perfect studying regime down and he knew this. He knew that I was the brains out of the two of us and it was only a matter of time that he would take advantage of it.

"I have a question." Elliot announces, rolling over on my bed and tossing his textbook aside. "Why do I need to know the female anatomy to pass my senior year?" He asks, his brows pulled together in annoyance as I giggle, setting my book down on my desk. I swivel in my chair to look at him, my head tilting teasingly at him.

"Maybe it's cuz they knew you couldn't find the clit to save your life." I taunt, his eyebrows raising in shock as he looks back to the book, his lips parted.

"You're mean." He whispers, feigning offense. A small giggle leaves my lips as I roll my eyes. "No, like, I get the basic understanding but all the diagrams, the hormones- fuck." He covers his face in anguish, letting out a loud, frustrated groan. Making my way over to the bed, I take the book from beside him to glance over the crude images. Noticing my presence, he tilts his head to look at me, a pout on his lips as he huffs.

"Don't pout." I whisper, my hand reaching over to pat his chest. He just sighs loudly, his gaze flickering to the book once more. "Is this you asking for my help?" I ask with a giggle, his head bobbing in a sassy nod. "Why don't you just like watch fucking porn and learn what everything is?" I ask, my eyes trailing over his face as he tucks his lip between his teeth, his gaze avoiding mine.

"Cuz, uh, it would be pretty hard to learn when I can't pay attention." He chuckles sheepishly, my cheeks warming at his words. "Plus, you've gone on and on about how smart you are so, come on..." He trails off, my head spinning at his quiet pleas. "Teach me."

I would be stupid to ignore the throbbing between my thighs right now. I've always been attracted to Elliot, my thighs clenching whenever he'd stretch, my heart pounding every time he changed in front of me. He's unbelievably attract and kind, it was just unfortunate that I didn't see it sooner. Maybe then we wouldn't be friends but more.

"You're telling me you've never gone down on a girl?" I ask abruptly, the thought finally occurring to me that maybe he had never had any experience with the female body other than plain sex. Elliot blushes bashfully, his body rolling to press his face into the mattress. "Oh my god, no wonder you suck at female anatomy!" I giggle, reaching over to shove him as he groans.

"Shut the fuck up! Just cuz I'm not some experience sex god doesn't mean that I don't know what I'm doing." He laughs, turning to look at me as he grabs the book, his eyes fluttering over the page. "It's just- It's like names to faces. Like I know what the things are but to point them out is the fucking hard part." He mutters, running his fingers through is hair as he turns to me, his gaze pleading.

"So, you need to be able to see them to be able to point them out?" I ask, in need of more clarification, my heart pounding in my chest as he sends me a nervous nod. "Is that something you'd want me to help you with?" I question quietly, my tongue slipping out to wet my cracked, dry lips. He hesitates for a moment but he doesn't seem surprised by my offer.

"Would that be weird?" I let out a little scoff at his question, my eyes flickering away from his nervously.

"Yeah, it would be weird but, uh..." I trail off, my cheeks heating up as I shake my head, shocked that we're even having this conversation. This conversation is something out of one of my wet dreams, Elliot's eyes not leaving my face as he smiles.

"Apparently I have a point to prove since you seem to believe that I've never gone down on a girl." He snorts, my eyes widening at his teasing. Is that him saying that he wants to go down on me?

"I said you could look, not touch." I add, his head shaking as he rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"We'll see about that." Fuck. My thighs tense at his words, a nervous sigh leaving my lips as I send him a knowing look. He knows me better than anyone on the planet, he knows that I would want him touch me. Not like I'd thought about it since puberty.

Elliot and I sit up at the same time, both of our expressions share our inner nervousness. This wasn't the most intimate conversation we've ever had, no, but this was the first time that anything more than a kiss came from it.

"Hey, you can trust me. I'm not like gonna make it weird or anything." Elliot whispers reassuringly, my rapid heart rate decreasing a bit at his comforting words. "Plus, you're doing me a solid." He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck as I chuckle.

"Well considering no one's ever gone down on me before, I think that you're the one doing me a solid." I snort, laying back on the bed as I stare at the fan. Elliot just chuckles quietly, his hands resting on the tops of my thighs as I catch my breath. I avoid his curious gaze as he slips my leggings off, his breath audibly catching in his throat at the sight of me in my panties.

"Fuck." He whispers, my hands reaching up to cover my face as I laugh nervously. "No, you're good- fuck. You're just really fucking pretty." He points out, his eyebrows raised as I look down at him. He's kneeling obediently in between my thighs, his eyes flickering between my open thighs and my face. "I don't know if you wanna, uh..." He trails off, motioning to my panties as I snort, my hands reaching out to slap his arm.

Rolling his eyes, his fingers hook in my panties, pulling them off of my body as I sigh breathlessly. I feel him shift on the bed, his stomach resting on the bed and his head between my thighs. I practically fall apart at the sight, my fingers weaving through my hair nervously.

"Okay." He whispers, his hands reaching over to grab the book as he clears his throat. I shiver at the feeling of his curls tickling the inside of my thighs, my eyes flickering down to meet his. His gaze is unreadable, his pupils blown as he glances downwards. My hips jump a bit at the feeling of his fingers against my lower stomach, teasing his way down as he sighs.

"Pubic bone." He mutters under his breath, his hand resting on top of my pelvis as his eyes flicker to the book. "Fuck, this is way more difficult than I thought it would be." He laughs nervously, his fingers moving to gently brush against my slit. I stifle a moan as I tilt my head, my fingers reaching to fist the material of the blanket beneath me. "Labia majora." He whispers, his index and middle finger gently brushing over either side of my lips, spreading them gently as he groans. "Fuck, you're wet- is this seriously turning you on that much?" He asks breathlessly, my hands hiding my face as I nod.

"Just get through all the fucking terms so we can be done with this please." I whisper, suddenly feeling embarrassed as my thighs tense around his head. He doesn't say anything, just ventures further as he lists off the terms under his breath. I try to calm my breathing, my chest heaving as the room falls quiet, the only sound being the book pages flipping. His thumb softly brushes over my clit, a small whine leaving my lips as he chuckles proudly.

"Told you I could find it." He whispers, my eyes looking down at him as he smirks. His thumb circles over my clit once more, the sensitivity almost unbearable as I moan, my body raising to rest on my elbows. "You like that?" He asks, repeating the motion as I bite my lip, not trusting my words. His eyes are dark as he looks down at his motions. The scene itself makes me drip, Elliot's quiet hums in approval making my head spin.

"Fuck, El." I whimper, my head lolling to the side as I watch him. I feel his arms gently wrap around my legs, one hand pressing my hips into the mattress as the other finds my clit once more. My hips jolt at the feeling, Elliot's lips pressing against my inner thigh as I whine. "Fuck, please-" He laughs gently at my pleading, my snarky comebacks caught in my throat as all the anxiety leaves my system.

"I never knew you thought about me like this." He whispers, his lips trailing kisses all the way down my thighs, down to my soaking core. "I bet this isn't the first time you've thought about me like this, hmm?" He asks, a small please leaving my lips as he continues his teasing. "This isn't the first time I've thought about it- fuck." Moans slip from my throat as he gently swipes his fingers through my slit, his fingers gently prodding at my entrance. My hips wiggle in need as he gives in, his fingers slipping into me as I arch my back. "Fuck, you are so goddamn gorgeous." He mutters, more to himself than me as his lips lower to my clit. I gasp at the feeling of his tongue against me, lapping up anything that I have to give him. Gaining some confidence from his quiet moans, my fingers reach down to lace in his hair, pulling gently. "I can't tell who's liking this more, me or you." He laughs, nibbling my thigh playfully as I squeal out a laugh.

"You." I tease, but my snarky attitude didn't hold up long as the speed of his fingers increase, his lips wrapping around my clit as he sucks. I let out a long strung out moan as my hips try to raise off the bed but he just presses them down to the bed with a groan. There's no doubt in my mind that I'd have bruises on my hips in the morning, the thought making me beyond excited. My high grows closer and closer, my squeals loud as I pull him against me. "Please don't stop, don't stop-" I beg, his lips pulling away from me as his thumb takes over.

"You gonna cum?" He asks lowly, my eyes flickering down to him as I nod, my lips parting in a loud sigh. He looks pleased by my expression, sweat dripping down my forehead as my walls flutter against his fingers. "Fuck- do it. Cum for me." He whispers and I do, the feeling of his fingers edging me on and his lips returning to my sensitive bundle of nerves finally pushing me over the edge. "Oh my god." Elliot moans, pressing gentle kisses against my thigh as he looks up at me, his lips glistening. He helps me through my high, my hips twitching every so often as he laughs. He slips his fingers from me slowly, a groan leaving my lips at the sensitivity and emptiness. "So, uh, whatcha thinking?" He asks nervously after a few moments but there's truly no thoughts going through my head. Just the image of him between my thighs and the question of if he would ever do that again.

"Yeah, you're gonna ace that test."

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[upamongthestarss]

Perfect Timing//Bill Denbrough x fem reader

Please be kind! This is only my second time publishing on tumblr, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but here we are!

Warnings: smut, brief mention of fem oral receiving, swearing, mild angst, underage drinking

Spring break came way too slowly, especially for Y/n. Freshman year of college is said to be one of the best years of your life, but it’s definitely the worst. Her high school was entirely too easy for her, probably because her teachers were just idiots. Then college hit, and the workload was unbearable. Not to mention, she grew homesick for her parents and her best friends and even a tiny bit for Bill. 

Oh, how she hated Bill back home. 

Well, okay, she didn’t hate him, it was more of just a mutual tension that sometimes led to the Losers separating them at all costs. 

They went on a few dates freshman year, and even kissed once, but it all ended when popular Autumn asked Bill to “help her with English” at lunch one day. He completely forgot to tell Y/n, but didn’t think much of the whole affair anyway. When Y/n walked out of the lunch line, she smiled at her newly official boyfriend. He was hunched over a piece of paper, diligently writing with ginger hair falling into his eyes. When Autumn saw her coming over, she tapped Bill on the shoulder, and kissed him full on the mouth when he turned to her.

Y/n’s hands went slack, causing her tray to clatter to the ground. Tomato soup splattered all over her new white Keds. She obviously looked down to see the damage, and missed Bill pushing Autumn off of him. He went over to check on her and help her clean up, but she stormed off to the bathrooms. 

From then on out, there’s been so much tension between them. Even though Bill explained what happened countless times, she’s absolutely refused to listen. She’s had trust issues after her biological father cheated on her mother when she was little, and this, well, this basically made them inflate like the economy. She wasn’t on speaking terms with him until the end of the school year, and even then their friendship was rocky.

But there was also a sexual tension. Bill and Y/n still had blatantly obvious feelings for each other, whether they wanted to admit or not. In fact, they even went to senior prom together, but it ended in disaster. There was a dramatic exit from Y/n when he mentioned how he was on good terms with Autumn now, and she was really sorry for what happened. 

“Why the hell would you bring that up now?” Y/n rose from her seat.

“B-b-because she t-told me she w-wanted us to-”

“Can’t we just completely forget what happened back then? It was so long ago.”

Bill flushed. “Well, it r-r-really seems l-like you’ve n-n-never forgotten ab-about it these past th-three years.”

She threw her napkin on the table and left after saying, “You’re a dick.”

That night she vented to Eddie and ultimately admitted to having feelings for him, but he knew that all along anyway.

That night was the last time they talked until it was time for Bill to leave for NYU.

“Good luck,” she told him, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously. 

“Th-thank you, Y/n, y-you too!” he was so excited that day that he even pulled her into a hug, much to her surprise (and delight). 

And now, here she is, on the plane to Palm Springs. It’s a long flight from Marywood, so Y/n uses her time to finish her homework. She’s majorly jetlagged by the time she lands at Palm Springs International. Luckily, the cab ride isn’t ridiculously long. When she gets to Richie’s beach house, he’s on the porch with his feet up and a daiquiri in hand.

“Y/N!!!!” he shouts, putting his drink to the side and running down the stairs.

“RICHIE!!!!” she yells back, dropping her bags to run and hug him. 

“Oh, it’s been so long!”

“I know!! And holy shit, your house is gorgeous!”

“I’m telling you, Y/n, I lucked out so much by scoring that audition. Can you believe it? Rich Records Tozier, the nation’s youngest beloved DJ.”

“Hardly,” she chuckles. “So how is the life of fame treating you?”

“Oh, brilliant. Come on in, I’ll give you a tour,” he scoops up her bag and leads her to the door. It’s an incredible house, with a beautiful kitchen and even a movie theater. 

“And here’s your room,” he gestures to the first door upstairs. 

“May I?” she asks, hand on the doorknob. 

“Be my guest.”

She swings it open to a redheaded girl on one of the two beds. She looks up from her magazine, smirking. “Hey, roomie!”

“Bev!” Y/n shrieks as her best friend runs to her and practically knocks her over. 

“When did you get here?!” 

“About an hour ago. Stan’s here too, but he’s taking a nap.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Y/n grins mischievously. 

“Everyone else is supposed to get here tomorrow morning, except for Mike. He’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, thank God. No Bill for a half day more.”

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be so close-minded,” Bev giggles and they sit down on the same bed, bursting with so much to catch up on. Richie doesn’t know if he should sit down with them or just go back to his daiquiri, but the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell,” he says, getting the side eye in response. 

The girls talk for hours until they decide to say hello to Mike. Y/n stops at the bathroom first, and it takes her a while to find the kitchen after that. She has to follow the voices and Richie’s booming laugh.

“Sorry, I got lost,” she says, turning in the kitchen. “Hi, Mi-”

The third person talking to Richie and Beverly is not Mike.

It’s Bill. And she looks like a total bum in her old sundress and messy ponytail. She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, either.

“Y/n.”

“Bill. Good to see you,” she holds out her hand professionally. He shakes it.

Is it good to see him? Looking at his cerulean eyes certainly sends butterflies through her stomach and through… other parts of her body.

“Y-you too.”

That immaculate stutter. She sits down at a barstool and crosses her legs together tightly. Richie and Beverly are quick to notice it, but restrain from commenting.

“I thought you were coming in tomorrow morning?” 

She doesn’t sound rude or accusatory, just curious.

“M-my flight got c-c-cancelled.”

“Okay, gotcha.” 

She drums her fingertips on the counter restlessly, not really knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Richie has a plan in case things get awkward between these two- and he’s already having to use it.

“Anyone want a drink?”

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“Nursing school is so insane. In anatomy, our teacher dissected a literal human body, and we had to examine it.”

“Eddie, please. We’re eating,” Y/n coughs. 

“It was disgusting, but it was also fascinating,” he defends himself.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Ben shrugs. 

“Y/n, tell us more about Marywood,” Eddie says, but she’s way too busy watching Bill talk to Richie’s cute next door neighbor while holding her little sister.

“You’re so good with her!” she simpers, tossing her shiny brown hair.

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?”

“What?” 

“How’s Marywood?” 

“Oh, it’s… fine.”

“Just fine? Did you pick a major yet?”

She shakes her head.

“What about that guy? Are you still with him?”

“David? No, we were together for a while, but I guess the spark just kinda died. I mean, he initiated the breakup, but it was all mutual.”

Eddie squirts a dollop of sunscreen the size of a clementine in his hand. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Y/n shrugs, averting her gaze back to Bill. She’s very glad that she's wearing sunglasses, to hide her stares.

The cute girl was right, he is good with that little girl. Her heart would be melted, but Bill keeps flirting with the older sister. It’s disgusting.

And then, that girl has the audacity to drop the rattle she shook in the baby’s face. Y/n is close enough to hear the conversation, or at least read lips.

“Oh, l-l-l-let m-me get that.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” she smiles, bending over so stealthily so that her breasts are all but out of that bikini.

“Ugh,” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“What’s up?” Ben asks.

“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she stands up and walks almost catatonically to the door.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she finds a glass and slams it on the table. 

“D-damn, Y/n. That’s n-n-not a napkin, you kn-know.”

She jumps at Bill’s voice. He obviously followed her in, and she’s not too thrilled about it.

“Funny,” she replies, searching the cabinets. “Do you want anything?”

“I-I was ac-actually getting d-drinks.”

“Oh, for you and your new girlfriend? Hey, let me know when the wedding is. That is, if I even get on the guest list.”

“What’s your p-p-problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

Y/n finds a bottle of straight vodka and pours it right in the glass.

“Hey, its eh-eh-eleven AM,” Bill warns her, reaching for the glass. Unfortunately, their hands grab for it at the same time and it goes crashing to the ground. 

“Great, thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t w-want you to be w-w-wasted all d-day.”

“Listen, Bill,” she takes a deep breath. “I really appreciate your concern. I do. But it’s my life, and if I want to get wasted this early, then no one should stop me.” 

He doesn’t answer. They both grab rags and start to clean up around their feet.

“Th-this kind of r-r-reminds me of a certain sit-situation involving t-tomato soup,” Bill risks saying.

It was a terrible idea.

“Are you kidding me? I thought we moved on from that!”

“Yeah, so w-w-we can j-joke about it now!”

She’s silent for a minute, a blend of wrath and sadness.

“Just,” Y/n says, “Just go back out with your girlfriend.”

“I-I-I h-hardly know- o-okay, what the hell is y-y-your problem? We’re n-not together an-anymore!!! You sh-sh-shouldn’t c-care about my l-l-love life.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” she stands up, vodka dripping from the rag to her toes. “I don’t care that I shouldn’t care. I do care! I’ve always cared!” 

Bill is speechless, and she honestly doesn’t blame him. Y/n assumes he doesn’t feel the same about her. After all, they haven’t dated since freshman year. Sighing, she puts the rag in the sink and walks back outside.

She’s opening up her book and lying on her stomach to get a tan when Y/n hears an obnoxious “Excuse me?”

She looks up to the girl, who could literally be a bikini model.She looks at Y/n like she’s a piece of dirt, and Y/n just wants to smack her. She could never hurt anyone, though.

“Um, do you know when Bill will be back with the drinks?”

“Not a clue.”

******

Bill absolutely could not stop thinking of Y/n all day. He never really can, ever, but his thoughts have been out of control all damn day. They range from wild fantasies to regrets from way back when to just simply: She still likes me, she still likes me, she still likes me!!!!

He wants more than anything to talk to her and confess he’s been in love with her since high school, maybe even before that. But some small voice in Bill’s head tells him that even if she does have feelings, she won’t want to act on them. After all, he’s been nothing but an asshole to her.

Then again, so has she.

It’s really ironic that they’re so abrasive towards each other. Y/n is so kind and friendly to everyone she meets; that’s why Bill fell for her. And everyone tells him that he’s nothing but a sweetheart. And he’s always treated his every girlfriend like a princess. 

But it’s Y/n he wants as a girlfriend, and it always has been. 

Y/n comes running down the stairs, using the bansiters to prop herself up and skip the last couple steps. She’s been strangely lighthearted after she made that confession to Bill. It had been a weight on shoulders for the longest time, after all. And now that it’s out of the bag, she feels as if she can finally move on.

Holy shit, she’s so cute, Bill says to himself. She has this youthful energy, but the looks of a gorgeous young woman. Not to mention her outfit- a pastel yellow halter top, short jean shorts, and a sky blue scrunchie- looks magnificent.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” she grins widely. “Sorry for the holdup!”

“You’re good,” Richie replies. “We were just figuring out transportation, considering I can only take five of us in my car.”

“I don’t mind taking the trunk,” Y/n shrugs. “Anyone else?” 

“I will,” Beverly volunteers. 

“Okay, great, and five of you can squish in the backseat. Mike claimed shotgun earlier.”

Everyone else groans while he flashes a smile and gives them finger guns.

“So charming,” Bev laughs and grabs Y/n’s hand. They run out to the car and squish in the trunk.

“Bev, I have to tell you something,” Y/n whispers.

“What?”

“I’m still not over Bill.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” she responds sarcastically.

“How did you know that? I only told Eddie!”

“It was just a little obvious,” she laughs. “And the good news is that we all think he feels the same way!”

“I don’t think he does, Bev,” Y/n shakes her head.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I told him today-”

“You what?”

“Shush!” she scolds as the boys get in the car. Luckily they’re all talking and can’t hear the girls if they whisper. “It just sort of... slipped out. But he didn’t even say anything. He just kind of… froze? It was so awkward.”

“You know he’s a little awkward around girls that he likes.”

“Is he, though?”

“Sure he is!”

“I don’t know, Bev. He stood there for a full thirty seconds without saying anything, and he just let me leave,” Y/n explains. “I think if he really liked me, he would have told me by now.”

Beverly gets quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Hey, it’s okay! The timing was never right, and that- that happens. And it’s better I know now so I’m not hung up on him for the rest of my life.”

The rest of the drive is mostly just Beverly telling Y/n that there’s someone out there for her, and to keep her eyes open at the restaurant. 

It’s a bright restaurant, very tropical and very flamboyant. A lush plant, obviously made of silicon, is the centerpiece of every table. 

Good, it can hide me from Bill and spare my embarrassment, Y/n thinks as she sits opposite him. Unfortunately, Ben asks the hostess to take it away so he can see everyone. Y/n is mortified. Being directly across from her, he can watch and judge the girl the entire dinner.

She tries her hardest the whole meal not to pay Bill any mind, but it gets difficult when he starts getting tipsy. And drunk Bill can be wild. Singing and dancing on the tables wild. Luckily he isn’t at that point yet.

She doesn’t even know how he was able to buy drinks here; he’s only nineteen. The waitress must have a crush on him or something. Maybe she and Richie’s neighbor could start a Bill fanclub.

Y/n has a feeling the waitress would ask for her ID, though, so she sticks to soda. And three Shirley Temples is never good on anyone’s bladder.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announces. “Anyone else?”

Everyone shakes their heads. Everyone except…

“Me! M-m-me!” Bill waves his hand around like a hyper child.

“Great, I’m a babysitter now,” Y/n murmurs.

She starts walking to the bathroom, Bill hot on her heels. Surprisingly enough, when she finishes peeing, he’s actually waiting for her. 

“F-f-finally. G-g-girls take so long in the buh-buh-bathroom.”

She ignores him.

“Y/nnnnn,” he slurs. “I’ve been m-m-meaning to t-t-tell you, your a-a-ass looks fantastic in th-those shorts.”

“Because that’s not a rude thing to say at all,” she replies, feeling her face burn up.

“I’m n-n-not trying to be r-rudeeee,” Bill grabs her waist and pulls her in. Y/n can smell all the alcohol on his breath, and it’s disgusting. He kisses her full on the mouth.

She shoves him off, embarrassed by his behavior. “You’re drunk.”

“If b-b-being drunk makes me w-w-want to m-make out with you, I-I-I never want t-to be so-sober.”

That hits Y/n hard. Bill Denbrough wants her. But only when he’s drunk. 

He doesn’t love her in his right mind. This is all she has, and she can’t even fathom just taking advantage of him when he’s drunk. Using someone would hurt her in such an inexplicable way, and not to mention it would tear whatever small bond she had with Bill into shreds.

She plops back down in her seat, barely touching the rest of her food or speaking for the rest of the night.

When she gets to her shared room with Bev, Y/n takes a shower. She’s always loved showers because they’re a place where you can cry without risk of anyone hearing over the water running.

And that’s exactly what Y/n does. She lets the tears stream down her face, washed away by the showerhead’s water.

*******

Bill knows he got plastered last night, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up with a pounding headache. But he isn’t sure why Y/n is so quiet, especially around him. Usually she has a remark or at least a glare for him, but she seems almost meek today.

He pulls Beverly aside at one point, and asks if he did anything to her last night.

“I don’t know, Bill. You guys went to the bathroom at the same time, and when you came back, Y/n seemed really upset.”

“L-l-like angry, or s-sad?”

“Sad. But she didn’t tell me anything that happened. I’m sorry, Bill.”

“It’s o-o-okay. Th-Thanks, Bev.”

He spends the rest of the day trying to remember something- anything- from last night. Bathrooms. Bathrooms.

There are some vignettes. Y/n across from him, in that pretty top. Watching her ass as she walked to the bathrooms. 

Oh, shit. Bill made some sort of comments about those shorts. What happened after that? He kissed her, didn’t he? But why would that make her sad?

When evening rolls around, Bill still doesn’t remember anything new. He’s the only one in the living room, not even paying attention to the TV. His friends come bounding down the stairs, all wearing sneakers and athletic outfits.

“A-a-are you g-guys going somewhere?”

“Yeah, to the new rope climbing place,” Stan replies. 

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She has vertigo, and wanted to stay here. We thought you could stay here so she’s not alone all night.”

“You d-d-didn’t th-think about asking me f-first?”

“We drew names out of a hat,” Beverly steps in. “You just weren’t around when we did it.”

“Isn’t that a l-l-little ruh-rude to Y-Y/n? One of us is g-g-going to st-stay with her instead of h-having fun?”

“No, Bill, it was the opposite!” Richie tries to save the group, much to their chagrin. “We were voting on who didn’t get to stay home with Y/n. And you won! You get to!”

���Wh-what i-if I want to donate m-my win?”

“Doesn’t work like that. Wins are final.”

It’s all BS, and Bill knows it. There never was a hat draw, everyone knows that Bill and Y/n have a lot to work out, and they don’t want the two to go back from spring break with even more animosity for each other. 

Also, they know that the two have feelings that have been expressed so wrongly over the years. Maybe now it’s time to work them out.

“So we’re going to head out now; have fun with Y/n!” Eddie waves, and they run out excitedly.

 Bill sighs, not knowing what he’s going to do with Y/n all night. Maybe she’ll just be antisocial and hide in her room all night, but he personally hopes she won’t. He decides to hang out by the pool for a while, and changes into his swim trunks.

By the time he gets outside, though, Y/n is already there. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and watching the little waterfall intently.

“Hey,” Bill says, making her jump.

“Hey.”

“C-c-can I join you?”

She nods. 

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“B-because I w-w-won their ‘contest,’”

“Contest?” she shakes her head, not understanding.

“To b-b-babysit you, ap-apparently.”

“Ah. Sounds legitimate.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just lets the sounds of the waterfall and the faint grasshoppers fill the silence. He’s sure Y/n doesn’t mind, though. When everyone else complained about the summer grasshoppers as kids, she would always dote on how they’re melodious and comforting.

Bill can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Y/n, what d-d-did I do l-last night?”

She turns to him. “You really don’t remember?”

“I re-remember making a com-comment, which I-I’m sorry about b-by the way, th-that was an a-asshole move. And I-I remember kissing y-you. But then what?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continues. “Well, then I pushed you off and told you that you were drunk.”

She pauses.

“And th-then?”

“Then you said, ‘If I want to make out with you when I’m drunk, then I don’t ever want to be sober.’”

That’s it? Bill thinks. He’s not stupid enough to voice his thoughts, luckily.

“Oh, Y-Y-Y/n, I w-w-was drunk. I d-didn’t know what I w-w-was saying.”

“Listen, Bill. I know you remember what I told you yesterday in the kitchen. And what you told me at the restaurant really hurt, okay?”

“Why? I-I wanted to k-k-kiss you,” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” Y/n laughs incredulously. “You wanted to kiss me when you were drunk, not in your right mind!”

“I al-always want to k-k-kiss you in my right mind!”

“What?!” 

“I-I think I love you, Y/n.”

She’s frozen. Could he actually mean that? Has he been drinking again? Hearing that from Bill Denbrough has been her dream since… forever.

“I think I love you too, Bill.”

He jumps up from his lounge chair, and leans over Y/n. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and kisses her tenderly, gently. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be all those years ago, softer than any other girl he’s kissed.

“Wow,” she beams as they pull apart. “I guess I knew this, but you’re a much better kisser than my ex.”

He laughs. “W-why, thank you. You’re n-n-not so bad y-yourself.”

“Thanks,” she giggles. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like doing something crazy now, something outrageous.”

“L-like what?”

“Hm…” she thinks for a minute. “Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Okay, sure,” Bill chuckles. 

Grinning, she begins to peel off her one piece. She slips the straps off, and the rest slowly slides off her body. Her breasts are exposed first, then her stomach, then everything. Her skin is smooth and glorious.

Bill pulls off his swim trunks and throws them behind him. Y/n wants to tease him about his erection, but she’s way too shocked at his size.

They bask in the beauty of each other for a moment before they dive into the water, crisp and cool on their bare bodies. Y/n splashes Bill right in his face.

He pushes wet strands of hair from his ocean eyes. “H-how dare you?” 

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunts.

“This,” Bill says, throwing Y/n over his shoulder and taking her outside the water. She’s both screaming and laughing her head off at this point. He carries her all the way to the deep end and tosses her in. 

When she surfaces, Y/n makes sure to flip him off. 

“So r-r-rude.”

He cannonballs in, and they swim around, and eventually go under the waterfall. They end up making out and gasping for air.

“D-d-do you want to tuh-take this inside?” Bill whispers.

She nods, and they get out. As Y/n shivers, Bill gets them fluffy towels from a bin by the chairs.

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him through the sliding glass doors. They run around the house in nothing but towels, giggling and kissing and dripping pool water everywhere. The two finally make it to Bill’s room and go directly to the bed (after locking the door).

“Spruh-spread your legs,” Bill breathes in her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her body. 

She obeys and lets him kiss her knees, her thighs, and eventually her core. He pleases Y/n in a way her old boyfriend never did.

When she finishes, Bill holds her for a minute so she can catch her breath. Then, when he turns around to put on a condom, she moves against the wall.

“Oh, s-s-so you w-want wall sex n-now?” Bill raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

Instead of using words, Bill throws Y/n up against the wall and kisses her roughly. Their tongues clash, and she loves every second of it. Then he goes in. He starts slow at first, but begins to pick up the pace with her approval.

“D-damn, you’re so t-t-tight,” he whispers while she keeps muttering his name.

“Probably because I wasn’t with someone as big as you before.”

Hearing that makes him turn redder than his hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she sighs. “Can you go a little slower?”

He listens to her, and almost screams in pleasure when she starts to suck on his neck.

They both finish in a couple minutes, and are pretty burned out- Y/n especially because she’s never made such rough love before.

She lies in his arms, back on the bed, and traces the love mark forming on his neck.

“I think I love you,” Y/n says for the second time tonight. 

“I-I th-think I love you t-too.”

They can’t help smiling for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Their stars had never aligned until now, and it couldn’t be a more perfect exchange of love. The wait was unbearable, but incredibly worth it. 

Y/n and Bill make each other feel whole, like there was a sort of void within each other, unfilled until now. 

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice is soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry about these past years. You know I have trust issues, but I took them too far and didn’t treat you right. And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m s-sorry, too. I’ve been an ass-asshole to y-y-you, a-and it’s m-m-my fault we broke uh-up in the f-first place.”

“Don’t say that,” Y/n frowns. “It was Evil Autumn’s fault.”

They chuckle. 

Resting her head on Bill’s chest, Y/n asks the dreaded question. 

“So what’s going to become of us? After spring break.”

Bill thinks for a minute, stroking her hair, and admits, “I don’t w-w-want us to c-c-cut each other off again.”

“Neither do I.”

“I think our sc-sc-schools are like t-t-two hours ap-apart; that’s n-not terrible.”

“It’s not,” Y/n agrees. “Maybe we could take turns driving every weekend, and find a halfway point or something.”

“A-an ex-exact halfway point,” Bill adds.

“An exact halfway point.”

They can make it work, they’ve got to. Both Bill and Y/n are extremely optimistic about the future ahead, now that every feeling has been sorted out between them. And even in the unfavorable event where things don’t work out, there will always be Palm Springs. 

Bill presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s not a chance that they won’t make it. The timing is finally, after all these years, perfect. 

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 4.6 K words (yeah yeah its more than usual)

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: None, just some cursing

Author’s note: The next chapter is here and it is in Aisha’s POV!!

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ and the prompt is heaven which you will find in bold. 

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

- IIT, Delhi: It’s one of the most premier institute for engineering in India. Delhi campus is said to be the best one in the country. The majority of the Indian CEO’s like Google, at least have a degree of IIT under their belt. 

-ku'uipo: Sweetheart

-'Ae: Yes

- Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai: Child, focus on your studies, friends come and go (TBH this is the one line which maximum desi kids have heard while growing up. That's why we can be uh.. awkward in making new friends lol)

-Main kya gadhi hoon: I'm such a dumbass (side note: gadhi (female) actually means donkey in hindi)

-Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine: I have not seen a bigger asshole than this guy. (yes I love swearing in hindi and what about it)

Forgive me if i made any errors

10 YEARS AGO- AISHA'S POV

My fingers ran against the spines of the book, my head tilted as I searched for a new book to dive into.

"Found anything of your liking, Aisha?" Tina, the librarian asked, her kind eyes twinkling. The old librarian loved me because I always helped around in sorting the books or with checkout. She suggested that if I were to help her, she would pay me so I decided why not?

But the lack of people coming to the library and their constant need to be fake on social media, flexing about their looks instead of textbooks often left the library empty which consequently resulted in free time.

Not that I minded.

In that free time I would either catch up on my study assignments or I would read the books recently added to the collection be it fiction, politics, history, astronomy... I wasn't picky about the genres.

But lately, my attention is being drawn to medical journals and textbooks. Yes, I'm 16 and that its definitely not people my age do but, to be the person balancing on the tightrope between life and death, the person who stands between existence and heaven... it's just a beautiful paradox that I can't help be captivated by the concept.

That and my strengths are biology and chemistry so its just an added plus. So, I definitely dream of being a world class doctor. 

Not to brag, but I know all the pulse points in the body and can name the bones of the skull in my sleep. My parents don't know that because... let's say there is a reason why I stay out of home for the majority of the day.

Are we again going to go over this? I am sick and tired of your fucking indiscipline. How I wish you could be more like Aditya... Mama's voice rung in my ears which made me close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

Now is not the time to think about how awful you are. I repeated it in my head like a mantra, making it a point to message my brother and rant about the newest development.

Despite our parents trying to pit me against bhaiya, we were thick as thieves. We always had each other's backs and we're there to cheer each other up. Whenever our parents would scream at any of us, we would wait until they fell asleep to do something to lift the other person up. Midnight feasts, movie binge or just cuddling and imagining a future where we were away from them... That always managed to cheer me up and I knew bhaiya enjoyed it too.

I don't think we fought that much either because we were pretty close in age, with only three and a half years difference. We are pretty like-minded and scientifically inclined only he was interested in computer engineering while I was fascinated by the engineering of the human body.

It sucked that he is in IIT, Delhi while I'm so far away. We still manage to video call irrespective of the time zones but it is not the same as having the comfort of your older brother.

"I think I will take this." I handed her a battered copy of Gray's anatomy.

Tina just gave a knowing smile and I checked out. I headed to the nearby Fleming Beach Park, which is one of the most popular beaches in Maui. It was a five-minute walk from the library and the majority of the school population used to come here to hang out in the evenings.

Not that I was paying any attention to my oblivious classmates.

I headed to Kimo's Beach Shack and the owner gave me a gentle smile.

"What will it be, ku'uipo? The usual?" They asked as they wiped their hand on the dishtowel.

"'Ae." I smiled at them and they started making my favourite drink- Strawberry milkshake.

Precariously balancing my bag, the drink in one hand and my wrist-thick library book under the armpit of my other hand, I headed to the quieter side of the beach, away from the raucous.

I settle down under the shade of the palm trees and lean back against the rocks, taking in the view around me. I could see people from my school roaming around in their swimming suits either playing volleyball or surfing. As I sipped my milkshake (looking like an absolute loner, must I add) my eyes drifted to their happy faces as the joked around, laughing and having fun with their friends.

The two concepts that are so unfamiliar to me.

When I was back in India, I had a good group of friends who I would hang out with and play basketball with. It was good but shifting to a new place can strain those relationships. I do follow them on social media but seeing them enjoying and doing the things which we used to do together, it causes my heart to ache.

And I never really tried making friends here in Maui because a) The people here didn't consider me as one of them and b) My parents kept on saying it is temporary so there was no point focusing on that. Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai. My dad told me the one night I decided to express my excessive loneliness.

Thanks papa, real helpful. I shook my head, sipping my drink as I carefully opened my library book.

"You look sad." A childish voice spoke up breaking me out from my melancholy. I looked up and saw a four-year-old girl, her doe-like eyes staring down at me. She was wearing a pink summer dress and a cute bow hairband, taming her light brown hair.

"Huh?"

"You look sad... and lonely."

"I am okay, keiki... Don't worry."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "How did you know my name?"

My eyes widened. In the two years in Hawaii, I had learnt a little bit of Hawaiian and spoke in bits and pieces. And I'm pretty sure keiki meant 'child' in Hawaiian so you could imagine the shock I felt when her name was the literal translation of child.

Who the fuck names their child... child?

"A lucky guess. It is nice to meet you Keiki." She moved her hand forward and Keiki's hand clutched my big hand with her small ones shaking it. Her hand was as big as my palm.

"What's your name?" Keikie asked as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Aisha. And, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I came with my elder brother but he and his friends were playing and he forgot his promise to build a sandcastle with me. So I just went walking." She huffed and crossed her short arms across her chest.

"Well, your brother would be worried about you, won't he?" I asked as her eyes scan the crowd, looking for a guy who remotely looks like my little companion.

"Well, I think that's a go-good puni-shi-ment for him." She struggled with the big word.

Aisha chuckled and soon Keiki's giggles joined hers.

"You remind me of the times when I used to bother my elder brother like that. He would get so mad."

"Where is he now?" She asked as her hands fisted the sand, her eyes moving to look at the brunette.

"Well, he is in university, in a completely different country."

"Do you miss him?"

"A lot." I sighed. Her puppy eyes met mine and she reached to hold my elbow. I smiled down at her, appreciating the gesture. She opened her mouth to ask me more questions when we heard a commotion.

"KEIKI!! There you are!" A shout wafted towards us, interrupting Keiki. I saw a tall guy jogging towards us and when my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him.

Bryce Lahela. The golden boy of my school, with girls and guys falling for him, left, right, centre. And right now, he was approaching me completely shirtless, his abs glistening in the evening sun. He had a Polynesian tattoo wrapping around his left bicep and ending a little below his collarbone which had me feeling... uh thirsty?

Cool, cool, cool, just act like yourself.

Yeah as if that's helped you deal with your awkwardness. Her conscience snarked at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered to myself. But, I wasn’t subtle enough and Bryce turned towards me, a weird look in his eyes.

Off to a great start, Aisha. Keep up the good work. I mentally groaned as I went back to reading my library book. 

"Thank god Keiki you are okay... I was so worried." He kneeled and hugged her, immediately forgetting my weird mumblings. I could feel the body heat emanating from him and suddenly, the anatomy of the kidney seemed more interesting than the hot guy beside me.

"Its okay Bryce. I was talking to my new friend." Keiki squeaked as she pulled away from the hug, two sets of hazel eyes staring at me now.

My eyes widened and I subconsciously reached to push my glasses up my nose, feeling the back of my neck heating up.

"Well, thank you so much." His voice reverberated and I swear I felt as if I would combust at the spot.

I looked up and shot a tiny smile. "No worries. Keiki here makes a nice study buddy."

I internally smacked my head. Study buddy? Really? Who uses that term now?

"Of course. Daddy says that I'm a beauty with brains." She said with a smug smile.

"Well, that's the one thing that I agree with dad," Bryce said as he settled down on her other side. The one feet distance enabled my mind to resume working.

I smiled down at Keiki and I found that Bryce was looking at me intently.

O... okay?

"Wait... You go to my school right? Lahainaluna High School?"

I nodded my head. I was about to introduce myself when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He was snapping his fingers when his face lightened up with recognition. "You are Aisha, right? The newbie who joined us last year I was in your chemistry class last year."

The drink almost fell from my hand and I had to clutch it tighter to prevent myself from making a bigger mess. Clearing my throat I smiled nervously. "Yeah, that's me. You are Bryce, right? You are on the basketball team, right?"

"You know me?" He asked, shocked and I could hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Duh?! You are Mr. Popular with really good looks and either people love you or hate you." I rambled off.

A small smile played on his lips. "And which category would you belong too? The love or hate category?"

I gave a shy smile. "Let's just say I'm on neutral grounds. Give me a good reason why I should like you."

"Because of my dashing looks? My tattoo?" He stretched his hands wide, gesturing towards himself. His hair caught the evening light, making it look like a halo. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold which threatened to drown me but before I could get lost in his sheer beauty, I shook my head to snap out of the daze of his presence and gave a mocking sigh.

"Aaaannnndd, he is just like other dumb jocks who is overly obsessed with his looks. Why are they all the same?"

Keiki put her hand sympathetically on my lap. "Don't worry Ash. I don't like Bryce when he talks about his looks either."

Bryce gasped. "Keiki you are breaking my heart."

"Good."

He reached for her and started tickling her which made her squeal with laughter. I had to get up so that the sand doesn't get on me, laughing at the sight. "Brryyccee!! Stopp!!"

"Not until you tell me I'm the best brother in the world."

Gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, Keiki breathed out in defeat. "Okay, okay. You are the best... brother in... the world."

Bryce pulled back a grin playing on his lips.

"Good."

My phone rang and I saw Mama's name flash on the screen which made me sigh.

"Your mom?" Bryce asked.

"Yep. should reach home before she turns into momzilla." We chuckled as I put my book into my bag.

"Bye Keiki, it was nice talking to you."

"Bye Ash. I like you. Can we make sandcastles next time?" I laughed and nodded, "Sure sweetie."

"Where is my goodbye?" Bryce pouted.

I rolled her eyes. "Bye Bryce. See you around."

And with that, I turned on her heel, and walked home, feeling much better.

PRESENT

Aisha felt like banging her head against the wall of the hospital out of utter embarrassment. In the span of 7 hours, she had pissed off her superior, met her ex from ten years ago, got stuck with a partner who hardly did anything and now managed to embarrass herself yet again in front of her role model.

Rookie... Are you hiding from me? The way Dr. Ramsey had an eyebrow raised, as if to question why she was hiding behind another intern and the appalled expression as she stumbled over her words were forever imprinted in her mind.

Not my brightest moment. Aisha recollected as she sighed at the way she stuttered and finally came up with an excuse.

I'm doing charts. She mocked herself as she shook her head. There was a table right next to me!! I could have come up with anything but that weak ass excuse.

And she had always dreamed that if she were to meet Bryce in real life, she would definitely insult the fuck out of him and then for the finishing stroke, she would probably punch him in his handsome face or kick him in the crown jewels.

But sadly, you seldom get the things you wish for.

I don't have time for this - Main kya gadhi hoon. She mentally groaned as she tried to shut off the part of her brain which was so hell-bent on making her feel humiliated.

She entered Annie's room to find her curled up in her bed, playing idly with her phone. She perked up a little when she saw Aisha, forcing a smile on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Dr. Khurrana."

"I just came by to see how you're feeling Annie."

Annie shrugged. "The same. The nurse came by and gave me some medication a little while ago.."

Opening Annie's chart she checked. "Yeah, antibiotics. It's too soon to see any improvement yet, but hopefully, we'll see some results soon."

Aisha was about to turn on her heel and leave when she heard Annie's small voice. "hey, could you stay awhile? It's... kinda lonely, being here all on my own."

Aisha gave an empathetic smile and reached to sit down on the chair near her bed. "Of course I can."

"Thank you once again doc."

"No, thank you. I haven't been off my feet since I got out of bed this morning. So Annie," Aisha leaned forward, "what are you studying?"

Annie blinked as if she was confused by the question. She took a couple of heavy breaths before attempting to answer.

"My master's is in... English... but my... my..." She swayed, her voice woozy as she tried to finish her sentence.

Aisha was on alert. "Annie, are you feeling okay?" She asked as she felt her pulse which was dropping before Annie passed out.

The heart rate monitor sounded a long, flat tone as her heart stopped.

"OH MY GOD!! Code blue, I need some help here!!" Aisha shouted, pressing the button near her bed.

"C'mon Annie stay with me." As Aisha stood on the nearby stool, performing CPR as she waited for the code team to arrive.

"Aisha?!" Jackie's shocked voice made her lookup.

"Jackie, where is the code team?"

"Room 502 called a code blue just before you. Just keep up with CPR. They'll get to you when they can!"

Aisha's eyes flashed. "That could be too late!! Help me, Jackie we are losing her fast."

"What were her symptoms?" Jackie asked as she snapped on the latex gloves and moved towards the bed.

"Symptoms were headache and nausea. Started during her vacation to Indonesia. Aurora and I did a blood workup and gave her cefpodoxime." Aisha opened the gown and Jackie's eyes narrowed in on the rash rapidly spreading on the side of the body.

"She is breaking in hives. She is in anaphylactic shock!"

"Now that I think about it, it may be because of her allergy to the antibiotics I gave... I had fucking asked her, dammit." Guilt made her chest heavy.

Jackie's face turned into a scowl as she wheeled the defibrillator cart closer. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. This girl needs you now! We have to get her heart started ourselves."

Aisha nodded as she opened Annie's gown, baring her chest. She took a steadying breath. You have done this numerous times in AIIMS, you can do this.

Taking the paddles, she placed one paddle on the right side, beneath her collarbone and the other paddle on the left side, just beneath her armpit.

A small impressive smile made its way on Jackie's lips. "Good, now set the charge."

"Charging to 300 volts... Clear!"

Annie's body spasmed as the paddles discharged. Keeping them aside, Aisha resumed her compressions on Annie's chest.

C'mon Annie... You can do this... Come back to me. Aisha prayed.

The monitor beeped twice before Annie's heartbeat returned, accelerated but constant.

She let out a sigh of breath as she bent over the bed. Jackie clapped her back. "You are soooo lucky."

"Shut up. Now just give her an epinephrine injection and intubate while I maintain compression."

Jackie nodded her head and Aisha shot a grateful smile as she continued her compressions, her hands aching.

"What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?"

Yikes. Aisha winced at the tone and looked up to find Dr. Ramsey glaring from the doorway.

Time to own up, buddy. She sighed and spoke up. "Dr. Ramsey, she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.

She couldn't gauge his reaction from so far away. "Well... at least you are taking responsibility. Sometimes patients don't know about their own allergies. That's why you always have to be cautious."

Jackie injected the epinephrine pen into Annie's tight. Still unconscious, Annie took a shuddering gasp of air.

"And now we intubate."

"Excellent work, Doctor...?"

A self-satisfied smile made its way on Jackie's face. "Varma."

"You were assigned to this case?"

"No, I was passing and I hear Dr. Khurrana calling a code blue."

A smile made its way on his face which shocked Aisha. This man voluntarily uses his facial muscles to smile? I wouldn't have known. "The patient's very lucky you were here. I'm not confident Dr. Khurrana could have handled this alone."

Now, wait a damn minute... Aisha clenched her jaw. This wasn't her first time she was getting insulted and yeah it was called for but it didn't help her feel any better either.

Jackie bit her lip and glanced at Aisha, which Aisha pointedly ignored. Watch her jump at the opportunity in 3...2...1

"Thank you. Just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey."

There it is.

Gulping down her annoyance, Aisha spoke up. "Dr. Varma really bailed me out." Aisha turned towards Jackie and nodded stiffly. "Thank you, Dr. Varma."

Jackie tried to read her, guilt swimming in her eyes.

She should be guilty, she took the credit of the save when I was the one calling the shots.

"...Anytime."

Fuck you. She narrowed her eyes slightly which made Jackie wince.

Luckily, Dr. Ramsey gave Jackie an out. "Dr. Varma, you should return to your patients."

A relieved smile made its way on her face. "Yes, Doctor." Throwing a backward glance towards Aisha, she walked out.

Dr. Ramsey swivelled towards Aisha, his face drawn tight with annoyance. "And you... you need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it's your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Dr. Ramsey."

"You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first attempt nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista--"

"Hi, Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt." A short Asian intern interrupted him and Aisha let out a small sigh of relief.

This guy would give my parents a run for their money. Why do I meet assholes everywhere I go?

"For the love of God, what now?"

"One of the nurses told me... that one of the other interns told them... that one of the doctors said..."

Dr. Ramsey certainly didn't enjoy beating around the bush. With a biting voice, sharp enough to make both Aisha and the intern to flinch, he commanded. "Skip to the point."

"Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently." She rushed.

Dr. Ramsey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something about 'interns' under his breath.

Straightening his coat, who gave pointedly glanced at Aisha. "Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved the case." He turned on his feet and stormed out making the petite intern jump.  

Aisha stepped out into the hall with the intern, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Thank god for Dr. Toussaint. I swear if he wouldn't have called, Dr. Ramsey would have burst a vein or something."

The intern leaned against the wall adjacent to Aisha. "Yeah... Too bad he doesn't actually need to see Dr. Ramsey."

Aisha's eyes widened and she turned to stare at the other intern. "Huh?"

"I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall, I figured you might need a save."

Oh my god, that is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.

Aisha smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. But you could get in serious trouble if he realizes it."

She shrugged with a cheeky grin. "If. Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I'm Sienna by the way. Or Dr. Trinh. Whichever floats your boat."

"I'm Aisha Khurrana. Thanks again." Aisha's pager beeped and she looked down and sighed. "As fun as our little adventure was, I need to get back to work. Nice talking to you Sienna and once again, thanks for the save."

"Bye, hope you solve the case. Also, wait! I heard all the doctors hang out at this bar called Donahue's. I think, just down the street. Apparently, it's like the place to go and decompress after a long shift. Wanna come?"

"Sure!! If only I survive my first shift."

Sienna gave a brilliant smile. "Assuming you live through the next few hours, I'll meet you in the atrium after we clock out."

And Aisha got back to work, tending to her other patients but Annie's unconscious face kept on flashing behind her eyelids and Ramsey's words echoed in her head, like a broken tape recorder.

You need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here.

She took a shuddering breath, doubt slipping into her mind, making her question everything she did. Every patient she treated and every prescription she signed.

Am I really cut out for this?

She tried to stop the rising anxiety but it still continued to swell in her like a balloon. Her throat began to dry up and it felt as if the weight on her chest didn't allow her to breathe.

Oh god, it's happening.

Feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, she ducked into a dark supply closet so nobody could see her while she tried to pull herself together.

It's okay. You worked your way through med school to get here. You are worthy. She chanted, taking in gulps of air.

It had hardly been a minute when the door suddenly opened and she heard footsteps.

Aisha internally groaned in annoyance. "Get in or get out. Just quit holding the door." She turned around and saw Bryce.

Oh fuck.

He nervously cleared his throat and walked towards her, maintaining his distance. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Are... are you okay?"

Thanks to the dark, he couldn't see her tear rimmed eyes. Sighing loudly she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, something she often did when she felt like her life was on the verge of falling apart.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for something." She tried to speak in a sharp tone but it just sounded like her voice was cracking.

She knew that Bryce had definitely heard how close she was to crying. Concern laced his voice. "Hey, I know when we met I was nothing but a dumb, self-obsessed jock but it's different now. I... I know you are not okay. Want to talk about it? Or vent?"

Goddamit Bryce. "Fine! I almost killed my first patient and I fucking swear to god I saw my career flash before my eyes. But it was lowkey my fault. I should have checked for allergies. But I tried fixing my error by calling the shots and Jackie helped me. BUT that's not it! Instead of being a humble person, Jackie swoops in and takes the credit of my save and Dr. Ramsey just goes on congratulating her as if she won some fucking AMA Award-"

"Aisha, breathe."

Taking a lungful of air she continued. "- And don't even get me started on Dr. Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine. What a dick!! He should get fucking laid to work off all his anger issues-"

Bryce snorted but didn't dare to interrupt Aisha. From the short time they dated, he knew better than to interrupt her mid-rant, it only managed to instigate her.

Another deep breathe. "- Boy does he manage to make me doubt myself in every step of the way like am I worthy of being here? I mean, I threw my heart and soul into med school because I wanted to be the best doctor out there but dammit I don't think I am ready."

When he made sure she wasn't going to launch into a new roast session, he spoke up. "Wow. You managed so many years of med school, but eight hours into the shift and you're surrendering? Didn't take you for a quitter."

Excuse me? Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know me anymore Bryce. The Aisha you dated is long gone and dead." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged. "True, but I know that you still have the fire in you to do what you love the most. C'mon, you have dealt with worse but yet you are here, standing tall. This is just temporary. I know you can pick yourself back up and break down all the obstacles in front of you."

She looked up at Bryce, only able to see the faint outline of his body. He still was the same- tall, well built and with really good hair. "No offence but... you used to be the guy who would wet himself during chemistry practicals, what happened to make you so...?" She gestured her hand at him, accidentally hitting his hand.

He hesitated. "As you said, things changed and you don't know me anymore Aisha."

"Fair enough."

The lack of space and the awkward silence just fueled the tension between them. She could feel his converse bumping into her shoes and the heated gaze on her face.

There used to be a time when Aisha and Bryce would talk for hours on end and they never ran out of topics to talk about. Be it something as lame as which is the superior flavour of ice cream or as deep as life after death.

Look at us now... Aisha thought to herself, gulping.

Her hair fell on her face as she averted her eyes, unable to come up with something to talk about. Bryce's hand involuntary reached to push back the rebel strands behind her ear, his hands caressing her cheek in the process. It felt as if electric sparks shot up her cheeks, making her blush.

Bryce opened his mouth. "Aisha-"

The door opened and she heard a feminine voice. "Bryce I saw you giving me the look so I decided to join you-"

A woman walked around the corner of the help and Aisha's jaw dropped. It was not because she was shocked that he was dating, he could screw the entire hospital for all she cared but, no... she was topless.

"Oh." The unknown woman placed her hands beside her.

"Sam-" Bryce began and Aisha spoke up at the same time. "I was just-"

The confusion was interrupted again when the closet door opened again and a senior resident stood before them, aghast. "What is going on over here?"

"Oh fuck." The expletive spilt from Aisha's lips.

The topless woman, whose name apparently was Sam, quipped in. "Yeah what she said."

Well, this is totally not awkward.

AUTHOR”S NOTE #2:

Number one, yeah I dragged PB a bit in regards to Keiki’s name.. PB do your research challenge 🙄

Number two, okay so about the tattoo part, me and @bratzlahela​ were just talking about Bryce having Polynesian tattoos based on this post and I had to integrate it in my series lol

This is something I imagined 🤭

Number 3, Also I tried to change up the scene a bit with Jackie because tbh, Aisha is pretty fucking smart and she won’t be like “Boo-hoo. I don’t know anything” And about the part where she spoke about using the defibrillator numerous times in AIIMS, In India the medical education is a little more hands-on and focuses more on clinical practice rather than theory. Medical students from first year start doing ward duty and help around in the hospitals taking patient history, etc. Also, they have a mandatory year of internship without which you don’t get your license.  

Number 4, So about that supply closet scene, how many of y’all thought would you get a make out sesh?

If yes, here is your clown wig 🤡

Number 5, AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT TODDLER KEIKI I SWEAR I WAS JUST GUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME 🥺

Lastly, IT PHYSICALLY HURT ME TO ROAST ETHAN LIKE IM SO SORRY SWEETIE 😭🥺🤧

This was a pretty long author’s note heheheh

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Midnight Sun: Chapter 3

But ok, I have to admit this vision of Alice’s made me smile. Im a sucker for the idea of fated romance sue me ughh so embarrassing

So he saves Bella, and he says a swear 😳

But thankfully only in his mind. We already had Taylor Swift saying fuck this month, this would be too much to handle.

Gaslighting 😎

And again, this man with 104 years on this planet and two medical degrees has no basic knowledge of first aid..?

She “seems” all right? Fuck do I know I’m just a doctor

No, because she’s not like other humans!!!!

Also, once you’ve read Fifty Shades ( I actually haven’t, I read a very humorous blog by Jenny Trout where she reads the book but still) it’s hard not to note every time Bella

Flushes scarlet

And then again old boy puts his medical knowledge to the test and agrees with her diagnosis of “slightly injured”

This is the overall flaw with his character voice. He’s supposed to be exceptionally perceptive and intelligent but Meyer isn’t verbose enough herself to portray a seasoned scholar. This may be a case for “write what you know” or at least do some research. Like a famous author couldn’t find one doctor to give simple diagnostic jargon? Hire the consultant from Greys Anatomy?

Bella’s so plain that she captures the hearts of everyone in town, of course. Perhaps this is a nice reminder that you appear much more special to others than you think you do. Right, 14 year old me? Or maybe teen boys are overwhelmingly attracted to low self esteem. That’s a darker interpretation I’d believe but I’m rooting against.

Also oh my god I hate this app .i tried to make this post a billion times so I’m not fixing my typos suck it fuckwad tumblr

Thanks for reading

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

“here’s a glass of whatever.” for whoever you'd like :))

Walking into the bar, she heard their friends and her boyfriend before she actually saw them. Race’s head was thrown back laughing, Spot was glaring at his husband, and her own fiancé just grinned and shook his head. Smalls, the birthday girl, was at the other end enjoying what looked like her first or second legal drink. There were about 20 people crammed around the large table.

“Hey you made it!” Jack exclaimed, hooping up from his chair to meet her before she got to the table. “Hello, hello.”

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss as his siblings catcalled them. Rolling his eyes he pulled away, giving Kat a grin. “I swear they were all asking about when you were coming.”

She grinned, putting her bag on a chair before making her way around the large table, stopping to catch up with all of their friends and the birthday girl.

About 20 minutes later, she collapsed on the chair beside Jack, putting her head in her arms sighing loudly. “Rough day?”

“Remind me again why I thought it would be a GREAT idea to become a high school English teacher?” She rolled her eyes. “If I have to look at one more horribly written essay, I will scream.”

Spot tipped his beer in her direction. “Wanna come over to the house and have a grading party? I’ve got to grade the Anatomy exams this weekend. We can be miserable together.”

Kat raised her hand for a high-five before nodding. “Sounds like a plan!”

“Now what would you like to drink?” Jack asked, looking at her with a grin.

She glanced down the table at what everyone else was drinking, shrugging her shoulders. “Surprise me.”

He nodded, looking at their end of the table to see if anyone else needed a refill. Race and Spot both held their beers up while Jack nodded.

She nodded to Smalls. “How many drinks is she on?”

“Jack bought her some kind of shot to start the night off and she’s been nursing that pink fufu drink for a while.” Race shrugged. “She’s Romeo’s issue tonight since this was his grand idea.”

Kat giggled. “Of course Jack bought her a shot. It’s his signature when any of you turn 21.”

“Well since you’re the oldest of the group, it’s really you that started that tradition.” Spot pointed his beer bottle at her. “So that’s all your fault.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she grinned when a pink cocktail was put down in front of her. “Here’s a glass of whatever.”

“You don’t even know the name of it yet you’re giving it to me?” Kat rolled her eyes. “Really feeling the love, babe.”

Jack tipped his beer back. “I watched the bartender make it. He told me the name of it and I forgot. It’s got strawberry vodka and sprite in it - you really can’t go wrong.”

She took a tentative sip before nodding her head in approval. “Hey this is good.”

Smalls stumbled over to the other side of the table, before almost falling into Jack’s lap. “I love you guys so much! You’re the best brothers and sister a girl could ask for.”

Taking a sip of her drink, Kat was thrown back to her own 21st birthday. It actually kind of sucked because she was the oldest of their friends and she was the only one legally able to drink but that didn’t stop her friends from making it a memorable one.

“You okay?” Jack nudged her shoulder with a grin.

Nodding, she sipped her drink. “Just thinking back to my 21st birthday. That seems like so long ago.”

“It was 6 years ago, Kat.” Spot gave her a grin. “You’re not that old yet.”

Flipping him off, she shook her head. “Not that - we were so damn carefree and almost reckless back then. I don’t know how I survived that night but you three weren’t much better if I recall correctly.”

“I thought mama was going to kill us.” Race chuckled. “We ended up in a tent in the backyard somehow and she was banging pots and pans the next morning at 8am. I will never forget her laugh that morning at our discomfort.”

They all involuntarily shiver at the pots and pans and the laughter. They all looked at the end of the table where Chance, Smalls, Romeo and Specs were all laughing at something. Oh to be young again.

Two hours later

She was on her third pink drink. And she was fully feeling it’s effects. Leaning against Jack, she was blowing bubbles with her spit while Race and Spot both laughed. “If only your students could see you now.”

Sitting up, her hand hit the table as she looked wide eyed around the bar. “God no! That’ll be bad, bad, bad, Spottie.”

“Don’t get her worked up.” Jack practically begged giving his brother and brother-in-law a look. “I actually want to get some sleep tonight.”

She ran her hand through his hair with a grin. “Wanna hear something?”

“What?” Jack, Spot and Race all looked at her with mild interest at what was to come out of her tipsy mouth. “Jack Daniel, the founder of the whiskey died from kicking a safe. When he kicked it, he broke his toe which got infected. He eventually died from blood poisoning.”

Race started laughing, leaning against Spot. “How? Where did you learn that?”

“One of my students told me - I just remembered it.” She shrugged. “Wanna hear something else?”

Shrugging their shoulders, they all grinned. “Octopuses and squids have beaks. The beak is made of keratin – the same material that a bird’s beak, and our fingernails are made of.”

Spot raised an eyebrow at Jack. “Dude, she’s spotting off random facts while tipsy. Does she do this often?”

“Only when she’s had a few.” Jack smiled. “That’s why she’s so good at trivia nights.”

They had to quit trivia nights as a group due to Katherine crushing them all anytime they played.

“Did you know during the Prohibition era, the U.S. Government allowed Whiskey to be sold through pharmacies?” Kat grinned. “That’s how Walgreens grew from 20 retail stores to almost 400.”

Jack chuckled. “It always amazes me that she became an English teacher instead of a history teacher.”

“Why do you think she always includes these random facts as extra points on her exams?” Spot asked, giving Jack a goofy smile. “She wanted to get some of that random knowledge to the kids.”

“There is a town in Nebraska called Monowi with a population of one. The only resident is a woman who is the Mayor, Bartender and Librarian, did you know that Jack?” She got off her chair sticking her tongue out at him. “I’m the Queen of the ….”

Race and Spot simultaneously both gasped and laughed as she stumbled almost falling to the ground. “And that’s our cue to head home. Katherine, dear, lets go!”

“Awww you're a party pooper Jack Kelly!” She pouted, throwing an arm around his shoulder. She grinned watching Race and Spot both stand to give her a hug.

“Race, tell my fiancé that he’s a party pooper.” Kat pouted, throwing her arms around him.

Kissing the side of her head while giving her a hug, he grinned. “He’s trying to save some of your dignity sweetheart. Love him for it.”

“Love you Race.” She sighed before moving onto hug Spot. “Love you Spottie. See you tomorrow.”

Spot promised he would see her before she stumbled to Jack’s side. Walking over to Smalls, they said their final goodbyes, before he led her out to the cooler air.

Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, she threw her arms around his shoulders before burping in his face with a giggle. “Oops! Sorry! I love you Jack Kelly.”

“Love you too, Kat.” He grimaced. “Let’s get you home.”

He shouldered most of her weight as they made their way home. Once safe inside, he picked her up bridal style before dropping her onto the bed. “Come on let’s get you changed and ready for bed.”

Once changed, he tucked her in before getting himself changed. “Jack?”

“Yea babe?” He crawled into bed, pulling her closer to his chest.

She yawned. “Did you know that humans are the only animals that blush?”

“I didn’t know that.” He chuckled. “How about you close your eyes and go to sleep? You’ve got to be at Race and Spot’s by 9 tomorrow.”

Tucking her head under his chin, she sighed sleepily. “Love you Jack.”

“Love you too Kat!” He kisses the top of her head before closing his eyes, letting sleep carry him away.

Thanks for sending in the prompt @cutesiewoojin!!!

[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.9 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,951

chapter 9

It was past six o'clock when your 3-hour class ended. You let out a satisfied sigh as you closed your notebook, which ended up filling 10 pages with lots of notes. Putting down your pen on your desk, you slowly stretched your fingers, feeling the strain on the little muscles as you reached out.

"Is it true that she's being favored by Byun?"

"I'm scared for oppa. He might be preyed on by the bitch."

"She doesn't look that special, to be honest."

"She's not even pretty! She's just all brains."

"Maybe, she did his homework?"

Hearing a batch of laughter in front of the room, you just swallowed the lump on your throat before packing your things. You shook your head as you tried blocking their talks from your hearing, which was to avail. You almost cursed out loud as the pen on your desk rolled down on the floor.

Bending down to pick it up from the aisle, you avoided looking at the people in front. You bit your lip as you touched your pen—

"Oops."

You let out a hiss when a long, thin heel dug its way onto your wrist before you could even grab your pen. A few snickers were let out as Irene looked down at you, her eyes gleaming with hatred and indifference.

"Hi, Saejin-ah. Thought we'd stay away from you, huh?" She chuckled darkly, twisting her red lips into a smirk. "I don't think our friendship is that fragile, do you girls?" Turning her head to the side, her bitches grinned. You looked down as her black heel dug deeper on to your skin, gritting your teeth closely to avoid whimpering.

"You aren't sucking off of Baekhyun oppa, right?" Seulgi spat out as she stood at Irene's side, her pointer finger pushing your forehead up. "Look at me when I talk to you!"

"Don't shout!" Wendy shushed her quietly, looking back at the closed door before turning to you with a smirk.

"You know what he did to us?" Irene raised her eyebrow, her eyes sharp staring at yours. You felt your eyes watering, not only in humiliation but the pain on your almost bleeding wrist. "You know it, don't you? He didn't just shame us, he kicked us out—"

"I'm not part of whatever he did to you, nor do I care." You spoke loud and clear, not breaking your voice as you glared back through the tears. You forced yourself to bear with the stinging sensation on your wrist as you pulled your hand from the weight of her heel. You can feel your skin getting dragged along as the roughness and sharpness of the rubber kept its friction stuck on your flesh.

"Leave. me. the. fuck. alone." You emphasized every word of that sentence as you stared at their bewildered and incredulous expressions. You straightened up your posture, feeling the numbness take over your senses. Irene gasped not just because of your audacity to talk back, but because of your disgusting blood trickling down your fingers. You didn't give her the chance to cut you off though. 

"I don't want to have anything to do with you. You can get all the spotlight for all I care."

Quickly turning back to your seat, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room, pushing some students who were shamelessly watching the whole thing happen. Your other hand, the one that's not injured, was grasping your bag strap tightly as if you would fall on your knees if you don't. You kept on walking fast as if you can sense that they would seriously run after you.

You are scared.

You breathed out hard as you sharply turned to the corner, hands shaking at the sight of your bleeding hand. You almost tripped over your foot while looking at your hands.

"P-Pull yourself together, Saejin." You mumbled to yourself as you patted your chest with a shaking hand. "Y-You're okay."

Taking one last deep inhalation, you trudged down the stairs with a loud beating heart. You still got an hour and a half to make it to Jiwon's aunt's coffee shop.

It will be alright.

"Saejin-ssi?" Kyungsoo muttered under his breath as he recognized your back on him. His eyes drifted down to your shaking hands, worry filling his system as he spotted something dark crawling down your fingers. "Sae—"

"Man, I swear to God, I'm killing Park when I see him." Baekhyun cursed as he bumped his shoulder to his friend, who was still staring at a space. Baekhyun looked in front of them and wondered what was so interesting in an old staircase. "Yah, Do Kyungsoo."

As if he was brought back to reality, Kyungsoo blinked once before looking at him. The worry and uneasiness were still present and evident in his huge eyes that Baekhyun couldn't help but ask.

"Are you alright?"

Kyungsoo looked down the stairs once again before shaking his head. "It's nothing."

"Uhuh. Staring off a space is nothing. Right." Baekhyun snickered as he wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Let's just go eat dinner and talk about your nothing, man."

"I just saw Saejin-ssi a minute ago."

Baekhyun stopped on his tracks in surprise. He turned his head to Kyungsoo, tilting as he questioned, "How'd you know her?"

"We formally met yesterday. I think she's a Med student. I saw her Human Anatomy book—"

"Oh good." He hummed as he continued dragging his friend in the hallways.

"I just got worried when I saw her hands shaking. She was even leaning on the wall until she reached the stairs—"

"Shaking?!" Baekhyun incredulously exclaimed, his feet fully stopping on the ground. His slitted eyes were wide open now as he thought about his encounter with you back on the dark restroom by the field. "S-She..."

"Why are you over reacting? Are you her father?" Kyungsoo frowned as he suspiciously looked at his friend. He raised his eyebrow at him. "You didn't do anything to her—"

"Of course not!"

"Tss. If you're planning to," Kyungsoo shook him off of his shoulders, walking ahead of Baekhyun. "don't bother hurting her. I think she got enough pain already."

—

"Oh! Saejin-ah!"

You forced to lift the side of your lips as Jiwon's aunt, Jinah, welcomed you inside her newly opened coffee shop. She grinned as she tugged you in the counters, talking loudly about how prettier and taller you got since the last time she saw you two years ago.

"I didn't get that much taller, aunt Jinah." You laughed as she rolled her eyes. She was smaller than you by a few inches, which makes you think that Jiwon took after her father's side not her mother's as she was a tall girl. You looked around the place and smiled at the atmosphere it built. "This place looks like a safe haven. So beautiful and peaceful."

"I know right! I really wanted it to be designed like this from the start. You know just a place where you can easily escape from the busy, buzzing, and noisy world out there." Aunt Jinah smiled fondly at her place.

The coffee shop's color theme was a mix of brown and white. The chairs were wooden with white steel foundations, along with the wooden tables. Pieces of fresh tulips placed in a clear bottle at the center of each table, adding a minimalistic design on the table set-up. The counters were all wooden with intricate markings on the surface, and a long curved food cooler display was on top of most counters before the cashier area.

What made the place more relaxing were the hanging flower baskets from the ceiling. Different colors of flowers were on top of viney leaves crawling down the basket. A small fountain can be found by the corner as soon as you enter the place. The relaxing classical music playlist was the icing on top of this beautiful place.

Everything was made to make people release their stress and forget the world for a while.

"I'm so excited to have you on board! I know you loved these kinds of places." Aunt Jinah grinned as she patted your shoulders. She glanced at the clock by the wall. "You're 25 minutes early, which is adorable if I may say, and I can introduce you to the other staff now. I'll let Jisoo, my manager here, talk to you about all the things you'll do."

"Yes, auntie." You smiled as you nodded at her instructions. She made you follow her inside the kitchen, passing by the male cashier guy named Hyunjin.

"He's a newbie and a part-timer too." Hyunjin bowed a bit as he was introduced to you. You just smiled and said your name. "Oh, nice to meet you, Saejin noona." He said as he was 2 years younger than you.

Meeting the rest of the crew was a fun event. There was not much to remember as the crew consists of only 7 members excluding Aunt Jinah and you. The baker, Woobin, was in his forties , but still as lively as a teenager and has been baking since he was one. The baristas were Mingyu, a professional one, and Somi, a beginner. The last two were waiters, and on cleaning tasks, Yeonjun and Rocky, both in their second year in college—part-timers like you and Hyunjin. Jisoo was the manager of the crew, in her late twenties and has been close with Aunt Jinah's family.

"I knew this day was going to be better than I'd expected." Mingyu had a boyish grin as he shook hands with you. "You study at The Eve Acad?"

"Yes, I do." You nodded. "In my third year. Still a lot of years ahead to become a professional tho."

"I'm guessing you are a Med student." He chuckled as he leaned on the counter next to him. Aunt Jinah has left you for a while as she returned to her office to call her son overseas, saying that he only has a freetime at 7 in local time. "Must be hard, huh?"

"Well, I'm managing for now." You sighed as you walked to the staff room, where Jisoo told where you can put your things at. Mingyu followed with a curious hum. "But I can't deny it's going to be tough paying for med school."

"Are you still under your parents' home? They pay your tuition?"

"No parents, no guardian." You open the wooden sliding door with a sigh. "Just me."

"Oh, sorry about that." Mingyu parted his lips as he watched you open an empty locker. "That's..."

"...exhausting? Distressing? Unfortunate?" You chuckled, placing your bag inside the locker. Your eyes set on the keychain hanging from the zipper. "It's not so bad." You mumbled weakly before closing the locker door.

"I didn't mean to make you sad or anything. I was just really curious and I wanted to know more about you. And I don't know what else to ask about you even though I really want to know you. I don't even get myself right now, I just keep blabbering nonsense, and—"

You watched as Mingyu stuttered on his words while he looked away embarrassed like a puppy left on the street on a rainy day. You laughed at his panicking state. He just talks indefinitely, letting his emotions take reign over his rationality.

He reminds you of someone.

"You can start by asking my favorite color, you know." You joked as you walked past him, patting his arm as you did. Mingyu let out a relieved sigh before closing the door after you.

"What's your favorite color, Saejin-ah?"

You looked back at him with a smile.

"White."

—

♫ Ch.10

[ramblinganthropologist]

N7 Challenge 25 - Lost

Summary: The Shepards get lost on a strange planet.  So, like the siblings they are... time to ask how it’s going with your love interest I guess?

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“Some N7 you are...”

“Hey, you're lost too you know.”

“Yeah but I'm not the one with the hyper-modded omni-tool.”

Ok, fair... but at the same time, no.

Alistair sighed as he tapped his omni-tool. All he got out of it was a lot of static and a headache blooming behind his eyes. He would have taken his helmet off to massage the pain, but... well, they weren't in the atmosphere for it.

Oh the joys of on-planet missions going to shit.

“I think the storm's causing interference.”

Bo, also in full armor, snorted as she crossed her arms. “Of course it is.”

At least they weren't being exposed to the elements. Instead, they were in a ramshackle building that had probably been an outpost for the illegal mining setup they had been sent to investigate. It might not have been the nicest, but it was built to withstand the elements. Right then that was a bonus, because outside was hell on earth.

He had heard the planet had super concentrated acid rain, but the report had stated it was a rare event. How shitty was his luck?

“Maybe the guys we're looking for got caught in it and are out melting there now.” Bo peered out the window. “Nope... don't see any melting corpses.”

Alistair shook his head as he kept trying to get his omni-tool to connect. “We probably would've heard them screaming first. Acid isn't a pretty way to go.”

“Eh, don't ruin my daydream with facts.” She waved her gloved hand in his general direction. “Whatever, here's hoping they pick up our signal soon. I don't know how strong this roof is, but I'm pretty sure our armor can't hold out long.”

Actually, it could hold out five minutes... though the joints were the weakest part of that. Not that he had tested it or anything...

In the end, he gave up on his omni-tool. With any luck, it would clear up when the storm did. So until then, they were both effectively grounded in the small building they had sprinted towards when the skies had opened up. At least it wasn't anywhere animals could get to – this was the perfect opportunity to get eaten by a bear.

Given they had both survived a thresher maw, that would've been really embarrassing.

“So... since we're stuck here... what are you planning to do to Saren once we catch up with him?”

Alistair picked up his head. Bo was still leaning against the wall, glancing out the window in the hopes of spotting the storm clearing up. Outside there really wasn't much to see as the colorless rain fell. Rocks got pitted, the puddles were toxic, and anything organic caught outside that wasn't native was going to get a nasty surprise. Basically it was like regular rain, only more toxic.

So it was boring to watch.

He shrugged his shoulders as he took a seat on a somewhat run down chair that barely held his weight. “Turn him in, I guess? Though I doubt he's going to go quietly, especially since he's been working with the Reapers.”

Bo snorted at his assessment. “God, you're such a boy scout.”

“Oh, and what are you planning to do to him, headbutt him into a paste?” He chuckled. “Maybe that'd knock the implants out of him.”

He could almost picture Saren splatting against the wall like a cartoon character once Bo got a hold of him. If he really closed his eyes and focused, seeing his implants go flying was almost comical. At the same time... probably wasn't going to happen.

But it kept him busy.

“No, I'm going to rip his carapace off and beat him with it until he stops breathing.” She made the motion of cracking her knuckles, but the effect was impossible with gloves on. Maybe she realized that, because she frowned as she looked down at them. “It's the least that bastard deserves.”

Alistair nodded at this. “It's going to be hard to get his carapace off with the implants, though. You might tear it.”

“I'm not trying to pop him out in one piece, I just need a big enough chunk to beat him over the head with. That part on the back of the neck should do just fine.”

Apparently, she had been studying turian anatomy in her spare time. Good to know, maybe it would prove useful when they actually caught up to the rogue ex-Spectre and took him to task. Of course, that felt like light years away as they sat there, watching acid melt rocks and turn dirt into a biohazard.

At least the rocks were in cool shapes...

“So, speaking of turian anatomy... you got a plan on how you're getting into Vakarian's jumpsuit or what?”

Bo's sudden question rose above the hissing of the acid outside. Alistair's face immediately turned crimson, and he was glad for his helmet's visor hiding that. No doubt it showed on his body language, though – he was shit at hiding that.

“You know, I should really be focused on if the weather c-”

Bo snorted at his response. “So that's a no.”

…

Yeah.

Her brief bark of laughter rang out across the small room, which made his face burn even hotter. Even worse, he didn't have an omni-tool to dick around with to help process that. Right then, he was getting his XO at full power.

And he hated it.

“He's part of the crew, and we're barely ok with each other. I should respect that.”

The other Spectre in the room shrugged that off with one of her patented bored gazes. “He's not part of the Alliance, so if you're worried about fraternization you're good.”

Yes, but that wasn't the point. He was still pretty sure the turian hated him, and more importantly they were trying to nail another turian to the wall before he fucked the entire universe over. Whatever he had going on, it was secondary to that main goal of catching Saren before everything went to hell. After that, maybe, he could consider it.

But like... shit, how?

“We've got other stuff to worry about right now.” He tapped his omni-tool. “Damn it, come on. It's only a little acid rain, why are you so fussy?”

His XO rolled her eyes as she shifted her position. “You said that the last time and then our entire unit got eaten by a thresher maw. If that's not an indication you should jump on a situation, I don't know what is.”

Proof the universe hated them? Alistair didn't know, and he didn't care to question it as he sat there, praying his omni-tool would finally connect so he could call the Normandy. Anything would be better than this, possibly even getting hit by acid rain.

Yeah... that was how much he hated discussing his love life or the lack thereof. Maybe that was why he was single.

“Proof that I shouldn't even consider this until I'm out of the military.” He shrugged. “Besides, I could ask the same thing to you. How are things going with Tali?”

Not that he hadn't seen plenty of awkward moments between the two before this moment. After all, he hung out in engineering plenty when he had nothing better to do. Maybe that made him a massive nerd, but it also made him the perfect audience for watching human and quarian interactions play out in a military ship.

So... yeah he enjoyed it a little bit. Just a little.

Bo's posture shifted a little. “Fine.”

“Why does it sound like you're at the same impasse I'm at?”

She shot him a blank look. “Your problem is a combo of generalized anxiety disorder and a possible curse by the universe on anyone you have a crush on. My problem is that I'm scared I'm going to break her in half or breathe on her too hard and give her the flu.”

He was pretty sure that last one wasn't going to happen, quarian enviro-suits were well supported to keep nasty humans from giving them the flu. Once the visor went up, he didn't know. Quarian biology wasn't his specialty.

The former... well... he was going to think the best of her.

“You have good control, and she's pretty healthy.”

Bo groaned at that. “Yeah but I keep freaking out about it! I know she can handle it, she's tough and gorgeous and smart as hell but it's always in the back of my fucking mind that I'm going to get her killed!”

And this was why he kept trying to get her to go -

“I know what you're thinking and fuck off, if I didn't go to therapy after Akuze I'm not doing it for this.”

Apparently she was also a mind reader. He made a mental note of that as he checked his omni-tool one more time. It was still not working, but the static wasn't nearly as bad. It was probably due to the rain – there was a little less hissing. Maybe it was passing over.

Excellent, they could get out before they delved too deeply into each other's pathetic excuse for a romance resume.

He shrugged off her attitude regardless, though. “You already know my recommendation there, I'm not going to say it. But I think she knows what she can handle.”

“I know...” another groan. “Is this how you feel all the fucking time?”

Alistair checked his omni-tool again. “Worried about things with logical answers? Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well it fucking sucks and I want off the ride.”

That made two of them, which was why he took medication for it. It didn't always work because Saren had replaced quite a few things as his top anxiety producers over the last couple weeks, but it helped. It wouldn't help her, though – he didn't even want to think of the dosage she would need at her size.

Did pills even go that high? Maybe he'd ask the doctor about that the next time he saw them if he got out of this alive. Talk about motivation.

After that little outburst, they were quiet. The rain was definitely starting to slow, though. Even better, the sky was beginning to clear up as the sudden storm began to pass the area. It wasn't completely safe yet, but they were getting there.

“Is that thing working yet or what?”

Someone was testy. Alistair gave her a shrug as he tapped it one more time. Much to his relief, this time the static cleared. He could hear something on the other end beeping softly. A connection had been established.

“Yo is anyone out there? Matt, Waters? You two better not have fucking died out there, I swear-”

Nope. That wasn't Joker.

Bo's eyebrow lifted as she looked over at her CO. “I feel like a little stress relief, how about you?”

“I mean, we did come here for a mission.” Alistair was already working to locate the source of the call. It was probably nothing, but at least it would keep them busy until the Normandy could dock safely to pick them up. Maybe they could finish this mission after all.

At the very least, running around would clear both their nerves a little. He was feeling more than a little twitchy, and no doubt his XO felt the same. Maybe a little head smacking would help them settle down for the ride back.

If not... well, they'd work that out before she got back to Tali. It wouldn't do to accidentally break her in half or anything.

[tinysupervicki]

It’s hard to stay away, huh? I did turn off my notifications on twitter but I still peeked. Why are y’all so amazing to me? What did I do to deserve this love? This community?

Since y’all have been there for me ever since my mom passed three years ago, I’d do anything for y’all. I felt I did let y’all down because I’m a content creator and haven’t done anything in so long. It sucks because I’m yearning to do so but lack the time due to now being an adult, working a grueling adult job and living with family.

I believe I will be able to get a place of my own later in the year, I’m really hoping for that. As for my full time job, I’m actively looking for another one. The one I’m at, I feel I work so hard but I’m not appreciated enough. It’s a healthcare industry and I work hard to help people with their needs while management focuses on metrics and numbers. I wanna get out of there.

I haven’t had time to myself and just be selfish for once? So I’m glad I was able to take time off to have a pretty long weekend to enjoy Sizecon 2020 and spend time with friends.

Let’s get started on the recap, shall we? Bare with me, I talk a lot (and not well might I add).

Day 1: Thursday 2/13/20

I woke up at 4 am to catch my flight that leaves at 6:45 am. I thankfully had all my bags packed, I just needed to shower and be ready. My dad took me to the airport and wished me off. At this point, I had plenty of time, even seeing the long TSA line at the Houston airport. I had internally groaned a lot but managed through. After having some minutes to spare, I grabbed a quick bite to eat at one of the dining places, a lovely breakfast bowl that I can have (those of you who don’t know me, I have celiac disease and I have to eat gluten free). Jumped on my flight and comfortably slept in my seat on the plane. The plan was to have a connecting flight to Charlotte, NC and then to Newark, NJ.

Two hours later, I woke up to not at my destination but at Colombia, SC. Apparently, while I was asleep, they had to divert us to the next airport because the weather was really bad in NC. We had two options: stay on the plane and wait it out until we’re back in the air to NC, or get off the plane and figure out another alternative. I stayed, I had plenty of time until my connecting flight was scheduled (which I actually got alerts that it ending up delaying a lot) so I stayed in my seat and watched greys anatomy. About almost an hour passed and we’re finally back up in the air, with more space to breathe since there were people that did leave the plane. Landed safely in NC and I ventured off to find snacks and wait at my gate. It kept delaying but I finally was able to get on my flight to NJ, making my total time at the airport and in the air...all day, I can’t do math lol. I safely landed in NJ at 5:30 pm, I had been awake since 4 am. It was a day.

Yo, I’m gonna get him and his wife a gift, I swear to god, but DJ (aka Giantgripper) saved me by picking me up from the airport and letting me stay the night at his place. When he’s the host, he does one heck of a job as a host. Since I hadn’t eaten a proper meal since 5 in the morning or so, DJ took me to a Mediterranean little mom and pop restaurant that I fell in love with. Had a stuffed pepper and practically cleaned everything off my plate. After we ate, I accompanied DJ while he did some errands for extra things he needed for the con (which did include articles of clothing for the giant cafe lol). I was happy to help as much as I could. After that, we made it back to his place. Once his wife Adri (chibiana) came home from work, we watched a documentary while trying (and failing with me because I’m a turd) to make different mixed drinks to taste. I ended up going with hot chocolate, I’m a simpleton when it comes to alcohol. A little bit afterwards, I had to pass out, it was a long ass day.

Day 2: Friday 2/14/20

Valentine’s was just another day for me. Woke up, got dressed, and DJ surprised me with a fresh homemade breakfast. It was magnificent, I scrapped the plate then too. Plans for the day was to get allllllll the stuff we need and travel to the hotel, which apparently was an hour and a half away from DJ’s house I believe. Adri had to go do another thing for work and was gonna meet up later. DJ and I traveled to the hotel first. I passed out again in the car, I was so exhausted from before I guess it had hit me again.

We made it to the hotel and unpacked the car with my stuff, his and Adri’s bags, and things for the con. I got to say quick hellos to people I knew that were already there (gave a big ass hug to Miss Kaneda, she’s so precious and a big hug to IamFilledwithStatic). I was going to be sharing a room with shortmarcy, Morgana (Moe), and Guiri. So since I had arrived first, I will check in first; Morgana and Guiri were still flying from Spain and shortmarcy didn’t come until the next morning. Since it was under shortmarcy’s name and the deposit was paid under her, She had to call to have the hotel let me check in for her. In turn, I had to put my card on file. I thought I was being a responsible adult and I thought it was gonna charge like half of the charge or something but...they charged the full price of the hotel. Which was $503...which was basically everything in my bank account. I didn’t know that was gonna happen, I panicked and just sat on the couch outside of the con area while Robyn (goddess-rei) comforted me. I had to come to terms that shit happens and I had no money for the weekend. But I graciously had the best of friends this weekend, I’ll get to that in a sec.

After my bumming out, I changed to put on my blouse for the valentines banquet (one of my guaranteed dinners that night lol). I met up with Morgana and Guiri and also sillylilbug (she’s so adorably sweet). We had our own table along with my friend Joe (CaptainRandGTS, who is a phenomenal photographer btw). We ate some good food and they took account of my gluten free (however I think the chimichurri steak may have upset my stomach). I said goodnight and went to my room to basically turn the bathroom up XD I had changed into my pajamas to head downstairs to get water and pain medicine when I turned the corner and saw a group of people walking down the hall. Guys, I’m still getting used to this, but the group was like, “Is that Vicki?!” “That is her!” And I was like WHAT. It was my lovely friends sviolet, mansquishers, mister finch, Joseph moestar, and Strongshadow2018. I was so surprised and honored, I was gushing. I got to hang out with them in their hotel room for a bit, played cards against humanity (I WON!) and ate ridiculously delicious gluten free cookies misterfinch made.

Day 3: Saturday 2/15/20

Con day. This day was a bit of a blur honestly (my mind is not the same people) but I know I took this day to “try” and relax. I was still bummed about my money problem but I had enough to buy the breakfast buffet meal ticket. My idea was to chow down a lot of food (since it was a buffet) so I won’t ask for food but that did not happen because I have wonderful friends?? Towards noon, I went to ihop with my crew (we called each other the sizecon crew lol) with sviolet, mansquishers, mister finch, Joseph moestar, and strongshadow2018. We had a nice time and I was so grateful for the lunch! Once we headed back to the hotel, we split up to do more con shenanigans. I met so many people, it was amazing. People I already knew and new people as well. It was awesome to match names to faces, it was so cool. I’m telling you though, my mind is not the same so I can’t list out the whole list of everyone I’ve seen. Then I got to see my good friend Steve (Miles Striker). I’m so fucking proud of this dude. He showed me a film he wrote, recorded, and edited all by himself, it was mindblowing. We had to go back downstairs after that because I forgot I had a social to lead and he had panels to go to. I stopped by the giant cafe, that was fucking wild. I ran the Fluffy Feels Social and I did my best because I’ve never ran something like that. But I’m glad we all liked the same thing and we just kept talking! It was getting late to when the Playroom was gonna start, so I headed back upstairs. Chilled a bit more with my crew and then headed back downstairs. I don’t know what got over me, but I gathered enough courage and joined the nude swimming party. I cannot believe I did that, that was a big step for me. Kinda sucked getting out though because I didn’t have extra clothes and it was fucking cold.

Day 4: Sunday 2/16/20

Technically last day of the con but it was the busiest. I spent all morning practicing my skit for the Tiny Cafe. I was nervous and pacing around in my hotel room, making sure I get it right. Around 12:30, I headed down to meet up with the rest of the cafe to get ready when we start at 1 pm. I could not describe how nervous I was. I wanted to make sure I didn’t mess up and I know I was lip syncing (graciously provided by Anoka’s vocals) I was still nervous as fuck. This was a performance and I’m now more confident talking to others about my kink/aesthetics but performing? Oh lawd. We had a big crowd apparently, I was surprised. We had to get more chairs and apparently turn people away? THAT MADE MY NERVES SKYROCKET. The cafe starts with a wonderful performance by Adri (Chibiana) then followed by cute transitions from our servers mini-moo and shortmarcy. Then it’s time for our skit: Veronica (Jitensha), me, and Aim were shrunk and sung songs about our giants. I was first (omg) and mine was in the style of “Maria” from west side story (Veronica called it Shrunken side story). I was shaking like a leaf and tried my best to get through the whole song while doing silly quirks of mine. Once that was done, I rushed back from my spot XD it was Veronica’s turn to sing about a giant dick lol and Aim serenading a giant lady. After our skit, it was the grand finale of Morgana performing a dance in a giant hamster ball. It was incredible. Despite my anxiety, I’m glad I did this and we did so amazing (we made tips!!!!).

Right after that was done, I had to rush to lead a social of Giant men and Tiny women. It was a small turnout but we still got people and we talked a lot. When that was done, I rushed to be on my first panel of the day: Owning what you love. After that was the Macrophile panel and then after that was the Diversity panel. I was on all of them and they were back to back, I was a busy lady lol. After that panel, I was free! Since I made tips from the cafe and I was broke from the hotel, I got to buy a few things in the vendor hall. Was able to say hi to some people I knew like scridam, the reducer, miss kaneda, iamfilledwithstatic, robclassact, and aborigen. It was also mister finch’s birthday so since I was free for the night, I went with the crew to go celebrate at a restaurant. That was such a nice time, I swear everything I did this weekend I wanted to experience again. When we came back to the hotel after dinner (after a quick stop to the liquor store lol), I was able to make it in time for the closing ceremony. Hearing everyone’s words touched my heart and reminded me why I love this community. So I was able to give a speech to say that; this is my second home when I lost my only home when my mom passed. God, that room was filled with so much love. I went back upstairs and hung out more with the crew and watched Promare (pretty sick movie). I was gonna head to bed but I hung out more with Steve and we watched a movie before passing out.

Day 5: Monday 2/17/20

It was time to say all of my goodbyes to everyone that had to leave. I gave so many hugs and love, I just miss them all. Most of the crew had to head out, except for sviolet, she had her flight in the afternoon. So we went out to breakfast at a Mexican restaurant, reminiscing this whole weekend. We came back to the hotel to chill in my hotel room. Morgana and Guiri were leaving to the airport back to Spain and shortmarcy wanted to venture to NYC before she went home the next day. So sviolet and I chilled in my room before she had to head out.

Then for the rest of the evening, I had the room to myself. I watched law and order svu whole packing and double checked I had everything. I waited up for shortmarcy to come back (I was so worried) but she made it back after 10 pm safe and sound. At that point, I had to go to bed because my flight in the morning was at 5:45 am.

Day 6: Tuesday 2/18/20

I woke up at 3 am to get to the airport on time and my Lyft driver I got...I had a feeling he was having a bit of fun by himself before he picked me up. Because it stunk in the car of cum. Whatever, I held in my breath and made it to the airport safely. My flights were on time and I slept on each one. I did not want to go back home.

Back to reality and I hate the after con blues! Especially with how much this con and community means to me.

Hoping there’s a next year and I’m ready to help as usual.

Y’all have a goodnight ❤️

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S3 Ep 29-30: LAVA GOLEM

Ah, Kaiba island.

I’m not quite sure how big Kaiba island is. In this picture it looks like we got ourselves a 6 story building on the side, but if we compare the 6 story building to the tower it’s like...that’s a 100 story building, roughly? Our art team has given up trying to make this building look like anything other than what it looks like, and they’re just going to make a metallic cross-section of a dick every time it shows up.

Also, I kinda wish we saw a little bit more of the landing sequence to get here because....

....did we do an Akira motorcycle slide into this island or is that just me?

Meanwhile, as Joey is duking it out on the world’s largest, coldest dildo, Serenity is stationed at the post she made for herself.

LOL Why did they do this? Why would they design this?

(read more under the cut)

Inside the swamp cloud, Marik is shocked that Joey has been largely unphased by this horrific experience.

Clearly Marik has not caught on that Joey’s been conditioned to this stuff living with Yugi for the past many years, and a little bit of pink spirit-sucking wires aren’t really much of a match for that time Joey saw Yugi light a guy on fire with a match once. Well, a lighter. Either way, this isn’t so bad.

And then, I don’t really talk about card games here, but Marik introduces a new card I have not seen before.

Behold, Lava Golem.

Look at him! Like I know everyone’s kinda freaking out about the new pokemon but like...Lava Golem? Remember that sweet face?

He’s just soooooo good.

Man this is the first Yugioh card ever that I’ve actually liked.

And, upon seeing this terrifying situation, Tea turns to Yugi and says:

Thanks Tea.

Also during these few episodes, Marik is starting to undergo a transformation, mostly via his viens. It’s a look. Kind of worried about his blood pressure.

And I was thinking that they just invented a a chin vein, but, as it turns out, they actually did their research.

There is a vein there! I mean this isn’t really that big a deal to most of you, probably, but anime often gets a bad rap for ignoring anatomy (which ... it’s a cartoon so yeah that’s...that’s what you do in cartoons, you ignore most anatomy) but hey--they got this vein correct. I don’t know why they even bothered, but that was very nice of them to make something so gross so correct.

And because some of you might want this just for yourself, cap free:

Enjoy.

Along with this good boy.

Is it just me? Is it just me that’s all ham about this Domo Kun face? This Mario mini-boss?

I usually don’t like the Yugioh monster designs but this one is just...he’s such a good boy.

Anyway, the art team was told at some point to change piss cloud and they decided to do this instead

Why does the width keep changing on the tower? Like I know it was tossed between different artists but like...it just...it keeps changing and it bothers me.

Anyway, back to what matters.

Can this be our new Joey Wheeler? Just leave everything about Joey Wheeler the same but replace his sprite with Lava Golem and with no explanation. I’d be down.

I do think that this arc brought back their A-team for the animation, there was just a lot more going on visually than we’ve had in a good while. Like this Marik face, for instance--this very famous face that I’ve seen drawn on like...a whole lot of characters. This is a much-referenced pose.

I mean, hey, not using reference while drawing is the same as dueling as Yugi Muto and just never using the Pharaoh. Like sure you could, but never, ever, ever do that.

And I just want you to know, I held that really corny anime art joke in for like a straight week on twitter as the entire world was going off about whether or not you’re supposed to use reference materials when you draw as if this is some sort of controversial topic (it’s not. No one cares about your process.) and y’all, it was HARD. But I did it. I resisted the discourse and still found a way to sneak it into here, into the side blog where I can go off about the inane art twitter discourse without getting blocked.

Which, again, was about “Can I use reference?” I...art twitter. Art twitter, I swear. why would you NOT? You have the Pharaoh, art twitter. You have the Pharaoh.

Anyway, I hope at least one of you got that joke. I hope one of you at least was like “lol--Art Reference is the Heart of the Cards.” and the next time someone tells you that using reference is cheating (which will never happen, a infinitesimal number of people in one forum on DeviantArt in 2003 said this once in the entire history of art, and I don’t know why twitter is fighting with these child-run forums that don’t even exist anymore) you can say “Don’t you dare talk about my platonic soulmate that way.” and just end the argument there.

The hell are these people who say artists don’t use reference? Do you write history papers without reading books?

And that’s my rant that was a.) too long for twitter and also b.) maybe too much anime. With art twitter it’s like..there’s no middle ground between too much anime and not enough anime. No middle ground and I have no idea where the people who follow me even stand. I think they just want to see Zelda. I think that’s about it. I really can’t tell with them. I’m like...always confused as to what those people want.

I need to delete my twitter. Anyways, back to Joey, who felt like breaking the fourth wall.

And so Marik decides to sober up and play the God card.

Yo guys, remember God Cards? I’ll be honest, I kinda completely forgot about them.

And then at some point this shot happened and I was living for it.

such a good idea to offset people in a different filter and kinda stack em. Bro was saying he remembered this sort of thing in Cowboy Bebop but I don’t remember what the hell he’s talking about. Bro and his spicy headcanons are mixing up Yugioh and Cowboy Bebop now. Never thought I’d see that.

And then Kaiba’s muscles kinda twitched and it looked like smiling.

Man, were there a lot of phoenix references in the 00′s or is that just me who read way too much Harry Potter?

And like, because I do draw Yugi sometimes, occasionally people will reblog and tag with Pharaoh’s real name in there (I can’t really avoid that spoiler), so I think it’s pretty likely his name comes from Atum of Egyptian legend. Who...wasn’t really a Pharaoh. Atum was kinda weird, he gave birth to...himself. He’s an interesting read. But, we’ll get there when we get there.

But, I didn’t really know about Bennu pyramids until I actually went and looked up Egyptian Phoenixes. I had always thought that the Phoenix was Greek in origin but, according to Wikipedia some people say it happened in Egypt as well. And if it’s good enough for Wikipedia, it’s good enough for Yugioh.

The return of the mystery purple moisturizer jug and it brought it’s entire extended family of fiji waters.

And so, Ishizu decides to do the right thing and take care of Mai. Not sure what Ishizu knows about being a nurse since she lived underground, but since she can help cure poisonous snake bites, maybe comas are a little bit easier?

And so Serenity starts the 30 minute jog up the phallic tower to get to Joey’s death sequence. She’s made it to about...20 ft outside of the plane by the end of this episode. Serenity runs kinda slow.

Bro mentioned that he thinks it looks like Tea’s trying to very stealthily steal Yugi’s wallet. And that’s just my spicy headcanon now, too.

Well now that’s over, lemme see if...

.......it could’ve happened. It only has like a couple of human skulls on it.

And hey if this is the first recap you’ve ever seen from me, here’s a link to read them all from the beginning in Chrono order, back when they weren’t color coded and I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

[bandaids-not-groupies]

Get to know me uncomfortably well - tagged by @livewiredroger ❤️ sorry this took so long to post!! 

1. What is your middle name? 

Janie

2. How old are you? 

21, gonna be 22 in a couple months

3. When is your birthday?

December 4th! A day after Ozzy’s

4. What is your zodiac sign? 

Sagittarius

5. What is your favourite colour? 

Light purple and black

6. What’s your lucky number?

I don’t actually know

7. Do you have any pets?

No but I did have a dog!

8. Where are you from? 

Chicago!

9. How tall are you?

5’0 lmao

10. What shoe size are you? 

6

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 

Too many to count lol

12. What was your last dream about? 

I don’t remember 😅

13. What talents do you have?

None lol. I’m boring af

14. Are you psychic in any way? 

Nope lol

15. Favourite song? 

I’m a believer by the monkees (I’ve always loved that song)

16. Favourite movie? 

The Godfather

17. Who would be your ideal partner? 

Keanu Reeves. He has my heart and soul

18. Do you want children? 

Yeah but only like 2

19. Do you want a church wedding? 

Yeah but nothing too big

20. Are you religious? 

Kinda but not really. Like I acknowledge that there could be a God. But I don’t practice it that much. So basically I’M SINNING AND I’M WINNING

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 

Yeah. Twice. Once cause I had a bad ear infection and then another time I had pneumonia

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 

Nope!

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 

Yes I have! Back in my emo days I meet Christofer Drew from Never Shout Never, which was actually pure luck! NSN was in town for a concert, but I couldn’t go because it was a 18+ venue so I couldn’t get in (I was in 8th grade at the time). So my family and I decided to go out to eat at a restaurant which was coincidentally across from the venue. So we were walking down the street and I see this huge tour bus right outside the restaurant. My heart starts racing and i thought “how cool would it be if I bumped into someone from the group” well lo and behold as we are coming closer to the bus, Christofer Drew turns the corner and walks towards the bus. So I stop in my tracks and just say “Christofer Drew?” And he stops and he says hi! He asked if I was going to the show and I said no and he goes “well you gotta promise you’ll come to the next one!” Of course I made the promise and I didn’t break it! He came back that summer and I got to see him ❤️ I also met two groups called Breathe Carolina and Crown The Empire. I also met Evan Peters and Sebastian Stan at Comic Con a couple years ago. I also met Corey Crawford. The goaltender for the Chicago Blackhawks, my favorite hockey team.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers! I don’t like the idea of bathing in your own filth.

25. What color socks are you wearing? 

I’m not wearing any!

26. Have you ever been famous? 

Nope lmao and I probably never will be

28. What type of music do you like?

I like oldies. Mostly from the 50s-80s. Anything from Dean Martin to Motley Crue. I do like modern music too. I still listen to some of the bands I listened to in middle school lol (like the ones i mentioned before and others like All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice & Men, Asking Alexandria, and a couple more.) I also like Greta Van Fleet and 5 Seconds of Summer. I also like spanish music. Like Maluma, Bad Bunny, Becky G, etc. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 

Nope lol 

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 

It depends. It could be one or none. Sometimes i don’t use a pillow

31. What position do you usually sleep in? 

On my tummy! 

32. How big is your house? 

It’s a two bedroom apartment. I’m not complaining tho, its very cozy. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 

If I wake up early enough lol it’ll usually be eggs (over medium), some coffee, and some bread 

34. Have you ever fired a gun? 

Nope and i don’t plan on it! 

35. Have you ever tried archery? 

Yes! I tried it when I was in Girl Scouts in elementary school 

36. Favourite clean word? 

Groovy 

37. Favorite swear word? 

definitely FUCK

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 

like a day? I got like four hours of sleep the night before. Got up at like 6am, went about my day. Then I stayed up until 7am working on a research paper for class (college is a BITCH). 

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Nah cause your girl is hella ugly lmao

41. Are you a good liar? 

Not at all. People can tell when I’m lying cause my voice gets high lmao 

42. Are you a good judge of character? 

Eh I do my best 

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 

I try to do a posh British accent and I try to do a Steve Irwin Aussie accent   

44. Do you have a strong accent? 

People say I have a strong chicagoan accent but i don’t hear it!

45. What is your favourite accent? 

I’m a sucker for aussie accents 

46. What is your personality type? 

just took the test..i got ISFP-T (adventurer) 

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 

hmmmm all I can think of at the moment is my Doc Martens. They aren’t really clothing but it’s all I can think of lol

48. Can you curl your tongue? 

Nope!

49. Are you an innie or an outie? 

outie :(((( i hate it 

50. Left or right-handed?

Right handed! 

51. Are you scared of spiders? 

YES YES YES

52. Favourite food? 

Pasta! I could eat it all day, every day 

53. Favourite foreign food?

Tamales and Pozole. That’s my shitttt

54. Are you a clean or messy person? 

I try and be a clean person and stay organized but it only lasts for a bit then I go back to my messy ways lol 

55. Most used phrase? 

“that’s a mood” and “no mames guey” (Mexican slang)

56. Most used word? 

Dude and Darling

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 

Depends. If I wear my hair natural, then an hour. But if I gotta style it, then like an hour and a half or two hours( I got a lot of fucking hair, dude). 

58. Do you have much of an ego? 

Hell no lmao. This bitch has a low self-esteem so 🤷🏻‍♀️

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 

Suck 🤪

60. Do you talk to yourself? 

All the time lmao 

61. Do you sing to yourself? 

Yeah sometimes 

62. Are you a good singer? 

Nope lmao but I still do it anyways 

63. Biggest Fear? 

A lot of shit. Spiders, Holes (trypophobia), tearing my achilles or getting them cut (ever since I saw Pet Sematary), dolls, bugs crawling under my skin, throwing up...and i can’t think of anymore on the spot 

64. Are you a gossip? 

you bet your ass I am. Soy una chismosa lmao

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

Titanic  

66. Do you like long or short hair? 

On girls, long but not too long. Maybe like mid-back. And guys, long, like ear length and longer 

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 

Yeah but i couldn’t point them out on a map 

68. Favourite school subject? 

Biology/Human Anatomy. I’m a sucker for science 

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Definitely an introvert. No doubt about that lol 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 

Nope!

71. What makes you nervous? 

Meeting new people, class discussions, and presentations

72. Are you scared of the dark? 

If i’ve just seen a scary movie then yes lol  

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 

Sometimes. For instance, if one of my friends from ecuador uses a word wrong in a sentence, then I would tell them the right way to say it to help them learn more english. i never correct someone to seem like i’m smarter or to be rude. It’s simply to help them. 

74. Are you ticklish? 

Yeah! In some places like my feet, neck, and my back, 

75. Have you ever started a rumour? 

No way! That’s terrible 

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 

Only when babysitting my little cousins lol 

77. Have you ever drank underage? 

Yeah lmao. When I went away for college

78. Have you ever done drugs? 

Once, when I hungout with a guy at school we smoked some weed

79. Who was your first real crush?

One of my friends from college. I met him Freshman year and I still like him...I’ve liked him for four years but i’ve never had the guts to tell him 

80. How many piercings do you have? 

6! I have four on my left ear and two on my right ear. I have the standard lobe piercings, then the upper lobe on both sides. Then on my left I have one above the upper. And then I have my helix pierced on the left side. (i hope this all made sense lol) 

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Nope

82. How fast can you type? 

Eh I would say pretty average 

83. How fast can you run? 

Not at all. I hate running 

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown! 

85. What color is your eyes? 

Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? 

Some ingredient in the Banana Boat sunscreen. And some type of plant. I don’t exactly know which one cause I went to the botantic garden one time on a field trip and I don’t know which plant caused my allergic reaction but when I got home I had hives all over me. 

87. Do you keep a journal? 

Nope, never did 

88. What do your parents do? 

My mom is an ortho technician and my dad is a delivery man

89. Do you like your age? 

Yeah I guess. I mean I can buy my own alcohol so that’s pretty neat 

90. What makes you angry? 

Everything 

91. Do you like your own name? 

Eh it’s alright. Pretty boring 

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I like the name Elena for a girl and Jonathan for a boy 

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Doesn’t matter to me

94. What are you strengths? 

I’m a ride or die bitch.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I don’t really share my emotions so I keep things bottled up 

96. How did you get your name? 

My cousin picked out my name 

97. Were your ancestors royalty? 

Not that I know of. But what I do know is I have family from Spain. 

98. Do you have any scars?

Yeah, one on my arm from when I burned myself with my straightener. And another at the place where my nose meets my forehead, between my brows. When I was in elementary school, I was running out on the playground and I tripped and I slide across the cement and scraped my nose and my whole forehead. THERE. WAS. BLOOD. EVERYWHERE. 

99. Colour of your bedspread? 

Light pink 

100. Colour of your room? 

White! 

I tag: @tommyleeownsme, @babe-mustaine, @waycooljunior, and @universal-scorpio ❤️

[woildismyerster]

can i request a modern!race x reader where they’re in the same circle of friends but don’t really talk and end up having a really close flirty friendship that all their friends ship and they end up dating?

Please do!

“Y/N, you know that math isn’t my thing, right?”  Davey ignored the packet you held in his face, raising his eyebrows at you.  

“Can you help me, or not?”

“Probably,” he sighed.  He took the homework and paged through it, absently asking one more question.  “Why don’t you ask Race for help?”

“Because I don’t talk much to Race,” you said.  “It would be out of nowhere.”

“Friendship usually is.”  Davey gave a stumbling explanation of the math concepts, periodically pointing out that if you wanted quality help, you had a friend who could actually provide it.

You knew that Race was a rockstar in his math classes.  You knew that he told the best jokes, that he could skateboard like a pro, and that he made a mean grilled cheese.  You knew plenty about him, which seemed a little unfair since you could count on one hand the number of times that you had a solo conversation with him.

He was one of the closest friends of all of yours, but the two of you somehow managed to stay out of each other’s orbits.  It had been unintentional at first, but after years of ‘you would love him,’ you didn’t seek him out on principle.

If your math grade suffered a little as a result, so be it.

“Oh, thank God.”  

Your brow furrowed when the words came from over your shoulder, and it turned to a frown when the owner of the voice sat in the seat next to yours.

“I thought that I wasn’t going to know anybody in my testing room,” Race said.  He grinned at you, and the sincerity was heavy.  “You have no idea how glad I am that you’re in here.”

“It’s a shame nobody else is here,” you hedged.

“I’d take anybody,” he said.  “You’re good enough for me.”

Your lips quirked into a smile.  “Not sure you’re good enough for me, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

In all honesty, you would rather have been without him.  Even so, the way his jaw dropped made the room a little brighter.

“I am spectacular company,” he said.  “You just have bad taste.”

“I have great taste,” you countered.  “You just don’t taste good.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he sneered.

Like everybody had told you, Race whizzed through the math portion.  He spent his free time angling his four function calculator toward your seat and typing numbers so they spelled out words when he turned it upside down.

You didn’t know why ‘BOOBS’ made you laugh, but you got several dirty looks from your neighbors.  Race grinned at you, and you grinned back.

“You know who makes the best notes for presentations?  Race.  I swear, it’s impossible to be nervous when you read the notes he makes.  You should partner with him sometime.”

“You know, maybe I will.”

Katherine had a lot to say about being forced to change into swimsuits in the open on swim days.  It would have been more interesting if she didn’t say the same things every week, and if you hadn’t already agreed with it all.

“It’s humiliating,” she reiterated.

“True that.”

“People shouldn’t be afraid to come to school, and I know for a fact that there are teenagers who have crazy anxiety about this.”

“Uh huh,” you said absently.

“What are you looking at?”  She followed your gaze to where Race stood by the side of the pool, waiting for his to jump off the diving board.  “Oh, I see.”

“I’m just watching the swimmers,” you said innocently.

“You’re sexing Race up with your eyes, Y/N,” Katherine grinned.  “I thought you barely tolerated him.”

“We’re friends, now.”

“Mmmhmm.”

You shot her a look.  “Friends can look at other friends, Kath.  Remember how you used to look at Jack?”

“We make out under the bleachers at football games now.”

“Oh.”  You searched for another, more valid example, but fell short.  It wasn’t a big deal to like seeing Race in a swimsuit, right?  Casual appraisal wasn’t a problem.  

Race glanced over at you, taking note of your gaze.  He waved, smiling smugly.  He repositioned himself like a swimsuit model, looking utterly ridiculous with his miles of arms and legs.  He was too lanky for that pose, you told yourself.  It looked stupid.

Your suddenly dry mouth said otherwise.

“Oh, indeed,” Katherine said with a cheshire smile.

“Race looked cute today.  Right, Y/N?”

“Hmm.”

“That shirt made his eyes pop.”

“Hmm.”

“I didn’t like you much at first, did you know?”  You tried to eat the peach in a way that wouldn’t dribble the juices all over yourself, but you were failing miserably.  You settled for cupping a hand under your chin to catch them.

“When was that?”  Race handed you a napkin, but you waved him off.  It was too late for that.

“Like, until state testing.”

His jaw dropped, outraged.  “How could you not like me for that long?  We were friends for years!”

“Hardly,” you snorted.  “We had the same friends.  You were just that guy everybody wanted me to talk to.  It felt like nagging, so I didn’t want to talk to you at all.”

“And to think,” he groused, “I liked you from the start.”

“You always were a sap.”

He threw his peach pit at you, but your hands were too full to catch it.  You let it hit your shoulder, and frowned at the syrupy splotch it left behind.

“I liked you eventually,” you said.  “Really, I just had to talk to you.”

“Thanks.”

“It made up for your face.”

You laughed when he jostled your hand, spilling the peach juice on your clothes.  You wiped the rest of it down his leg, and he winced for the rest of the day at the stiffness of his leg hair.

(“I’ll have to amputate the leg, Y/N.”

“Take a shower and suck it up.”

“I’d let you suck it up, if you know what I mean.”

“Race, save it for in your dreams.”)

“Wanna hang out later?”

“Can’t.  I’m going over to Race’s for a project.”

“Human anatomy?”

“Jesus Christ.  English.”

“So,” Albert said.  “You and Race, huh?”

“He’s my friend now, yeah.”  You bit your lip while you measured out the water for AP Chem, wishing that your partner would pay more attention to the lab than to your relationships.

“Sure seems like more than that.”

“Because we actually talk to each other?  Funny how close that makes people.”

Albert huffed out a sigh.  “We all told you that you would like each other if you just talked.  Now that you have, it’s obvious that you want to date.  Just bone, already.”

“Crass,” you commented.  He wasn’t totally wrong, of course - Race was overwhelming for your senses.  All of you was conscious of all of him, and you had yet to find a solution.  “Why do you care?”

“It’s physically painful to watch the two of you.  Swimming through Jello would be easier than cutting through that tension.”

You laughed.  “Quit being dramatic.”

“I’m not!”  Albert took your pencil and poked you in the forehead with your eraser.  “Get it through your skull - the two of you will be happier once you make out.  Just do it.”

You harrumphed, but silently agreed.  You had wasted a lot of time ignoring Race, and it was a mistake.  Maybe it would be a mistake to put this off, too.

“Y/N, you seem like the type of person who could make it work with a high school sweetheart.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“You’re gonna kill your interview,” you said.  “No question.”

“No,” Race groaned.  “Lots of question.  All of the question.”

Race was laying on his bed, and you were sitting on the floor next to it.  Minimizing the temptation, maximizing the comforting.  Sort of.  

“You’ve got this,” you urged.  “NYU will be eating out of your hand by the end.”

His face was buried in a pillow, and you half wondered if he had suffocated himself.  “Y/N,” he mumbled, “I really, really want to go to this school.”

“And you will.  Just be yourself.”

“That’s garbage advice,” he said.  He flipped his head to the side and glared at you, but it was halfhearted.  “Colleges aren’t looking for all of this.”

‘This’ was accompanied by gesturing at a middle school track t-shirt, athletic shorts, and old man socks pulled all the way up to the knee.

“You’ll be wearing a suit,” you said.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

You sighed and climbed up onto the bed.  You ran your fingers through his curls, and he relaxed a little.  

“Race, be yourself.  That worked on me, right?  You’re the coolest person I know, and you don’t even have to try.”

“I try really, really hard around you,” he said.

You scoffed, and he sat up.

“I’m serious.  I was so busy trying to get you to like me that I didn’t even care about how I did on those tests.  It was, like, a full time job.  I wanted to be my funniest, my smartest, my most interesting.  You brought out my superlatives,” he said urgently.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it only grew when Race leveled you with his tired, earnest eyes.  “And it worked.  You are the funniest, smartest, most interesting person I have ever known.  NYU will see the same thing.”

“I hope so,” he sighed.

“Why were you trying so hard to impress me?”  You couldn’t look at him when you asked, and he didn’t look at you when he answered.

“I’d only heard good things about you, and I had only seen good things from you.  It seemed worth a shot.”

“What were you hoping for?”

“Everything.”

You didn’t know what that meant.  You weren’t sure if he was satisfied with what he’d gotten, or if he was waiting for more.  You weren’t sure how much more he wanted.  That being said, his eyes were very blue, his mouth was turned down with exhaustion, and his hands were playing with a loose thread on your pants.

You wanted everything.

You kissed him, bracing your hands on his knees.  He didn’t hesitate before responding, slow and cautious.  His hands came up to cup your cheeks, and he sighed into your mouth.

“I wasn’t trying to ask for that,” he said, pecking your lips one more time.  His hands stayed on your jaw, brushing along the curve of it like it was something to be studied.

“No,” you agreed.  “But I wanted to give it.”

That earned you a half smile, and his eyes were brightening.  “I don’t think that’s what I’m aiming for with the interviewer.”

“Do what you have to do, babe.”

He grinned, and he leaned in again.

“You know what I need?  Somebody to make out with.  Right now.”

“Y/N, you do realize that you don’t need to tell us every time you kiss Race, right?  We don’t want to know.  We’ve seen too much.”

“You shouldn’t have talked so much about it before, then.  You’ve made your bed - it’s time to lie in it.  Race, get in here.”

[chogiwank]

Studying Antics

Warnings: Public sex, fingering, dirty talk, smut, etc.

Your boyfriend, Yuta asked you to help him out for studying human anatomy. Him being strong in his school studies it came to you as a surprise when he asked for such a favour, but of course, you accepted. Although, Yuta had other intentions.

“Alright students that's all for today, remember to study for the anatomy test tomorrow and read chapter 25, I wish you all the best!” The professor said as the bell for dismissal rang.

You started to get up out of your seat, packing up your belongings. Suddenly feeling a hand on your shoulder you turned around. You were greeted by an all-too-well-known smile.

“Yuta, what’s up baby?” You asked, smiling back kindly.

“Well, I need to ask you a favour.” He asked flashing a warm smile.

“Yeah of course, what is it?” You asked tilting your head slightly.

“I need some help...” Yuta trailed off, making you raise your eyebrows and nodding your head as a signal to go on. “Can you tutor me a little bit for the anatomy test tomorrow?” He asked nervously.

“What?” You said questioningly. “But you’re always so good in your studies? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it is I just need some extra help in understanding some things.” He said with a pout. “Please...”

You sighed. “Yeah of course. Let’s go right now, I'm free and need to revise anyways. It’ll help me as well.”

“Really?” Yuta said happily. “Let’s go!” He said grabbing your hand. You took a hold of your belongings and he leads you two towards the library. You two took a seat near the back of the library, it was quite empty, not many people arrived yet, probably because of lunch hours. The both of you placed your books on the table and you asked Yuta what he needed help with. You two began your tutoring session, around 30 minutes in you realized Yuta began to get distracted. He wouldn’t reply to you as quickly when you asked him if he understood what was going on. His gaze would shift off somewhere once in a while and you would have to bring his attention back. Eventually, you got through the lesson Yuta asked for you to teach him.

Finally relaxing and stretching, you sat back in your chair. You noticed Yuta was distracted once again, his gaze staring down. You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“Hey baby, what’s bothering you? You’ve been so out of it for the past 10 minutes. Anything wrong?”

Yuta snapped out of his trance and looked at you. “W-what? No it’s nothing sorry...it���s just...” Yuta trailed off making you raise your eyebrows. “Follow me? I wanna tell you something but, a little more privately.”

You nodded your head and got up following Yuta. He leads you towards the last book shelf in the corner, it was one of those dark, sort of closed off sections. Yuta brought you into the corner, standing in front of you, covering you from view. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yuta, what are we doing he-“ You were cut off by his lips being placed on top of yours in a passionate kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him off of you.

“Yuta! What the-“ He placed his hand over your mouth, shushing you.

“Shhh, not so loud, if we get in trouble it’ll be bad for us both.” He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, sliding it down to your waist. He pressed his lips against yours once again and began to give you open-mouthed kisses. He slowly started to move down to your jawline, down to your neck kissing all your soft spots, making you let out a quiet moan. Yuta softly chuckled against your neck. He began to gently bite down and suck on your soft spot, leaving you marked as his.

“You’re so pretty, Baby,” Yuta whispered into your ear with a sly smirk.

“Yuta...” you said breathy “We can’t... let me help you finish studying.”

“Baby, let me be honest here, I don’t need to study. I just wanted to spend some time with you, I’ve missed you.” He says leaving a passionate kiss on your lips. “I’ve missed you, but lately we’ve been so busy with school work and exams. I need a break to get the stress off my mind, I need you.” He slowly brought his hand up your shirt, shivers ran down your spine because of his cold fingertips. “We can still study, but we both know I’m more of a hands-on learner. You can help me out with the test coming up, like this.”

Yuta says with a smirk. He brought his hand up to squeeze one of your breasts. “A deeper understanding of human anatomy.” He winks as he connects your lips once again, beginning a heated make out. His hand begins to knead your breast, making you let out quiet moans. You threw your head back, breathing heavily. Yuta removed his hand from your breast, bringing it down to your jeans. Lips still connected to yours, he unzips your jeans sliding them down a little, along with your panties. He slowly glides his fingers across your slits and inserts two of them into your pussy. You struggled to keep in your moans, luckily they were muffled against Yuta’s lips. He smiles into the kiss seeing you struggle to be quiet. He loved it when you would moan his name, scream for him - but seeing you such a wreck for him, in such a public place with the chance of getting caught- got him hot.

He removes his lips from yours as he started to finger you at a faster pace. You’re panting got heavier and faster. You bite your lip to keep your moans silent. 

“I don’t like it when you hold back ur moans from me baby...” He says with a deceitful smile. God, whether if it’s a pure smile or a sinful smile, it always got you so weak for him. His smile was so pretty, you swear even the sun crawls to its knees whenever he flashes it. “But there’s something about seeing you struggle that’s just so hot. You’re so wet for me, and you wanna scream but you can’t. I don’t know why it’s just so pleasing to see you struggle baby girl.” And there it was, those words that brought you closer to your high. Those dirty, filthy words, he would always say them so innocently, it destroyed you every time.

He brought his free hand around your waist, down to your ass giving it a squeeze. He brings his lips towards yours once again, pushing his tongue into your mouth. There was no need to fight for dominance because you both sure as hell knew who had the power here.

As he continues to kiss you, you feel your climax coming.

“Yuta... I’m going to...” You lean your head back and furrow your eyebrows, your mouth slightly open.

“It’s okay (y/n), do it. Just let go for me.” He says with heavy breaths.

You arch your back, and Yuta brought his hand on your ass up to your back to keep you standing up. As Yuta’s fingers helped you with your release. He kisses you to muffle your moans. Taking his fingers out of you, and breaking the kiss, he licks them clean.

“Mmmmm baby as good as you look all fucked out for me, you taste even better.”

He then helps you redress yourself, pulling up your panties and jeans, pulling your shirt down and fixing ur hair so you looked somewhat presentable. He looks at you and smiles,

“Thank you for helping me study baby, it’s highly appreciated. I think I’m more than ready for the test tomorrow “ he smirks. “But let’s get back to your place and help you study for that test, yeah?” He winks and starts to walk back to the table you were sat at before to gather your belongings, leaving you all flustered.

A/N: well here’s my first smut I’ve posted, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated and asks are open!! Feel free to send in some!! Thank you so much !!

~ Doyoung’s Darling

[trade-baby-blues]

Self-Service

Pairing: Bones x Reader 

Word Count: 2129 

Warning: raunchy behavior, swearing, drinking, nsfw 

A/N: I finally updated the formatting on this. How long ago did I even post it. Without further ado, this is gonna be the first installment of my "Embarrassing Encounters" series. Hope you enjoy!  

 “Alright, Y/N. Your turn,” Jim yelled. He was like a five year old in a candy shop. Hell, a room full of half-drunk women probably was his idea of a candy shop. You groaned as the pillowcase was passed to you. 

“Why do I let you talk me into these things,” you asked as you fished your hand in blindly, reaching for a slip of paper with someone’s name on it. Someone, you hoped, that wouldn't be Leonard McCoy. 

“Because I’m irresistibly charming.” Jim winked at you while you struggled to hide your snort as a cough. Jim caught it and scowled. “Fine, because I’m your captain and I order you to pick a name.”

You brushed your fingers through the small slips of paper left in the bag, trying to find the right one. Finally, your skin hit against a piece that was crumpled into a small ball and you thanked whatever gods were out there that it hadn't been picked yet. As you pulled it out and unwrapped it, Jim leaned forward in anticipation. “Aw boo,” you said quickly, “Looks like I got myself. Oh well. Here you go, Uhura.” You handed the bag to right, but Jim launched himself across the circle, snatching it away. 

“And here I thought you were a woman of integrity,” Jim said, feigning hurt in his voice. 

“Then why would she sleep with you,” Bones interjected. 

“Hey, I happen to be very-” 

“Can we please get this over with,” you interrupted. 

“Hoping for some quality time with a certain someone,” Jim teased. He pulled a slip of paper out and read it, beaming at you. Your stomach dropped as he handed the paper to Bones and clapped him on the back. “Have fun, lovebirds.” 

“Knock him dead,” Uhura whispered as you stood. You tried to give her your best smile, but it felt more like a dog baring its teeth. Judging by the worry on Uhura’s face it must have looked like it too. 

“Ladies first,” Bones said, holding the closet door open for you. You passed by close enough to smell his cologne and honestly thought you’d faint. At least he’s a doctor. 

It was quiet enough in the closet for you to hear everyone outside snickering. You were gonna kill Jim for this. You weren't sure how yet, but you had seven minutes to think about it. 

“So, you and Jim, huh?” 

“Me and Jim what,” you responded more rudely than you meant to. 

“You know,” Bones said, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively. 

“No, no. God.” You ran a hand down your face, trying to figure out why the universe had stacked itself up against you to put you in this situation - talking about fucking another man to the person you were in love with. “It was a one time thing. An act of desperation.” 

Bones laughed. “Desperation? I figured you would've had a line of men out your door.” Heat crept up your cheeks and you wished the light in the closet had been off. 

“Don't have the time,” you muttered. “I’m always down in engineering and Scotty’s my boss so I can't sleep with him.” 

Bones grunted. “Jim’s everyone’s boss.”  

“Yeah, but you know he’s...He’s Jim.” 

“Fair enough,” Bones said, settling back against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you tried your best to ignore the way the cloth strained against the muscles in his arms. You busied yourself by inspecting the rows and rows of a Command shirts in Jim’s closet, not at all surprised to see that many of them were ripped or stained. “Why were you so desperate?” 

You sighed, pinching your eyes shut. You wracked your brains for a less vulgar way to say ‘because I’ve wanted to bang you senseless for a year and got tired of just daydreaming about it.’ “It's a long mission. Guess I needed to let some stress out.” 

Bones pushed off the wall and stepped closer to you. In the small space his toes were already almost brushing against yours. “Why Jim, though? Why not someone a little more skilled?” 

“Like who,” you scoffed. 

Leonard’s fingertips caressed your elbow. You pulled it closer to your body but his hand followed, sliding from your arm to your hip. “I am an expert in human anatomy.” In the cramped quarters you could hear the slight slur in Bones’ voice. “Why don't I give you a little check up?” 

Your heart leapt to your throat as he leaned in, moving past your lips to press a kiss to your neck. Bones’ hand slid from your hip to the hem of your uniform skirt while his other hand tangled itself in your hair. He tugged softly, allowing himself better access to your neck. You felt teeth slide against your skin and whined softly. There were too many things to focus on. The smell of whiskey and cologne and sex mixing in the air. The scratch of stubble on Bones’ jaw. The warmth of his breath on your neck. The softness of his fingers as they slid up your thighs up and up and up and 

“Time’s up,” Jim yelled, bursting through the door of the closet. He had a PADD in his hand, ready to snap an embarrassing picture but Bones’ body was covering you completely. “Why don't we continue this in my room,” Bones whispered while you straightened your skirt. He caught your hand in is. “Ain’t no use straightening it if it's just gonna come off.” 

“God you're drunk,” you muttered. You could still feel the heat between your legs but forced yourself past Bones. 

“Now wasn't that fun,” Jim said. You scowled at him, punching him in the shoulder as you walked by. 

“Jesus, Bones. What’d you do to her?” 

You grabbed your belongings in a rush, assuring Uhura you were fine and you'd tell her everything over breakfast. Once you were out the door, you practically ran back to your quarters. Every cell in your body was buzzing with excitement and there was only one way to release it, so you locked the door and stripped down, ready for another night alone. You hoped Bones didn't come check on you or he might hear you moaning his name. 

You woke to soft dreams and warm sheets. Jim had promised you the day off in exchange for going to his party, so you let yourself soak up the memories of last night. How good Bones’ fingers felt sliding up your skin. The softness of them tickling your nerves as they edged closer to your panties. You could imagine how it would feel next - his fingers rubbing your clit slowly through the fabric as his lips tasted every inch of your skin. You sucked in a breath, tracing your hand over your breasts and down your abdomen. 

You spread your legs and clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle a scream. Pain shot through you, blurring the edges of your vision and whiting out the circuits of your brain. You forced yourself to breathe, relaxing your muscles. Gradually, the pain lessened and you reached forward to pull the covers away. 

“Why couldn't I have just died,” you asked the empty room. Your dildo was laying there, used but not forgotten, gracing your bed with the memory of what could have been after your and Leonard’s closet escapade. Battery acid had seeped out and onto your skin, burning a giant pink penis onto the inside of your thigh. The longer you stared at it, the less it seemed to hurt. You leaned as close as you could to inspect the wound. 

You’d had your fair share of chemical burns in Engineering, but this was definitely one of the worst. You ripped through the top two layers of skin into the hypodermis when you moved your leg off of the sheet. You could see blood and fat and started to feel lightheaded. 

“Oh this is gross,” you whispered. “This is so gross. I’m gonna-” You barely had time to throw yourself to the edge of the bed before you puked on the floor. The movement caused your legs to bump into each other and the dildo pressed against your stomach, which immediately started to burn. The pain sent your stomach in knots and you retched again. Luckily, you didn't have much other than alcohol and chips in your system since last night. Unluckily, that meant a lot of dry heaving as your stomach churned. 

When it finally calmed down, you hung off the edge of the bed trying to catch your breath. No more moving. You tried to clear your brain and figure out the best course of action, which, in this case, was any action that didn't involve going to Medbay and have Bones see the dildo burned into your skin. Maybe you could call Uhura to get you some supplies. You'd been burned enough to know how to treat yourself, although it wouldn't help with the scar. 

A knock on the door had you frozen in place. You didn't dare to breathe, hoping whoever was here would think you were still asleep. Of course, this wasn't exactly your lucky day and the visitor knocked again. 

“Y/N,” Bones said. 

You let your head drop over the edge of the bed, quickly snapping it up again as your hair fell into the puke on the floor. There was no way you were gonna let Bones see you like this. 

“I know it's your day off, but I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. Can I come in?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing would come to your brain except what the fuck what the fuck. 

“Yeah,” you called out. “Give me a sec.” You had to get dressed, although you weren't sure if you’d make it to the closet or not. Carefully, you rolled onto your back towards the end of your bed. You moved your good leg over the edge, planting a foot on the floor. You moved your arm down next, letting gravity take over as you slid onto the floor. Unfortunately, gravity got the best of you and your injured leg came slapping down against the floor. Your scream echoed off the walls. 

When the white finally left the edges of your vision, your eyes settled on Bones’ worried figure hovering above you. “What happened,” he asked, slipping easily back into Doctor Mode. You couldn't deny the demanding tone of his voice was pretty hot. You wondered if he would use the same voice in bed when his hands were exploring your naked body and - fuck. You were still naked. 

“Fine,” you said shrilly, covering yourself with your arms and the bit of sheet hanging over the bed. “I’m fine.” You tried to push yourself off the floor, but your skin stuck to the tile and you hissed in pain. 

“Take the sheet off,” Bones ordered. 

You did your best fake laugh and shook your head. “Really, Dr. McCoy. I’m fine.” 

“Take the sheet off or I’m getting Jim.” 

You paled as you weighed your options. You'd never be able to look Bones in the eye again if you had to explain how you got in this situation. You could always switch doctors though and easily avoid him. Jim, on the other hand, would tell everyone in Starfleet. You'd have to drop out and settle down in a fishing town in the Northeast. Or better yet, find a planet in a different system to make your new life. 

Bones snapped his fingers in front of your eyes and brought you back to the harsh reality of the situation. “Sheet. Now.” 

You yanked the sheet off the bed and tossed it away from you with an exasperated groan. It landed with a loud clattering sound that caught your and Bones’ attention and you wondered if you could remotely program the transporter to beam you directly into the heart of a nearby star. Your dildo skidded across the floor before stopping under a ceiling light like a comedian getting ready to put on a show. Bones stared at it before turning slowly back to you. You stared straight ahead, not even blinking. 

Your arms were crossed and your fingers pressed against your skin hard enough to bruise. Maybe you could find some more of the dark matter Nero and his crew had collected and go back in time to prevent yourself from ever being born and living through this moment. Bones prodded the skin around your burn gently, and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“You know,” he started, “I’ve pictured you naked plenty of times, but it never went quite like this.” 

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[thatkidwiththeunkepthair]

Bleeding Out (My Love)

Okay! First Supergirl fic.  

Pairing: Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (Sanvers), Lena Luthor/Kara Danvers (Supercorp) J’onn J’onzz & Alex Danvers (Plationic/family ship), J’onn J’onnz & Kara Danvers (Platonic/Family Ship), 

Fandom: Supergirl, Grey’s Anatomy

NOTE: This chapter can be read as purely a Supergirl Fic

Kara landed after watching Lillian Luthor escape with Jeremiah, frowning as she looked around. There hadn’t been a whole lot of damage to the area, but there had been a shipping container that had been blown up, Jeremiah Danvers having pressed the button before they boarded a private helicopter. She had chased them as far as she could before J’onn called her back to the shipyard where the shipping container had exploded.  

J’onn grabbed her arm, looking at Kara straight on.

“We can’t find Agents Danvers and Vasquez, nor Detective Sawyer.  We need you to scan the shipyard,” J’onn said, shaking his head. “They’re here, I can hear them all.”

J’onn didn’t add that all he was getting from Alex was thoughts of pain and only pain, and Maggie’s thoughts sounded frantic.

‘Come on, Alex.  I need you to wake up,’ he heard, quickly knowing that it was Maggie’s thoughts, and not Vasquez’s.  ‘Come on, Babe.  Wake up, wake up.’  ‘God, that’s a big head wound.  Please wake up, wake up for me baby.’

“We need to find them, and fast.”

‘Come on, Danvers.  You can do it. You taught me how to walk through injuries in the field, just wake up.’

Vasquez.  J’onn felt fear run through him, completely sure now that Alex, his earth daughter, was the only one seriously injured.

Kara quickly began to scan the area, thankful that whoever had made these shipping containers was cheap and hadn’t lined them with lead.  She quickly found the area where the container had exploded and felt her heart stop.  

“J’onn, someone’s trapped under a big piece of the shipping container,” she breathed out, shaking her head. “Someone’s trapped, and the two others are hovering over them.”

J’onn’s heart stopped when Kara said that, knowing now that Alex was completely trapped.  If the other two had been able to free Alex, they would have already done so.  That meant that the metal trapping Alex was too heavy for humans, and J’onn didn’t want to know what Alex’s injuries were.  

J’onn shot into the air, Kara close on his heels.  He rushed to where he had seen the explosion.

What they found would probably haunt both J’onn and Kara for the rest of their lives.  Alex was trapped under a piece of the shipping container.

It may have even hit J’onn harder than Kara, because he saw his daughter K’hym in her.  Alex was so still that when J’onn saw her, he feared she was already dead.  Then there was a slight rise of her chest and a shaky, fast fall, as if Alex couldn’t control her breathing.  

Even unconscious, Alex looked like she was in pain.

While they were landing, J’onn took a moment to look at the way the three were positioned, trying to ensure that neither of the others were hurt as well.

Maggie knelt next to Alex’s head, and she had quickly pulled Alex’s head into her lap.  She held Alex’s right wrist in her right hand, counting the beats of Alex’s fluttering, stuttering, and failing heart as it attempted to push blood through her damaged body.  Maggie’s left hand rested on Alex’s left cheek.  Her thumb brushed at the downed agent’s skin, much like one would do when trying to soothe another.  

Her eyes, however, weren’t fixed on Alex’s body or the sheet of metal that rested upon her girlfriend. Her eyes were on the wrist watch Winn had made (It’s indestructible, Maggie! I made one for everyone!) as she took Alex’s pulse.  Maggie’s eyes weren’t filled with tears, but they were wet with unshed tears.  J’onn’s Earth Daughter’s girlfriend was strong, just like Alex was.  She was able to keep her head in the game, knowing that Alex needed help.

Vasquez was trying in vain to lift some of the metal, any of the metal, off their friend’s body.  But they were only succeeding in cutting their hands open with the jagged, sharp metal.  When they noticed J’onn and Kara, they stopped trying and looked down at Alex, watching closely for the hitching rise and fall of Alex’s chest.  

“She’s unconscious,” Vasquez rushed out.  “The metal hit her and she went down, hit her head.  We were right next to her.  The metal’s too heavy for us to lift, and it’s too sharp.”

Vasquez’s hands shook with the pain and the nerves of the situation, watching as Kara dropped to her knees next to her sister.  Maggie looked up for just a second, watching as Kara took Alex’s left hand, before she read out the final pulse count.

“Pulse 136 beats per minute, weak.  She’s starting to tank,” Maggie said, her hands shaking.  “I would bet anything that her blood pressure is going to be low when she gets medical attention. It’s got to be blood loss.”

C’mon, baby, c’mon.  Prove me wrong, babygirl, J’onn heard, and he immediately knew who it was.  Prove me wrong and I’ll do anything, even bring you non-vegan ice cream.  Just wake up.

J’onn felt his heart wrench in his chest as he listened to Maggie’s thoughts.  It wasn’t intentional, but J’onn felt like he was intruding.  He quickly tried to block out the thoughts, though he also wished that Alex would awaken.

“How long has she been unconscious?” Kara asked, putting her hand on Alex’s shoulder.  Alex was pale and clammy. It almost made Kara remove her hand, but she kept it there, feeling how her sister’s heart raced and how her normally warm skin was soaked with a cold sweat.

“Since the explosion,” Vasquez responded.  The paced around the others, becoming too agitated to simply stand around.  

“Sir, with all due respect, we have to get her free and to the DEO or the hospital, whichever is closer!” Vasquez’s voice was harsh and full of emotion, their body shaking with the intensity of the situation.  

J’onn agreed, though he was worried about moving Alex without having any medical personnel around to aid them, just in case Alex had a spinal injury or began to decompensate.

“Kara,” he said suddenly, an idea having come to his mind.  “Check Alex for injuries, see if there are any spinal, head, or major damage.”

Come on, Danvers, J’onn heard.  You can’t leave me, babygirl. You can’t.  I haven’t given you permission to leave me, baby.  God, I’m shaking.  Please don’t leave me, baby.  Please.

J’onn was stunned with how much pure emotion, pure love, was conveyed with the thoughts.  He was hit with a wave of pure love, and pure anxiety. J’onn looked at Maggie, though she didn’t look up at him.  He saw the shaking she was doing, now knowing that it was from the fear of Alex leaving them.

Kara quickly stood up, motioning for J’onn to move away, so she could get an even reading.  She didn’t dare ask Maggie to move, however. Instead, she tried to work around her, knowing that Maggie would bite her head off if Kara asked her to move.

Kara first scanned at Alex’s head and neck, relieved to find that Alex’s neck was clean, without any breaks. There was a small spot on the back of Alex’s head, but Kara thought it looked more like a bone bruise than a normal injury.  

She continued on to Alex’s torso, frowning when she noticed the breaks in Alex’s ribs and the painful looking hairline fracture on Alex’s sternum.  

“Four broken ribs, two others with small cracks.  She has a fracture on her sternum,” Kara said, focusing her eyes on Alex’s abdomen, wondering if she’d be able to see any internal bleeding.

When she was unable to really hone in on any damage in Alex’s abdomen, she continued her way down Alex’s body.  Her pelvis looked fine, if not a bit bruised.  Her femurs also looked intact, but it looked like Alex had a broken kneecap on the right side.  

Kara sucked in a deep breath when she finally hit her sister’s lower right leg.  It was in pieces, looking nothing like what a normal leg looked like.  Instead of three big bones that made up the ankle, there were at least 7 pieces in Alex’s right leg, not to mention the shrapnel that had embedded themselves in Alex’s ankle when the explosion had happened.  Kara immediately knew what was wrong.  

Alex would rapidly go into hypovolemic shock if they didn’t get her out of here soon.

“Her right leg, it’s smashed.  There’s shrapnel in her ankle and it’s in at least 7 pieces, maybe more.  It’s an open fracture, she’s bleeding too much.”  It came out breathless, though everyone knew Kara Zor-El never became short of breath.  

Everyone went mute for a moment.  The only noise was Alex’s raspy, uneven breaths as they whistled in and out.  

Oh God, Baby.  You cannot leave me.  You have to swear it, babygirl.  You can’t leave me ever.  Just hang on, we’re going to get you out of here.

“We have to move, now,” Vasquez growled, breaking the radio silence.  

J’onn quickly nodded, stepping towards the metal.  He put his hands on it, listening as his Earth Daughter continued to struggle through blood loss and her injuries.  He motioned for Kara to lift with him, and soon, they were ready to lift the metal and pull Alex out.

When Kara picked a spot to grip and lift, her nose wrinkled when she touched something that was wet and sticky.  She removed her hand, taking a look at what was on it.  The breath left her lungs when she saw what was on her hand.  

Alex’s blood covered her fingers, and half of her palm.  She swallowed hard and wiped it on her hand.  Alex needed her more than she needed to have a panic attack over the fact that her sister’s blood was all over her hand.

“Maggie, Agent Vasquez. When we lift, you both pull her out.”

J’onn returned to look at Kara, and began counting.

“On three.  One, two –”  

They lifted on three, watching as Vasquez and Maggie pulled the agent free.  Once they were sure that Alex was free from the metal, J’onn and Kara both dropped it.

Maggie pulled Alex free before she dropped onto her ass and tugged her girlfriend into her lap. Alex’s head rested on her shoulder, laying crossways across her lap.  Maggie cradled her, tears finally flowing now that Alex was free and Maggie saw the extent of the injury to her ankle.

She held Alex as close as she could as Vasquez tried to get a good look at Alex’s ankle.  Maggie pressed their foreheads together, closing her eyes for just a few minutes as she cradled her injured girlfriend, heart pounding like crazy.  

When Maggie pulled away, Alex let out a groan and her eyes slid open.  

Alex was very rapidly accosted with the pain of her injuries.  Maggie let out a small noise of joy and lifted her head towards the sky. She sent out a quick thank-you to the powers that be, grateful that Alex had opened her eyes.  Alex resuming consciousness meant that she hadn’t lost more than 40% of her blood mass and that Alex still had a chance.

Maggie never thought she’d be so glad to see those Hazel eyes, even though they were filled with pain. She wanted to let out a shuddering sob, but Alex needed her.  She tried to steel herself against the emotions going through her, locking it away in a corner of her mind.  She failed when she noticed Alex perk up at the sight of Maggie and the knowledge that she was being held by her girlfriend.

“Hi, Baby,” Maggie choked out through the tears that leaked through her façade. Maggie stroked Alex’s cheek before dropping her hand to place it on Alex’s hip.  

“Mags,” Alex whispered, lifting one hand to touch Maggie’s cheek, and the tears that were streaming down them.  

“Jesus, Baby.  You scared me,” Maggie whispered, putting their foreheads together again.  “You can’t do that to me, Alex.  You can’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry,” Alex slurred. Maggie took the hand that Alex had touched her face with and clutched it tightly in her own.  Maggie pressed a gentle kiss to the palm, shaking with adrenaline.  

“W-What happened?” she questioned.  She brought in a deep breath, wincing and coughing with pain that came from her ribs and chest.  Maggie immediately held her closer, listening to her girlfriend’s ragged breaths in and out. All the breaths were shallow and rapid, not at all sounding like what Alex normally breathed like.  

“Do you remember anything?” J’onn questioned.  He’d had a front-row seat to the destruction that the bomb had done, though he hadn’t known that any agents were in the area, let alone his Earth Daughter.

Alex shook her head, and even though she had gone slow, Maggie watched as her girlfriend became dizzy. She looked up at J’onn, Vasquez, and Kara, fear beginning to take over.  

“Alex, a shipping crate exploded, it pinned you.  Your leg is injured, medical is on its way,” Vasquez explained.  

Maggie looked at Vasquez straight on, shaking her head.  

“We need to move her, and soon.  She’s lost too much blood, and she’s going to hit the no turning back point soon. Dizziness is not a good sign at all.”

“I’ll fly her out,” Kara offered.  She knelt down, intending on taking her sister into her arms, when J’onn quickly shot her idea down.

“Supergirl, we can’t risk that.  She’s very far gone, yes, but medical has blood.  They keep blood in the coolers.  The best thing that you could do is to get medical and fly them here,” J’onn explained.  “She’d get too hypothermic flying.  She’s not like you or I, and Alex has already lost a lot of blood.  She would get too cold way too fast.”

Alex took that moment to speak up, swallowing thickly.  Her mouth was so dry, and she was so thirsty.  It wasn’t fair.  She was in pain, thirsty, and cold, and they couldn’t do anything about any of it.

“He’s right,” she whispered breathlessly, her chest hitching up and down after almost every word. Alex felt like she couldn’t get in much air.  She looked down at her fingers and used one hand to press at the nail of one of them. It went white and took several seconds for the capillaries to refill, while it should have taken less than one second.

“ ‘ve already lost at least t –” Alex stopped, heaving for a good breath.  “Ten p-percent of blood volume.  Need b-blood.  Too long f’ hospital.”

Kara took Alex’s hand and gripped it tight.  

“I’ll go fly medical to our location.  Alex, you keep hanging on, okay?”

Alex looked Kara in the eye, nodding slowly as Kara stood and took off.  

There was a few minutes of silence, the only noise being Alex’s raspy, fast breathing.  Vasquez, like Maggie, had had some basic medical training, and was counting Alex’s breaths for a full minute.  Maggie would take her pulse again soon, when she could make it seem like she wasn’t taking Alex’s pulse.  

When Vasquez was finished, she held up a 3 and a 7, signaling that Alex was breathing 37 times in a minute, making her Tachypenic and, most likely, wasn’t getting good oxygen saturation.

“N-Need to look ah-at my leg,” Alex slurred out.

Alex picked up her head to try and take a look at what had become of her ankle.  Maggie was quick to keep her from looking, taking her head and keeping it where it was.

“Baby, you know that only makes the pain worse,” Maggie murmured into Alex’s ear.  

“Just focus on breathing for me, babygirl,” she advised.  “Medical will be here once your sister arrives.”

Alex let out a whine of frustration, barely audible. She wanted to know why her leg kept sending her shocks of agonizing pain, and if there was even half a leg still there.  

But she stopped trying to look, feeling dizziness continue to accost her.  Her hand fell into her lap, and her head went limp against Maggie’s shoulder.  She didn’t have much energy left to hold it up, and she needed to use all her energy just to breathe.

“Is it s-still there, at least?” she questioned after a few minutes.

“It’s still there, Alex, I swear,” Vasquez promised.  

Alex picked her head up to look at Vasquez.  She carefully picked her hand up, though it was exhausting, and offered it to her friend. Vasquez took it and gave it a squeeze. J’onn stood at Alex’s feet, debating on trying to put pressure on the wound instead of just letting it bleed.  He knew he shouldn’t try and set the bone when it was like this, and there was no way to stop the bleeding when there was bones that couldn’t be set.

Alex just laid in Maggie’s arms, shaking.  She had her head resting on Maggie’s shoulder, simply taking in the warmth of the body that held her.  Maggie pressed kisses wherever she could reach, soothing her girlfriend whenever the pain began to get too bad.  

“Just hold on, baby.  We’re going to get you out of here,” Maggie said, sounding half-choked. “I love you, Alex.”

“Hurts,” Alex bit out, shutting her eyes against the half-blinding pain coming from her ankle. Maggie just held her tighter, brushing hair out of Alex’s face.  

“I know, baby.  Just hold on.”

Alex shook her head, feeling lost as she tried to keep her eyes open. J’onn picked up on the exhaustion and the dizziness and quickly stepped in, rubbing at Alex’s shoulder.

“Keep fighting, Alex. I’ll tell you stories about Mars if you do, of Mars before the White Martians.”

Alex blinked at him sluggishly before giving him a small nod.  J’onn and Vasquez’s eyes kept looking down at the huge puddle of blood underneath Alex’s legs, and how much paler Alex looked each minute.

“Mags,” Alex wheezed.

Maggie quickly pressed a kiss to Alex’s lips, stroking her cheek.  

“Keep fighting, baby. Kara should be here any minute.”

Alex shook her head before her eyes rolled back into her head, and her whole body went limp and her breathing began to get faster than before.

Maggie made a choking noise, her heart skipping a beat or two as she watched Alex pass out.

“Alex! Alex, baby, wake up! Wake up!