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â° đš attention pleaseđđš
I am Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb,đ©žđ a dedicated specialist in emergency medical care from the Gaza Strip.
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For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital, striving to be a doctor of great repute,
caring for the wounded and the ill with compassion and skill.đđ©č
Howeverđ„,
the devastation of war disrupted our lives and prevented us from serving our patients at Al-Shifa HospitalđŁđ,
forcing me to leave my cherished home and the familiar walls of the hospital that had become my second home, a place of comfort, peace, and beautiful memories of my work.đ
As I left behind the echoes of laughter and camaraderie with my colleagues, patients, and friends,đ°
I embarked on a painful journey southward. I bid farewell to the streets where I grew up, the corners I sought refuge inđ„đđ, and the colleagues who felt like family.
Memories of my formative years and the countless lives I touched during my tenure at Al-Shifa đŁand other medical facilities, such as Friends of the Patient Hospital and the Indonesian Hospital, overwhelmed me as I struggled to come to terms with the upheaval.đđ„
Despite the adversities that besieged me,
I held fast to my dream of becoming a successful doctor. đđâđ
I was fortunate enough to study medicine at Al-Azhar University, from which I graduated and later served as a teaching assistant, imparting knowledge to aspiring medical students with unwavering dedication. đđđ€
The idea of specializing in internal medicine drew me back to Al-Shifa Hospital, but sadly,
the brutal war destroyed it, shattering my hopes.In the midst of the chaos and destruction brought by warđ„șđŁđ
I sustained multiple injuries and narrowly escaped with my life. đ„ș
The sanctuary of my home, a place of peace and beautiful memories, was completely destroyed, leaving my family and me impoverished and homeless. đŁđđ°
Yet, amidst the ruins, a glimmer of hope persists as I continue my work at Al-Aqsa Hospitalđ, extending a helping hand to those in need without expecting anything in return. I draw strength from the humanity and love instilled in me by my teachers and mentors during my years of education and service.âđâ€
Today, we find ourselves taking refuge in a humble tent, âș đđŁđ
stripped of our possessions and livelihoods. The loss of my job, my home, and some of my loved ones is a heavy burden to bear. đą
Nevertheless, I refuse to succumb to despair, holding on to the belief that brighter days lie ahead.
With a heavy heart, I reach out to youđ„șïżœïżœïżœđ
dear reader, seeking your assistance in securing safe passage for myself and my family from the chaos and brutality of war in Gaza. đ„șđđ”đžđđđ€đđ
With your kindness and generosityđ„ș, I hope to reclaim the path to achieving my medical career, đ©șđđ©ž
becoming a specialist in internal medicine, and returning to help my people.
This would enable me to provide care for my loved ones and contribute to the healing of our wounded nation.Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.đ„șđâ€đ”đžâ
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I think growing up around so many people who excelled in their sports was super damaging to me in a way I canât quite explain
#like I pushed myself rly hard as a child#cos I used to go to gymnastics in my cousins old competition leotard#that she wore when she was on the British gymnastics teamđ„Č#and Iâd watch her competition videos obsessively and try and copy her and the squad girls#and actually I could do way more than people on my level but the coaches mustâve seen smth I didnât cos I never made the squad#u have my grandad who won international boxing competitions#my family friend I grew up with who was a national cross country champion#and fencing and would probs be an Olympic triathlete if he didnât decide to focus on his career in medicine#my classmate who is an Olympian medalist and world champion athlete . wild#the entire group of people I used to party with who were all either regional or national team water polo players#and I was just there sucking at everything#not sure how to explain how it affects ur self worth#coming last in the 100 meter sprint next to a future Olympic sprinter lmfao#and now my 10 yr old cousin who has. no exaggeration. an 8 pack. does 18 hours of gymnastics a day. and is beating teens at competitions
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Okay, but, BatAdvil.
At this point in his career, Bruce has developed more synthetic drugs than a Pfizer employee without health insuranceâit just comes with the territory. Given his close proximity to the Rouge Gallery and Gothamâs semi-poisonous smog, heâs had to teach himself the art of medicinal drugs. Thereâs an entire fridge dedicated to his creations, but his magnum opus will always be BatAdvil.
Bruce designed it following a particularly godawful run-in with Killer Croc back in 2005, but it was Dick Grayson who actually coined the term. Alfred was suspicious but ever since BatAdvilâs creation, Bruce has kept a tiny bottle of it on him at all times; any time the Joker or Poison Ivy gets a particularly nasty hit in, heâll pop a pill and suddenly heâs 25 years old again and painâs only a distant memory.
Eventually, though, the Robins get their hands on it.
Dick routinely steals Bruceâs horde. Itâs because heâs so generous with it; anytime heâs in a team up and his partner gets whacked around by one of BlĂŒdhavenâs worst, Dick, guilty, offers up the pills to both superpowered and pedestrian heroâs alike. Itâd made him extremely popular with the Justice Leagueïżœïżœïżœthereâs regular fights over who gets to assist Nightwing in hopes of getting their hands on some free BatAdvil.
Jason, once heâs adopted and learns the Secert, immediately sees the potential of dealing BatAdvil. He starts with the Titans, because their proximity to Dick means theyâre already hooked, and goes on to dominate the Justice League as the leading BatAdvil dealer. He makes a killing off that stuff and keeps his cash stash locked away in a random chimney in Wayne Manor.
Tim knows about it. Tim knows everything, actually, but heâs acutely aware of Bruceâs miracle pills and Jasonâs dealings with the JL. Once Jasonâs dead, Tim not only takes over the Robin mantle, but also Jasonâs superhero drug ring. He runs it so efficiently that when Jason comes back, he half considers hiring Tim for his criminal enterprises before he decides that trying to kill him would he more rewarding.
Side note: Tim 100% uses the chemical composition of BatAdvil to make a pain-relieving energy drink. It works great, but the problem is that itâs shit on his liver, so he has to go back to regular coffee after a few weeks to avoid losing another internal organ.
Damian and Steph are similar in that they both at first think BatAdvil is stupid. They stick to regular Advil or just go to hard drugs for when theyâre seriously injured. But then they both have a scenario where they have some sort of project or test the next morning and have to study, but also just broke like three ribs fighting the Riddler two hours before. They take BatAdvil once and never go back.
Bruce, to this day, uses the stuff religiously. Like, on a daily basis. (Heâs got eight kids, heâs forty-five, and heâs beating up criminals on the regular. Itâs tough on his knees.) But like regular Advil, the more BatAdvil one takes, the more their immunity grows and the larger their dose has to be. Bruce accidentally gives Clark one of his every-day pills BatAdvils after he gets whacked during an alien invasion and Clark immediately passes out. The League freaks out and Batman awkwardly disappears and pretends like it wasnât his fault. Dick cries tears of laughter when he hears.
#batfamily#batfamily headcannons#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#stephanie brown#dc#justice league#batfam#pain relievers#ibuprofen#the batfamily is fucking nuts
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Even though it's been months since I switched from neurosurgery to internal medicine, I still have a hard time not being angry about the training culture and particularly the sexism of neurosurgery. It wasn't the whole reason I switched, but truthfully it was a significant part of my decision.
I quickly got worn out by constantly being questioned over my family plans. Within minutes of meeting me, attendings and residents felt comfortable lecturing me on the difficulties of having children as a neurosurgeon. One attending even suggested I should ask my co-residents' permission before getting pregnant so as not to inconvenience them. I do not have children and have never indicated if I plan to have any. Truthfully, I do want children, but I would absolutely have foregone that to be a neurosurgeon. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than anything. But I was never asked: it was simply assumed that I would want to be a mother first. Purely because I'm a woman, my ambitions were constantly undermined, assumed to be lesser than those of my male peers. Women must want families, therefore women must be less committed. It was inconceivable that I might put my career first. It was impossible to disprove this assumption: what could I have done to demonstrate my commitment more than what I had already done by leading the interest group, taking a research year, doing a sub-I? My interest in neurosurgery would never be viewed the same way my male peers' was, no matter what I did. I would never be viewed as a neurosurgeon in the same way my male peers would be, because I, first and foremost, would be a mother. It turns out women don't even need to have children to be a mother: it is what you essentially are. You can't be allowed to pursue things that might interfere with your potential motherhood.
Furthermore, you are not trusted to know your own ambitions or what might interfere with your motherhood. I am an adult woman who has gone to medical school: I am well aware of what is required in reproduction, pregnancy, and residency, as much as one can be without experiencing it firsthand. And yet, it was always assumed that I had somehow shown up to a neurosurgery sub-I totally ignorant of the demands of the career and of pregnancy. I needed to be enlightened: always by men, often by childless men. Apparently, it was implausible that I could evaluate the situation on my own and come to a decision. I also couldn't be trusted to know what I wanted: if I said I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than a mother, I was immediately reassured I could still have a family (an interesting flip from the dire warnings issued not five minutes earlier in the conversation). People could not understand my point, which was that I didn't care. I couldn't mean that, because women are fundamentally mothers. I needed to be guided back to my true role.
Because everyone was so confident in their sexist assumptions that I was less committed, I was not offered the same training, guidance, or opportunities as the men. I didn't have projects thrown my way, I didn't get check-ins or advice on my application process, I didn't get opportunities in the OR that my male peers got, I didn't get taught. I once went two whole days on my sub-I without anyone saying a word to me. I would come to work, avoid the senior resident I was warned hated trainees, figure out which OR to go to on my own, scrub in, watch a surgery in complete silence without even the opportunity to cut a knot, then move to the next surgery. How could I possibly become a surgeon in that environment? And this is all to say nothing of the rape jokes, the advice that the best way for a woman to match is to be as hot as possible, listening to my attending advise the male med students on how to get laid, etc.
At a certain point, it became clear it would be incredibly difficult for me to become a neurosurgeon. I wouldn't get research or leadership opportunities, I wouldn't get teaching or feedback, I wouldn't get mentorship, and I wouldn't get respect. I would have to fight tooth and nail for every single piece of my training, and the prospect was just exhausting. Especially when I also really enjoyed internal medicine, where absolutely none of this was happening and I even had attendings telling me I would be good at it (something that didn't happen in neurosurgery until I quit).
I've been told I should get over this, but I don't know how to. I don't know how to stop being mad about how thoroughly sidelined I was for being female. I don't know how to stop being bitter that my intelligence, commitment, and work ethic meant so much less because I'm a woman. I know I made the right decision to switch to internal medicine, and it probably would have been the right decision even if there weren't all these issues with the culture of neurosurgery, but I'm still so angry about how it happened.
#I would love to do something about this but I have no idea how to#even the faculty that I do really admire and respect seem entrenched in some of these attitudes#it's really hard to convince people that women aren't traitors in the making#simply because we might get pregnant one day and need time off#oh I also heard people shittalking a resident that was on maternity leave#and saying she wasn't serious about neurosurgery#so it's just inevitable#I'm not the only female student that feels this way btw#there's a reason no women have applied to nsgy from my school in years#sexism#neurosurgery#surgery#medicine#medical school#med school#med student#medblr#my content#my text posts
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Yet Another Major Revamp: Semi-Realism Edition + make-your-own toolkit!đ„ł
đž DOWNLOAD: SFS
This is an edit of Phaenoh' Realistic Major to Career Linking BUT with the following BENEFITS:
đ NOT REALISTIC... BUT MAXIS-REALISM: this edit made the ideal careers for each major somewhat logical and coherent (consult the table below for the changes) yet respects the internal logic of the game because Maxis' humor is underrated, slacker and criminal are treated as serious career pathways in this game so why not đ€©
đ ALL MAJORS BALANCED âïž: frustrated with the lack of benefits that some majors offer compared to others? want an easier time being a job-hopper?? what do you mean my skills aren't transferable in this market??? WELL:
All majors are now supporting at least 5 or more careers
Art [6]: Adventurer, Architecture, Artist, Culinary, Gamer, Slacker
Bio [5]: Athletic, Medicine, Natural Sci, Ocean, Science
Drama [6]: Athletic, Dance, Entertainment, Law, Politics, ShowBiz
Econ [5]: Business, Criminal, Music, Politics, Show Biz
History [5]: Adventurer, Artist, Law, Military, Politics
Lit [6]: Artist, Edu, Entertainment, Journalism, Law Enf, Music
Math [6]: Business, Culinary, Edu, Gamer, Natural Sci, Science
Philo [5]: Culinary, Law Enf, Music, Paranormal, Slacker
Physics [5]: Athletic, Dance, Medicine, Ocean, Science
PolSci [5]: Intelligence, Journalism, Law, Military, Politics
Psych [6]: Architecture, Business, Criminal, Edu, Intelligence, Paranormal
All careers are now supported by 2 or more majors, only the Politics career is supported by 4 (cause Maxis' choice was so good I didn't want to touch it!)
8 careers that require degree (only available for graduate): Architecture, Education, Intelligence, Law, Medicine, Nat Sci, Oceanography, Science.
đ OTHER INFOS:
đ You'll need UNI EP đ
Credits: Phaenoh (for the base mod I edited and the tutorial!), SimPE
Conflicts:
mods that lock/unlock degree requirement like Lamare's getUniCareerWithoutEducation
any mods do the same thing (Belladovah's, Phaenoh's & Cyjon's) which you might want to consider shopping around first before picking mine so look below đïžđđ
also conflicts with lauratje86's but their mod works with default replacement majors so it can't be covered here, check it out though!
note: Cyjon altered some majors' names and skill requirements (he also hates Philosophy methinks), Phaenoh offers a different version that changes which career requires degree (just like mine but ADDED Business), Belladovah offers Education version in which every major benefits the Education career.
đ MOD RESOURCE: Linking Maxis Majors & Degrees to Maxis Career Toolkit đ„ł
đŻ Difficulty: EASY (no modding experience needed)
It's easier to customize own or track which majors your career is linked to with a bunch pre-made templates right???
Download my edited mod as a base & start making edits đ Have these templates to easily cross-reference 0x2(2) values you need to change in SimPE following PHAENOH'S TUTORIAL.
The templates will look like the 2 tables you see above, they are available in:
odt (highly recommended, easy to use word doc file with Phaenoh's tutorial included)
md (markdown file)
csv (for both of the tables you see above)
Comparison Table - use to compare your edits to MAXIS original Career By Major Table - work out which major supports your career and calculate 0x2(2) values
4. zip (for SiYuan users to import, highly rec because I used that program to make the tables, it's Notion but âšuglier and offlineâš)
đž DOWNLOAD (browse what you need): SFS
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What if we housed people, instead of hoarding homes for profit? What if we fed people, instead destroying food that couldn't be sold for profit?
What if the purpose of education was to help each child find their strengths and understand how to navigate their limitations? What if anyone who wanted to pursue a field of study, was given all the resources to do so effectively?
What if the purpose of automation was to spare human labor? What if finding a career was about finding something that satisfies your internal drive that also enriches society?
What if art and medicine and parenting were all seen as equally valuable pursuits. What if nothing was seen as a "lesser" career?
What if the measure of success was about how happy and cared for the people and our ecosystem are? What if all your needs were met?
What if we actually lived in a society?
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youâre interning with the maple leafs athletic training department after graduating university in the health field. youâre new to the city & donât know anyone. ur quiet and only engage with players when spoken too. itâs obvious ur intelligent and very career driven. you have an independent vibe. itâs clear ur not impressed or starstruck by players, but not in a rude way its just u arenât interested in hockey as a sport only the health aspect as it relates to ur career, so ur vibe gives off very much *professional only here to get paid*đâŠ.anyway willy thought you were stunning initially,but he was caught off guard since ur not his usual type and donât have the same physical or aesthetic look as any other gf/vibe in the league. ur appearance is very feminine but u dress streetwear tomboy. ur slim but with an hourglass build athletic legs /big butt. u have big long curly hair that u let flow wild and donât wear makeup but ur skin glows and thick dark eyelashes /rosey lips are striking. its clear willy is not the only one that finds u intriguing bc heâs noticed few players act âdifferentâ when u come around -and he can tell theyâre crushing on you. theyâre harmlessly flirtatious with u but ur oblivious. he knows someone will ask u out soon. how do you think willy reacts? does he make a move? does he feel jealous? he hasnât even had a chance to introduce himself, yet heâs seen other players find an excuse to interact with u. he knew he was interested but didnât expect to have to act so soon. does chill willy feel like he has competition or nah? can you write something to add or finish the plot or just take this concept and create ur own magic đ
i have the vision but definitely not the skill or outlet lmao
Absolutely, babe! So, this was more than just something and I definitely enjoyed it đ€ You provided me with so much inspiration, and I hope I've managed to convey your vision at least to some extent đ
Perhaps there's room for a sequel, but I also believe it stands strong on its own - either way, my wish is for you to enjoy it đ€
Warnings; none, it's pure fluff đș maybe some language, but nothing out of the ordinary;
Word count; 5K
Song inspiration; "Lovestoned/ I Think She Knows" by Justin Timberlake
Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost
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Sheâs got me Lovestoned I William Nylander
âShe looks like a model Except she's got a little more ass Don't even bother Unless you've got that thing she likes I hope she's going home with me tonightâ
Your heart raced with excitement as you followed your manager through the busy corridors of the Maple Leafs' training facility. The sound of skates scraping against the ice and the reverberation of pucks hitting the boards filled the atmosphere, adding to the tangible buzz of the surroundings.
Freshly graduated from university with a degree in the healthcare field, you had long imagined this moment. Securing an internship with the athletic training department of one of the most esteemed sports teams in the league was a dream come true â an opportunity to apply your expertise and knowledge in a practical environment.
As you strolled, you couldn't help but admire the cutting-edge facilities surrounding you. From the fully equipped gym to the medical treatment rooms, every aspect was crafted to ensure the players received optimal care and resources.
And your manager, sensing your admiration, offered you a warm smile. "Welcome to the team miss y/l/n," they said, their tone brimming with pride. "We're delighted to have you join us."
You reciprocated the smile, thankful for the chance and eager to demonstrate your abilities. This was your moment to establish yourself in the realm of sports medicine, to glean knowledge from the experts and contribute to the team's triumphs.
And as you continued to explore the facility, a surge of excitement pulsed through you. This marked merely the beginning of your journey with the Maple Leafs, and you were resolute in seizing every opportunity that lay ahead.
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As you settled into your role as an intern within both the Medical and Performance teams, your reserved and composed demeanour became apparent to those around you. You'd always been one to let your actions do the talking, and this remained unchanged in your new environment.
Focused and resolute, you approached each task with unwavering commitment; whether it involved aiding in rehabilitation exercises or conducting pre-season screenings, you handled each duty with precision and diligence.
While some might have mistaken your quiet nature for aloofness, those who took the time to understand you soon discovered there was more beneath the surface. You were intelligent, determined, and fiercely independent â a formidable presence in your own right.
Unlike many others in your position, you weren't swayed by the glamour of professional hockey. While you respected the sport and admired the players' athleticism, your focus lay solely on the health and well-being aspect, aligning with your career aspirations.
To you, the players were not celebrities to be idolised but individuals to be cared for â athletes whose welfare relied on your expertise. And you simply approached your responsibilities with professionalism and purpose, recognising the significance of your role in the team's success.
Yet, although you kept to yourself, speaking only, when necessary, your influence permeated the facility. Your dedication to excellence and the players' wellbeing garnered the respect and admiration of your colleagues. And as you delved deeper into your work, you found a profound sense of satisfaction, knowing you were making a meaningful impact on the athletes' lives and careers.
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As the first two weeks of your internship with the team flew by faster than youâd expected, you quickly became fully engrossed in the dynamic world of professional hockey. The days were a whirlwind of absorbing new information, making acquaintances with staff and players, and engaging in hands-on tasks that put your skills and knowledge to the test.
With the start of the regular hockey season on the horizon, the gravity of the job began to dawn on you. However, far from feeling daunted, you embraced the challenge with enthusiasm and resolve. This was the culmination of your training, the result of your hard work, and you were prepared to demonstrate your worth.
With each passing day, your confidence in your abilities grew, and you found your rhythm within the team. Yet, while your focus remained on your duties, you gradually began to forge connections with those around you, as the staff and players greeted you with open arms, fostering a sense of camaraderie that made it easy to acclimate to your new surroundings. Your initial intention to maintain a professional distance slowly faded, and you somehow found yourself drawn into the team's social dynamics.
As time went on, laughter and friendly banter became commonplace during the long hours spent with your colleagues, and before you knew it, you were joining in with the playful teasing.
"Come on, Lou," you chuckled. "Who's the trickiest player?" you quipped.
"I canât say..." Louis Rojas, the Head Strength and Conditioning Coach, chuckled in response. "But there are certainly a few who need a gentle nudge when it comes to the rehabilitation aspect of training..." he winked. "And I won't name names, but it seems like the longer they've been on the team, the more inflated their ego becomes."
It was all good-natured banter, naturally. From your perspective, each player had their own unique traits, but you understood why â this was the results of their lifelong dream, pursued with sacrifices of social life and late nights for early morning training sessions and weekend games.
And despite the jests, you felt like you were part of a close-knit family among your peers.
Whether it was the late nights after a defeat or the shared jubilation following a hard-fought victory, every experience drew you nearer to your team. And when a player sustained an injury, regardless of how minor, you felt the weight of responsibility, knowing you played a vital role in the team's support structure.
Even the players, initially unfamiliar with your reserved nature, began to open up to you as they became more acquainted. Despite any unintentional distance, they valued your commitment and professionalism, gradually extending their trust and respect.
And as you navigated through the highs and lows of the hockey beginning of the season alongside your newfound comrades, you couldn't help but sense a feeling of belonging â a realisation that, despite any initial hesitations, you were precisely where you were meant to be.
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âShe shuts the room down The way she walks and causes a fuss The baddest in town She's flawless like some uncut ice I hope she's going home with me tonightâ
As the months went by, more players gradually began to get to know your personality a bit better, noticing the subtle sparks you unintentionally ignited. And one player, in particular, found himself increasingly drawn to you.
William Nylander hadn't anticipated this turn of events, being entirely focused on his career and having his best season yet. However, as the young Swedish forward observed you carrying out your duties with quiet resolve, he couldn't ignore the growing sense of curiosity that stirred within him. Unlike the typical women he encountered in the hockey world, you possessed a unique charm and allure that captured his attention from the outset.
Your appearance defied convention, blending elements of femininity with a distinctive streetwear tomboy aesthetic. Your slender yet athletic figure, accentuated by your hourglass figure, toned legs, and shapely posterior, intrigued him in a way he hadn't expected.
Your long, untamed curls flowed down your back, framing your face in a halo of natural beauty. And though you opted for minimal makeup, your natural radiance shone through, with thick, dark eyelashes framing your captivating eyes and rosy lips that seemed to beckon him. Yet, it wasn't solely your physical attributes that intrigued him â it was your confident and graceful demeanour, your unapologetic embrace of your individuality.
To William, you represented a refreshing departure from the predictable stereotypes usually found in the hockey world. He found himself drawn to your authenticity, your refusal to conform to societal norms. And as he observed you navigate the challenges of your role with quiet determination, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was far more to you than met the eye.
Yet, amidst his desirable interest, he couldn't help but think of how you might respond to his actions and thoughts. Would you reciprocate his attention, or would you maintain your professional composure, unaware of the impact you had on those around you?
Only time held the answer, but one thing was clearâWilliam was determined to find out. And one day, he resolved to take action and initiate a conversation.
"Hey there, I'm Willy," he introduced himself, flashing his trademark smirk as he encountered you in the physio room shortly after a session where the performance team had discussed nutritious foods and home recipe ideas.
And as you tidied up the materials from the presentation, a soft chuckle escaped you. "Yes, I'm aware," you replied with a gentle smile.
"You are?" he inquired, a small hint of surprise in his tone.
"Well, of course," you chuckled once more, a mischievous glimmer in your eye as you neatly arranged the papers. "It's part of my job - I'm familiar with all of you, including your current physical condition and medical histories."
William couldn't contain his amusement at your response, his smirk broadening as he let out a soft chuckle. It wasn't often that someone managed to catch him off guard, but there was something about your effortless confidence that intrigued him.
"Ah, so you've been doing your homework on me, eh?" he teased, leaning casually against the nearby equipment rack with a playful glint in his eye.
"You could say that," you retorted with a grin, a touch of mischief flickering in your gaze. "But don't worry, your secrets are safe with me."
William smiled, a sense of warmth enveloping him at your relaxed banter. "Well, in that case, I hope it's all just good stuff," he quipped, flashing you a charming smile, his eyes gleaming with genuine interest.
"Oh, absolutely," you replied, feigning innocence. "Only the finest gossip about your impeccable physique and stellar health habits."
William laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Well, I'm relieved to hear I've made such an impression," he joked, his smirk widening as he leaned in a little closer, a newfound sense of connection sparking between you.
And as the conversation flowed, the playful banter between you and William felt effortless, each exchange infused with light-hearted humour and genuine warmth. Despite starting off as acquaintances, it was evident that this spontaneous encounter held the promise of something more, leaving a sense of anticipation lingering in the air like a whisper of exciting possibilities.
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As the first few months progressed, William couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in dynamics whenever you were present. He observed how other players' demeanours changed, becoming more animated and flirtatious when you entered the room. And despite your apparent obliviousness to their advances, William couldn't shake the twinge of jealousy gnawing at him.
As it was, your responsibilities extended beyond mere observation and monitoring of the players' physical and mental well-being; at times, you were also required to engage with them physically. Whether it involved carrying out a soft massage to their legs or backs, aiding with stretches, or similar activities with the purpose of facilitating their recovery, ensuring the were swiftly back on their feet was part of your role.
And truth be told, when a young, attractive woman like yourself interacted closely with young men, some of whom were not in committed relationships, their minds often wandered. And consequently, comments occasionally slipped out, their mouths moving faster than their rational thoughts.
"You know, you can press harder, I can handle it."
"We could continue this session later, when it's more private."
"Your touch is amazing â it's really doing wonders... anything else you're good at?"
To you, these remarks seemed harmless, playful, and merely part of the camaraderie. You were accustomed to the tone, unaffected by it, and accepted it as part of the team dynamic, which was likely why the management allowed you to work in such close proximity to the players.
However, for William, these comments carried a weightier significance.
For some time now, William had been trying to forge a closer connection with you, seizing any opportunity to get to know you better amidst the limited time available. Yet, despite his efforts, you simply remained a staff member while he was a hockey player under your care. And he wasn't the only one deserving of your attention. Your professional interest extended to all the players, regardless of their role on the team, and it appeared that some others were making rather direct attempts at flirting.
A part of him had hoped for more time to cultivate a deeper bond with you before making a move. However, with each passing day, he felt the pressure mounting as he observed other players finding excuses to engage with you.
Despite his typically relaxed demeanour, the young Swede found himself torn between maintaining his composure and the urge to stake his claim before someone else did. It was an unfamiliar sensation; one he hadn't felt before. Usually, it would be the women vying for his attention. But you were different. You exuded nothing but a sense of calm, confidence, and independence that simply captivated him.
And as he deliberated his options, William realised that he needed to take action, to seize the moment before it slipped away.
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"And now I walk around without a care She's got me hooked It just ain't fair, but I... I'm love stoned and I could swear That she knows"
Fortunately for William, an opportunity presented itself one evening, and he was determined not to let it slip by. It was a typical Wednesday training session, with a match scheduled for the following day, and during the ice time, he inadvertently made a small movement, aggravating his existing back injury.
While not severe, the coaching staff still insisted on him being checked before the upcoming game. And luckily, you were still at the facilities, having just finished up a report when he entered the medical treatment room.
"Hey y/n," he greeted softly, walking with a slight crook in his step, the pain from his lower back evident.
"Hey William, what's up?" you asked, noticing his discomfort. "Is everything okay?" you inquired, concern evident in your voice.
"Just call me Willy," he smiled. "But um... yeah, I sort of did something... I mean... Kniesy tackled me, and now I can feel it in my back..." he explained with a light chuckle.
"Well, how about you undress a bit, and then we can take a closer look at it?" you suggested with a sweet smile, to which he simply nodded.
"Usually, I take the girls out before they ask me to strip," he cheekily remarked as he began to undress before you.
Raising a brow, you flashed him a grin and a questioning look. "Do you really?"
This was the type of banter that most of the players appreciated about you. You weren't afraid to push boundaries and test their comfort zones.
"Maybe not," William admitted with a chuckle as he stood in front of you, only the physio table separating you, in nothing but his short shorts before you directed him to lie face down.
"Well, at least you admit it," you replied softly, surprising yourself by engaging in a more personal conversation than usual. "Most guys just act like they couldn't care less."
William was slightly taken aback by your candidness. While you'd shared conversations where you got to know each other better, you hadn't delved into deeper opinions before.
"Why wouldn't I care?" William smiled as he shifted his head to the side, meeting your gaze as you stood beside the table. "I mean, she's still a person, right?"
"I don't know, I'm just saying what most guys do," you replied.
"Well, maybe I'm not like most guys," William retorted, his wink adding to his cheekiness.
His comment took you by surprise, causing you to pause for a moment. Though you hadn't exactly considered any of the players as close friends or thought about them in a romantic way, there was something about this Swede that suddenly had you reconsidering.
Was he flirting with you?
No, you dismissed the thought. You were definitely not his type, or any of the players for that matter. After all, you were just there to help maintain their health so they could perform at their best.
Yet, as you thought about it, you couldn't deny that most of the players were indeed attractive. And given that you'd seen most of them in various stages of undress, you knew what they looked like from head to toe.
And you probably couldn't deny the allure of the players. Each had their own charm â some were sweet and kind, while others were more playful and cheekier. Yet, none of them displayed any meanness or cruelty. Even Reaves, who often projected a rough and tough exterior, revealed a tender side when speaking about his family. In fact, most of the players with families exhibited a similar dichotomy. Despite their tough demeanour on the ice, they were remarkably different behind the scenes.
Then there were the younger players, some single, some in relationships, all equally playful and lacking a certain level of maturity. However, you found their antics amusing and entertaining. Perhaps only Woll, the sweetheart of the team, was less inclined towards playful banter, but lively, nonetheless.
And despite your bit of familiarity with these players on a personal level by now, they remained nothing more than the team you were tasked with caring for and supporting as needed.
So, pushing aside any lingering thoughts, you focused your attention on the player's bare back, beginning to apply pressure to his tender muscles to locate the sore spot.
"How's this?" you inquired in your professional tone.
"It's good, but maybe you need to go a bit lower... that's where the pain is worst," William responded, the cheekiness in his voice fading as he sensed your seriousness.
And as you continued to massage his back, applying pressure to different muscle groups before focusing on his lower back, a few minutes passed.
"Here?" you asked, indicating the area.
William nodded lightly, then hesitated, feeling a twinge of awkwardness as he tried to pinpoint the exact location of his discomfort.
"Uh, yes, but..." he cleared his throat. "Maybe even lower..."
You sensed his slight nervousness, understanding what he was hinting at. Yet, you remained professional, knowing exactly how to address his injury and provide appropriate care.
"Willy, are you referring to your sciatic area?" you asked.
"What's that?" he chuckled.
"Well, it's one of the largest nerves in the body, extending from your lower back down each leg," you explained, smiling even though he couldn't see it.
"Oh, so, uh..." he trailed off, unsure how to ask, and you couldn't help but chuckle lightly, maintaining your professional demeanour.
âIt means I'll have to massage your glute - as in your bum. It's one of the largest muscles where the nerve runs behind, but it seems like yours is cramping a little, pressing onto the nerve, which causes the pain."
William understood your explanation, and a smirk crossed his face as he imagined your perspective on his ass at that moment.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing else to do but for you to go ahead," he chuckled lightly.
Sensing his slightly cheeky demeanour once again, you aimed to bring the situation back to a professional tone.
"Willy, it's nothing sensual. And believe me, it's probably a lot more painful than pleasant," you reassured him.
"I think I can handle it," he replied with a cocky smile.
"We'll see about that."
And with his understanding, you went ahead and placed your elbow onto his cheek and started to circle it in order to loosen up the cramp muscle.
âShit!â William exclaimed as he suddenly felt the pain course through his body.
One thing in particular that youâd become known for amongst the players, was that you were rather strong compared to your size. And you didnât hold back when you knew that their injuries required force.Â
âTold you it wasnât pleasant.â You grinned softly, as you continued to massage his cheek.Â
And as more minutes went by, Williamâs deep grunts only grew more incoherent and out of breath. He was nothing but sore, yet as you released your arm from his body, he felt a newfound release washing over him. As if your massage had healing powers, the pain slowly faded into nothing, and he didnât feel the twinge in his lower back any longer.Â
âFuckâŠâ he let out a deep sigh as he caught his breath.
âNeed a minute, Nylander?â you mocked playfully and flashed him a grin as your eyes met with his.
âMaybeâŠâ he softly admitted, still a little numb from the intense feeling you had caused him.Â
âThatâs good, that means itâs working.âÂ
You turned around to remove your latex gloves, and as your turned back, William slowly rose and turned to his side to face you, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. Despite the discomfort of the massage, he recognised its necessity and appreciated your expertise.
"Thanks, y/n," he said sincerely, meeting your gaze as you turned back to face him.
"You're welcome, Willy," you replied with a warm smile, appreciating his gratitude.
A moment of silence followed as you both remained still, and the tension of the massage easing away. Then, suddenly, William's expression softened, and he cleared his throat, as if preparing to speak.
"Listen, y/n, I... uh... I just wanted to ask..." he trailed off, his cheeks colouring slightly.
You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he was trying to express. "Yes?" you prompted gently.
But before William could continue, the door to the physio room swung open, and one of the team trainers entered, interrupting the moment.
"Hey, William, everything okay? I heard you were having some trouble with your back," Dean inquired, concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine now, thanks to y/n," William replied, shooting you a grateful look.
Dean nodded, then turned to you with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of him, y/n. We appreciate it."Â
You nodded in acknowledgment, though you couldn't hide the slight disappointment you felt at the interruption, before he swiftly left the room again. However, William's reassuring smile lifted your spirits, sparking a sense of excitement within you. Perhaps there was more to his earlier words than you had initially thought.
And as William watched you, a surge of determination coursed through him. This was his moment, his opportunity to finally express what had been on his mind for so long. So, with a deep breath, he pushed himself up to sit, his gaze unwavering as he met yours. The lingering soreness in his back served as a reminder of your expertise and the connection they shared.
"So, this is it?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with anticipation, a hint of vulnerability peeking through his confident facade.
"Well, for now," you replied with a smile. "But we'll need to keep an eye on you to ensure it doesn't happen again like that. Cramps like these often come back." You found yourself unintentionally delving into the details of the injury, your passion for health and well-being shining through. "And, um... it's good to have someone who understands the injury to provide follow-up care," you concluded, realising you had been speaking more than intended. "Sorry, I'm rambling," you added with a sincere smile.
But William simply chuckled softly, finding your passion endearing as you spoke about the injury. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, captivated by both your expertise and your beauty.Â
"Anyway, we should probably get back," you suggested softly, your friendly smile causing a flutter in William's heart.Â
But he didn't want this moment to end, not yet. Summoning his usual confidence, William spoke before he could second-guess himself. "Y/n, do you want to go out with me?" he asked, the words tumbling out faster than he could skate.
You didn't quite catch his words over the echoing noise of the hallways. "Pardon?" you asked, turning to face him, curiosity flickering in your eyes.
Taking a deep breath, William tried again. "I mean, since you've already massaged my ass... I was just thinking... maybe you want to go out with me... sometime?"
His question caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned. Frozen in your position, you struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.
âWillyâŠâ you started, unsure of how to respond. Could you go out with him, a player for the team you worked for? Had you overlooked any contractual restrictions regarding such situations?
Truth be told, you hadn't paid much attention to those details before, as they didn't seem relevant at the time. Yet here you were, faced with an unexpected situation.
As you hesitated, William sensed your uncertainty, a twinge of fear for rejection creeping into his mind. Had he overstepped the boundaries? Perhaps he had misread the signals or been too presumptuous. Chiding himself internally, he realised that charming you and engaging in physical contact were not enough to win your affections. You were different, and he needed to find a way to impress you.
"I mean," he interjected, attempting to ease the tension he had created. "I just know that, uhm, some of the other guys were, you know, thinking about asking you the same... so," he sighed, "Just thought I'd try and beat them to it," he added with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
Your confusion deepened at his explanation, feeling overwhelmed by the revelation. "Oh... wait, what?" you exclaimed, your mind racing at the thought of other players potentially having similar intentions.
You were baffled. Did the players talk about you when you werenât there?
"You didn't know?" William looked at you, equally surprised, as his teammates hadnât exactly been subtle in their flirting.
"Well, do I look like someone who knew?" you quipped, attempting to flash a crooked smile, causing William to simply let out a small laugh.
âCome on, theyâve all been flirting with you!â he chuckled.
âThey have?â
âYeah,â he smiled. âWell, now you know.â
You needed a moment to process it all. As you contemplated how to navigate this unexpected revelation, feeling unable to simply ignore it and return to your usual routine, you gazed at the Swede before you.
âBut... why?â
Again, William laughed. âWhat do you mean why? Come on, y/n â youâre good-looking, funny, smart, and most of all, you donât seem desperate or starstruck whenever you're around us,â he explained.
âWhy would I be that?â you simply asked.
âWell, a lot of girls are, I mean, weâre hockey players,â William grinned confidently.
âOh wow, please work on that self-confidence of yours,â you rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. âSeriously, I donât get why women would just throw themselves at your feet⊠youâre just⊠humans.â
âWell, they do,â William laughed again, his confident smirk still in place. âBut I guess thatâs just what we all like about you... that you donât...â
âHmm, I suppose I donât,â you attempted a smile, still uncertain how to react to it all.
There was another moment of silence as the two of you simply stood before each other, your thoughts still swirling. However, as William hadnât received a clear response, he let out a soft chuckle and decided to press on.
âSo, do you?â
âHuh?â you blinked a few times, slowly returning to reality.
âDo you want to go out with me?â he chuckled once more. âJust for a coffee or something?â
He seemed genuinely serious about this, didnât he? You thought. As you gazed into his deep ocean blue eyes, you couldnât ignore the unexpected attraction you suddenly felt towards him. It might have been there for a while, but amidst your own musings, you hadnât paid it much attention.
âWell, wouldnât it be inappropriate?â you asked softly, still maintaining your professional demeanour despite the stirrings of emotion within you. But William simply shrugged in response.
âI donât know⊠I mean, I guess in a wayâŠâ he let out a small sigh. âI just didnât want to miss the chance, you know, in case you did want toâŠâ
Once again, there was a lingering moment in the air. You couldnât deny the temptation, given that you were, in fact, single, and had been missing a manâs touch ever since youâd focused so much on your internship. But a part of you felt like it would be wrong.
In a way, you worked for William. You couldnât go out with him. What if it didnât go well, and heâd hurt you or vice versa? Then it would just be awkward seeing each other every day. Or what if it went too well, but the management wouldnât approve of it, and both of you would end up being hurt?
Your thoughts raced at a high speed, causing you to lightly gasp for air. Yet, your train of thoughts was interrupted by the door swinging open again and this time Lou entered.
âOh hey,â he smiled. âYou guys all done in here?â
âYeah sorry, we just chatted,â William explained casually, as you remained frozen in position. âI better go.â
And as he left the room and Lou started to talk to you, you suddenly felt a wave of disappointment wash over you. Watching William leave with your indirect rejection of his proposal suddenly caused you to feel a sense of unease, perhaps making you realise that there was something more to it all.
Then as you realised you hadnât heard a single word of what Lou had said, you excused yourself and hurriedly followed the Swedish player.
âHey, Willy,â you called after him, causing him to halt and turn around. Trying to maintain your composure, you met him halfway and flashed him a sweet smile. âI suppose coffee wouldnât be too bad,â you spoke softly, earning a smile from the taller player.
âWell then, I guess Iâll buy you a cup whenever thereâs time,â he chuckled lightly, feeling a sense of relief.
âIâll look forward to it,â you said with a soft smile, then turned around and forced yourself to refocus on work.
And as you walked away, William couldnât help but bite his lip as he thought proudly about being the first to ask you out and your positive response. Finally, he could acknowledge all the emotions heâd been feeling for a while, and perhaps, just perhaps, you felt the same for him.
#my asks#wn88 imagine#william nylander imagine#william nylander x reader#toronto maple leafs imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine
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Scully wouldnt be a surgeon after season 8 or whenever you think the show ended. Firstly logically that would take too long to swap into that career shed need to train and everything and I just think surgery would get excruciatingly boring for her. The same thing every day day in day outâŠ
but I can believe she would jump right back into practice internal medicine. That would not be boring, she could speak to people figure out whats wrong with them like new puzzles every day. she would, of course, be drawn to and infamous for finding the most bizarre and off putting cases. Things other doctors throw their hands up at. The people doctors dont have time for so they say youll he fine and send them off with a prescription for aleive and valium. So much so when a weird one comes in the nurses or ER drs automatically page her. If its not weird its not interesting she would be bored OUT OF HER FUCKING MIND with normal peoples problems. gastritis and angina and such. It would make her a dream doctor by the way, all the people, all the women, who get told theyre just anxious and theres nothing wrong with them⊠and their pain doesnt matter or is inside their head⊠she would listen, she would hear them, and you better believe she would search for the truth.
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Not sure if you write for Harry Styles but what if r met h in high school and they were dating but after graduation they parted they ways and yhen few years later she meets him and they start again and she gets to know that some of his songs are abt her?
I love your writing for S&C!!!
Adore you | h.s.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
summary: you run into harry after years of not seeing him.
warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(iâm sorry but english isnât my first language)
an: so itâs my first time writing for harry but i absolutely adore this man with my whole heart so i gladly wrote this! thank you sm, hope you like it <33
pictures are from pinterest :)
If someone told you that your ex would end up as a worldwide famous singer, you would believe them in a second.
Harry always had a thing for singing and he was really good at it so when he told you he wanted to audition for xfactor you were all in to support him.
He succeeded, like you knew he would, and was put in a band with four other boys. That was when your ways parted. He started writing songs, making album and had few little gigs to make their band known. And you wanted to focus on school, on your future.
As much as you both wanted to make it and keep your relationship alive, you knew it would be naive to hope for it. He was about to be famous and travel the world and you wanted to study and make a mark with your name in the world of medicine.
So you parted your ways and you havenât heard of Harry or One Direction for some time, until two years later when they started becoming one of the bigger bands in the music industry.
He achieved it. You always knew he was made to be someone. He deserved to be someone.
He was kind, selfless and practically wore his heart on his sleeve. If someone was a good celebrity material, it was him.
Sometimes, you found yourself following his career, cheering on him and wishing him all the best.
Years were passing, One Direction went on a break that was lasting longer than they promised and all of the boys started to make their own history.
Harry just released his third own album and you couldnât be happier for him, although you didnât follow him as much as you used to.
Actually, you practically didnât follow him at all. All you knew was what you heard on radio on your way from work to home.
You were achieving your goals too. You became a doctor, a good one, known in whole UK. You were young but you already did more than some older doctors.
Your name was well known in medical world and you couldnât be happier with how your career worked out.
Although, sometimes you wished you chose some other life path.
For example, you wished it right now while looking at two teenagers sitting on a hospital bed. They were glued to themselves and it wouldnât be a problem if they werenât glued with an actual glue. To make it worse, it was really old glue and it was causing health problems for both of the teenagers and one was about to pass out from all the coughing.
âAlright, we need to make sure that all their organs are okay, Marcusâ father said he saw them eating that glue.â you grimaced âRun all the tests and draw blood from both of them.â you ordered your interns who quickly went to patients.
Few hours later you were finally able to go home and you couldnât wait to finally take a warm shower and change scrubs to comfortable pajama.
But first, you had to go grocery shopping. You were thinking about going home first to change but you knew if you get to home you wouldnât be able to get out of bed again.
So now you were in the grocery store looking at all the cereal searching for your favorite ones. You finally noticed them but they were in completely other place. Usually, they were on a second shelf and now they were all the way up on the highest one. One that was too high for you to reach.
But you tried anyway. And you failed.
You heard a deep chuckle behind you and then a male voice âNeed any help?â
You turned around with bright smile âYes, please.â
Man, who looked weirdly familiar to you, reached a cereal cartoon without any struggle and handed it to you with a smile.
âHere.â you took the cartoon while he was looking at your face âDo I know you? You look familiar.â he stated and you searched his face to see something that would give you a clue who he was.
Then it hit you.
âHarry?â the man nodded âOh my god, you changed so much.â
Man furrowed his brows and suddenly his eyes widened âY/n?â you nodded with small smile âOh god, itâs good to see you.â he hugged you.
âVisiting family?â you asked and he nodded âHowâs famous life treating you?â
âGood, I just published my newest album.â he looked proud of himself and it was really adorable.
âI heard.â you nodded with a smile âCongratulations.â
âThank you. Did you hear any songs?â he asked unsure.
âNo, sorry. I donât really have time for music. My life last few days looked like sleep, work, sleep, work, shopping, sleep and work.â you laughed and he smiled with amusement.
âSounds like you, always so ambitious.â he looked over you âSo howâs being a well known surgeon? I heard amazing things about you.â
âItâs⊠certainly something.â you nodded slowly âI love my work but some things I see⊠Damn.â you shrugged and he laughed.
âIâm happy youâre good, I thought of you few days ago.â Harry stated and you raised your brow.
âMr. Famous thought about me? How flattering.â you teased and he chuckled âI have to go home, my bed is calling but we should meet someday when you will be in town.â you offered and he nodded vigorously with a grin.
âIâm staying for a few weeks at my mumâs, we can arrange something. We definitely should catch up. Here, give me your number.â he handed you his phone and you added your contact.
âWell then, see you around Harry. And thanks for your help.â you flashed him with a smile which he returned and you went to a cash station.
Next day you got a text from an unknown number which turned out to be Harryâs number. He asked when you had time to meet.
Finally, you both decided to meet on a Saturday. To make it funnier, Harry offered to meet at the coffee shop that you often visited while being together.
On a Saturday you felt nervous. You didnât see him for a long time and you werenât sure how it would turn out, if you even will be able to maintain an interesing conversation without it being awkward.
But here you were, sitting in front of Harry, drinking tea and eating delicious muffins while talking and laughing about old times.
âI never thought that the audition would turn out this well.â he admitted with small smile.
âI knew it would.â you stated âYouâre too good to not be noticed, although your hey sister was terrible.â you snickered and he smiled amused.
âI was nervous!â he huffed âIf it wasnât for you Iâm not sure if I would actually get on that stage, you were my lucky charm.â
You looked at him with a touched smile âI was cheering for you even when we werenât talking anymore.â you admitted âI always knew you would be someone important and look at you, youâre saving teenagersâ lives and make great music.â
You could see faint blush on his cheeks and the bashful smile was just cute.
âWell, I guess I wouldnât be where Iâm if not your cheering.â he chuckled âI only regret that our ways parted. I wish we maintained contact. I missed you.â
âI missed you too Harry.â you said hoping you didnât blush âBut at least weâre here now and it feels good.â
âYeah it does.â he agreed with a smile that made your heart race. You knew that smile, he was sending it your ways on daily basis when you were together. It was this cute smirk with dreamy eyes and it just made you feel weak in knees.
Apparently some things never change, because it made you feel just the same as years ago.
And youâre not sure how it happened but next morning you woke up with Harryâs bare chest as your pillow.
But you werenât complaining.
âSeriously?â you laughed while making breakfast with Harry. He was talking about the time when he was in One Direction âI always thought that it was just a song about good song.â
âWell, most of ours song had hidden dirty meaning.â he laughed too.
âWhat about your songs? Any dirty meanings?â you teased and he blushed.
Your morning together turned to spending whole day together.
âYou can stay for the night.â you offered when he said he should get going.
âI donât want to bother you.â he giggled.
âYouâre not bothering, I like having you here.â you admitted and you were praying to not blush when he smirked at you.
âGood to know. I will gladly stay if youâre sure.â he said âBut let me know if you will be sick of me.â
âThat wouldnât be possible.â you rolled your eyes hitting his chest with your hand which he catched and squeezed in his bigger one âYouâre the sweetest person alive, you would have to kill my dog to make me hate you.â
âSure.â now he rolled his eyes âYou have a dog?â
âNo.â you pouted âI wish but Iâm rarely home and I wouldnât want to leave a dog alone.â you explained and he nodded in understanding âWhat about you? Any pets?â
âNot really, Iâm also rarely home when touring.â he shrugged.
And somehow this conversation turned into talking about his songs.
âAnd which ones do you like?â he looked at you with a small smile. You wouldnât admit it out loud but in last few days his songs were on repeat so you wouldnât be in dark when he would be talking about his career.
âHm, I really like Carolina and little freak.â you stated after a moment of thinking. You noticed how Harry moved weirdly after your words âIs there something wrong?â you asked worriedly.
âNo no.â he assured you âWhat do you like about Carolina?â he tilted his head looking curiously at you while still holding your hand.
âI donât know, I just like it.â you shrugged âWhy are you asking?â
âYou didnât notice, did you?â he laughed.
âNotice what?â you smiled with small confusion.
âCarolina, Adore you, Only Angel, Woman?â he furrowed his eyes.
âWhat about them?â
âGod, woman. They are about you.â he huffed with amusement and your eyes widened.
âWhat?â you were sure you were a blushing mess at the moment.
âCarolina? Itâs literally your description, you moved because your grandmother offered you and your parents to, you always had books with you and liked to compare life to books.â he explained âOh, and you have cousins in Carolina!â
All he said was true and you actually realized it in fact was actually a song about you.
âWhy would you wrote about me?â you asked quietly playing with his fingers.
âI was so in love with you. My first ever song that I writed was about you.â he admitted âOnly angel. I changed it a bit before releasing it because I was teenager while I wrote and it was a slight disaster but it turned out great.â
âIâm not sure what to say.â you chuckled âAdore you is about me?â
âYeah, I would go through hell for you.â he stated and you noticed that he didnât use past tense.
âSo am I so kind of inspiration for you?â you teased but he answered completely seriously.
âYeah, you are big inspiration. Most of my songs have something about you in them even if they arenât exactly about you.â he admitted bashfully âI was completely head over heels for you. And I think I still adore you.â
And if you were his inspiration for next lovely album that he made as a gift for you for your first anniversary, thatâs just a bonus.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles#one direction#music#louis tomlinson#niall horan#zayn malik#liam payne
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I don't know why but Lewis Hamilton came to my mind with  knowing the medicines theyâd usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed .
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[ ways to say âi love youâ ] knowing the medicines theyâd usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed with lewis hamilton.
lewis must have had some sort of sixth sense. it was like he knew you better than you ever had known yourself, always one step ahead. he could tell when you had caught a cold before you felt your sinuses begin to close up.
âcan hear it in your voice,â he told you, bringing you the flu tablets you liked the best just in time to catch your nose beginning to run. âand your skin was warmer than usual.â
for the next few days, there would never be a shortage of that medicine in the house, and some sort of internal alarm had lewis appearing by your side at the exact minute you needed to take them. he would bring you a big mug of honey and lemon before you could tell him your throat was scratching again, and a hot water bottle for your feet before you could fetch another pair of socks.
when your relationship had gotten serious, you had both agreed that you would go on birth control â lewisâ career was busy, you had your own life to work on. neither of you were planning on a baby anytime soon. and each day, as the clock struck twelve, he reminded you to take it. if he was away at a race, a text would come through at the time he would usually stick his head into the room.
âi love you, and i canât wait until we start our little family,â lewis would murmur, kissing you softly. âbut for now â iâll keep you safe.â
the most impressive part of his skill, however, was when that time of the month rolled around. any boyfriend youâd had before paid little attention to your cycle, always seeming surprised when you asked them to nip to the store for your essentials. but not lewis.
âthey didnât have the tampons you usually get, so i got you these as well as some pads for backups,â lewis noted, setting the bag on the table next to you. glancing up, unsure if you were imagining it or not, you tilt your head. âwhat? youâre due your period tomorrow, arenât you?â
âyeah, butâŠâ you mumbled, shaking your head.
âi saw you didnât have much left in the bathroom this morning so i grabbed some while i was out,â lewis explained, shrugging as if it was the most normal thing ever. âoh, and some painkillers â the kind that donât make you feel sick, and some of that chocolate you liked last time.â
looking between the bag full of things and your boyfriend, now busying himself with making a cup of tea, you feel your entire chest swell with adoration. every time, without fail, he always knew what you needed. he paid attention, he cared.
âlew?â you ask, slinking your arm around his waist, turning him towards you.
âhm? you okay, baby?â he asks, brows knitting and hands brushing your hair back.
âi love you,â you whisper, tiptoes stretching up to kiss him with everything you had. and he didnât need to say it back, because he already had.
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Notable Women In Zoology: Dr. Letitia Eva Takyibea Obeng
Dr. Obeng (1925-2023) was the first Ghanaian woman to obtain a degree in zoology, and the first to be awarded a doctorate. She is described as "the grandmother of female scientists in Ghana".
Her other notable accomplishments include:
A Bachelor of Science in Zoology and Botany (1952), a Master of Science in Parasitology (1962) and a PhD in Tropical Medicine (1964) where she studied the black fly and its relevance to river blindness
Post university, she lectured at the University College of Science and Technology (now known as Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, KNUST) from 1952 to 1959
In 1952, Dr. Obeng became the first female scientist at KNUST
After her husband's death in 19659, she moved to the the Council for Scientific and Industrial Research (CSIR)
IN 1964, she established the Institute of Aquatic Biology within CSIR to research the huge manmade Volta Lake in Ghana and its inland water system
Dr. Obeng was the first scientist to be employed by the National Research Council of Ghana
In 1965, Dr Obeng became a fellow of the Ghana Academy of Arts and Sciences. In 2006, she became the first female president of the Academy
In 1972, Dr. Obeng delivered the Caroline Haslett Memorial Lecture to the Royal Society for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce, titled âNation Building and the African Womanâ
In 1972, she was an invited participant in the United Nations Human Environment Conference in Stockholm
In 1974, she began work as the Officer in the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP), and in 1989, she became the Director of the UNEP Regional Office for Africa, and the UNEP's Representative to Africa
From 1992 to 1993, Obeng was a Distinguished International Visitor fellow at Radcliff College
In 1997, she received the CSIR Award for Distinguished Career and Service to Science and Technology, the first woman to receive such an award
The CSIR Laboratory (known as The Letitia Obeng Block) was named after her in 1997 as well
She received Ghana's highest national award, Order of the Star of Ghana in 2006
In 2017, she received an honorary Doctor of Science degree from KNUST
She was also the author of numerous publications and works. Two meant for the public were Parasites, the Sly and Sneaky Enemies inside You (1997) and -Anthology of a Lifetime (2019)
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The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevensâ New Wife
Erik Killmonger AU
Created By: Erikftglitter
The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevensâ New Wife
Dr. Erik Stevens leads a life shrouded in silence and solitude, retreating into the shadows of his isolated existence outside the hospital. Haunted by his past and determined to shield those around him from his turmoil, he avoids all human connection. So when middle school teacher and unsuspecting Kari Evans extends an invitation into her world, she unknowingly opens a door to understanding the sadistic nature of Dr. Erik âKillmongerâ Stevens.
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Kari was humbled by most of the comments from married women in her life. A perfect man did not exist and she shouldnât waste her vital years searching for him. She ought to be somewhat happy with a man and raise a family. Having a hobby or two would fulfill the gaps of unhappiness.
She almost believed that until she was hit by a shopping cart in the grocery store.
âOw!â She exclaimed. The metal cart had unexpectedly hit the side of her body when she was shopping for cereal. So much for looking for a balanced breakfast.
âOh my goodness. Iâm very sorry.â The man rushed over to Kari and pushed his cart away from her body. She couldnât even process a response before she felt her shirt being lifted by the man as he examined the damage. What the hell?
âThereâs a little redness present and the indentations from the cart should subside within the next half an hour. Iâm very sorry maâam.â
He spoke softly and surely. If he hadnât hit her a few moments ago heâd have an advantage over the rest of the men in the small town. He helped her off the ground and she didnât miss the sizable difference between his hands and her body.
Snapping out of her daze by the painfully obvious fact that the man was clearly waiting for a response from her.
âI-Itâs alright. Iâm okay.â She stammered. It was partially from being flustered by the presence of the man in front of her and partially because she was just face to face with grocery store tiles.
He was perfect. Tall, brownskin, with a build that made her heart flutter. His hair was cut low and he was wearing gold frames that complimented his facial structure perfectly. Her touch starved description of the beautiful man was cut short by his voice.
âIâm Erik,â His eyes never left hers. âDr. Erik Stevens. Again Iâm very sorry for that. Iâm a general surgeon at Oregon Medical Center and Iâm just trying to figure out what the hell these interns wrote.â He looked down at the white paper in utter confusion and tried to make out the scribbles on the paper. They were definitely living up to the theory that doctors had atrocious handwriting.
âItâs alright.â Kari had enough embarrassment for the day. Being star-struck by a beautiful man in the grocery store after being struck by his shopping cart full of coffee was going to supply enough ammunition for the next year to keep her wide awake at night.
âWell can I make sure that you get to your car safely?â The doctor asked. He was genuinely upset by his actions. It wasnât like him to multitask and hurt someone. He had always lived by that and he was in the process of teaching his new set of medical students the same thing.
âNo, that's okay Dr. Stevens. Iâm fine.â Kari just wanted this interaction to stop so that she could curl up into a ball. She was already an anxious adult and it didnât take much for her to feel overwhelmed. She would just finish grocery shopping another time and at another store completely.
She completely missed how the man drank in her appearance or how his dick jumped at the way she said his name. Erik could just mount the smaller women in the breakfast aisle, but he remained calm. However, his ego was ready to play.
This was an exhausting life for the older man as well. He had started his career in the United States Navy SEALS and practiced medicine in the field. Saving hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the process of his studies. His ability to read people was instinctual and both a blessing and a curse.
Sometimes he longed to be normal. To be able to relate to the other surgeons. To have a wife and kids at home and have simple hobbies outside of work, but Dr. Stevens had a very big problem.
He was not relatable. Not even in the slightest. The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that he suffered from made him a permanent victim of insomnia and isolation. After work he worked out, ate, and stayed in complete silence or else his body would not be functional and he would take over again. And he loved to play.
He thought that he was doing a good thing by checking to see if the woman was okay, for heavenâs sake he sees all types of body parts every single day. He was pretty desensitized to anything. Heâs not sure whatâs triggering the unexpected reunion with him, but he would love it if he went back to hiding.
There was no cure for Erikâs predicament. The Navy created a permanent presence that he could not erase. He was always there underneath the surface waiting to play and Erik just did his best to regulate him. For the most part they were satisfied. He was rich, worked alongside beautiful women that were thankfully married (or else he wouldâve probably been in trouble a long time ago), and with the relocation to Oregon he thought that he would have a nice quiet life.
But Kari was triggering him. Maybe it was the clear aversion of eye contact, or maybe the way she gasped and how her lips parted, or maybe it was just the beauty of her existence. Erik and his ego were both in agreement with the latter part and that was never a good thing.
Erik lived in a permanent state of forced celibacy. Between his unexpected reunions with his ego and the way that his PTSD would randomly flare up, his conscious brain felt better about not putting a woman close in his grasp. It had been five years since his last sexual encounter and he fucking hated it. Sure he worked with women and found some attractive here and there, but he was an absolute extremist. If he was not strongly attracted to them then they did not exist. It was not like women hadnât tried. Some even had the arrogance to imply that he was gay because of his lack of attraction towards them, but the Navy trains you to be a centered being. If he couldnât control his own dick then he had no business being a trained assassin. Especially being a legally endorsed assassin.
Kariâs voluminous curls were doing something to him. The matching athletic suit that complimented her figure, the doe eyes of pure submission, and her soft spoken voice had his palms sweating. He needed to get away from this woman quickly. But he was too late. Kill was already there and ready to play.
âWell at least allow me to pay for your groceries. I insist.â He smiled at Kari. He watched her face intensely as she debated the offer. This woman was in for it.
Kari continued her shopping as usual. Sheâs not sure why the gentleman is so persistent about paying for her groceries, but the teacher salary in the small town of Caber City, Oregon was pitiful. Almost as pitiful as Kari. She didnât expect him to merge their carts and shop together but sheâd be a liar if she didnât admit that the company was nice.
She didnât have many friends or any for that matter. All of her childhood friends moved out of Caber City as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She had been raised by her grandparents and took care of them both up until their deaths. She lived a quiet life in the big house that they left her. She wondered every day if she should just follow the path of the rest of her coworkers at CC Middle School and just marry someone she went to highschool with.
âYou donât have to be back soon Dr. Stevens?â Kari asked after several moments of silence. Her thoughts were becoming too much for her and she wasnât home to self-regulate.
âNo.â He answered quickly. âToo many hours. They practically kicked me out.â He added. Kari tried to hide the smile creeping up on her face, but Erik didnât miss the way that her eyes silently confirmed her satisfaction.
âI suppose no wife or children are waiting for you at home then, huh?â Kari was trying not to be painfully obvious at her attempts to know the man a bit better, but if he was going to follow her around and pay for her groceries, then she would feel better if he played into her fantasy. She would probably think about it every day.
âCorrect. Long hours are not enough time to get to that I suppose.â Erik replied. That wasnât a complete lie. Kari nodded. He wondered what she was thinking about. He wondered if sheâd been interested or intimidated by him by now. His ego didnât care either way.
It didnât take Kari long to finish her list and to help Erik with his. He didnât mind how long it took, truly. He was more interested in the athletic two piece set that she wore. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off to reveal her stunning figure. The things that he would do to this woman were unacceptable.
Once Erik kept his promise to pay for all her groceries and for their shopping to conclude; Kari almost felt sad. Who was Dr. Stevens really? How could she get to know him more? Oh what hell she had already been embarrassed enough, whatâs the worst that could happen?
Erik was fighting a silent battle between himself. He was almost back in control when they left the grocery store and entered the parking lot. All he had to do was load the bags into her car and to get to his car. Then he could take a cold shower and return back to himself and this beautiful woman could return back to hers without his interruption.
âHey. Why donât I show you around Caber City sometime?â
Those ten words were enough to make Erik completely lose control. Oh how close you were to being a free woman, he thought silently. With a sinister smile Erik agreed to the womanâs offer.
âIâd love that.â
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