#and also one kid from highschool and one of the nurses at the hospital. maybe he has a generic face lol

[newtness532]

the play did last nearly 3 hours (including breaks) but the time passed fairly quickly. I hadn't read the description, mom has read the book so that's why we decided to go, all I knew was that nietzsche and freud were in it and I had mistakenly assumed that the two of them interact so I was taken a bit by surprise. but other than that I really enjoyed it, it was a small theatre with only 3 actors and not many props or scenery but the simplicity really added to the story I think. and the actors were really good!!

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen)(Ch. 1)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 3.0k+

Warning(s): Mentions of past car accident, mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, implications of past bullying, mentions of high school lacking services, blood mention.

A/N: YAY i finally have this done. I’ve had this idea since before i started grad school and finally got it done! I hope yall enjoy :) This series takes place before Victoria’s army comes to Forks and Edward may be OOC but like, oh well.

Also in this series, Bella and Edward had a mutual break up w/ no hard feelings <3

Series Masterlist

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"On foot

I had to cross the solar system

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

I sense myself already.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

shaking in the void, from it stream sparks

into other intemperate hearts."

--Edith Södergran, 'On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System'

On one unfortunate night when you were seven, a drunk driver hit your parents car. Your mother on the passenger side died instantly, your father later succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. You were injured severely, but the doctors managed to keep you alive... At the cost of your voice. Chunks of glass tore through and stabbed your neck; the damage to your larynx was the worst, the second was nerve damage. You could speak in a very harsh, almost whisper-like, voice but it caused an intense amount of pain. You were upset. You hated that driver for what they took from you.

Your aunt and uncle took you in, and were able to help you adjust as you grew. They learned and taught you sign language, they helped you cope with the loss of your parents as best they could, and were always supportive. Despite their work lives keeping them away, they always tried their best to give you attention when they had the free time.

You found ways to enjoy life again, particularly in the stars. They were almost comforting to you when you were alone, looking out your bedroom window. You weren't sure why you have such an affinity for space and what it holds. Maybe because your father brought you out at night to point out all the constellations and their stories. Those moments with him started your interest. And now, you believed your parents were amongst the many stars in the vast universe.

You grew content with not having a voice. You adapted and overcame the curveball life sent your way. You just wished the pain wasn't constantly lingering.

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It was the day you started going to your new highschool in Forks. It wasn't ideal transferring to a different school, but your uncle's job called for it. He was a firefighter and he was offered a sizable pay increase and rank promotion to fire captain if he took up the position for the Forks station. Your aunt, a nurse, was able to transfer to Forks hospital. They discussed the idea of moving with you of course, and you not wanting to hinder your uncle's promotion or damper his excitement, you supported the move from California to Washington.

You could already tell this rinky dink school wouldn't have anyone that understands ASL and the school said they are still looking to hire someone to be an interpreter of sorts, so you were mentally preparing yourself for the mess you may be entering. At least you transferred only three weeks into the new school year, that would make any school work you needed to catch up on relatively easy. It also helped it was your senior year as well.

As soon as you got out of your car, all of the heads of the student body snapped in your direction. You guess they've never seen a new kid before. You make your journey towards the building, hoping that no one would bother to talk to you. You already saw a teen walk up to you, he had straight black hair and a toothy grin.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You're the new kid." He seemed friendly.

You offer a little wave and sign, hoping he would get the inclination you could not speak.

"Shit... I don't know sign except..." He gave you the sign sorry before pointing to his ears and back to you. You shook your head and tapped your throat. "Oh! You can't speak." You nodded. "Sorry about all the confusion. Welcome to Forks High, home of the Spartans. I'm pretty much the eyes and ears."

You simply nod along when necessary and smiled as he gave you the very quick run down of most of the immediate gossip of school, which was centered around you, the new kid. He seemed like a nice guy but glancing at the clock you passed by in the hall you knew it was close to your first class.

"And don't get me started on the Cul-What?" You interrupted him as you held out your schedule to him, pointing to your first class. "Oh yeah, guess class is starting soon. Lets see... you're in 103 for English with Mr. Baker which is..." He glanced up. "Right down the hall. I have History right next door."

You smile at his help and follow him through the sea of students.

You wave Eric goodbye and enter classroom 103. You felt eyes of everyone land on you, but none more eye-catching or captivating as the gold pair near the back of the classroom. His gaze was intense, eyes wide, as he stared at you. You held his gaze. You weren't sure what to think at the moment but before anything could come to mind, an older gentleman walked in and stole your attention. You assumed correctly this was Mr. Baker.

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Edward was the first to arrive for his first period class. He was always punctual, but there was a difference now. He no longer had Bella in tow.

It was a mutual end to their quick relationship. While her blood did appeal to him greatly, the fastness of their relationship hurt them both emotionally at the end. It was purely fascination of each others beings that they mistake as something else. While it did hurt, Edward could admit to himself he wasn't distraught over it. They remained friends and he was content with that.

Slowly, other students began filling the classroom as the clock ticked on. Everyone filling seats they usually sat in despite there being no assigned seating. No one ever sat next to him, often feeling intimidated by his status as a Cullen. The vampire paid them no mind, occupying his attention to watching the typical Forks rain traverse down the window he always sat by. He tuned out everyone's thoughts the best he could, letting his usual melancholy about his nature linger in his mind.

Edward perked up when he heard an fast-beating heart breakthrough his attempts of zoning out. Shifting his focus to the doorway his eyes latched on to the new student.

You.

It didn't take reading thoughts to feel the buzz of a new student arriving in the small school.

He felt... strange. Much like with Bella, your scent invaded his senses and made him thirsty, yet, that wasn't what caught his immediate attention.

It was the eyes. Something about them captivated Edward. He wasn't sure what about them had him staring at you, who now stared back at him. The vampire attempted to discern your thoughts and he caught an inkling of curiosity starting to bleed out before the teacher took your attention away.  His stayed on you, and didn't pay him any mind or had any idea he wad, and focused his enhanced hearing on the conversation.

"Hello, new student?" The teacher greeted and softly spoke your name. The auburn haired male watched as the you nodded.

Edward's curiosity peaked when he finally heard their thoughts, clear as the days outside of Forks.

"Yes, that's me. Do you know sign?" He heard their thoughts as he watched their hands easily relay in sign language. I'm expecting a no they internally sighed.

"Oh shoot I wasn't told..." A worried look passed on the teachers face as his sentence trailed off. Edward can hear his thoughts complain that the school failed to inform him about the new student outside their name and grade. A look of exasperation briefly flashed on your face.

Who would of fucking thought Forks High, a small-ass school, would not inform their teachers. Fantastic. Wonderful. I love it. It was a pointed statement that had Edward both mildly shocked at the language and pretty amused. I wonder how much others outside of Eric will put up with me here.

Edward sighed. He knew he shouldn't involve himself with another human but he couldn't help it. Whatever captivated him and the resignation you mentally expressed already had moved him. He got up from his spot and quickly moved to the front of the classroom.

"Apologies, I don't mean to cut in but I know sign."

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You blink at the golden-eyed student he approached you and the teacher. You felt a grateful smile tug on your lips as you faced him. Immediately, you felt some appreciation and felt good about being wrong on your previous assumption.

"Thank you, Edward." Mr. Baker smiled in relief. Edward gave the teacher a small, tight lipped smile at him and faced you. The teacher introduced you to him. "And this is Edward Cullen."

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." Edward spoke as you signed, his voice soft and velvety. Observing his face, you watched as his brows furrow at your statement, which became almost a second nature for you due to the way your previous school treated you. You often faced irritated glances or your existence ignored entirely outside the feo close friends you accumulated.

"Please relay to them-" Mr. Baker spoke but you immediately shook your head and held up a hand.

"I am neither deaf or hard of hearing, sir. I just can't speak." Edward translated for you again. "I look forward to class with you both." A smile appeared on his face again.

"You too. And you aren't being an inconvenience at all. It's the fault of the school, really." Mr. Baker offered a kind smile. Edward left the two of you, as if knew he wouldn't be needed again. "Take a seat wherever you want, I don't do assigned seating unless it becomes an issue." Mr. Baker gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to pick out a seat, while he moved to the classroom computer. You take a glance around, only seeing three spots open.

Your eyes landed on the one next to Edward, causing you to perk up. Though, you hesitated, his small smile and the single, subtle nod assured you it was fine to sit by him. Holding your backpack strap a little tighter, you move between desks to join him.

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Edward watched as you sat next to him. You offered him a quick smile before you started pulling out your notebook and your small pencil case. You didn't look over at him as you stared up at the board, waiting for class to start.

The vampire was curious and while he knew it was an invasion of privacy, he couldn't help but try and focus in on more of your thoughts. Except he was met with...

What? His brows furrowed. Edward felt overwhelmed for a moment, his sense felt almost deprived as he tried peering in your mind again.

Edward suddenly saw what he perceived as a galaxy. Stars, planets, moons, a sun... it was vast and it was breathtaking. It wasn't something he never saw before, this detailed, in a humans mind. He was able to view this scene for just a few fleeting moments until he suddenly felt warm energy push against his mind.

The vampire blinked. His presence was back in classroom 103. He glanced toward you. Paying close attention, he didn't see anything that indicated you were in any way aware of what just occured. He heard the teacher swear under his breath as he attempted to get the projector working, and used this moment to speak with you.

Softly, he called your name, bringing your attention to him.

"How are you liking Forks?" Edward recognized he was a bit awkward, but you gave no inclination that you minded or judged him.

"It's wet. But I don't mind it. The scenery is nice." You signed and it was as if the cosmos that warded him from your thoughts was lifted. Hearing your thoughts again after being blocked out by the cosmos left him perplexed and curious.

"Forks does have its charm in scenery." He chuckled. "But I assume that isn't why you moved?"

"No, but it definitely is a bonus." You smiled. "My uncle got a promotion so we moved up from California."

"What does he do?"

"He is now the fire captain here."

Edward had a kind smile and offered a small congratulations to him. He then spoke again, "What does your class schedule look like?"

You reached into your zip up hoodie pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, you slid it to his desk. His golden eyes scanned the paper and he felt some sort of happiness that your schedules almost align completely. The only class difference was your last two classes, which would have you taking gym and history without him.

"Looks like we will be seeing each other a lot. We have almost all the same classes."

That's a relief. Edward suppressed a smile at your thoughts. I hope we can be at least friendly with one another.

"Since we have most of our classes together, would you like to be friends?" He asked. He could already hear Rosalie scolding him for getting involved with another human, but he didn't particularly care what she would think.

You were another anomaly to his, otherwise, stationary life. He has no plans to try and initiate a quick romantic relationship again. He simply was curious to the stars that lingered behind your eyes.

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It was nearing lunchtime. You glanced out the window of your math class while the teacher closed out her lesson and began explaining what the homework was going to be. You were very grateful for Edward sticking by you in each course. He was able to help you talk to your teachers, answer and ask questions, and made Forks high a little more welcoming.

You had met two of his siblings in that time frame, Emmett and Alice, who were both a delight. Alice already expressed how much she was excited to finally get to know you, which you assumed she was wanting to meet the new kid, and Emmett offered to watch your back in gym with the biggest grin you've seen on a persons face. It also warmed your heart to find they also knew sign too.

The initial worry of being a forever outsider like before began melting away. So far things have been pleasant unlike your last experience.

As you mind wandered off to old school memories of bullies and loneliness, you were still unaware of Edward trying to discern your thoughts again. You missed the look of confusion and frustration on his face. Although, you did manage to hear him make a noise that sounded like frustration, which snapped your attention on him.

"Everything okay?" You ask him. He glanced up at the teacher who was now facing the board writing the homework down.

"Just... wanting class to be over." Edward gave you a tight lipped smile. "Mrs. Johnsons' classes are usually a bore."

You nodded with a smile and silent chuckle.

The class bell rang, signaling an end, and practically everyone ran out for lunch. You eyed the crowd trying to leave and shrug your shoulders. You scribbled down the equations Mrs. Johnson assigned before putting your class materials away and preemptively pulled out your brown bag lunch.

You glanced to Edward while you both stood up. You weren't sure if you should continue sticking by his side until it was time for your last two periods or find your own corner to decompress. Perhaps giving him a break from-

"Are you ready?" His soft voice cut through your thoughts. You blink, pausing for a moment, before nodding.

"Lead the way." You smiled, though you were sure it came off as nervous. There will be so many people...

"Would you like to sit with my family and I, or would you like to go somewhere quiet?" You looked at him a bit shocked, were you that easy to read? You could see the twitch of his lip like he was going to respond but he kept quiet.

"Somewhere quiet, just for today."

"Follow me then."

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Rosalie sighed as she leaned against the table, waiting for her siblings to join her and Emmett for lunch. She then looked to her partner and leaned against him, who laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her golden eyes followed Bella's form with a glare as she sat down with her friends.

"Come on, babe. Her and Edward have no hard feelings." Emmett spoke in a quiet tone.

"It's still a danger to us." She grumbled.

"Nope! She still becomes a vampire like us." Alice suddenly sat down with a bright smile.  Jasper was quick to sit down next to her.

"Even after what happened with the Volturi and James?" Emmett asked.

"Yep. While the course of her and Edward's relationship definitely changed, she still becomes a part of our clan."

"Great." Rosalie rolled her eyes and then glanced around at the table. "Speaking of Edward, where is he?"

"Probably off with the new kid." Emmett smirked. "They seem pretty nice. Edward's been helping them since they can't speak."

"Another human?" She looked to her partner then to Alice. "Did you..."

"Have a vision of them? Yes. The day before Edward and Bella parted their romantic relationship, I had a vision of them coming to Forks. And then after meeting them, I saw them and Edward, looking pretty close." She smiled and giggled.

"Great, another human who is going to choose to be a vampire." Rose scoffed.

"Rosalie-" Alice's usually bright expression drops. Everyone at the Cullen table looked at her with worry as it appeared her eyes glaze over. Jasper immediately gripped her hand under the table as he could feel a wave of sadness wash over from her.

"Darling?" Jasper whispered.

Alice blinked rapidly. She looked to the others with a worried expression. "I... I didn't see the specifics but... It wasn't their choice."

It was silent between them. Rosalie's eyes were wide, Emmett clenched his fist under the table, Jasper tried his best to calm everyone, and Alice simply blinked and tried looking to the future again.

She could see you, crying and writhing as the venom from a bite on your arm took hold, blood all over you. Edward and Carlisle were right by your side, speaking. But she couldn't hear what they were saying.

All she heard was a high pitched ring.

And then the vision flashes a blinding white and she swears she could feel intense heat against her face.

She was back at the table again with her family. It was the same vision as before. Never had she seen such a bright light, heard such a noise, or felt anything like that from a vision.

"We have to talk to Carlisle."

[feuqueerfire]

Spare Me Your Mercy Ep 1 - 5 Live Blogging

Haven't watched a BL in a few months (Sept 13 to be specific) because I've been preoccupied with Dan and Phil (got into them again after a few years lol) and then got super busy oof.

But now... I yearn for the yaoi. Don't have time to watch a full 12 episode series but maybe an 8 ep series that has 3 eps out and is releasing 2eps/week hm. Also, my tiktok FYP doesn't really have BLs/series but lately I get the occasional Spare Me Your Mercy (+ Highschool Frenemy lol) tiktoks, so that has me thinking of this show as well.

This has been one of my most anticipated series, so I really hope it's great, please please please. Last thing I watched was 4 Minutes, which was also highly anticipated + by Sammon and seemed like it had a cool plot and things to say but uhhhhh let me down in the end :/ Hope this one goes better pleaseeee

Ep 1 (Dec 08)

gorgeous atmospheric stylistic beginning

oh no, he juuuust missed seeing his mom alive. Maybe he could've said hi and stuff if the accident didn't happen and he didn't have to do a detour to the hospital

the Nurse is gangster kid's mom from I Will Knock You

ah, 3 days ago. this is possibly what the mystery is, right? Whether our doc is killing the terminally ill patients who want to die? That's what I gathered from the tiktoks lol

Oh, another cancer related death already

who is this director?

I wonder what the nurses know about Dr. Kan. They're looking so suspicious when the captain wants to interview him

aw, Tew (Wasan?) getting to hear about his mom from Dr. Kan

The translations are a bit... ~32:35 when he says "Mom loves/d me a lot" but it translated as "Mom loves you a lot" like huh? no

"Make sure to check thoroughly" um… why does it seem like the Director is asking to possibly frame Kan even if the autopsy doesn't come up with anything

damn, 3 murders already

but this third murder... was it Kan? Like we see Kan in the car watching but then we don't see Kan doing the killing. and then the syringe is left behind?! girl. would Kan be so dumb. and what's up with the net on fire?

Ah, Grandpa Som from the beginning of the ep

Som thinks Dr. Kan's all-black clothes outfit is the spirit possessing him? but he's also quite afraid of Dr. Kan in general it seems

Curious first episode, I'm into it. Wanna watch next ep already rip but will hold off until at least tonight I think.

Okay, the thing is: If Kan has indeed been killing these patients, do they request the when and the how or has he been making these decisions on his own? Like in a tiktok, I think I saw him asking a patient if she fully consents to this + nobody is pressuring her, which I assume is him being asked to assist her in dying. However, would Tew's mother literally ask Kan to end her life the day her son is coming to visit?? hmmm

I would like Kan to be the killer, that's the most exciting

Ep 2 (Dec 11)

…was it Dr Kan who actually killed this old man as well despite his wishes?

i don’t fully get the medallion thief thing tbh

ah, insincere confession from Kan to throw Wasan off ig

I saw a post about how “you fee the same way i do. don’t hide it” “i’m not hiding it” wasn’t about their feelings for each other but about Kan saying Wasan is gay/likes men and Wasan saying I’m not denying that

Kan’s text not translated

Kan and Orn in kahoots

oh i so hope Kan, a doctor who the villagers see as an angel and takes care of patients better than their children, is indeed the killer

ooof only 26 mins watched and now i gotta go to work

Does he possess potassium chloride which he’s throwing out now or what

ah Wasan shows up…

Wasan is revealing info to make Kan think he doesn’t suspect him while he does right? Is Wasan gonna go through the fridge while Kan is busy cleaning up the bathroom

okayyyy yes i love Kan trying to hide things and Wasan trying to find things. cat and mouse

this director of the hospital is confusing who is he what are his motivations. though that’s true in general like for Dr Kan too

ahh what an exciting ending

Watched something on my ipad on my way to work + back after a long time. Fun.

Ep 3 (Dec 11/12)

Ep 4 came out today and I think I saw a tiktok where Wasan's arresting Kan hm we'll see

hmm who is this new character doing a narration? and Boss's idol is Kan hmhmhm

Ah, we learn that KCL can't just be stored by the doctor in their possession, only at the hospital

Boss is in kahoots with Kan and Orn...

Boss managed to play the "I'm dumb" card to throw off his "I'm suspicious" card I guess

they’re getting consent and doing it with the sick person’s knowledge hm perhaps the third dead guy was a different person or smth diff happened

they administered Zapa’s KCL in front of people okayyy so other people know of this i guess? interesting. could there be any possibility that Wasan’s sister knows?

wait. Boss and the Director? also did Boss call the director and not Kan??? or what?

giggling over their convo about their relationship over coffee. Sooooo into their demeanours, especially Wasan’s. but also don’t fully know if Kan is kidding

okay wait so Boss and Director are fucking around (well Director might love Boss who knows but Boss is there for survival) but Boss is indeed working for Kan and Director… might know it’s Kan from previous murders he has committed

oh nooo Wasan’s regrets about his mom

damn did Kan and Wasan get close af or smth, that was just one convo on the mountain

still them cancelling plans is cute somehow

ahhhh accusations

Ep 4 (Dec 13)

this director’s bf story kinda reminds me of Under The Whispering Door which I read last week and also had a side character who has a bf for three years who fell ill and passed away

interesting oppositions about Dr. Kan’s actions. I’m torn and don’t actually know where I stand, especially because of the Canada MAiD system and how it’s not… actually helping but rather just a way to have disabled people/ill people die instead of providing them with a better quality of life

I’m gonna assume the text they didn’t translate is Wasan telling Kan that he saw him leaving the Director’s house by car or smth

Their interactions are so fun because they’re each hiding stuff (well Kan is hiding and Wasan is trying to find out). And I also can’t tell how much they actually like each other vs are just trying to throw the other off/trying to catch the other

i’m a bit confused about the cars like how would the Director’s car be leaving and Kan’s car also be leaving if we assume Kan had Director bound at the back of his car

is this true? director left by himself? hmmmmm

please, the cop questioning Kan being confused as hell when it comes out that Kan and Wasan were together the night before lol

ohhhh Kan probably injected Director, so he drove as fast as he could to the hospital but died almost there

man, that’s so horrid if Kan actually killed the director, i hope it’s true. a doctor who euthanized terminally ill patients with their consent but his head got too big and so killed Nipon without consent and the director to hide his secrets hmhmhm

actually horrid how the phone call names aren’t translated either

ah, we get to see that this email wasn’t actually sent by the director but instead how he was killed

the cops are lyingggg saying they were onto the director and he fled

ah so indeed somebody else killed director and likely they also killed Nipon, it’s not Kan. Boss? since he’s involved and is a man like the nipon murder case suggested? could be Orn but she wasn’t at the directors house when Kan called her

ahh Wasan pointing a gun at the intruder not knowing it’s Kan

Wasan patting down Kan could’ve been a liiiitle more horny tbh lol

“I never thought you would lie to me” is a little too emotional considering their current relationship but sure

ah, that’s the handcuffing. i thought Wasan would have more evidence against Kan to be doing that tbh

bruh how is it half over, should’ve been 10-12 eps frrrr

immediately onto next ep

Ep 5 (Dec 13)

girl the director opposed abortion?

“there’s nothing more truthful than this” well you did euthanize some patients, including perhaps Wasan’s mother who he didn’t get to say goodbye to and has regrets about

long hair? short hair? you can learn blood type from hair?

funny how their relationship seems to swing from accusations of being a murderer/hiding the euthanizations (?) and like… kinda sweet moments lmao. + new introduction of questioning Kan about the other killer

it must be Boss right? said Professor to director and was asking about Kan

oh lol they immediately mention Boss

trying to remember if we know Kan is working with Boss or if I just assumed they were in kahoots because of the KCL thing hm

oh interesting, I guess Boss really did accuse the director of being the murderer because they’re showing the scene and they only tend to do that for real scenes. However, Boss could still be pretending to accuse the Director while he is the killer and also we don’t see how he actually died

not the fucking BDSM gear coming out as proof from Boss that he and the director were involved. If was I dead + being framed for murders (including Kan’s doings) + my bedroom escapades came out? girl i’m haunting you all

interesting to see the show position Boss as the spokesperson for the wrong reasons for euthanasia like how “terminal illness can affect families/healthcare workers and so it’s better the patients are dead” instead of focusing on the actual patients.

nooo the lesbians want to get married before one of them dies of lung cancer

girl don’t KCL someone so soon

please the flirting and teerak you know you’ve hit the jackpot? and i’ll get you another one next year how cute

and talking about Wasan’s mother girl… things are gonna go to shit when the truth comes out

‘give me some time’ ? girl i wanted a kiss (though i knew it wasn’t gonna happen bc i would’ve been spoiled for it by now like i saw some comment about the teerak thing i def cudnt have avoided kiss)

girl what the fuck is that Boss?

nooo the fucker got Urai before she and Cream could get married?

not the fucking pen?! but he probably just left it there previously (not the murder the night before), that feels unsuspicious because we knowwwww that Kan was in this room before. but maybe bc he again lied to Wasan about keeping it safe in the house?

fuckkkk i’m all caught up so i gotta wait more than 4 days till next ep

I'm curious to see:

1) Who is doing the other murders and how they'll be found out. Current theory is obviously Boss since he killed the Director and advocates for euthanasia for patients who are a "burden." I'm also very curious to see if the Doctor who is doing the autopsies has any hand in anything because sometimes she looks so suspicious... I had actually thought she was working with Director on something sinister in the first few eps.

2) How the romance progresses (I'm curious to see more flirting/kisses lol) and also like lowkey where are we in the relationship? How serious is this? Kinda confused because I thought it was kinda lightly treading considering they haven't known each other that long + the accusations and suspicions but the emotional reaction Wasan had about Kan lying was like oh... + Wasan asking Kan to give him more time? idk. also wanna see how they deal with Kan being the reason Wasan's mother likely passed away and all of Wasan's baggage with that.

[theoriginaleppieblack-blog]

Its 1998 (they're the kind of guys that look like tired versions of their highschool selves in their 30s,) They got their Pride flag at OP's bookstore /sex shop. (https://www.gregsourplace.com/about-our-place). OPs is short for "Our Place" and its the center of the LGBT+ community in Indy - has been since 1980.

Steve is so excited that there is a new flag specifically for bi folx. Bi guys got a lot of shit in the 80s and 90s because they were painted as the villians in the AIDS crisis so its nice to get that positive representation. They're at the street fair on Massachusetts Ave. In downtown Indianapolis ( called Mass Ave. or sometimes "Little Castro" its Indy's gayborhood.) and they'll dance until 4 am on OPs dance floor before heading off to find an open diner or Waffle House to eat fried potatoes doused in hot sauce and crispy bacon (said to be a hangover assuming you also stay hydrated).

They throw their hearts into caring for the community's most vulnerable members. Steve's passion for Indy's AIDS Walk is the least of their contributions. He's got bereavement training and death doula certification and even a CNA licence. A born caretaker both paid and unpaid; he takes on patients other nurses won't touch. Even though it means he and Eddie have to start testing every six months. Eddie draws the line at latex covering everything style safe sex. "If there's an accident with a patient's blood and you turn up positive - then we go through it together." He said.

Eddie's contributions to the community tend to be more informal - he's armed with a willingly lent van, a sympathetic ear and an index card file stuffed with recipes bequeathed to him by his Meemaw. Appalachiana-tough, he can make good food cheap and always has room for one more at the table. His Hoosier hospitality also often extends to people couch surfing -- to Steve's fond exasperation. Young queers in central Indiana come to know that the Munsons' place (Steve did a legal name change) is a safe place to stay for the first couple of days after your folks kick you out. Nobody knows how to navigate Social Services and informal networks of mutual aid like Eddie Munson so, if you don't come to an understanding with your folks, he'll help you find your feet in no time.

By 1998 the sense of AIDS as a crisis is winding down - its more of a chronic condition hovering in the background, just like what the new drug combinations are making of HIV positive status. They're thinking now about moving on to a new challenges like maybe making Eddie's work with queer youth more formal. Maybe being foster parents is in their future? They're willing to take on the kids no one else wants.

A/N I'm queer, a lifelong resident of the not so great state of Indiana and from the 1980s (b. 1972). I've danced all night at OPs. Also there is an Appalachian diaspora in southern Indiana and I definitely see Eddie and Wayne Munson as part of that fragile and economically impoverished culture.

I just drew these nerds on stream

Baby boy’s first pride and he’s having a nice time 🩷💜💙

[miamoo27]

I thought about what my sister told her children before coming to my parents house. “Your Papu cheated on my mom this is his wife and two grown children.” Maybe now things aren’t as confusing as they were when I was kid. Growing up it was confusing to me that I was one of the only kids in my class with old half siblings. The thought of me being an aunt to a 11 year old at 23 was mind blowing. I remember that age like it was yesterday, adults never made any sense.

My sister never liked my mom and I don’t blame her. My mom came into my fathers life when she was 24. My mom just got dumped by her millionaire pilot fiancé because he got a woman pregnant in Switzerland. My father was married to his wife at the time Jamie. He cheated on her before he even met my mom with a polish woman from Buffalo where they used to live. My dad never loved Jamie and she was his rebound after my dads father told him he couldn’t marry his highschool sweetheart because he needed to focus on medical school.

So when my father met Jamie he clearly was not thinking straight. He believed Jamie fit the narrative of his parents Jewish, smart, somewhat attractive and had a great family. They got married two years later and moved to New Jersey where my father did his fellowship at englewood hospital.

So that’s where he met my mom. My mom was a young Italian blond nurse with a cocaine addiction. When I look back at photos i see how beautiful and lost my mother was. I could see how any man would want her she was fun, addicted, crazy and emotional. My father; nerd, unemotional but totally inlove with my mom.

My mom hated my father when she met him. She was a top nurse in the OR and basically told the doctor what to do. My father overly confident demeanor turned her off but later she was won over by his charm and love for her.

My father thought my mom was the only person he would ever fall in love with. Four years of back and forth with my mom my dad decided to divorce his wife. Jamie wasn’t surprised but my sister and brother were. My sister was only 12 and my brother 8.

Like I said my mom is the sweetest person in the world but also insane. I sometimes think I get my chaotic and emotional personality trait from her. A trait that makes men deeply fall for us. My mom hated my sister the moment she laid eyes on her. She was a distraction for my father.

Later on my mom fought with Erika but would save Erika from drunk parties, her friends and taught my sister how to be “cool.” I forgot to mention my parents are 10 years apart. Erika and my mothers relationship was constantly in a back and forth.

Jeremy my other half sibling took a liking to my mom. She was fun and had a beach house where she would let them play whatever. My mom defended Jeremy in fights with my dad and later on the two of them got closer. Erika and my moms relationship QUICKLU faded when my mom brought my brother Sam into the world after a year of my parents being married.

Sam was adorable. The whole family fell inlove with my dads new child. Erika wanted nothing to do with him. Two years later my mom had me. I was even worse than Sam. I was a new extension to my mom. A girl. Erika must of assumed my mom and I would become a team. Well that’s where the story starts.

[pettyprocrastination]

I don't even know what I am asking for but can we get some headcannons for Stitches? Maybe some NSFW ones or possibly just some cute fluff showing the family dynamics with everyone? 🥺🥺

Thank you for gracing us with all your amazing work, it's honestly just, mwah - ✨

aaaa thank you so much!!! so I know this says nsfw but i also want to talk about stitches as a general gal (aka you) so were gonna delve into that a lil bit. (also sprinkle in a lil sumsum well see more of in future chapters)

@captainsamwlsn @cinewhore @ficsilike-reblogged (idk if i should tag those on the taglist for the fic because these are just short headcanons so uhh????)

You never went to college. Never felt the need to really. You worked from a young age for your father, even if you never thought of it as working. Sweeping up the shop when you got off from school as a child, sorting fabrics and clothes. He always told you he didnt want you to help “that’s why i have employees, little bee.” but you’d just smile wide and tell him you liked helping him. 

At a young age you loudly told him you demanded he teach you how to sew. Because you wanted to grow up to be just like him. He began to teach you during breaks at work and everyday after you came home from school, it was a quick hobby for you to pick up. If you weren’t sewing, you were watching him sew, and taking mental note of how calm he was and how fluid he’d move his hands to adjust the fabric and so forth. Any scraps were quickly snatched up by your tiny hands and taken off to your own sewing machine where you’d fashion it into whatever little project you were working on. 

Your father did actually want you to go to college. You were a smart kid, intuitive and stubborn, if you wanted something you would work until your bones ached to get you one step closer to it. He knew you were destined for more than this old shop, but everyday after finishing your homework you’d be by his side, listening intently as he taught you how to hem a dress and then excitedly showing him the latest shirt or stuffed animal you made. 

Even well into highschool, he talked to you about nearby universities and even some out of state. Sure the money would be a tight squeeze but he’d do it, for you. You were his everything. 

You gave in, told him you planned on taking a few economics classes at a local community college. “So i can help keep the shop running.” you told him with a proud smile. 

He didn’t want you to run the shop. The place was doing well but he knew one day itd run into the ground. A mall was opening up nearby, he knew that would put them out of business for good. He just hoped it’d be by the time you were gone, in college and pursuing a good job, a stable career. He wanted to make you proud, and he did that more than enough when you were young. He didn't want to shatter your image of your old man as a business owner by letting you know the shop was going to die. 

It wasn’t until the night of your junior prom that he finally gave in. When he saw you bounce down the stairs in a magnificent gown. Something that looked like it could be seen on a runway, something that surely could cost hundreds. 

But he knew. From the way you giggled and twirled, that you had made it yourself. 

“Made by yours truly! All the girls are gonna be so jealous! They're gonna wish they had come to us for their dresses!”

He knew then and there, you were gonna continue to bloom and create all your life. That he’d have to keep the business running for you to take over and watch it bloom

After prom, many girls came to you for your sewing services, often coming to you to make cheap copies of the latest brands and swarming you for dresses for graduation and future dances. 

You began to take classes at the community college your senior year, doubling your workload. your father often found you snoozing at the dinner table, textbook open and smushed against your face. 

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

More about your father. 

His name is edmund, but goes by Eddie!

This man has so many friends. He's the type of guy who smiles and the clouds part. He makes friends literally anywhere he goes. 

Which in turn means that you had a metric shitton of adult friends growing up. Just random grown ups who'd come by for every holiday, pat you on the head and ask how school was. 

It was odd at times, realizing how much of a large unconventional family you had. But at some moments it was comforting. 

Like the two days you spent in the hospital after your father’s car crash. Many came and went, offering their comfort to you as you hoped and prayed for his survival and strength. 

They offered their comfort once more at the funeral but you were less receiving then. 

One of the closest men in your non-blood related family was Rodrigo. A portly man who owned a 24 hour restaurant just down the street from your sewing shop. 

In your early twenties, you and his son Benjamin dated for a few months. You laughed and traveled and did all the stupid shit you were supposed to do in your twenties together, but ultimately decided you were better as friends. 

But his father would always fondly call you the one that got away because his “dumbass of a son couldn't man up and make you his daughter-in-law.”

You never met your mother. Your father didn't have any pictures of her in the house either. 

You would ask about her constantly as a child, he always gave you the same response.

“Your mama and I had a fleeting relationship little bee, it just wasn't in the cards for us to stick it out together.” He would always get this wistful smile though. 

“But i'm okay with that. Because she gave me you. And you're the best damn thing that could've happened to me.”

In his last moments, your father had a smile on his face and realization in his eyes as if he saw somebody before him. Some nurses said he saw an angel, ready to lead him to heaven. 

You always wondered if he saw your mother. 

Though you had never seen the woman, you dreamt of her often. But they were always vague. A warm smile, a gentle caress to your cheek and a sweet voice speaking to you. 

You never knew what she was saying, but you always felt safe with her. 

if you couldn’t tell im back on my maxwell bullshit so if yall want some asks or headcanons feed ME BABEYYY

[whereisstevethestove]

Ventricle.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Virgil, Logan, Katrina Flores (OC), Nico Flores

Relationships: Familial Logan &Virgil, hinted at Logan x Nico

Additional Tags: abortion mention, bisexual disaster logan, teen parenting, hate sex mention, logan having an emotional breakdown in a walmart, nico being a smooth motherfucker.

Word Count: 1805

Summary: Logan made a dumb decision when he was eighteen, which led him to being saddled with a difficult choice when he was just nineteen. Now he's living everyday with the consequences.(in the accidental adoption universe, but can be read as a stand alone. no prior knowledge needed)

Notes: *me, looking at the lack of nico x logan*: Fine, I’ll do it myself.  Also, I have an actual angst logan x nico fic coming out later today maybe, probably.

AO3  

@psychedelicships  here’s some logan and nico... at the end, but I promise it’s worth it.

He was nineteen, young and dumb when it happened-

Logan stared down at the sleeping boy in his arms, a newborn that was only five hours old, with a shock of black hair that was reminiscent of Logan’s baby photos.  He was the only one awake, his ex also asleep from the sheer toll of birth on her body.

She had wanted to keep him, and then, now that Logan was holding the infant, she had admitted that she was going just… throw him into the foster system and hope that someone wanted him.  Logan hadn’t wanted to keep the child, he’d begged her to have an abortion, but he’d promised in the end to still pay child support if that’s what she wanted.

But now…

Now he was holding his son.  She didn’t want him, he looked too much like his dad, and Logan could feel his own heart tearing apart as he thought of giving him up.  

His ex stirred and Logan looked up as she opened her eyes, a look of displeasure on her face.

“You’re looking at it all weird.”

Logan smiled softly down at the infant.  “I know.  He’s beautiful.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not a teen mom.”

“You told me that you don’t want him.”

“And I don’t.”  She looked up at the ceiling of the hospital room and sighed.  “Where did we go wrong Lo?” Lo.

Ah yes, the nickname that she’d called him for so long, when they were first dating junior year in highschool.  Logan used to look back on his past with fond memories, but now everything was tainted the smallest bit darker with the realization that he had, in fact, cut his younger phase short.

“It was the drunk hate sex, I’m sure.”  He responded and she laughed.

“I can’t take him.  I want a life Logan.”

Logan nodded.  “I’m sorry.  But if I may?”

“May what?”

The infant yawned in his sleep and Logan’s heart broke again.  “I’d like to take him.  You won’t have to pay child support, we can go our separate ways and never talk again if you want, but goddamnit, I want to raise him.”

She shot him a rueful look.  “Take him.  After I’m discharged, I never want to see you again though.”

“Of course.”  Logan held back his happiness, but his face betrayed him and even she knew as she watched him hold the infant just a bit closer.

Maybe a part of her wondered how someone like Logan could have ever loved that deeply.

Maybe a part of her didn’t care.

…

Logan had a harder time the next morning convincing the nurse who was filling out the paperwork to put him down as the provider.  After all, the kid was supposed to go straight to adoption, and now the father wanted him.

Not to mention the whole naming thing.  She was less than impressed when Logan told her that he wanted the infant to be named Virgil.  

Logan won both battles and after a talk with Virgil’s doctor, he was heading out to his car with the infant safe in a carrier, which he buckled in before getting in the driver's seat and leaving.

…

He had no idea what he was doing.  Virgil was sitting in the shopping cart child spot, chattering happily in the gibberish that only babies spoke as Logan had an emotional breakdown in front of the baby food.

It’d been six months since Virgil had been born, and according to online and the various books he’d read, advice from his mother and also from his great aunt, the kid should be fine starting solids, but he didn’t know which.

Virgil babbled something and a tiny hand patted Logan’s hair.   He looked up and Virgil giggled before reaching for his glasses.  Logan leaned his head back a bit.

“Virgil, we’ve discussed that you cannot gnaw on my glasses.  You have a teething toy or a pacifier if you’d like.”

Virgil clapped.

There was a gasp behind him and Logan looked back to see a woman, who was grinning at the pair.

“Is that your son?”  She walked up to him and cooed at Virgil.  “How old is he?” “Six months.”  Logan said tiredly as Virgil clapped again and the woman smiled.

“He’s clapping so early.  Most don’t for a good while.”

Logan pumped a tired fist in the air.  “Wonderful.”

“I’m Katrina, I’ve got some little ones at home, it can be tiring.  How old are you? You look a little young to be this sweetie’s daddy.  What’s your name?”

Logan held out his hand for her to shake.  “Logan Alt, nineteen.”

“Oh!  Is your lucky bride at home?”

Logan bit his lip and looked down at the floor of the supermarket.  “Ah, no.”

Katrina seemed to freeze for a moment, but it was fleeting enough that Logan ignored it as she looked up at him.

“Six months you say?  He should be in prime time to start solids.”  When Logan nodded, she seemed to straighten up.  “Would you like some help with a list of foods that you can start him on?  I also have a wonderful book in my car I can grab you.”

Logan stared at her.  

Then he burst into tears and Katrina pulled him into a hug, rubbing a hand soothingly across his back.

“Hey darlin, I know how hard it can be, having a young one so early.”  

Logan nodded into her shoulder and she pulled him back to arms length, a soft smile on her face.  “You’re gonna be the best dad this kiddo ever has.  Let me help you get him some starter foods and then I’ll give ya my number and you can call me on my phone whenever.  We sure are damn lucky for these samsung flip phones, aren’t we?”

“Thank you…”  Logan stuttered out as he wiped at his eyes.  Katrina nodded and gave him another hug before turning to Virgil and patting his head. 

“Hey buddy.  I’m here to help your daddy, okay?”

Virgil babbled something and mirrored her smile.  Katrina gave him another gentle pat on the head.  “Thank you for letting me know that very important thing.”

Logan looked down at Virgil.  “What’d he say?” Katrina’s response was simple.  “That he loves you very much.  Onward to the bananas!” …

Katrina and her family were there when Virgil first waddled up to Logan, and said his first word.

“Space!”

Logan blinked as Virgil made grabby hands, but he complied and lifted his son up into his arms.

Katrina leaned over.  “Looks like you have a little science nerd.”

Virgil reached out and excitedly patted Katrina’s shoulder.  “Space!”  He crowed out and Logan couldn’t help but grin as his now one year old excitedly chirped the word again, squirming in Logan’s arms.

“Looks like you might be right.  Would you like down?”  Logan asked and Virgil nodded vigorously.

Logan set him down.  Virgil laughed and clapped again before looking up at his dad with glee.  

“Space!”

“That’s right.”  Logan nodded solemnly.  “Space.”

Virgil waddled off to where Katrina’s other kids were playing, and the group easily parted to include him.

“Kat.. thank you for inviting us to your Christmas celebration, you didn’t need to.”  Logan looked away from Virgil and she shrugged.

“Lo, with your mom’s passing in November, you told me that you didn’t have anywhere to go, of course I’d offer you my home.”  Katrina picked at a loose thread on her sweater.  “Virgil deserves a good first Christmas, and you need social interaction.”

Logan laughed softly.  “I guess you’re right.”

“I always am.”  Katrina crossed her arms.  “I need to go check on my husband, but I’ll see you around.  Try talking to my younger cousin.”

Logan looked around the room.  “Where are they?”

Katrina pointed to a man Logan’s age, who was sitting on the couch, surrounded by the stuffed animals that the other kids were bringing to him.  “Nico Flores.  He’s single.”

She winked and Logan rolled his eyes at her fondly before heading over to the couch.  Nico looked up from the kid who was speaking to him, a grin splitting his face.  “Hey!  I could use some company!”

The kid that he’d been talking to rapidly fired something at him in Spanish and Nico laughed before responding in kind as Logan carefully moved the stuffed animals and sat next to him.

Once the kid had gone back to the others, Nico held a hand out for Logan to shake.

“Nico Flores.”

“Logan Alt.”

“That your son?”  Nico pointed to Virgil, who was sitting on the ground as another one year old passed him blocks, which he promptly threw down with a laugh.

“Yeah, how’d you guess?”

“He’s the whitest child here.”  Nico ran a hand through his hair and grinned at Logan.  “You’re extraordinarily pale.”

“It’s the german from my father’s side.”  

“Ah.”  Nico laughed as a girl brought him another stuffed animal, taking one from the pile on the ground at his feet as she switched them out.

“Thank you Tio!”

“It’s just Nico, you know that Gemma!” 

Gemma gave a screeching laugh as she ran off.   

“So, how’d you meet my cousin?”

“I had a bit of a rough time finding Virgil, that’s my son, some food as he was about to start solids and I’ve never had a child, so I was unsure of what to buy him and she helped.”  Logan smiled as Virgil looked up to find him, getting off the ground to waddle over and hold his hands up.   He picked up Virgil, who pulled his glasses off his face and held them out to Nico.

“Space!”

Nico took the glasses and nodded seriously.  “Space.”

Virgil, pleased, wiggled out of Logan’s grip again, but not before stealing a stuffed animal from the pile.

Nico handed him his glasses.  “He’s sweet.”

“Indeed.”  Logan smiled fondly before shaking himself out of it.  “So, what brings you here?”

“Kat invited me because, and I quote: ‘There’s gonna be a hot boy here, I swear it.’”  Nico grinned at him.  “She wasn’t wrong.”

Logan felt the blush start to creep up his face and he swallowed nervously.  “Oh?”

“Yeah.  It’s a pity I don’t know his number.”  Nico leaned back on the couch and shrugged.  “It’s also a pity that there’s not really any mistletoe nearby, the cat’s allergic.”

Logan felt like he was gonna die.

“Guess I’ll never know.”

“Ifyoureallywantmynumberyoucouldhaveit.”  Logan blurted out in a rush.

Nico gave him a blinding grin.  “Sounds like a date.”

Yeah, Logan had made some dumb decisions in his teenage years.  But if it had led him to a warm Christmas party, with a cute boy his age next to him and an adorable son playing with his friend’s kids…

Was it really dumb?

[burnedbyshoto]

scoops

— In what was to be a summer of excitement, love, and adventure, you’re doomed to a summer working a job to pay some bills. But hey, who said romance still wouldn’t find a way to work while working at Scoops Ice Cream Parlor? —

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pairing: kaibara sen x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, modern!au, ice cream shop!au

word count: 6,361

a/n: this is for the bnharem summer collab!!!! I am so very tired, when am I not at this point... um... yes, kaibara is def my fav class 1-b boy, sorry not sorry.

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The best part about summer… well, you really couldn’t begin to list what you loved about it. There was no bad part about summer. Sure, the days were hot and humid, but they were long and bright for so long you could go and do things for countless hours. You were able to stay out in the sun and feel the heated rays against your skin — road trips with friends and days when you had no sleep and those when you only slept.

Summer was indeed the best time of the year.

This summer was supposed to be the best, with your saved money from working at the student store for this last semester, you were ready to go places with your friends. Explore the unknown all in the name of youth.

There indeed wasn’t anything better about this time of the year than that. 

Cute clothes, cute bathing suits, and cute accessories, as you trailed out of your classroom with your final finally done and completed, you were ready to zoom on toward home.

This was going to be the best summer ever, you thought, your heart racing in anticipation at the thought of your best friend pulling up at your home with a car full of friends. Your parents waving you off as you descended into the purpling and pink sky with nothing but an uproarious scream and celebration.

You really hoped you’d find someone attractive… maybe a summer fling?!

You giggled at the thought, your face warming even more under the deep sun rays, your body avoiding passing commuters.

This was going to be your summer!

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“You’re… you’re kidding me,” you deadpanned staring at your mother, who was in a full-body cast. 

She looked at you with a sheepish emotion on her face, her eyes full of sorrow yet no pain. The moment you had gotten home and had switched from your finals outfit to something more practical, you had gotten a phone call from the hospital. It seems that your mother, in all her clutz, had tumbled down the staircase at her work. Through this, she managed to break both arms and legs, two ribs and broke her collarbone. 

“M… Mom,” you groaned at the way she was laughing in total embarrassment; after all, miraculously, she was in little pain despite being hospitalized. “How did this happen?! Why did you — oh my god…” 

“There was a mosquito flying by my head, and well… I tripped and fell,” she laughed loudly, smiling in gratitude when the nurse came to adjust her pillows. 

“Why were you even leaving the office?! It isn’t even lunchtime for you, and you always eat lunch on the roof?” you questioned more, your arms folding across your arms. 

“Well, um… you know how there have been cuts at the office, I just… I was let go,” she whispered in a small voice, face twisted with embarrassment and shame. While you wanted to feel sorry for your mother because after all, she had suffered horrendously, there was a quick realization of what those words meant.

Medical insurance was now gone.

“How are we going to pay for this?!”

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Having to wave your friends away with tears rolling down your face was hard. Their faces sullen at the fact that you had handed over your entire job savings to begin paying off the massive debt your mother built in a single minute. You also knew you couldn’t return to your job at the university, they were closed during this time.

There wasn’t much you could even find while looking around. Your resume wasn’t strong enough to earn jobs that would help your future career, not when competing against graduate students. The local shops and malls were already filled to completion; they always prioritized the highschoolers anyways. 

You had almost thought it was pointless to even be searching until you stumbled across a corner ice cream parlor. It was the closest ice cream parlor to your house, and if you thought hard enough, you definitely remembered coming when you were small, and fortunately for you, they were hiring on the spot.

So here you were, in an old t-shirt, shorts, an apron fastened on, and your hair free from your face. The owner of the ice cream parlor showed you around, pointing at the different things that were lying about. He was a simple tour guide, he had told you, a simple introduction to what was lying about. Your coworkers would be the ones to teach you how to create the unique menu items, teach you how to work behind the scenes. 

The smile on your face was stiff and very unnatural as he showed you about, stories of the old employee he had that had quit on him because they were moving suddenly. It was apparently a struggle for him to find willing workers at this time. He was also sure to name off the three other employees that worked here, and by the sounds of it, two of the three names were retired people who were so bored that they sought out a low-stakes job.

“Ah, there he is!” he exclaimed, his hands thrusting outwards as a tall, dark-haired man emerged from the back, a gallon of ice cream in his hands while he looked lost in thought. “This is Kaibara Sen! My youngest…er, second youngest employee now! He will be handling your training, he is very competent and well… a much better explainer than I am!” 

You tried not to stare too much at the man, but he was for lack of a better term, beautiful. Dark hair, brown eyes, and a look on his face that just told you he definitely did not want to be here… it was basically love at first sight for you. 

“Kaibara, this is y/l/n, our newest member of the family here at Scoops!” the owner exclaimed, his cheeks warm and his body brimming with excitement. “Please explain everything, I have to go now! My daughter should be out of school, and I have to go pick her up!”

You watched in silent awkwardness as the man picked up all his items and rushed out of there without a single word. Smiling awkwardly, you returned your attention to Kaibara, who was studying you without saying a word. Your smile began to pinch at your cheeks, the strain of the faux smile beginning to tire you out to completion while he changing the empty gallon of ice cream for the new one — you had to will yourself from staring at the very, very nicely toned arms of his. 

“Hold this,” he spoke, his voice low and flat, almost entirely passive and bored while he pushed the empty cardboard into your arms. You hitched a breath in your surprise, your head nodding in your overall confusion. 

The tub was cold in your arms, contradicting the overall harsh rays of the sun. You watched as he turned on his heel, moving back to the door, and you stayed put, your eyes wide in confusion and your increasing inability to stop checking him out. “Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to follow?”

Blood flooded to your face in your embarrassment, your head dropping while you rushed after him.

Needless to say, your first day on the job was an interesting one.

While your first impression of Kaibara was that he was hot enough to melt you into a puddle, you found yourself at a quick and immovable realization that he was an overall dick. He was disgustingly bland, his tone only riling you up when he crudely pointed out your mistakes and issues. He had explained to you in five minutes how the entire ice cream parlor worked — yes, in five minutes, and yes, he expected that you memorized and retained all that information.

Refill the ice cream when there’s only five centimeters left. Don’t touch the soft-serve ice cream machine because it often broke. Don’t flirt with any customers, don’t destroy the whip cream swirls on the ice cream sundaes. Don’t ever go into the freezer without someone knowing, don’t forget to clean the counters every hour if it isn’t that busy, don’t forget… well, you got it. There were many don’t’s in his vocabulary surrounding the rules and regulation of this ice cream parlor. Furthermore, he had thrown you to the wolves because the moment he finished up the rules here at Scoops where they ‘live to bring a lick of happiness one scoop at a time,’ a customer had walked in and of course, because beginners luck was not a thing, ordered the hardest thing on the menu.

Your back had never been sweatier, and your arms trembled as he practically breathed down your neck. There was no stopping this incessant mother birding of his, and your ears seared with heat when he called you out for every mistake you made.

“I thought I told you to not do that!” he muttered just loud enough for the customer to ask with worry if everything was okay. 

The second you had handed of the quad-layered ice cream sundae that was most definitely a kickstarter to diabetes did you almost collapse in gratefulness of being done with that wretched thing. The customer did, however, frown significantly at the sight of the very ugly sundae, and you wanted to collapse in your failure. 

The two of you were not… compatible coworkers, and that was apparent as the summer sun while the day went on.

He ridiculed your every technique, he frowned at the way your voice pitched when you welcomed customers, scoffed when you were overly sweet because he would love to see you being that kind in a month, and he glared a hole through your head the moment you tried to socialize while there was nothing to do.

So when the summer sun had set for the night and your arm burned from the repetitive and laborious action of scooping ice cream all day, you walked out of Scoops with a wavering bottom lip. This was going to be a long summer.

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“For someone who’s been here a whole year more than me, I’d’ve thought you were better than this,” you sang, pocketing the extra cash you got as a bonus for the fantastic and helpful review you had gotten on Yelp. Yes, America’s disaster of an app had finally made its way to Japan, and three weeks ago, your boss said anyone with a useful review on top of a five-star recommendation would get a bonus. You were always getting it. “What was that you were saying when I first began? Don’t suck? Hm, well, I think you need to get that under control on your own part.”

Kaibara rolled his eyes so hard you swore you could hear him do it. You tried not to allow the prideful smirk to become too apparent while you went about your shift reorganizing the front of the store. You had just managed through a demanding crowd of children, couples, and the elderly, and it was a mess. 

It had only been the two of you today, too (the owner only worked the register, leaving the two of you to make the orders). While there was no getting along for either of you, there was a good work ethic between you that allowed you to work efficiently together. But of course, the teasing and taunting from your voice while you graciously took the extra cash made Kaibara seethe.

It was an unspoken, spoken competition between the two of you, and to make things worse for the environment between everyone, the both of you sorely got along. 

He had called you incompetent, you called him lazy. He called you a useless employee, you called him fifth-rate at best. There was just a lot of tension between you and the man you had once thought was painfully attractive.

“It doesn’t count when you beg customers for the comment. Of course, they’re gonna take pity on you and your ass life; why do you think people give spare change to the homeless?” Kaibara smoothly stated, his fingers digging the cleaning rag harder onto a piece of fallen dried, sticky ice cream.

You nearly cracked the waffle cones in your gloved hands.

“At least I’m the one with the extra cash in your pocket!”

“It fell out actually, free change now,” Kaibara stated, pointed at the rolled money on the floor and quickly scooping it from the floor well before you could snatch it. 

Your face twisted when you ended a near chest to chest with him, his eyes seeming to read you entirely while you definitely met his gaze, yet also managed to look cities away. Your upper lip curled with your frustration, and you shoved his chest, grabbing at the money in his hand.

Unfortunately for you, he was both quicker than you, stronger than you, and taller than you. He merely rose his clenched fist well above his head and smirked at how your face blanched at his actions.

“You’re a fucking dick!” you yelled, your hands latching onto his bicep and pulling down with all your strength. “Give me my damn tip!”

“It was on the ground, it’s finders keepers,” was his smooth response, his arm somehow freakishly strong enough to fight off your full weight and stay defiantly up. 

Well, you definitely understood why no one liked working with the two of you, you were both annoying together. 

“Kaibara Sen, if you don’t give me back my damn money right now, I will—” you were interrupted by how his lips pulled past his teeth into a fierce, biting grin.

“You’ll what? Punch me? It hasn’t hurt the last ten times you’ve tried.” He taunted you with no mercy, his head tilting just the slightest bit to further his point and to have your blood pumping yet again.

“That’s only because I wasn’t trying before!” you counter, your fingers pressing into his palm, your nails beginning to dig into his flesh while he tried not to let on that it hurt.

“You’ll have a friend of yours write a five-star review for you, and write a complaint about me?” he asked, bringing back to light the one time that your friends left not one, but fifteen five-star reviews. Of course, a handful of them had also decided to include that they were not happy with the treatment they received from Kaibara — not that it was possible given that they were not anywhere near here. 

“Well, I didn’t know they were going to do that! All I was doing was exchanging stories about how I was working while they were all out having fun!” you attempt to defend, but it sounds weak because well, it happened.

“Ah, okay, I’ll try to remember that when I have my friends doing the same to you,” Kaibara sarcastically smiled, his arm finally dropping so that his fist was in your face, but it still remained defiantly closed. “I mean it’s only fair, and they didn’t abandon me on a whole summer long getaway!”

“I told them it was okay to leave, you jerk!” you grit out, your fingers trying to slip under his so that you could rip the money from his hand, but yours were beginning to sweat.

“Ouch, a jerk? Don’t hurt my feelings, please y/n, it’s making me tear up,” Kaibara sighed, his eyes very much interested in the way you were failing to get his fingers to open up.

“D-Don’t call me y/n! We are not friends enough for you to try acting casual with me!”

“Should I call you y/l/n-sama instead?”

“W… WHAT?!”

“Yeah, sounded weird to me too. I mean, after all, I don’t garner any respect for you, so why would I use that, to begin with!”

If you were a bird, you were absolutely positive that your feathers would be bristled and standing while you glared up at Kaibara with a near snarl on your lips. He matched your glare, his typically passive eyes ignited while the both of you neared in this hate-filled magnetism. 

“Would you two please stop! This is the time for summer flings! Not swinging fists!” 

The both of you whirled around to see your practically sobbing employer watch on with tears rolling down his face. He had been the most disheartened at the fact that both you did not get along at all, it was his biggest regret he had said many times over. While both of you did not fly twenty meters apart, Kaibara’s fist relaxed, and you managed to retrieve your money back from him with a satisfied ‘hmph’ before turning around.

Really you knew both of you together were insufferable. But to your credit, both of you were always civil in front of the customers. Well, at least polite enough for no one to speak up. But as you returned to your place by the corner to continue cleaning with your rag, you couldn’t help but look behind you at Kaibara, who was also staring back at you.

What an insufferable prick!

He stared at you, his lips pressing into a smile that you refused to admit made your heart hammer just the slightest bit faster in your chest, and the moment he caught on, the smile became a smirk before his tongue stuck out, and his finger pulled at his eye — or in other words, he threw you an Akanbe… well, your boss then had a ten-minute talk about how it was not okay to throw dirty rags at your coworkers.

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It wasn’t that Kaibara didn’t like you.

No, of course not, there was no point in garnering unpleasant feelings towards someone who didn’t matter to him at the end of the day, but sometimes… sometimes he really thought you being a piece of shit just to enact rage and violence from him. After all, as part of working at the ice cream parlor, their break time leisure was always brought with a free sundae with whatever you wanted because you worked, and tips were only really brought in by the rare American tourist.

But you were doing this on purpose. 

“I want to add a caramel and chocolate drizzle, don’t forget to add peanuts… should I get whipped cream??? Is there enough??? I know we used almost half of our weekly supply on one kid?” Kaibara watched as you stroked your chin, ordering your custom-made sundae while you created this sugar-sweet dessert based on what he hated to create. “You know what… yes, I want some whipped cream, but I also thought that you could maybe smash it up like at Cold Stone? It makes it easier to eat.”

“I’ll spit in your ice cream if you make me do that.” Kaibara deadpanned, his fingers twitching on the serving spoons. If he was going to smash your toppings on the counter, he just cleaned, he was going to throw this in your face.

“And violate Healthcode Section 242?!” you gasped loudly, almost offended that he would do such a thing, and he wondered if you were pulling a number out of your ass. “Do it, I dare you! I really would like to have you replaced!”

He watched you triumphantly stick your nose in the air, your lips set in a victorious grin, but he just sighed. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass.”

You seemed to have expected that from him, but you still played it off in a shocked manner with your hands pressing to your cheeks in your horrified expression.

“Oh thank goodness, I thought for a second there you were going to say something horrendously rude!” you laugh, your hands stretching out for your finished sundae, and he watched your tongue wet your lips while you brought it close to you. “My mom tells me that all the time, and she’s still in a full-body cast.”

“And that’s relevant because?” he asked, his eyes blinking slowly, his head tilting in his faux boredom — he wouldn’t admit it, but he was never bored with you around.

“Nope, totally irrelevant! But I figured your life is so boring that my daily news about my bedridden mother must be like what Fashion Week is for Youtubers,” you chide, walking over to an empty table and plopping down on the chair with overdramatic confidence and slight exhaustion.

“I think maybe you should stop talking and eat that ice cream before your break is over.” he returned, his hip pressing into the cold counter while he cleaned up the small mess he had made creating your monster of a snack.

“You’re probably right… your small brain needs a break.”

Your words were nothing new, but he still stared at you with a growing smirk while you brought your spoon of ice cream to your mouth and took your first big satisfying bite… well, that was until you tasted it. “EW! HEY! KAIBARA! THIS IS FUCKING DISGUSTING WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SUNDAE?!”

“I added cherry sauce.” He shrugged, his arms folding across his chest while your face fell, your spoon digging into the sweet cream to shove the black sauce, which was not chocolate, to the side.

“THAT’S THE—”

“Worst? I know!” Kaibara nearly snorted at the defeated, almost depressing look that overcame his face. He wanted to dig more at you because of that, but was unfortunately interrupted when the front door opened and in came a customer. “Oh, welcome.”

He didn’t want to look away from the fact that you were pouting and eating your sundae still; your guilt of wasting food outweighing your distaste much more. But a weird twist of his stomach made his eyebrows scrunch when he noticed how the incoming customer stared at you. It was a look of interest, and while he didn’t even like you, why was he feeling like this.

He ignored it, shaking his head, he focused on the customer who said they were still looking, and he sighed.

It meant nothing… right?

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Well, it finally happened. 

Today was your day off, but at precisely 12:35 p.m., your phone violently buzzed with an incoming call from your boss. You had been out on the backyards lawn trying to sunbathe with your towel on the dirt floor, trying to live the best summer experience you could. Your music had been blasting, so when the call came, you quickly picked it up to figure who was calling and why.

“Hello?”

“Y/N WE NEED YOU IN THE SHOP RIGHT NOW! THE EVENT IS CRAZY RIGHT NOW, AND THERE’S A LINE OUT THE DOOR! I’LL GIVE YOU OVERTIME JUST GET HERE NOW!”

There wasn’t even a chance to argue, a chance to say you were doing more important things, because the line ended immediately and you groaned loudly. To work it was, it seemed. 

It took you fifteen minutes to get to Scoops Ice Cream Parlor, and you were surprised, to say the least, about how false your boss’s statement was. It wasn’t a line out the door, it was a line that went out the door and wrapped around the block?! 

You locked eyes with Kaibara, who was also apparently called in today, and he merely raised an eyebrow at you before continuing what he was doing. In forty-five seconds flat, you had managed to get yourself ready to assist and were on it. 

It was times like this that everyone was grateful for how efficiently you and Kaibara worked together, as odd as it was. The two of you worked on multiple orders together, passing things off to one another, gathering items, and sharing. It was done wordlessly, effortlessly, and efficiently; it indeed was not a reflection of how you two behaved normally. 

In an hour and a half, the line had finally reached the last ten people, and you could almost cry in relief. 

“Ah! A soft served vanilla ice cream with a chocolate drizzle! Y/n!” your boss commanded, and you nodded, your sweating cheek pressing to your shoulder to wipe whatever you could off. Without a word, you went back to the soft serve machines and without so much of a thought, pulled on the lever. 

You quickly realized that pulling on that lever was a mistake, not a mistake you purposefully made, but a mistake. 

Do not touch the soft-serve machine because it often broke… that’s what Kaibara told you all those weeks ago, but when he meant broken, he didn’t mean it didn’t produce ice cream. No, no, no. That would be too nice by the universe, after all! When he said it broke, you never expected the soft-serve ice cream to begin to pour from the machine, with no stop in sight. 

“OH NO!”

The white vanilla cream poured endlessly from the machine, and you shrieked while trying to keep it on the cone you brought with you, but you were no expert in making those Instagram famous towers. Eventually, you watched in horrific slow motion as the ice cream tipped over and splattered on the floor, and in your moment of not knowing what to do, you attempted to gather the ice cream in your hands instead of letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh my god, stop! Please stop!” you chanted, your hands jiggling onto the lever hoping that it would make it stop, but it was to no avail.

With every passing second, your arm filled with more ice cream, growing colder and stickier with every moment. 

“What the fuck is taking you so long — oh my god!”

“KAIBARA PLEASE HELP ME!!!!” you sobbed, feeling like a pathetic toddler of all things as your foot desperately tried to drag the trash can near you to keep the building icecream from falling onto the floor, but your legs were too short it seemed. 

“What did you do?!” he hissed, running over slamming the trash can near you, but slipped on the fallen cone and crashed into you. 

Much like how the ice cream cone had fallen in slow motion, Kaibara crashing into you, exploding the armful of ice cream gathered in your arms everywhere, sent you both to the ground. 

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” you sobbed in your hysteric laughter, the both of you now fumbling on the ground, the ice cream quickly seeping past the threads of the apron to seep into your clothes and burn your bodies slowly. “YOU MADE THIS SO MUCH WORSE!”

“Oh my god, would you stop?! Please stop yelling!”

“Get off me first! You’re so heavy!”

“The floors are so damn slippery, I can’t!”

“Roll off, you idiot!”

It was a chaotic, wild attempt by the two of you to calm down the machine that wouldn’t stop spitting out ice cream until it was empty. While no one else had seen the two of yours struggles to get into your feet (a feat that took twenty minutes and provided hilarious footage for your coworkers who watched it before closing), the both of you couldn’t speak of what happened without feeling like you needed to crumble away. 

Thankfully, both of you were sent home afterward, before the ice cream could glue into your skin. But as you were walking out, your arms not being able to bend at the disgusting horror of the sticky firmness of the dried ice cream on your skin, you were surprised when a hand grabbed your shoulder and stopped you. 

“I wanted to apologize,” Kaibara says the second you turn to look at him. 

“What?” you stupidly respond, your eyes blinking rapidly as if you couldn’t understand him. 

“I wanted to apologize about how I’ve been… how I’ve been behaving. We aren’t really friends, but after all that today, I just… can we start over?”

And somehow those four little words sparked a friendly fire in your core, and your lips stretched into a smile as sweet as the ice cream on your body. 

“Yeah, I think we can.”

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This date was going horribly.

About nine days ago, a customer had walked in, seen you moping with an ice cream sundae made by Kaibara with black cherry sauce, and had asked you out. You were sure what exactly willed you into saying yes; after all, you didn’t know the guy personally, but here you were. Without wanting to seem rude, you definitely thought this date was going horrendously, and you wanted to get out, not that this man noticed anyways.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?” he asked, a smile spreading on his face while both of you exited the movie theater.

You thought about it, Kaibara wasn’t working today if you remembered correctly, and with Scoops being the only ice cream joint nearby, you weren’t about to stroll in on a date with him there. Since the whole broken soft-serve ice cream machine, both of you had taken to be friends like honey and flies. 

The bickering didn’t stop, not one single bit, but the tone and the atmosphere behind the genuine arguments no longer felt like an introduction to some World War and now instead teasing and playing between friends. However, admitting and seeing that you were friends brought up an issue that you never thought was going to happen again — you once more found yourself attracted to the dark-haired man.

Yes, like some overzealous whore, you were out on a date while having very real feelings for your coworker.

But well, going back to whether you should go get ice cream, it would give you yet another reason to speak up at all.

“Sure!”

But of course, summer was not being your friend this summer it seemed, because when he held open the all too familiar front door, and you walked in with a grateful smile. You felt your heart twist and die the second that Kaibara walked out from the back, his already neutral face falling into stony coldness at the sight of you and your date.

“Welcome,” was his unwelcoming call. 

Please let there be some freak accident that causes time to reset so you wouldn’t have to do this, you prayed, trying to calm the blood that threatened to rush to your face while your date began to talk to Kaibara. Your eyes glued immediately over onto the menu as if you hadn’t already memorized everything up there. Still, even with your attention very focused on the menu, you knew by heart already, you could feel those dark, nearly black eyes piercing through you. 

When Kaibara was asked to cover a coworkers shift today, he expected it to be busier than it was today. He guessed that’s just how it was at times when the heat of the summer day failed to make anyone want any ice cream, but while it was nice to get paid without doing much work, it definitely sucked doing nothing. Which is why when the front door chime sounded, he offered to take on the customer… but he didn’t expect to see you here with some random guy. 

He didn’t know why it bothered him really, the both of you were finally getting along superbly but seeing you there next to some guy who was trying to talk about just how amazed he was by all the ice cream flavors and how he met you here soured his mood intensely. At the same time, he continued to look at you. You were staring at the menu; he knew you could recite to the very typo on the board because he had riled you into memorizing it within the first week. 

But when your sheepish gaze met his, Kaibara did not want to admit that the bizarre emotions he was feeling both disappeared altogether and intensified utterly. 

“What d’ya want, y/l/n?” he asked you after taking down this assholes order. He took to your gaze, trying not to have some lame physical reaction to how he felt when your eyes warmed at the sight of him. 

It meant nothing, it meant nothing, it meant nothing. 

“I’ll have the caramel banana sundae,” you ordered with a smile while your date grinned after your selection. 

“You really order the worst things on this menu, don’t you?” he couldn’t help but jab, knowing you would instantly focus on this mindless banter. 

“Kaibara, I swear, say that to my face one more time!” you instinctively yelled. Although you were here on some date, he would confirm later (and would then have to internally admit that he was, in fact, jealous) he liked the fact that you spent the majority of your date in here talking to him.

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Sometimes you really wished that arresting the sun was an actual concept. 

Why in the world was it even legal for the temperature to be 114°F and for workplaces to still be expected to run normally. God, it was so hot that it only felt normal in your ice cream parlor employment that your only moment of grace was when you walked into the back freezers. 

“I think I’m slowly dying,” you whispered to Kaibara while you arranged the ice cream for the waiting customers. 

Today had been reasonably busy, everyone coming in and exclaiming that they needed some ice cream to combat the summer sun, and you always nodded in agreement. But you guessed despite the blistering heat that couldn’t even stay away from the ice cream shop, you appreciated being able to suffer together with Kaibara. 

“If you die and leave me here, I will kill you.” Kaibara’s eyes narrowed at you, and you laughed, shoving him with your shoulder. 

“Good luck!”

You handed the ice cream concoctions to the family and watched as they seem delighted to have it before walking away. 

After a perfect steady flow of customers, the parlor was at the moment empty, and you looked at the different ice cream gallons in search to see which needed to be refilled. You counted five, and you cringed, the both of you had been slacking it seemed. 

“Come help me switch out the ice cream,” you demanded, spinning on your heel and marching off back towards the freezer. 

Since your date, it had been… awkward with Kaibara, you hated to admit it.

The fact that he had seen you on a date was never again brought up, but it seemed that maybe it should have been considering the very awkwardness that bled into your relationship. Sure, he was beyond pleasant with you; as a matter of fact, there was hardly any bickering between the two of you because whenever it started, he would bite his tongue to keep from returning any of your lines — and you knew he had some comebacks. 

You walked into the freezer first, reciting the ice cream flavors that needed to be replaced like a mantra to avoid multiple trips to and from the freezer. With Kaibara coming in behind you, you immediately walked over towards the frozen gallons and began to pull out the flavors that you needed to take. 

“How’s your boyfriend?” Kaibara asked suddenly while you placed two of the gallons onto the floor so that you could grab the other ones. 

You felt your spine stiffen at his words, your eyes wide while you turned behind you to see that Kaibara had also grabbed another two of the flavors which lead you with one more, which was nearest to you. 

“Not my boyfriend,” you corrected awkwardly, your ears burning while you walked carefully over to the gallon in the far back wall. “I didn’t like him, I was promised a free ticket to a movie, and you know with my mom and everything I couldn’t pass it up.”

Without even looking at him, you knew that Kaibara had nodded his head in understanding.

“So you don’t like him?” he asked, his voice seeming to come from a few steps behind you, which caused a shiver to roll down your spine, but you mentally blamed it on the freezing air. 

“No, I um… I like someone else,” you respond honestly, trying not to let on your embarrassed and flustered state while trying to take the gallon of ice cream out from the rack but was currently failing. “Stupid fucking ice cream!”

But your frustration towards the ice cream container was quickly and almost immediately forgotten the second his unexplainably warm hands grabbed onto your shoulders and spun you around. Your eyes widened at the sight of his slight shaggy black hair falling onto his eyes while he looked at you and then down at your lips.

“Am I that someone else?” he asked, and all the air in your lungs froze over and died. He read you like a book, and the soft chuckle that left his lips made your body vibrate with warmth as he nodded his head in perfect understanding. “Lucky guess, huh… you think I can kiss you, y/n?”

A simple sentence crossed his tongue, and yet your mind spun at his words as if he had offered you only the greatest riches in the world, and you found yourself nodding your head while reaching up to meet his own eager lips into a scorching kiss. You weren’t sure how long the kiss lasted, only knowing that with your fingers twisted into his soft locks, his fingers digging into your waist and keeping you breathlessly near, and the buzz that came alive with your dancing lips. He inexplicably and irrevocably overwhelmed you, and the near frantic breathing that passed through your nose was evidence of that. 

By the time you two parted, you felt the world turn into some rose gold haze while you stared up at his smiling face.

The two of you would later find out that you had been locked in the freezer together, but on the hottest day of the year, next to someone who kissed you with enough intensity and passion that the freezer couldn’t even make you shiver, it was all okay.

[insomniac-gamzee]

Me and the bois really do be making Discordius Romance huh

Shout out to @hellishwoods for helping create the greatest story of all time!

under a read more because this bitch thicc as fuck!

On an average Wednesday morning, an unholy screech of "MY WATERS BROKEN!" pierces the veil of sleep between two normal people. Chatter gets out of bed, going to his wife's side, putting his hand down on her shoulder, looking past her huge badonkers to her belly. "HONEY DON'T WORRY, CAN YOU MAKE IT TO THE CAR?!" he yells. Chattette nods. They hobble over to the car, the overnight bag already in the back, towels on the seats. "HOLD ON HONEY!" Chatter yells to his wife as they hit a pothole, while on the main road. Chatette screams, and places one hand on her stomach. "CAN'T YOU GO ANY FASTER?" "HONEY I'M TRYING OKAY?! ITS GONNA BE FINE!!" Chatter screams slightly hysterical. He sees the car of his old highschool rival, Trae, a little bit behind him. He doesn't know why he noticed. He keeps driving. 

Trae glances up, out of his fire-engine red, jacked up Ford Fusion, and spots Chatter. He nearly smiles, but stops when the high-pitched shriek meets his ears. He frowns.  Back to Chattette, She looks down. From her perspective, you can't see anything past huge badonkers + her belly, but let's imagine. Chatette sees the fact that she forgot shoes. She can't show off Prada at the hospital now! Chattette is very pissed at this. Maybe Chatter at least packed her gold Gucci slides? Either way, Trae's dick went into this kid, so Chatter wouldn't be useful anymore. Hell, Trae didn't even know about Chatter either. Chat is too busy behind the wheel to notice Trae's look at him or his wife, but if he did, that wouldn't be good. He sure doesn't notice his wife's glance at him. Hopefully the kid looks like Chattette, right?

Hell, he only called her his wife. Truth is, she said she didn't wanna get tied down. He respected that, but it threw him off a bit. Still, the pregnancy held them together. They arrived to the emergency ward, Nurses rushing to meet them. Chattette notices Trae pull up in the parking lot as she is taken into emergency care. Chatter is just worried.

Trae opens the door and hops out of his car, nearly spraining his ankle from jumping from that high up. You should have used the foot stool meant for that purpose. He walks into the hospital after the couple goes in. Only family can get in the hospital room, but ……. well, he is. Chatter finally notices Trae. Chattette has as much of an evil smirk as she can manage in this much pain. "Uh, Trae? Why are you here?"

"Uh, because I'm the father of Chattette's child? What are YOU doing here?"

"Same reason, apparently?" 

The child.... looks nearly identical to Trae. The only thing stopping it is the heterochromia- One of Trae's brown eyes, and one of Chatette's blue ones.

they both, in unison, stop talking and spin around as a child's cry pierces the air.

Chatter sees this and blinks. He slowly starts sobbing. 

"Chattette, what... What the fuck?"

"Chatter wait!" Trae yells, but it's too late as Chatter runs out of the hospital and into his car. Chattette is grinning all the while with her new child, Sharon, while a nurse grumbles angrily about "third time this week" and "stupid fucking kids, ruining their relationships."

Chatter doesn't know what to do. He decides to head to arbys. eat his heart out and try and find out whether he and Trae can sort it out. 

The nurse is so tired that they just leave. There's security cameras, if it gets bad then we'll know who started it, I guess. Trae turns to Chatette, and what is obviously his kid. 

"You cheated on me?!" He exclaims, angry but also mildly relieved.

"Actually, I cheated on Chatter, but what's the point? you're still stuck with me, or everyone will know what you are hun! No give me a kiss before the doctors get concerned, 'kay?"

'conceited bitch' He thinks to himself.

"No."

"WHAT was that, hunny? You going to go be homosexual with my ex?  You know I will tell them~~"

"I don't care. You fucking disgust me. Good luck on your own, Chattette." Trae walks out, on the verge of tears. Chattette was cheating on two men, just to hold them both down? Fuck it, tomorrow he's going full College homo. But first, Arbys.

Chat, at Arbys, has the desire to eat one of everything, but decides that maybe some soda, a burger, and some curly fries is a good start. He sits in a window booth, and then glances up. Like he's in a music video, the window reflects back to him his sad, crumpled face. His eyes are kinda watery. He's pretty glad he didn't marry Chattette after all. So much for a family though. He crams some fries into his burger. Luckily for him he guesses, at least Chattette won't get on his back for eating meat anymore. Maybe he can even go wear his leather jacket again! Still, he's probably gonna have to deal with Trae soon. Then, Comically, Trae walks through the door. 

If I could play a laugh track, I would. But nobody's smiling, except for those happy families. The workers aren't, and Trae goes up to get some food. Nice- He gets a milkshake. He is on a slightly healthier diet, so this is a slight reward for him. He sits in the booth parallel to Chatter. He doesn't realise it, but he says "Damn that bitch" out loud in his husky accent. 

Chatter hears him. "Trae, dude?". Chat moves parallel to him. "What the fuck happened back there with my... What happened with Chattette?" Chatter brings his food along with him. Is this a date? Chatter's lips purse as he looks back to Trae. He waits for Trae to explain.

Trae feel the need to say one thing. "I only did it for my safety. I'm fucking gay."

".......So that explains the booty shorts on valentines day!" Trae nearly smiled. Those were some comfy booty shorts, and very gay. He stopped it though, taking a bite of his order. Chatter made a weird face halfway in - between a smile and a :| .

"I still fit mine." Chatter admits this much.

Trae is slightly concerned with how much he blushes at both the acceptance and also the vision of Chat in those sexy booty shorts. "Same here, I still have a tonne of em. I could've gotten married in em!"

"then again, it's only been two years!"

"I guess you're right."

The conversation turns awkward. Awe, no. By coincidence, a kid zooms by. He stops, and makes a truck noise as he stops by the table. With wide, curious eyes- he asks very bluntly: "Are you two gay?"

Chat points at himself "I think?!" They look at eachother. "yes"

"yes" They both said, finally.  The kid slams a toy down on the table- a rainbow mcdonalds toy, and zooms off. look at him go-

"Uh." Chatter starts something, then stops. 

Trae, ever the top in the relationship, picks it up again. He rubs his neck. "Do you wanna maybe... get outta here?"

"we can head back to mine if you want, gonna have to move Cheater C's shit out anyway. I know her dad'll take care or the rest anyway." He's blushing slightly. He makes that head movement of 'c'mon lessgo' towards the exit, and they both head toward their respective vehicles. 

"WAIT! PHONE NUMBER?!" Chat yells quickly

Trae yells his phone number over to Chat, who saves his contact with a heart and a question mark. He blocks Chattette while he's at it. 

"Just follow me to my place, we're only ten mins away!" he yells over. He hops into his car and revs the engine. Then the two lads hit the road. As soon as they get home, Chatter calls a locksmith over- replacing the two locks in all the doors, so Chatette can't get in. He gets a master key, and bit his tongue as he got another one. Who knows.... Chatter starts to pull out some trash bags, putting Cheater Chattette's .. everything in their boxes, into the bags. Man, she has a lot of shit.

"wait should i delete her island on animal crossing?"

"DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT"

She won't be getting that back any time soon.  He moves on to the baby room. What USED to be the guest room.

"Uh Trae, we have a problem. There's only one bed in the house. You fine with taking the bed?"

Trae shrugs. "I can take the couch. By the way- random question , what's your favorite movie?" 

Chatter only frowns. "Megamind, and you're taking the bed, it's horrible for your posture. You- you have an excellent bo- SPINE, and mine's just really messed up. I'll take the couch." 

Trae sighs. "As soon as you fall asleep on the couch, I'm moving you to the bed."

They both stop. >:| is on both of their faces.

"Megamind is also my favorite movie though. Do you want to watch it on the couch before we fight about this some more?" He has a small smile on his face, and they go to do that.  One bag of m&ms later, they're .. really close on the couch. They make offhand comments through the film, one of which from Chatter is 'Chattette would never have done this with me...' Trae looks at him out of the corner of his eyes, and holds his hand under the blanket. 

Chat blushes slightly, smiling gently. He leans closer to Trae, ""Just for warmth"" he tells himself. The movie is coming towards a good bit. However, it seems Trae had fallen asleep. Chatter poked him a bit before giving up. He just snuggled closer and smiled, cramming his face full of m&ms. Chat snuggles deeper into the cuddle, and Trae moves slightly in his sleep. Waking up slightly, he notices the pressure on him and looks down. Very gently, he puts his arm around Chat. He drifts back off to sleep, not before whispering a little something.

"How glad I am that I never gave up on you, Chatter."

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Home sweet Home - Chapter 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

Summary: Emily Wines and Chris Evans have been friends since they were kids. When Emily needs a break from her life she moves in with Chris back in Boston. It sounds easy, but things never go as planned, right?

Warnings: swearing, violence, past trigger memories, eventual, possible smut.

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a while, and I have started writing it on AO3. So yes, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I will writing it. There will be angst, fluff, an attempt of humour and maybe… maybe a bit of smut. Enjoy :)

Wordcount: 1918

Tags: @southerngracela

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MASTER LIST

Seeing her mother in the hospital was always one of the worst things. She could never sleep well a day before, and today was not an exception. She needed a long cold shower to wake up just enough to be able to function properly. She put some short, and a t-shirt on and walked to the kitchen.

It was before 7, so she would not expect Chris to already be up, so she was surprised to see an already ready coffee waiting for her in a coffee machine. She looked around but no sign of the morning bird.

She poured herself some of that magical drink of Gods and started to look around the house. A nice, homey house in Sudbury, something that totally screamed 'Chris'.

The house was nice. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a great, big kitchen. Not to mention a gym and an inside pool. Which if she was being honest, was actually pretty tempting now. So she finished her coffee and went to change for a swimming suit. She always had one with her. Swimming was her getaway. And now she needed a big getaway.

**

He walked into the house, feeling his breathing slowing down finally. Having some time off filming didn't mean he could just stop exercising. He would be dead if his trainee found out about him being even a bit lazy.

He took water from the fridge and was about to go wake her up when he heard water flipping from the pool area. He smiled and walked there, stopping at the doors, looking at her swimming figure.

She used to swim at school. He remembered going to some of her competitions. But now it was different. She wasn't racing now, she was in peace. Arm to arm. Legs beautifully cooperating with the whole body. He leaned on the wall and smiled wider. He really did miss her.

He walked to the pool, took off his clothes, staying only in his boxers and slowly walked into the water, swimming to the lane she was using. He leaned on the wall of the pool and couldn't help but laugh when she bumped right into him, straightening with a shock.

"Chris! Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with you! Do you want to give me a heart attack" he couldn't help but laugh even harder, seeing her pissed expression? "I hate you!"

"I love you too!" He pulled her towards him, the laughing never stopped. She tensed immediately, feeling his toned chest pressed at her cheek. She swallowed hard and looked up into those beautiful blue eyes. "So, what made you swim so early in the morning?" He asked finally, sitting up on the wall. She bit her lip and took a dip breath.

"I hate seeing her like that, you know? This weak and distant. I'm scared that one day I will go see her and she will not recognise me, or..." she felt tears in her eyes and cursed herself for being so weak in front of him.

"Shhh, baby girl!" He whispered softly into her ear. He pulled her towards his chest and smoothed her back with his hand. "Listen, I can't promise you that everything will work out, but I do promise you I will be there for you. Always!" She bit her lip and hugged him back, letting the tears she had tried to hide for so long, fall.

**

They stood in front of her mother's hospital room. She was shaking inside, afraid to walk in. She pulsed feeling her hand coming into contact with his.

"Relax, sweety!" He smiled towards her and knocked softly on the door, opening them, hearing the woman's voice on the other side.

"Chris, honey you just visited..." the woman stopped and smiled happily seeing her daughter. "Emily, baby girl!" Em let go of the man's hand and hugged her mother, the same way she did when she was a child and had a nightmare. She didn't care about the tears or the shaking hands. "Baby it's so good to see you!" She pulled herself away from her mother and looked her up and down. She looked tired but it did not look as bad. Her voice was more stable than she remembered the last time, and not to mention her eyes shining again. She wasn't sure whether it was just today, but her mother did look promising.

"Here", she finally whispered, when Evans walked into the room, closing the doors behind him, and sat at the sit in the corner. "I promised to bring you one!" The woman grinned and opened the present, shivering like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh, it's beautiful, baby! But none of this!" She put the set away and patted on the free space near her on the bed. "I wanna know everything. Tell me how is my little girl doing?" And so she did. She said about all of her restaurants, the stupid short term relationships, her colleagues and a decision to move to Boston and her break from everything.

*

He was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, looking at the two women who meant the world to him. He knew Em could not always see her mother but always cared enough. That's why whenever he was in Boston, he came to visit. He and Monica were always close, due to his and Emily's friendship, but this couple of months have made them even closer.

He smiled involuntary, seeing his friend smile so brightly. Her little mental breakdown at the pool broke his heart, but seeing her happy now, made him a bit relaxed as well. He was grateful that her mother looked better today. It would not turn out good for Em to see her mother weak. Not today, not after the morning.

"I'll get some coffee", he finally chimed in, when the younger woman started to talk about one of her relationships. For some reason, he did not feel like listening to it. "I'll get you a triple espresso, Em", she chuckled and nodded. He knew of her little coffee addiction, and well if some caffeine made her happy, he would bring her all the coffee she wanted. "Mon... any water, or tea? I'll try and talk to the nurse about that cherry tea she had last time." The older woman laughed and nodded her head.

"Sure Chris... but don't use me to go and talk to the hot nurse! You're a big boy, don't need a bit of dating advice anymore."

"A hot nurse?" The younger asked, raising her brow at the man, who chuckled nervously. "Don't tell me Captain America has a nurse kink?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud, grabbing his left boob in a comical way. "If I knew I would wear my slutty Halloween nurse costume as my pyjama!" This time ber mother joined in and the whole room was laughing out loud.

"Maybe next time, shorty", he snickered winking at both of the women. "I'll go get your drink ladies."

"And a date for yourself!" Em shouted back before the door closed.

"You're still a better actor than he is" her mother joked, shaking her head in disbelief. "But you will never play me, kid".

"What are you talking about, mother?", she asked, blushing slightly. Her mother was the only one that knew about her stupid, teenage crush. She was also the one who bought her all those chocolates when Chris left for acting school.

"He is a good boy... hell he has become an amazing man. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way he looks at you."

"Mother, stop" she rolled her eyes at her mother, gossiping mode. Sometimes she would turn into a highschooler and spend her time gossiping about everything she could.

"I don't understand why you're jumping around each other. You have been friends since kids, been talking to each other since he left, I really don't understand, why..."

"Mother, please", she sighed deeply. "There is nothing between me and Chris. We are nothing but friends. My stupid crush was a teenage thing. We both have our own lives." She wasn't sure whether the forced tone was more for her own mother or herself. "Plus, I will never be a hot nurse, so..." she joked to end the conversation, but her mothers piercy look, left her unsure.

**

"Mandy, the hot nurse?" She joked when they were slowly coming back to his house. "Please, please tell me she's a redhead!" He laughed out loud, making her smirk. It was their inside joke. During one of the winter days when there was no electricity, they sat down in his room and listed girls' names and out the hair colour that matches their names, with, of course, some extra features.

"No, she has short, brown hair. And green eyes" he answered, opening the doors.

"So she's a cat? Omg Captain America and Cat woman!" He shook his head still laughing. "The war has become. Marvel vs DC! Oh, I can see the media and the fans freaking out!"

"Do you ever shut up, shorty?" He asked, smirk still present on his lips. She grinned and went to the fridge, taking out some beer and sat down on the couch, turning on to some Netflix. "Hmm, Netflix and chill?" He raised his brow at her, making her chuckle, taking a big sip of her beer.

"I don't remember the last time I did that!" She said jokingly, scanning through the list of potential movie winners.

"What? Netflix?" He asked, opening his own beer and taking a big sip.

"Sex" she smirked proudly, seeing him choke on his drink.

"Fuck Em. You did that on purpose, right?" She shrugged her shoulder innocently,  making him roll his eyes. "No, but seriously! How long?" She widened her eyes and opened her mouth to answer, but decided not to, so she just turned around and continued the research. "Oh, fuck no!" He leaned and took the remote away from her. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you drop it. You started it, and now you have to finish, sister." She bit her lip and looked at her bottle of beer, playing with it, to make her relax. "Come on, it's me. You can tell me everything." She looked up into his blue-green eyes and took a deep breath.

"Three" he raised his brow and huffed.

"Three months is not that big of a deal!"

"Three years", this time the beer did not stay inside. He cursed under his breath when the alcohol came back through his nose. "Thanks..." she hissed, wanting to get up, but was stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Wait, wait up! Sorry", he started, wiping his face clean. "You're shitting me, right? Three fucking years?!" She blushed and looked away. She didn't know why she felt so embarrassed and why was it so hard for her to talk about it with him. Out of all the people, it should be the easiest to talk to him... "how?"

"No... I'm not talking 'bout it completely sober!" She answered, finishing her beer and standing up to get another.

"It's three o'clock," he said, walking right behind her, to see her taking out tequila and orange juice. "Let's be at least a little bit responsible and order something to eat!"

"Ordering food? What about your Captain America diet?"

"Fuck the diet. I wanna know why my best friend hasn't get laid for three fucking years!"

NEXT

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Stray Kids

medical resdidents au

Bang Chan

He's the resident who's talking to patients even on his break and gives kids sweets to cheer them up when their parents aren't around. It's been his dream to be able to help others ever since he was a little kid, so no one was surprised when he announced that he wanted to become a doctor. He enjoys taking part in patients rehabilitation process a lot and makes sure to visit every one of them and talk about their improvements before he goes home. He really enjoys learning and takes his tasks very seriously, after all he's a hardworking perfectionist! Hes good at everything he does so he finds it hard to choose his field. It also doesn't help that all of the doctors would love to have him in their teams. He knows the importance of mental health as well so he makes sure all of his patients are at ease and tries not to overwork himself, tho he usually leaves the hospital last. He goes to parties to bond with the others but usually ends up leaving after a drink. It's important for him to have good results on his exams, tho he finds the hospital work more important than he's grades so he's not interested in being top of the class.

Woojin

Woojin is that annoying resident who's just naturally good at what he's doing even tho he doesn't put in the most effort. He wanted to have an important role in society so he chose to study in the medical field. He takes working on his shift extremely seriously and will 100% tell the guys he's paired with and the other residents in his year or below him to fuck off kindly leave if they can't take their job seriously. But he's really nice with all of the patients especially with the children! He has an assistant resident with him: Mr. Bear the plushie. He wants to become a pediatric surgeon (children's surgeon)! He works wonders with the children and the parents love him. He studies a lot and answers all of the doctors' and teachers questions (aka the teachers pet) and because of his ego he also likes to be praised and chosen as the example on how to do things right. But ego aside he will drop hints at the others and teaches them how to do things properly and not make so many mistakes! (helps them because he cares like a real tsundere)

Leeknow/Minho

He barely does any of the work since there's always a coven of students, residents, and nurses who are by his side and would do anything for him because he's so "dreamy". Won the secret voting of most handsome med student consecutively since his first year. Not that he's not capable at his work or studies! He does a great job at both but pretty much only puts in effort when he wants to get things done quickly so he goes into a room alone and does his paperwork. Other times he just enjoys the attention and let's his fanclub help him. Why wouldn't he? They're making his life easier! He was planning on becoming a vet for a long time but he had a change of heart when one of his friends got into a car accident. He excels under pressure and is thinking about working as a trauma surgeon. Many people are intimidated by him and his cold city guy character but he's an actual dork once he gets comfortable with someone.

Changbin

Changbin is the resident who arrives 10 to 20 minutes late almost every morning as a result of sleeping in because he was out there living his best life partying and drinking till 5am the night before. He arrives out of breath, hungover and generally just a hot mess. It's miraculous how he's never been caught by his superiors before and has managed to get away with being a mess. Tho he's able to pull himself together very well for the short time he spends with his patients. Thanks to his outgoing lifestyle pretty much everyone knows and likes him. It's not a party without him around! Coming from a richer household he was expected to become someone important and his decision to pursue a career in the medical field was extremely supported by his family. But since he spends most of his free time partying he barely has time for studying for his exams. Tho lady luck and some cheating seems to help him get pretty good grades without much studying and he's more than satisfied with that. He hasn't put too much thought into what he wants to specialize as. He believed when the time comes something will call his name and it will feel like the perfect fit!

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is the directors kid. They didnt need to pull too many strings to get him the residency at the hospital. Because of this he's a lil shit! Pushing everyone's buttons perfectly and he's favourite target is Changbin because he's always a hot mess after all those nights out. Gets away with not doing anything ever and lowkey everyone thinks he's really dumb and only got in because of his father, until they are paired with him and realize that he actually knows everything they need to. Tho he still wouldn't do any of the teamwork and would only say anything helpful or clever when a doctor comes to complain about their lack of progress. A. Lil. Shit. Still Changbin likes to sit next to him during exams cause he's the only smart guy who doesn't cover his answers (Seungmin and Woojin do not tolerate cheating) and god knows Changbin needs all the help he can get! He's passionate about being a doctor and never even thought of any other profession for his future. He wants to follow his father's footsteps and become a transplant surgeon and maybe even the director one day.

Han/Jisung

Jisung is a transfer kid. Nobody knows much about him, his family or his past studies. He'll be at every gathering, drinking the most and being the loudest fucker, probably also going home last as well. Yet he's in the hospital right on time everyday drinking his coffee and doing paperwork like the night before that never even happened. Changbin is secretly jealous at him for being perfectly composed and professional all the time. He's not a show off tho, but always answers every question perfectly without having to think about it twice. Many doctors favor him and he was the first resident of his year who was allowed to help at an operation. He's thinking of becoming a cardiac surgeon and definitely has the talent for it! He's mysteriously good at everything but no one bothers asking too many questions because he'll most likely just joke about it and change the subject. Still most people like him since he's always the life of the party.

Seungmin

Seungmin is the guy who got into the best university and prestigious hospital because he studied his ass off. His dream is to become a well known neurosurgeon and to make his parents proud so he takes everything super seriously! While others are out there getting drunk and doing dumb stuff he's at his room memorizing symptoms and reading about special cases while getting angry at his roommate for being too loud. He is the top of his class and is determined to keep it that way. Of course he enjoys having the best grade but he genuinely enjoys reading about all kinds of diseases and how to treat them, it's his way of understanding the world better. Even the doctors are surprised at the specific things he knows sometimes. He feels like the nights out are just wasting his time and doesn't go to almost any of them. But he's not all that antisocial, he secretly loves hanging out with the others during lunch, even though he acts like they're getting on his last nerve. Because of his vast knowledge he finds something to talk about with everyone.

Felix & Jeongin

Felix and Jeongin are 2 childhood friends, both from medical families. Their parents are all also doctors and best friends so they pretty much grew up together in a hospital, and even though they always had a choice to become anything else they made a promise to each other when they were 5 and 4 that they'd work as surgeons at the same hospital just like their parents do. After highschool Felix spent a year traveling to far away relatives so he could start uni at the same time as Jeongin. Because they spent most of their youth in the hospital they already know a crazy amount more than even most residents in other years do without even having to think about them twice. Because of this they're rarely ever stressed and are always out their doing dumb stuff together and just having fun even at hospital. Thay have a relaxed and composed aura to them so the patients love them! They're also at parties a lot just enjoying themselves and chilling instead of going crazy. Felix has shown interest in becoming an orthopedic surgeon for a while, he also finds being a neurosurgeon like both of his parents (they're a power couple like that) would be too stressful. Jeongin is planning to become a general surgeon like his mother. Both have great grades but Changbin doesn't like to sit next to them as they tend to finish a good half an hour before everyone else and are out of there in a blink of an eye. They're like brothers and both of their parents see the other kid as their own. They're planning on moving in together once they finish their residency.

[drstrangefangirl8900]

My Internship Blues(Ironstrange)

Dr.Anthony Stark newly pass out from Columbia Medschool, gifted, cheerful and a ball of adorableness is placed under Dr Strange's guidance with 4 others. Can the survive Intership under the strict ,stoic Dr Strange? Especially when he won't take an "I don't know sir" or even one wrong answer? Or is it the fact that Tony has a huge crush on him making this thing more difficult?

Chapter 1

Day 1:

" and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.

and above all I pledge to do no Harm"

*alarm rings* -chhirrrrrr chirrrrrr Tony bangs his hand here and there to stop it "shut up"....chirrrrrr "shut it" .... suddenly jolts up from bed .."shit shit shit..... first day of work"...

he tries to hurry down bed , slips and lands on his face ungracefully..." owwwww wu Wu"

. He somehow manages to put on his clothes on time after a quick shower... takes his stethoscope... blows a kiss at the magazine page sticking to his wall where there's an image of a sharp looking man holding some award and there a heading 'Strange technique of Laminectomy'. He gets in the car & speeds to the hospital.

"Metro General Hospital ,here I come"

*music starts on the DVD player in the car - Baby I'm bad news, bad news ,bad news*

Tony joins his team..he gives the notice a read

Dr Natasha Romanoff (Resident) in charge of team -

1.Dr.Anthony Stark

2.Dr.James Barnes

3.Dr.James Rodhes

4.Dr.Lucas Odinson

5.Dr.Steven Rogers

Rhodhey was Tony's highschool best friend.. they connected easily... he went into the locker room... it smelled of phenyl and coffee..

"Tony? why you so late man? Did you seriously sleep late in the first day of Intership? " Rhodhey asked

"Hey, don't go on attacking me like that .... did the resident meet you already?" Tony enquired

"No... and she's not coming.. they're on sick leave, they'll inform us when they us a guide ... we been asked to wait.... also one of our members are not joining they broke their arm, come on meet the team" Rhodhey took him to the other two men

"Hi, I'm Steve, I did my degree from St.Haspet Medical school" said the blond with a smile

"The names' Lucas, but call me Loki, I'm from John Hopkins" the tall pale doctor said while shaking hands with Tony.

"Tony....Tony Stark, I'm from Columbia Medschool" Tony smiled at them.

"wow, impressive... you're an Ivy Leaguer then"

before they could continue an old resident came in with a chart

" Stark, Rhodes,Rogers, Odinson.... gather up people.. you're resident's on a leave, so you'll be put under an Attending.. go to the reception.. you'll find Dr.Stephen Vincent Strange there... he'll be your guide for the day...and if you're lucky or maybe unlucky for the entire of 4 months... till Dr Romanoff returns" the old Resident let out a breath..."Good luck kids, you'll need it"

Tony had he's mouth on the ground... he was gaping that much... did the Dr just say they were under Dr Stephen Strange? for real?

"Tony come on let's go... oh close your mouth!" Rhodhey yelled ..Tony hurried behind them

"Did he really say Dr Strange?"asked Tony

"I know right, the guy's a legend" replied Loki

"Who's Dr Strange?"asked Steve

Loki &Tony gave him the most nasty look

"Where were you living? under a rock?" said Loki

"Dude, he invented the Strange technique of Laminectomy, his research paper on infusing cancerous cells for spinal regeneration could be the next era defining discovery." explained Tony

"He won the Harper Avery Award 2years back, also got himself a position in the Neurological Society" carried on Rhodhey

"So I didn't know about one Dr" Steve started...

"He's not just one guy...he's decade's face of medicine " Tony went a little too impulsive

"Sounds like someone has an out-of-reach crush" Loki teased

Tony suddenly went red... but before he could snark back

"Oh please! he worships Dr Strange.. he has his posters in his room..." commented Rhodhey...Tony wanted to low-key kill his best friend for passing that comment as Rogers and Odinson laughed softly.

They reached the reception, And Tony felt his heart race as he saw his idol.

Dr Stephen was there in dark blue scrubs and white coat leaning on the nurses table with a cup of Espresso in his left hand, took a sip of the coffee as he said something to the nurse, and she giggled.. while he remained expressionless.

He saw his interns approaching him and stood up straight, before he could saw anything.

"Hello Sir, I'm Anthony Stark but everyone calls me Tony, I'm excited to work under you" the person who was invading his personal space was also offering a hand to him, he was short with Chestnut hair and brown eyes...and his voice was too giggly... Stephen if he was not Stephen would have said it was cute... but him being Stephen.. he was annoyed to the other end of the world(maybe he did think it was cute.. it annoyed him even more).

He graceful shifted his gaze to the others and with a very unimpressed expression said " I've 5 rules, memorize them.." gaze shifting back to Tony "don't try to suck it up , I hate you all already & that's not gonna change"

Stephen picked up a paper from the nurse's table while Loki whispered to Rhodhey"I think Tony's out of reach crush, just crushed him" Meanwhile Tony retracted back his offered hand and was red in the cheeks, he was never this embarrassed before..."what an ass, oops did I actually think that about Dr Strange? noooo... maybe he's just tired... it maybe I shouldn't have just jumped infront of him.. he must be a nice guy.. oh so dreamy"

Stephen continued after passing Lucas the phone list..."Trauma protocol, pagers *points to the table* phone lists*points to the paper* nurses will page you.. you answer every page with a run...A RUN that's rule 2. Follow me"

the interns hop skipped to keep up with Stephen's long strides "your first shift starts now, last 18hours .. your interns ,grunts, nobodies, at the bottom of the surgical food chain, you write orders, run labs, do patient workups, sign papers, help me in diagnosis which I don't need from rookies but you have to learn.. you work day and night until you drop and DO NOT COMPLAIN" they go into the on-call-rooms "On call rooms Attendings hog them, sleep wherever you can, whenever you can , that brings me to rule no 3 , if I'm sleeping, DON'T wake me up unless a patient is actually dying"

"Rule 4 the dying patient better not be dead when I get there ;not only would you have killed the patient but you would have also woken me up for no good reason. Any questions?"

Tony raised his hand. "Yes!"

"You said there's five, that was only four" Tony said softly he wasn't trying to get the Dr more pissed , he really wasn't.

Stephen opened his mouth but his pager beeped "Rule no 5 , I move you move, let's go" they ran after Stephen as he rushed to the other side of the hospital ... it was going to be a busy day.

This story will continue and I want to thank @ironstrange-is-the-endgame for helping with the ideas

[plasticoveredfurniture]

inktober d2: mindless

I apologise in advance for this shitshow, it was written as I was sitting on the sidewalk in between lectures and I barely managed not to cry in public.

pairing: jihope

words: 832

tags: angst, mcd, homophobia, terminal illness

Everything was just so natural. They gravitated towards each other as if they were two parts of a whole.

Maybe it was the way they both came alive through dance. Maybe it was the way they came alive when with one another.

But for them, loving each other was mindless. They didn't care why or how. Nor did they care about the consequences.

They were in love, and that was all they cared about.

But not everyone shared the same view. And they shouldn't have been so mindless. They didn't live in a world that allowed it. Not for people like them.

The first time they learned this lesson Jimin was 13. He had just moved to Seoul from Busan after being accepted into the best performing arts school. They met in the dance studio, both staying after hours to practice and perfect their moves which never felt quite right. Falling into one another was inevitable after that. They spent time together every chance they got. Chatting and studying during breaks, and dancing after school. It was during Chuseok that it happened. Neither of them could afford to go back to their families for the holiday, so they stayed and danced and studied and danced some more. One evening, after finally getting a new choreography, created by Hoseok himself, perfectly right and completely in sync, it happened. They were smiling and cheering and laughing and hugging and then silence. They were so close. Jimin could feel Hoseok's breath hit his lips, could count the tiny freckles scattered around hi face. And, mindless as they were, they both leaned in. The kiss wasn't magical. No fireworks, no sparks. It was natural. But the janitor didn't agree. You see, they were so caught up in each other that they didn't notice the door opening and only realised someone else was in the room when they heard the man's disgusted insults.

To them, it was natural. To him, it was a sin.

The second time they learned was two weeks later. The principal had called them in. According to him too, two boys shouldn't be kissing and decided to notify their parents. And their families weren't as supportive as one might have hoped. So, they were both sent to different schools.

Fortunately, they were both gifted with cell phones the moment they left their hometowns and managed to exchange numbers before being sent away.

And once again, they gravitated towards each other's presence. Naturally.

Despite the distance, they still talked every day but made sure not to bring up the other's name when talking to their moms or dads.

When Hoseok graduated highschool, he got in SNU and one year later Jimin followed his footsteps.

And everything fell back into place. But even though they had grown, the way they loved each other was still reckless. They didn't understand why people stopped talking to them after they held hands on a night out, or when their hugs lasted a little too long. But one thing remained unvaried in every single way, their bond.

The nth time they learned was after their parents visited them in Seoul. They decided to move in together and the next logical step was letting their families know about their relationship. Needless to say, it didn't go quite as planned. Both sets of parents weren't pleased to hear the other's name again after so many years. And definitely not in that context. Both families started arguing as soon as they met, but there was one thing they agreed on. They wouldn't speak to their son for as long as he was associated with “that boy”.

The pain, at first, was unbearable. They were there for each other and had someone who could understand the pain they felt, but nothing really helped. Except for time. They pain never really went away, but it simmered down to an uncomfortable void somewhere in their chests that nothing could ever fill. They got used to it.

The last time the both of them learned was when Jimin was hospitalised after a particularly bad cold which evolved into a case of pneumonia that just wouldn't go away. It was also their first time learning about HIV. They were, after all, mindless. And they kept loving each other in the same gut wrenching, mindless way until the very end. And beyond. Even after Jimin exhaled his last breath with a not-as-sick Hoseok by his side, their love never withered. It didn't even as Hoseok himself was slowly fading away. On his last day in hospital, Hoseok talked his nurse's ear off and told her all about his Jiminie.

From that very first kiss in their high school dance studio to their parents leaving, from them opening their own dance academy for kids who couldn't afford lessons to their small “wedding” with only them as attendees, from the diagnoses to Jimin passing. And the whole time he couldn't help but think that he wouldn't have changed a thing.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Get Your Head in the Game

Archie Andrews x Reader

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Requested by anon: Could you do an Archie x reader where the reader plays soccer and it’s her last game, and Archie and the whole crew are there (Except her parents, bc she doesn’t have any and has kinda been living on her own, but Fred is there and he’s like a dad to her) and she gets hurt really badly, and has to be rushed to the hospital… when she wakes up they tell her she won’t be able to play soccer again, and she’s really upset bc she based her whole life around soccer, and then some Archie fluff???

Note: I’m so sorry that requests have been taking so long for me to respond to! I’m so glad that you requested this and I really hope that you enjoy the outcome. Also, I say this a lot, I don’t know a ton about soccer (I’m a swimmer myself) so if I get any technicalities wrong, my apologies. (P.S. Sorry this isn’t very long. I hope I got everything you wanted!)

The crowd roared as you took the shot at the goal, the ball soaring into the net. You turned your gaze to the head of red hair in the stands. Archie cheered your name, Mr. Andrews helping him hold a sign that read your jersey number; 24. Veronica and Betty were next to them, Betty having dragged Jughead to the tournament. He was writing notes that would eventually go into the school paper. Riverdale was up three to none and the other team was getting pissed.

Part of you wished that your parents could have been there. They had both died when you were really little in a car accident. Mr. Andrews had always been the closest thing you had had to a parent since. When you started dating Archie, everything seemed perfect; you had the family you had always wanted, you had a loving and frankly adorable boyfriend, and you were getting closer and closer to a soccer scholarship.

The ball shot down the field and you rushed after the girl in possession. You were so focused on the ball, you didn’t see the other girl barreling towards you, knocking straight into your side, sending you both to the ground. As you landed, your head hit the ground. Hard. As she landed, her knee came crushing down on your ankle and the loud snap mixed with your cry of pain.

Your vision blurred with tears and shapes of people rushed onto the field towards you, one of them have astonishingly red hair.

“Y/N!” Archie yelled, kneeling down next to you, Fred crouching next to him. The paramedic lightly touched your ankle and you screamed.

“It hurts, Archie.” You whimpered. He grabbed your hand and kissed the tips of your fingers.

“It’s definitely broken.” The paramedic sighed. She waved a bright light in front of your eyes. “And she has a concussion. Let’s go.” Archie slipped his arms under you and scooped you up, his big, brown, puppy dog eyes staring at you with worry. The pounding in your head started becoming unbearable and the edges of your vision went black until that was all you could see.

Sounds of the hospital made your head pound even more. Your ankle was being held up by one of those suspending thingys and a nurse was bustling around the room. Archie and Mr. Andrews sat in the chairs across from you. His head perked up when he saw that you were awake.

“Hey,” He greeted softly, immediately appearing by your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great.” You groaned, trying to sit up. Mr. Andrews stood next to his son.

“The doctor said that you had a severe concussion and…” He paused, uncertain of what he was going to say. This made you nervous.

“And what?”

“Your ankle basically shattered.” He sighed. Your face went pale.

“B-but they can- they can fix it, right?” Archie placed a hand on yours, his expression apologetic. Mr. Andrews blew out a breath.

“They can fix it. You’ll be walking again in no time, I promise.” His eyes fell upon your folded up soccer jersey lying on the small table next to you. “But the doctor said it will take a while for you to start playing again.” Your brows furrowed together with concern.

“How long?”

“It was an extremely severe break, and you ankle broke in multiple different places so they said that the healing process will take a while.” He explained.

“How long, Mr. Andrews?” You said, your nerves making you impatient.

“Two to four years.”

“What!” You exclaimed, now sitting upright. Or as upright as you could with your leg suspended in the air. “Two to four years? I’ll be out of highschool by then!” Tears leaped to your eyes. Everything you had worked for; gone. Your soccer scholarship, your team captain status, everything shattered along with your ankle.

Soccer was the only thing getting you to college. Sure, your grades were good, but they were average. Your grandmother didn’t have a lot of money, so soccer has been your shot at getting into a good school. Now it just wasn’t an option? Mr. Andrews put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I know that it’s going to seem like your life is over, Y/N. But you are one of the toughest kids that I know. You’re going to pull through this.” He started towards the door. “I’m gonna go talk to the doctor, Arch will keep you company.” As he left, you lifted your hand to wipe away the tears that were pouring onto your cheeks.

“Hey,” Archie started, “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t know, Archie.” You sighed. “Soccer is my life. It’s all that I have and now I can’t even play anymore.” His hand lightly brushed against your face, his palm resting on your cheek.

“It isn’t all that you have.” He leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on your forehead. “You have me.” He picked up a giant goody-basket from the ground, a ‘Get Well Soon’ Balloon floating above it. “And you have Betty and Veronica, who sent you an emergency movie kit; including popcorn, Red Vines, Reese’s, Dr. Pepper and, of course,” He held up the movie case, “Some Like it Hot.” You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. They really were the best friends you could ask for. “And the only reason they aren’t here right now is because they’re buying you the biggest ice cream sundae you have ever seen.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.” You snickered. “When I sprained my wrist last year, Betty carried my books around for an entire month.” The two of you laughed and you started to feel a little better. But Archie could tell there was something on your mind still.

“Everything is going to be fine, Y/N. We’re all here for you. No matter what.”

“It’s just…” You blushed. “I thought that maybe if I wasn’t able to be all sporty and fun like I was, you wouldn’t…” You’re thoughts trailed off.

“Wouldn’t love you anymore?” Archie gasped. “Y/N, that’s ridiculous. I am in love with you. Not soccer. Sure it was nice saying “That’s my girlfriend who just made that awesome pass,” but I love saying “That’s my girlfriend” more.” He grinned and you pulled him in for a kiss.

“Ah ah ah.” Veronica interjected as she and Betty barged through the hospital door, smuggling a bowl spilling over with ice cream and little oreo pieces and hot fudge. “No smootch fests before the girl gets her ice cream. Backup red-headed Romeo.”  

Archie laughed and sat back in his chair, still holding onto your hand as Betty set the bowl down in front of you. Mr. Andrews returned with a giant stuffed bear and you couldn’t help the happy tears from falling down your face.

“I love you guys so much.” You exclaimed, stuffing a big scoop of ice cream into your mouth. Archie stole the cherry from the top, though you didn’t mind. You were too happy to even pretend to be mad.

[mothfloofs]

Have you ever made a stroll on a dirt road close to a river after getting chased down after school?Maybe you didn’t but this blonde boy surely did as he carried his skateboard down the in bushes covered road.Kicking little rocks away every now and then and chewing on his buiscuit as he did so.If you see him,you‘d think he‘s pretty plain,baggy shirt and jeans,blonde undercut hair ,a septum piercing and keeping a rather stern or even stoic look on his face while still looking rather handsome.On another glance you‘ll see that there’s a trace of black paint on the bottom side of his skateboard,reading ‚Robin A.‘ in red paint on top of the black.Robin huffed and kept walking down the road,eventually managing to eat up his buiscuit.A loud growling sound could be heard coming from the sky,dark clouds starting to form together and giving his walk a rather gloomy atmosphere.‘It‘s gonna start raining soon....‘the blonde boy thought ‚I‘m not sure if I can reach home in time without getting caught in the rain..‘He sighed and stopped walking for a moment,he had been trying to get away from his new bullies for an hour before finally managing to shake them off.Unfortunately he picked roads he didn’t knew much yet and now he‘s struggling to find the way back home.‘Do I keep going the way the river goes or do I try to head back?‘He furrowed his brows at the last part.‘If I follow the river I‘ll risk getting lost completely...if I go back..these idiots might be waiting for me..“He paused for a moment and thought,another loud thunder could be heard,followed by a few smaller ones.Robin glanced up at the sky for a moment and sighed.He decided on going back to where he shook these guys off.He turned around and head back,the thunder being the only sound to be heard by now.‘Why are they chasing me anyway?Calling me murder boy...even though I didn’t kill him...‘He thought and looked rather miffed.‘These jocks...not minding my ass before it happened ...and now they heard a lie told by the news causing them to run wild after me...just like predators...‘Robin started getting lost in his thoughts as he walked,getting more annoyed at the bullies.‘If I wouldn’t have such a bad reputation now I‘d kick these guys asses in no time!‘he growled and angrily kicked a rock into the bushes,keeping his hands in his pockets as he did so and keeping on walking.A few minutes later he arrived back where he saw the jocks last:the entrance to the river at a small unused shed.He checked if any of them where close by and made his way back into the street.Robin said he would kick their asses but only if his reputation wouldn’t be that bad..besides he didn’t feel like it mentally anyway.He was still upset over the cause of the incident.The ‚murder‘ of Mr.Wallace as the media refered to.If it were for Robin,he‘d clear some stuff up about that said murder.It surely wasn’t a murder since Mr.Wallace was still alive.You could even go ask him!He‘s currently located in the local hospital at the ICU.Robin knows since his uncle worked there as nurse and also because the police needed to talk to Mr.Wallace regarding the case.He surely is in a bad shape but not dead but of course the local news would twist the truth a little to make it more ‚interesting‘.Robin got more angry about the fact he‘s getting sued all because of a dirty lie but he can’t do much about it.He‘s only 17 after all.The only thing he can hope for is that people will forget that incident over time.‘Maybe I shouldn’t have done it...‘he thought ‚maybe I got too aggressive to what he did to-‚

„GUYS LOOK!MURDER BOY!“a young male voice exclaimed.

Robin looked up and raised his brows turning back around and seeing a guy in a highschool jacket.It was one of the jocks!These assholes won’t leave him alone ever,will they?Robin furrowed his brows and slowly started running,holding tightly onto his skateboard.

One of the jocks pointed over at Robin and shouted „He‘s gonna escape again!Let‘s go get him and show him!“He said and the other three started running after Robin.

Robin huffed and kept running,groaning to himself since he didn’t wanna run again.He paused and slammed his skateboard onto the ground.The idea he had was rather dangerous but honestly dying would be much better than getting beaten up by those assholes.He made a quick hop onto the skateboard and shoved himself in movement with one leg as much as he could,repeating a few times until he felt his hair get blown away due to the speed and swerving onto the highway.He grins and turned around,the predators chasing him getting smaller since they’re far away and also wouldn’t be stupid enough to chase him onto the highway.He laughed to himself and kept skating down the highway,skating past the upcoming cars as they honked at him.Soon he arrived at the street,only almost getting hit by a car.A loud thunder could be heard and Robin twitched a bit,looking up while skating on his skateboard and soon feeling raindrops on his skin,followed by a lightning.He raised his brows and stopped skating in front of a alleyway having a bunch of trash containers.He picked up his skateboard and and walked into the alleyway,sitting down against the wall and thinking about the way back home.Sure,He is back in town but hell was it confusing to walk here.He would struggle to find back home until midnight or later,so he had to think carefully.He groaned and leaned his head against the wall.‘if this would be Denmark I would know my way around....why did my dad need to accept the job offer here anyway?City of Angels my ass.‘he thought and ran his hands through his hair,thinking and only being interrupted by thunder and lightning,his clothes slowly but surely getting soaked wet.Time went on and he still had to figure out a way.He kept peeking out trying to make out the street names but with no luck.He didn’t had his phone anymore to call his parents either.Those jocks broke it at school already and he didn’t get to tell his mom or dad either.He could ask somebody passing by but at that hour already,they‘d mostly be drunk and wouldn’t be much of use.“For gods sake!I wanna go home!My clothes are completely drenched and I‘m starting to get tired and hungry...“He whines an rubs his eyes,about to cry before he got startled by a rustling sound behind the containers.He paused and listened out,maybe just a homeless person?He waited a bit and could make out some kind of sniffling sounds.Crying?Someone was coughing.Maybe they‘re sick?A light groaning could be heard,it sounded pretty young.Around Robin’s age or younger.Robin furrowed his brows.‘What‘s a kid doing here at this hour especially behind containers?He turned around and slowly walked up to the sound.If it is a kid then they‘ll need help..if it’s a homeless person then well...It sounds rude but Robin would definitely go away.He got close to the container and slowly peeked behind it,his eyes widened at what he saw...

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[president-coriolanus-snow]

I got tagged by @lillymoid

The rules: answer the questions, add 10 more, and then tag some people

1. What’s one thing you wish people understood more in general?

Acceptance of others sexuality and gender freedom.

2. Were you ever ashamed of disliking something everyone else seemed to like?

I disliked anime when I was in highschool and I hated not being one of the "cool kids" like all my friends were. I couldn't join in the conversations because I had no interest in it even though I tried. Funny enough, I love anime now.

3. What songs describe you?

Basically anything by KoRn.

4. What things do you find strange?

People who demand respect, but give none.

5. Did any famous people have a positive impact in your life?

Alan Oppenheimer. I had the oppertunity to meet him 3 years ago, and it was the greatest moment of my life. I don't think I'd be here if it weren't for one of the characters he played.

6. Do you like any female characters in mainstream media?

Nyota Uhura ... Hands down. No Compatition.

7. Who did you last apologize to?

My mom, even though I really don't feel she deserved it and she should really have been apologizing to me.

8. What are you confused about?

Humans. Humans confuse me.

9. What crime have you considered committing?

Murder. I'd never do that though. I can't even insult someone without feeling guilty.

10. What’s your idea of hell?

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

11. What’s your idea of heaven?

I don't believe in heaven. But I joke that when I die, I'm going to wake up and get my Hogwarts letter. I'm going to the wizarding world.

12. What is one thing you would say every day if you knew everyone would hear you?

Hi.

13. Favorite memory

Meeting Alan Oppenheimer, and the midnight release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2, the audiance made it a very memorable occassion.

14. Earliest childhood memory

This I actually find a rather tricky question, since you never really remember anything in perfect detail. Details can be mixed up with other memories, and even fabricated through things you thought happened. I also have childhood amnesia until rather late in my life, I barely remember anything prior to 9 years old. My earliest though is probably when I was 6, a girl in our apartment building was walking me to school and she was walking ahead of me not paying attention and I got annoyed, so I stopped and sat down against a fence until she was half way down the block and realized I wasn't with her.

15. What animal do you think protects you from the spirit world.

I don't really think animals protect you from the spirit world, but I definitely think my cats are looking out for me even if they hate me most of the time cause they're ass holes. I had 5 cats, and 3 days prior to me ending up in the hospital they all took turns laying at my door and meowing, like they knew something was wrong. They never did that before, or since.

My questions.

16. Do you believe in fate?

I believe that things happen for a reason. When I ended up in the hospital 2 years ago, there were a lot of things that happened that don't usually happen that landed me getting the help that I needed. For example, my mom never looks at her cell phone in the morning, she usually checks it when she gets to work. I texted her when she woke up to come downstairs, and she saw the message and came down and was able to call me an ambulance. Then at the hospital they sent me for test after test after test, and they were going to stop testing me over night and test me again in the morning. A nurse who wasn't even supposed to be there, talked them into testing me one more time before the end of the night even though it meant extending her shift a bit, and the next thing you know a surgeon is being called in from his holiday and I'm being rushed in for surgery because my galbladder was very close to rupturing. Had that not happened, I would have likely died.

17. If you were a fictional character, who would you be?

Probably baby Groot. I'm short, adorable, kind of stupid, and if you fuck with my family I'll kill ya.

18. What is one talent you have that you don't actually think you have?

Writing. I think I'm rubbish at it, but apparently I'm good at it? Maybe. I've been told.

19. Coffee or tea? 

White hot chocolate with a chai tea bag.

20. Current favourite ship. 

Spock/Nyota Snape/Hermione

Who to tag? @squeebers42 @snapes-many-buttons