#and then three minutes later im like Hospital

[xxplastic-cubexx]

im not exaggerating when i say ive been staring at your newest twitter art for the past twenty minutes. i feel ill Why can i hear them

the thigh size difference, the codpiece, charles drooling and Shaking that man is Gone, mags' smug smile and uh. his uhm . Hes HUGE..... charles How do you take that thing and live to tell the tale... and mags' lil speech bubble, what filth could he be sayin..... much to think about, i think i hauve covid, THEY LOOK SO GOOD, apologies to your bro's sneakers but i for one am very happy with this outcome :3 as always thank you so much for your service 🫡🫡

thank you for the review on my doodles today!!!!! i looked deep into my soul and let it do the rest......

[dismalzelenka]

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[laughing-taffy]

HI! IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE BUT IM WORKING ON A AU!! Here's my first three designs (aka main cast ofc) It's called Serial Killer au for now I dont rrlly have a real name for it

close ups + info of the three below!!

GABRIEL He's a detective in this au!! The station he works at is run by mostly angels He came into a small town for multiple cases of missing persons!! This au is sort of a Sherlock Holmes situation so it's mostly based in 1900s-1920s :]]

V2 Was originally mistaken for the killer, but his charges were dropped and ended up joining Gabriel to look for the killer (for revenge of course) They used to steal (many things) for money since they're basically a street rat. He dumpster dives too lol

V1 The main cause of all those missing husks(which will eventually go to machines). They were originally working at a hospital and got addicted to fresh blood instead of the pre bagged ones. When they got fired, they resorted to killing for fresh blood.

They like to drop off the body of the victim exactly where they kidnapped them at, and also keep them alive for as long as possible for a blood source. V2 used to work at the hospital with them but they stopped speaking to each other after V2 confronted them about their blood addiction. V2 was only there to steal medicine and other hospital supplies but blood never. I'll probably draw more and talk more about this au, dropping more character designs later too!!

[spxdyr]

im going to try to be nice because bucktommy's are going to inevitably see this and im not trying to start shit.

i'm seeing a lot of confused bucktommy's about the breakup. claiming it was a last minute decision, it was because lou didn't want to keep dealing with it (wtv that means), that it makes no since because of 8x05, and a lot of other spiraling bs.

i even saw someone say that buddie is never going to happen because oliver said eddie is straight...

i'm going to break this down as clearly as i can, because i've historically had issues with bt's and comprehension skills.

1. the bucktommy breakup was inevitable from the moment they got together. if for no other reason than tommy himself. from the beginning of their relationship, tommy has decided if buck was ready. not buck. tommy left buck standing on the side of the road aftet their first date because tommy decided he wasn't ready. because buck was nervous to come out to his best friend in public. tommy decided that buck would break his heart and that he wouldn't be buck's last. tommy came into that relationship assuming it would end. not buck, and not the audience. we were just picking up on what tommy was telling us. especially, given the fact that buck was fully ready and able to move past the abby clark of it all. tommy was a bad partner to buck, that's why they broke up.

2. i said this after 8x05, it wouldn't have made since to give us an on screen breakup if the only thing we saw of tommy was the thirty second birthday scene in 8x01. 9-1-1 loves a three ep arc and buck's side of whatever realization he might have started on 8x05. we needed to see more of tommy so it made sense when he broke up with buck. throughout all of 8x05, we saw the seeds of doubt being sowed in tommy. from the hospital scene after denny, to the closing one, tommy realized he didn't fit or at least wouldn't for long. because he never got that built-in family. he doesn't trust/believe that anyone would have his back like that. and he made that choice all on his own.

3. lfj is fine. he's a mulit-million dollar nepo baby. one whose been callled out for negative past behaviors and some people consider that bullying. lfj knew how long he was going to be on the show when he signed the contract to come back. the networks choice not to renew that contract had nothing to do with buddie stans. his storyline was over.

4. i can't even be confident that he's gone. there was a lot of stuff left unsaid or moved past too quickly. now 9-1-1 has a history of bad writing in that regard but they also have a habit of dropping things to only come back to them episodes or even seasons later. if he's really gone well thank god, but if he's not im not totally shocked.

5. i don't know how many times i have to say this. if eddie is gay or bi or demi or wtv, the cast wouldn't be able to say so because it would be a MAJOR spoiler. does no one remember andrew garfield and tom holland lying their asses off about spiderman ffh??? actors are liars, its like the whole bit. buck was straight until he wasn't. let's stop being dense and accept that maybe they aren't telling us everything because that would the defeat the purpose of the show.

look at this point im not just in this for buddie. im in this for an eddie that gets to be unapologetically himself. and im going to emphasize one more time how dangerous and disrespectful it is to force eddie back into the proverbial closet because it doesn't fit your ship.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share. 

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing. 

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies. 

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?" 

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?" 

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug. 

"You know which one?" 

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time." 

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it." 

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?" 

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going," 

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya," 

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard. 

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child," 

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you. 

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?" 

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said. 

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?" 

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought. 

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?" 

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?" 

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old," 

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!" 

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso. 

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more. 

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while," 

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more. 

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something," 

"Wow, you're old." 

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!" 

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?" 

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer. 

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor. 

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out." 

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up. 

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language," 

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes. 

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." 

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults," 

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face. 

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest. 

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you," 

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you." 

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,” 

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?" 

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay." 

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly. 

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head. 

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile. 

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes. 

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly. 

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes. 

"See you later Texas," 

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air. 

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,” 

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

[poeticamethyst]

Cobra Kai Kiaz moments that I noticed in season 6 part 2 : im a little sleepy now so this list may be updated and quoted later but anyways you have been warned that this is a spoiler post

Within the first five minutes Miguel clearly wanted to share a room with Robby. Not to mention that look he gave him when he came out of the shower later on. 🤭🌚

Miguel notices Robby leaving the hotel room, paying special attention to him- as if he wasn’t already when he kept calling Robby’s name as the bet was being made with Kwon beforehand.

Miguel “shows how it’s done” in the tournament but really I think it was to impress Robby and motivate him, not to try and show he’s “better” then Robby- especially with that leadership pep talk he gave him which is a whole other moment that proves my point- “you not being a leader is bullshit”

Miguel STOOD UP TO JOHNNY LIKE IN SEASON THREE! I NEEDED MORE OF THAT! “You’ll probably find a way to make things worse at the hospital too. Just how you couldn’t walk to the hospital when Robby was born, huh? No wonder Robby’s so messed up.” Something along those lines

Miguel immediately asking Robby what was going on when he was gone, I just wanted them to kiss right there as keenry seemed to be over (even if it was sad miscommunication) and I think they could have if Miguel had the wrong idea with axel. But ofc I loved he believed Sam but axel lowkey seems psycho lol it was giving Yandere but ANYWAY I did ship saxel at the beach when I saw them! Enough yapping now

Miguel’s voice echoing in Robby’s head before he tapped Kenny in saying “lead and we’ll follow” was so gosh darn beautiful and romantic, for the first time we see Miggy be a positive light in Robby’s head!

At the brawl they end up feeling each others backs and turn around and nod before kicking ass together! 🥺🥹

Miguel called the binary brothers (or boyfriends) his brothers and NOT Robby- but agreed they were all family hehe. Robby’s just not his ‘brother’. 🌚

I don’t know why, but that little conversation “maybe you should take your own advice” “you got something to say?” “I’ve already said it” in the locker room hit hard- I got the sense Miguel was jealous of Tory but also really wanted Robby to succeed and was worried all at once. Robby definitely noticed and took every word Miguel said to heart and that’s why he has a conflicted look on his face when Miguel leaves also mad at Johnny. Just AGH I love them

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im gonna be honest, I keep rereading pt 3 and 4 of the slasher handler and fantasising about how incredibly sexy it would be if kyle acquired a handler of his own by accident or on purpose and he finally understands simon's obsession now 😵‍💫

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Kyle and Simon aren't friends, per se. They only met through Johnny, because Johnny is sloppy and impulsive and never knows how to clean up his own messes. It's offensive to Kyle's meticulous nature and, apparently, appeals to Simon's need for a pet.

Since Johnny's been serving time for the last nine months, with nine months to go (sloppy work, he's lucky Kyle was able to clean things up), Simon's gone to ground. Every now and then, news of his work pops up. Once, one of the victims had ended up at the hospital Kyle works at.

"The Ghost Killer strikes again! Ah...! Run...!" Kyle had muttered to himself, taking the unconscious young man's rapidly fading vitals. They'd found him in an abandoned building, an old hospital well outside of Simon's usual territory. Which means something has changed.

That evening, sipping a beer, he'd called Price on his burner.

"What can I do for you, Kyle?"

"Just letting you know that your dog is out of the yard. The big one, not the terrier," Kyle answers with a smile. "He left behind a bit of a mess, but there was only one little rabbit left suffering. I handled it."

Price had hummed on the other end. "I saw the news. 'S not like him. I'll check in." And then he'd hung up.

Months later, and Kyle finally has an answer when he catches Simon trailing behind a woman not once but three times. He's surprised to see her face, an old classmate and the justification for his second ever human kill. He's almost sad to know that she's been marked for death. When he hears about the Ski Lodge massacre and the Ghost copycat, he has a drink in her honor.

So it's a surprise when she reaches out to him online and asks to meet.

She's frazzled and wild-eyed when she sits in the chair across from him. She's also wearing one of Simon's beanies. And when she reveals what Simon's been up to, he can't help but laugh.

Simon - the weird, off-putting, murderous Ghost - has somehow managed to find the one person in the world who devotes herself to a project more than him. The Final Girl Girlfriend.

They're both doomed.

Kyle begins the painstaking process of reviewing his daily journals for mentions of Simon and their shared connections. It's very unlikely that Simon would be caught alive, and even more unlikely that he'd say anything about Kyle or Johnny or Price. But unlikely isn't impossible, so it's important to start getting his stories straight now.

Reviewing, flagging, and annotating his journals from his initial meeting with Johnny to now takes a month and three days. It's always an interesting process, looking at his life with the advantage of hindsight. There's always a new fascinating pattern to examine. For example, that first summer, he'd meet with Johnny every other week, and two and six days later, he'd gradually step up a patient's blood thinners.

Another pattern that's emerged is that he hasn't dated anyone for more than 35 days in the last three years. That's about as long as it takes for his exacting nature to become... a conflict. It's not much of a problem. He's a nurse, he works long hours. He's got a gym routine and volunteers at the local pet rescue once a week. He's a part of the community, so he doesn't stick out as a loner. But he's also solidly at a point in his life where someone would expect him to have a partner.

He makes an online dating profile. It takes a week for him to delete the app.

"Darlene," he greets the head nurse with a smile and her favorite coffee at the beginning of his next shift. "How are you today?"

"Kyle." As always, she barely glances at him, just holds out her hand for her drink. "You're early. What do you want?"

She's right, he's thirty minutes early. He grins. "You wound me. Can't I just want to know how a beautiful woman is doing?"

Darlene gives him a blank look over the top of her bifocals. "Save it for the maternity ward, Garrick. What do you want?"

"Just wanna know the lay of the land," he says, coming around the desk and taking the seat next to her. He likes Darlene because she only expects him to be coy for a short time. "Been on the apps, trying to date. But my hours make things difficult. You know everybody's business. How is anyone in a relationship around here?"

"The surgeons are all on meth, the rest of the doctors are on coke, and the nurses are either fucking each other or their high school sweethearts," Darlene says, dry as a desert. "You know this already. What do you actually want?"

"That's it," he says with a shrug. "Just want to know who's not seeing anyone, or if you know of someone at another campus with the time."

She takes a sip of her coffee and thinks for a moment. "Stay off the psych and plastics floors. Maternity floor's about to get a whole new batch since all of those idiots got pregnant within three months of each other. But there's something in the water up there, so unless you also want a baby, I'd say leave them alone."

"James is on the maternity floor," Kyle points out.

"James cheated on his boyfriend and his side piece with another nurse," Darlene points out, settling into her coffee and gossip. "Which is another reason to stay away from plastics, but also trauma and rads. I didn't know you were bisexual."

"Doesn't come up much," Kyle dismisses, sipping his own coffee.

By the time Kyle has to clock in, they've explored the pros and cons of almost every department. The prospects are pretty grim. Maybe being single isn't the worst thing in the world.

He makes a point of spending time with the other nurses for the next month. He goes out for drinks and karaoke, attends a couple of baby showers. Lets on to a couple of gossips that he's looking, tells another that he's not sure he has time to date. Enjoys the conclusion of a project when a racist old bastard finally has the heart attack he can't bounce back from.

And then the nurse coroner flags the death for investigation.

Kyle doesn't panic because technically all deaths in the hospital are investigated. But he is intrigued. His own notes show that the patient's condition was well within the expected parameters of recovery and relapse. His medications were administered appropriately while Kyle was on shift, and the hydrogen peroxide added to his IV would have been nigh undetectable.

In the end, the hospital is not determined to be at fault for the death, and that's all that administration cares about. But the cause of death is changed from heart attack to embolism in the record, and that is intriguing.

"Knock knock," Kyle says, poking his head into the office area of the morgue. He expects to see Dennis, the older gentleman running the morgue unit, who waves back at him. He doesn't expect the new face, sitting across the desk from him.

"Good morning, Kyle," Dennis greets, waving him in. "Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

"Can't," Kyle says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The new nurse gives him a no-nonsense handshake and a nod. They don't say much beyond their name, and Kyle is pleased to put a face to the name on the investigation into his last project. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't stay long, so he says his goodbyes.

But when his next completed project is flagged for investigation again, he decides that maybe it's time to take an interest.

[lisa-grdjc]

NegaPosi Angler ep12 ramblings 🎣

(ofc it’s about takaaki again..what can i say. i love him so much.) i had always assumed that his little brother’s passing was due to his illness (hence why he was so adamant about hiro having to go to the hospital asap and stuff) but it’s so much worse and heartbreaking than i thought…

no wonder he hadn’t gone to visit his grave even once during those three years holy shit. i myself have a kid brother i care about a lot i can’t even fathom the immense guilt that must’ve been crushing him since… rewatching that scene from episode 10 right after hits different now i love inflicting pain upon myself

im placing takaaki breaking down in my top3 of things that caused me the most emotional anguish this year, and never before in my life have i been that desperate to reach out through my screen to hug and comfort a fictional character idc if i sound crazy i was literally whispering/yelling and begging for hiro to do something, anything. like, your friend is crying and looking like that right in front of you and you’re just. standing there, how. (tho i understand it now, this is hiro we’re talking abt, dude was a blubbering mess over a simple ‘thank you’ earlier and how he wasn’t used to saying alot of things and mayhaps it would’ve been ooc for him to physically comfort takaaki there. also he was pbly feeling awkward enough as it is and wanted to give him space but STILL. I WANTED THAT HUG. (fyi i am so writing a fic abt this later i could alr see it creating itself in my head while watching the scene like—)

i swear these VAs are so goated i can’t stress this enough—legit felt my heart twisting itself inside out hearing him sob im not strong enough for this

almost forgot to mention how frigging wholesome and funny the first half of the episode was; takaaki sulking and trying to give hiro the cold shoulder and failing miserably every time had me in stitches, like, c’mon. just admit it, dude you can’t even stay genuinely mad at him for more than two minutes straight you love him too much for that

this dumbass lmaooo (they are So cute)

even hiro finds it funny…

overall that first half was awesome as hell and the whole sequence of hiro catching his first big fish with takaaki’s help got me soooo happy and emotional i was so proud of him… he did it ;-;

also loooook it’s the lil girl and her mom from episode one,, she grew up🥹

and fuck, that ending… it got me crying real tears of joy,, i had a feeling we might get a timeskip and they absolutely delivered with it… ngl to me hiro started off as a okay-ish, almost annoying mc whom i didn’t think i’d even end up liking at the beginning, but here i am two months later weeping bc of his big, genuine grin as he reunites with his friends after years of medical treatment…

look at him!!! 2 years later and he’s all better now!! he gets to hang out with takaaki and the everymart gang and go fishing with them again!! this is everything i needed rly i couldn’t have asked for a more perfect and satisfying ending.. im gonna miss them all ofc but im so so happy rn

[g4yforethan]

protection

pairing: ethan landry x chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: after an attack by ghostface, ethan does everything to make sure reader is taken care of

warnings: cursing, n lots of fluff

a/n: this is all over the place im sorry y'all :((

"okay on one, two, three!"ethan helps you getting onto your bed. after an attack by a psycho in a ghostace mask, they left you with a stab to the side. you've been scared ever since but ethan has been there for you the entire time. "thank you ethan for everything really. if you want, you can go. i think i'll be fine." "no fucking way y/n. i almost lost you the other night and now i'm gonna make sure no one comes near my baby boy." he kisses you on your forehead and accidently puts his hand near your wound. you moan in slight pain and ethan apologizes a good 50 times. "well is there anything you need? water? food? kisses?" you laugh in response to his sweet and cute sense of humor.

"well i am feeling a little hungry and i do enjoy some kisses." he blushes as you say this. "i'll go get us some pizza. be back in a bit." he gives you a kiss and leaves. soon, you hear a knock on the door. you figure it's ethan. "it's open!" the door opens as you hear footsteps coming to your door. "ethan?!" the door opens and it's...chad. "oh my god chad! why the fuck would you scare me like that?!" "i'm sorry for not announcing my name as i've been over here plenty of times before. but anyways, ethan texted me that you were out of the hospital so i came back from class to see you for a quick second." you smile at him. you and chad had a little fling over the summer but decided you two weren't a match for each other after all.

"i mean nothing much to see just trying to get some rest you know." he could tell you didn't want to see him right now. "well if you need anything, i can come back later for dinner with you and uh... ethan" he also wasn't that fond of ethan either since he found out that you two were dating now. ethan walks into your bedroom. "hey baby i'm back." he stops and sees chad sitting beside your bed. they give each other a look which made it really awkward for you. "well uh i think i'll head out for now. class starts in a little bit. feel better y/n. see ya ethan." chad walks out and ethan comes over to sit next to you."why was he over here? what did you guys talk about?" he seemed concerned which was really cute for you.

"haha nothing ethan really. he just came over to see how i was feeling since you texted him i was back from the hospital." ethan felt and looked embarrassed for overreacting. "oh god yeah i forgot i texted him. i'm sorry baby for getting a little jealous there." you laughed and found him being protective of you really cute as always. "it's fine ethan. i find it really cute when a guy is overprotective in the sweet way just not in the stalker way." he laughs and gets closer to give you a kiss. he kisses you and you touch his soft, curly hair. you two continue to kiss for another few minutes. "so pizza and a movie?" he asks you. you agree and give him another kiss as he crawls into bed with you.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

yknow we do a lot of like stevie realising she's transfem bc of a dare or like robin telling her about queer stuff and having a 'you can do that?' moment, but now im thinking of stevie who figures it out entirely on her own and doesn't know how to tell anyone. like she doesn't fully have the words and even with robin it's like. one thing to be gay but gender stuff is a whole other level and she has no idea where she stands on that

but like, stevie who used to play with his mothers makeup as a child, whose parents would laugh at his antics until he got too old to be so childish, time to act like a Real Boy. and every time he's supposed to act like One Of The Boys he thinks of how it felt when his mom would do his hair for him and comment on how alike they looked, and how much better that felt, and he knows that isn't normal, and he has to be normal

but after the upside down that really seems to matter less. nothings fucking normal anymore, why should steve be? so she starts branching out a little. breaks into her mothers closet again, tries on all the clothes she left behind when she went on her latest trip. slowly amasses a decent collection of makeup by going to several different stores over the course of months with the excuse of 'oh my mom/girlfriend sent me to pick up x'. she doesn't do the Whole Deal often, in case nancy comes over or later in case the kids suddenly ask her to drive them somewhere. doesn't do anything that can't be removed in like three seconds. and she's definitely never telling anyone about this. she doesn't know anyone who would understand.

after starcourt, she wonders about telling robin sometimes. like sure, stevie doesn't like men but she's still like. some kind of queer. robins the only other queer person she knows (and yeah, robin turning her down bc she was only into girls did sort of hurt, but it wasn't robins fault bc she didn't know, and also it turned out stevie just didn't understand what actual friendship felt like so it was for the best anyway), so if she can't tell robin who can she tell?

but something always stops her. robins technically never done anything that makes stevie think she'd be mean about it, but there's something like imposter syndrome keeping her mouth closed. like she's not the right kind of queer. like robins being queer the good and honest way and stevies just being some kind of freak. and yeah, she knows it's dumb to think like that and robin would call her a dingus if she said it out loud, but it sits pretty heavy in her heart

so it's not until after vecna, when stevies on the eddie shift in the hospital and eddie says, while high on possibly every drug in the world, 'man i spent all that time trying to grow my tits and bats ate an entire boob in under five minutes' and stevie goes ??? what???? and eddie, still too high to self-censor, makes some comment like yeah they weren't huge but that black market estrogen i got was finally working its magic, definitely had like an a-cup. rest in peace. and stevies like why were you growing boobs?? 'bc girls are supposed to have boobs, man, keep up'

and eddie passes out again like five seconds later, but stevie just sits there watching her snore with her heart about to beat out of her chest because. holy shit. she's not the only one. eddie might understand, might be able to help her, if she was able to grow her own boobs. stevie would love to grow her own boobs. she'd stuffed some socks down a bra once and they looked lumpy as hell but even just the suggestion of a bust had almost brought her to tears.

and suddenly, looking at the sleeping form of the first person stevie has ever met that she's ever had this so intrinsic thing in common with, everything doesn't seem so scary

[bradleycoopersgirl]

Come on, nurse

You were putting his iv in. He smiled a bit. “Has anyone ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are?” he asked. “Shut up before i purposely pop a vein.” you said. Stu laughed. “Can all of you shut up for a moment so i don’t accidentally hurt him from getting distracted?” you said. “Aww. She doesnt wanna hurt me. Were getting somewhere.” he said. you slapped his vein. sticking the iv in it. “Ow! That hurt honey.” he said. “Dont call me honey. I have a name.” you said. “and what might be that beautiful name?” he asked. “Nurse Y/N.” You said. “Now if youll excuse me i have to go see if your bloodwork is done.” you walked out. “I think shes into me.” phil said. “She was basically eye fucking you.” stu said. You walked back in and they shut up. “Its not back yet.” you said. checking his iv and making sure its working. he grabbed your waist. “Mr Wenneck—“ he cut you off “Come on, nurse..” he said. caressing your waist. your cheeks lit up and you tried to push him away. stu, alan, and doug walked out and closed the blinds and door so you could have privacy. “Dont you want to just a little bit?” he asked. “Mr Wenneck i could get fired for this.” you said. “Nobody has to find out baby.” he said. pulling you into his lap. you whimpered. “awww.. you sound so cute.” he said, taking your scrubs off, revealing your pink lingerie. “Your so beautiful.” he said, unclasping your bra. “phil..” you whimpered. “Good girl..” he said. taking your panties off. he took his hospital gown off. you ran your hands down his abs. he helped you position yourself over his cock. you sunk down onto him and moaned slightly. he covered your mouth. “As much as id like to hear those beautiful moans, you need to be quiet baby.” he said. “mm.. so tight..” he said. you bounced up and down on it. trying so hard to hold your moans back. you bounced up and down faster. he held your waist with one hand while the other was behind his head. “So.. Good.. Gonna.. Cum..” you said. “Cum for me baby.. Show me how good i make you feel.” he said. you came at the same time. “Fuck.. we should’ve used protection..” you said. “Fuck that. Im glad i got to feel you.” he said. you took him out of you and tried to get up but he stopped you. “Five more minutes?” he said. “Fine.” you replied. he pulled you close, your head resting on his chest. he pulled the blanket over you both. Five minutes later he was asleep. you got off of him and put your scrubs back on. you put your number in his jeans pocket. ————————————————————————— it had been 24 hours since you saw phil. you tried to forget about him. him and his friends ended up leaving a little after you left. you were looking at your charts when suddenly phil walked up to you. “Excuse me Ma’am— Were looking for a few answers.” He said. “I- Uhm- I-“ you said. stuttering. “You okay?” he asked. “Mhm.. Uhm. What do you need.” you said, flustered. he furrowed his brows. “Was i here last night?” he asked. oh god. he doesn’t remember. You almost frowned. “Uh.. Yeah. You were.” you said. “And who was here with me?” he asked. “Just you three. Definitely no baby. And one other guy.” you said. “Thats our friend doug— Hes missing. Uh. So what was i here for?” he asked. “Broken ribs and some head trauma. you were wasted aswell.” You said. “Your bloodwork came back today. Lots of alcohol and Rohypnol.” you said. “Whats Rohypnol?” he asked. “Roofies. the date rape drug.” you said. “Are you saying i was raped?” he asked. “No you werent.” you said. looking into those gorgeous eyes. “Well did something happen between you and i? Cause i found your number in my pocket.” He asked. Tears formed in your eyes. he got concerned. “No.” you said. walking away. he grabbed your arm. “Hey.. Wait.. What happened?” He asked. “I just.. Thought you liked me..” you said. “Im sorry.. I cant remember much. But im so sure that i did. Because your so beautiful. And when i look at you i feel a warm fuzzy feeling.” He said. “I have to get going but.. Hopefully ill see you later.” he said. kissing your cheek. ————————————————————————

its been a few days since you saw phil. you missed him. but you pushed those feelings away. you were in the middle of a conversation with a colleagues when phil tapped your shoulder. you turned around. he was holding flowers. “im leaving today. sadly. and.. i cant stop thinking about you.” he said. “i know this is very sudden but.. would you go back to LA with me?” he said. you were gonna protest but he stopped you. “whats holding you back honey?” he said. “my job phil..” you said. “think of it as a vacation. Just come with me. please.” he said. “i.. alright. let me grab a few things” you walked away and grabbed some of your things. “Ill have to go home and grab some clothes—“ he cut you off. “alright.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder snd brought you to the car. you sat in the front while doug and alan and stu sat in the back. “I take it you found doug?” you said. “yeah.” he said smiling. he brought you to your house and you grabbed a bag full of your clothes and stuff. he helped you put it in the trunk. ———————————————————————— after the wedding ceremony everyone was slow dancing. he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “May i have this dance?” he asked. “you may..” you replied. he smiled and slow danced with you. spinning you gently. “I wanna get to know you. Cause i think im already falling for you.” he said. you stopped. “you are..?” you asked. “Mhm. how couldn’t i? your perfection.” he said. “i think im falling for you too phil..” you said. he smiled and dipped you to the end of the song. you gasped a bit and smiled. he brought you back up.

———————————————————————— after the dancing and everything else. he brought you to his house. he grabbed your bag and put it upstairs. he came back down and he poured two glasses of wine. you sat down on his couch. looking at the pictures of him and his son. “you have a son?” you asked. “Mhm. Thats my boy. Eli.” he said. “Wheres the mother?” you asked. seeing the wedding picture turned over. “Im recently divorced.” he said. “Oh.. Im sorry.” you said. “Its fine babe. She was a bitch anyway.” he said. sitting down and handing you a glass of wine. you took a sip. he smiled as he watched you. you sat the glass down on the table. he moved some hair out of your face. “Your so beautiful.” he said. you smiled. “I love you Y/N.” he said. “i— i love you too phil..” you replied. he smiled and kissed your lips. he tasted like heaven. his lips were soft and gentle. he broke the kiss after a minute. you smiled. after a few minutes of cuddling and drinking wine while learning about eachother, you were in bed together. he was in absolutely nothing but his boxers. you were wearing a silky nightgown. he cuddled up to you. kissing your neck gently. his hard on pressing against you. you turned around and kissed his lips. palming him through his boxers. he groaned. “baby.. p-please.. i need you.. i need to know how you feel..” he said. “this time i wanna remember..” he said. you nodded. he got on top of you. taking your nightgown off. you weren’t wearing anything underneath. he gasped at the sight of you. “jesus christ honey..” he said. you smiled. taking his boxers off. you had forgotten how big his cock was. your mouth watered. he positioned himself at your entrance before sliding in. you moaned. his eyes rolled back and he groaned loudly. he thrusted. “god.. your so tight.. so warm..” he moaned. beginning to pound into you. you moaned his name with every thrust. “goddamn im so close..” you moaned. “i am too babygirl.. cum with me.” he said. you both came. “fuck.. i haven’t cum that fast in years..” he said. pulling out. laying next to you and pulling you close. “i love you baby.” he said. “i love you too.” you said. you fell asleep in his arms after a few minutes. “how did i get so lucky..” he whispered to himself before closing his eyes and going to sleep.

[lenaboskow]

PLS PLS PLS GET INTO HOW WOULD CHRIS REACT I find it so interesting, because most of the times is Chris just going "Great ! Im happy!" which valid, but honestly? I really like when it's more complex than that, like in the fic Pinky Promise by rainbow_nerds, that explores a bit the fact that Chris does in fact has abandoment issues, like I don't doubt that Chris (even angry) wants his dad to be happy, but c'moooon, his mother was his primary caretaker (because his dad left for the military, though it always hard for me to get the Diaz Timeline), then she left him, then she came back, then she died, his dad almost died at least twice (that he is aware of), Buck in the hospital, etc. Chris is going to have many complicated emotions ! I love him ! And I just wished people explored more all that potencial, you know?

i vividly remember making a diaz boys timeline back before the s7 finale but i just spent thirty minutes looking for it and i'm pretty sure i never posted it so... oops. maybe i'll make one later with the references but (apologies for the mess this is i tried to make it organized but i’m sick so there’s only so much i can do lmao):

when you look at it, buck has been consistently in christopher's life longer than shannon ever was, even if you restart after the lawsuit. shannon was him primary caregiver until he was about three, and then for a year it was eddieandshannon, after which she left. after that, it was consistently eddie. even if he wasn't around that often because he was working, he was still there, and that's what chris remembers. she came back for about half a year when he was seven, but then she died.

not counting the lawsuit, buck has been in christopher's life since he was eight. but the lawsuit wasn't that long, it was a few weeks at most, so the real answer is he's been in his life since he was seven. that's seven years at this point. to chris, buckandeddie has been a constant, more so than eddieandshannon, even if it's not the same type of partnership. and that's just a fact. sure, he'd known shannon for seven years, same as he's known buck, but technically she wasn't there for all of it. that's what he remembers.

but the same way eddie thought he needed to be with shannon romantically so as not to ruin the relationship, chris probably thinks eddie and buck need to keep the status quo not to ruin the relationship. especially when you take into his warped view of romantic relationships. shannon, ana, marisol, they all ended terribly for eddie. and buck? i'm not sure what he's told chris about his relationships, but he doesn't have a much better track record. abby ghosted him, ali left at the first sign of trouble, there was the whole jonah scenario with taylor (who actually was in christopher's life, so that definitely messed with chris a bit), tommy broke up with him seemingly out of nowhere...

it makes the most sense that chris wouldn't want them to date. if chris was home when they told him, i can imagine him calling pepa or carla, kind of a parallel to him running away to buck in s4 (which he can't do now for obvious reason). i don't think the arc would last long, i think whoever he ran to would start the conversation and tell him about an ex that they're still friends with, and then eddie would come to pick him up and they'd talk it out, there'd be a buckley-diaz scene, end of ep.

but if he was still in texas? he'd probably yell at them over the video call and then refuse to answer any calls or texts afterwards. buck and eddie would probably "break up" for an ep or two, and be absolutely miserable. this probably culminates in eddie taking a trip to texas (alone, maybe not even telling buck) and talking it out with chris, addressing their mutual fears about the relationship and eddie explaining that even if it doesn't work out, they'd still be friends, and even if that doesn't work out, buck would still be in his life, that it wouldn't be like when his mom left. there's definitely a video call to buck in this, after eddie and chris have talked their feelings out, and then chris would ask to come back home, effective immediately.

but there's also the question of how chris would react if eddie tells chris about his feelings for buck (pre-relationship). he'd probably tell eddie he can never act on it, then tell buck the same thing (without telling eddie) and then there's a few eps of buck and eddie acting distant from each other before chris snaps and says "you weren't supposed to act like you're already divorced!". of course that's if he's in la. if he's in texas it would probably play out the same way it would've if they were already together after they stopped avoiding each other and finally talked it out.

of course, they could go the easy route and have chris say "it's about time" but this is 911 we're talking about, they probably won't do that

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

Accident

“dad, i’m going out with taylor!” yn yelled through the long halls of the new house on figure 8. 

“im right here,” jj, answered as he washed the dishes in the sink. “where are you going?” 

“we’re just going to get starbucks and hang out at the beach. i’ll be home by 3. love ya!” y/n smiled as she walked out of the house.

she walked down the long driveway to be greeted by taylor’s car. “hey tay!” she spoke as the got into the passenger seat of the car. 

“what’s up?”

they drove down the road to get to starbucks as a car pulled next to them. 

“can we get your numbers?” one of the faceless boys in the car asked at a stop light. 

“sorry, we have boyfriends” taylor replied leaning over to get past yns head. 

“your gonna regret saying that,” a deep voice chuckled as they rolled up the window. 

“creepy” yn joked. 

the light turned green and taylor started driving. she had to switch lanes to get closer to the starbucks, but the guys in the car were making it difficult. she sped up, they sped up. 

it seemed like an innocent game at first, but the girls started to lose patience when they were running out of time to switch. 

taylor kept driving straight after she passed the starbucks. “what assholes” she rolled her eyes.

the next thing yn saw was a black suv swerving into her door. she blacked out cold. then, the sudden brakes on taylor’s car shocked the driver behind them to crash into them from behind. 

taylor was ok, however yn was out. she had gotten hit by a car, had blood dripping down her face and her knee had snapped from the boys car next to them. 

the guys pulled away and kept driving. the driver that had hit them from behind hopped out of the car to check on the girls. 

little did taylor know that is was john b, yns uncle. she was sobbing at that point, having blood dripping down her face. 

“it’s ok, it’s ok,” john b had ran up to the drivers side. he didn’t recognize taylor until he noticed y/n. “shit, shit, shit” he ran to the passenger side door and tried to open it. it was pried shut, due to just being hit. “it’s ok, taylor, im calling an ambulance.” john b reassured. 

around 2 minutes later, an ambulance, fire truck, and three police cars showed up. the fire department cranked open the door to get to y/n. 

as they loaded her unconscious body into the ambulance, john b was calling jj. “j, sorry man but you need to go to the hospital, like now,” 

jj, without hesitating, got into his car. “bro what happened?” 

“it’s y/n, she got in a car accident, it’s pretty bad, man,” 

“shit,” jj answered stepping on the gas to get to the hospital. it was around a mile away from the accident, jj seeing the car get towed away with john b comforting taylor. 

he rolled down the window. “hop in” taylor and john b rushed to get in the car, blood all over taylor. they had only brought one ambulance, they only took the severe injuries. 

taylor was sobbing “it- it wasn’t u-us. these boys ask-asked for our numbers and and” taylor was sniffing when jj cut her off. 

“it’s ok, we’ll talk about it later.”

y/n was being ran inside the hospital, immediately being hooked up to machines and checking damages. 

the rest of them arrived at the hospital, being brought to her room. “oh my gosh, what happened to her leg?” jj asked frantically, looking at his little girls leg going a different direction starting from the knee. 

“right now she’s in a coma,” the doctor explained. “we’re gonna give her everything we can to get her back into consciousness. we can’t fix the leg until she is awake.” 

“how long will it take?” jj asked. 

“it shouldn’t be too long after we get the medicine in her, the most it should be is 5 days. “

they stared at her. “shes never looked so peaceful,” john b joked after knowing she would be ok. 

they laughed and taylor got taken to stitch up her forehead. 

a few hours later, the police came to talk to taylor and john b. they explained what happened. the cops got footage of everything from the boys pulling up to the car, to the driving away. they got their plates and all three boys are having their court statement in a few weeks, and jj and taylor’s  parents were planning on suing. 

three days later, y/n sleepingly opened he eyes to look around the room. jj immediately got up and brushed her hair out of her face. 

“dad? what happened?” she looked down to see her leg and her eyes grew wide. 

“you were in an accident.”

“is taylor ok?” she followed up. 

“yes, she’s ok.” 

“what time is it? i have to go home, i have school work to do.”

“it’s 3:12. we’ve already called ur teachers, you’re out of school for the next two weeks.” 

she put her head back down. “my leg hurts.” 

“i know baby, their gonna fix it for you.” 

a doctor came in with a clipboard. “good to finally meet you, y/n” the doctor joked setting her clipboard down. “i know this is a lot right now. im just going to explain what we’re gonna do with your leg. right now, you have a lot of painkillers. if you didn’t have them you would be in a lot of pain. we are going to do a surgery on friday. what we’re gonna do is go in there and place your knee back into place. it tore pretty much all of your tendons and ligaments in there, it’ll take a while for them to heal which is why we’re going to put a rod in there so you can be able to walk sooner.” y/n was nodding as she listened, still half asleep. “eventually, when you get better, we’re going to take the rod out. it might sound scary, but that’s your best interest. 

“can tristen come?” y/n asked her dad as the doctor left the room. 

“i mean i guess, you can’t be on your phone though. we can call him.” jj answered.

he put her boyfriend on speaker as they talked. tristen was coming tomorrow, and the next day, after her surgery. 

the pogues and taylor came of visit bed- rest- y/n. she wasn’t used to so much attention, and if her leg wasn’t snapped in half, it would be awesome.

the day of her surgery came up. she woke up groggy and felt like she had pins all over her legs. she wasn’t in the mood for seeing anyone, so they just sat in her room on their phones. 

the next day, she was aloud to leave. she had to be in a wheelchair for the first few weeks before she could even start on crutches. it was a long recovery. 

they wheeled her inside the house on figure eight, her making fun of herself as an old lady as a way to tell the pogues not to worry. 

they took really good care of her throughout the recovery and helped her get back to her usual self. 

they sued the family of the boys for a lot of money. john b, also. they didn’t feel bad, considering jj and y/n were in the hospital for  a whole week. taylor and john b both got new cars. 

after months and months of waiting, training, pt, and pain, y/n was back to her old self, besides the long scar on her knee and having matching scars with taylor.

[mako-neexu]

that manga fucking rules so much i didnt even care the handwriting made me slowdown reading what the kanji was and i stared at it 15 minutes per character. i messed up my sleep schedule by reading this but its worth it theyre uploading it gradually but its about 14 out of 89 pages so im looking forward to the rest hehe

im too lazy to typeset so i will describe it instead~ It's your average yakudou comic with guda getting hurt. But its a perspective that i love so far...so i want to ramble about it

but of course it starts with a fight: "Everyday life" "Fighting, getting hurt, healing, and-" then theres a beast approaching her, "sometimes, death"

then it cuts to guda in the hospital bed, waking up 3 days later from her injuries with rider vinci on her bedside in the infirmary, checking her vitals. then da vinci casually drops onto ritsuka that if it wasnt for medea lily she would be alive bc, THE ENTRETY OF HER LEFT HALF OF HER BODY WAS TORN APART BY THE MONSTER and shed have died <3

then she says "anyways, im glad your right hand (command spells) wasn't damaged/taken and your wounds was deep but youre healed now. anyways, you good to go on the next mission?" then we cut to the flashbacks of guda in their moment of "death" at this point i was eating all of my fist... then guda just says "yeah lets go" with a smile

theres so many things wrong with that scene in a single instant but its a drug to me to see this kind of interaction where someone says "thank god your staff is safe but anyways 3/4ths of yourself got blown away but thats fixable <3"

then next was oberon's perspective where he describes her as a self sacrifical idiot, that theres no other word for her as she always comes back with scars and wound from fighting, and he doesnt know just what drives her to come back again and again until shes satisfied. then oberon sees artoria being worried she confesses to him about today's events where "ritsuka and i were walking in town to run some errands but just when i heard screams from ritsuka i was too late to notice"

and when castoria turned around all she could see was Ritsuka getting attacked by the enemy from behind, smiling peacefully as if saying "Ah- this is where i die" and castoria is so distressed and worried and shes crying a little and she talks about hers and oberon's love for ritsuka about protecting her and about her not knowing what to do bc she just wants ritsuka to smile my heart was going to give out for the three of them😭 i love them really much

but then next scene fucks me up even more with obecas visiting ritsuka again in the infirmary, then i find out castoria was also the reason why guda is alive. then da vinci says, "no matter what i'll heal ritsuka as best as i can" then oberon says, "Wow, aren't you so desperate about whether she lives or dies?"

Da Vinci, exasperated but now smiling: What are you saying?? It's just natural, after all...

THEN THIS SCENE KILLED ME LIKE IT KILLED GUDA HHH IM GOING TO DIE TOO

"She is our Master!"

Then Oberon pauses. Then internally he goes, "Our Master?"

...Because isnt that saying:

"Precisely because Fujimaru Ritsuka is a "Master" that she is worth healing."

then the comic ends im dying over here bc its 14 pages so far but i need more to stuff it inside my guts

[scaryscarecrows]

Nicole doesn’t like the hospital smell. Nobody does, she guesses, but Gotham hospitals have an extra underlying something. Chemicals, maybe, she’s not sure. It’s worse than normal hospitals.

The locals don’t seem to notice. Or maybe they just don’t know. Why would they? They live in Crazy Town, USA. Most of them were born here. Most of them will die here, too.

She wants to go home and hide, but Cobblepot made her bring Dove a briefcase and flowers, pink and yellow daisies. Why he couldn’t come down here is a who-knows thing, but whatever, fine, here.

Dove’ll be out tomorrow, probably. She’s here now, though, because Scarecrow. Scarecrow happened. He and Cobblepot had a falling-out or something. Nicole’s not sure, she wasn’t at work last night. All she knows is that three people are dead and twelve are in the hospital from fear toxin, Dove included.

“Hi.”

“Hey, hon.” She sounds awful, hoarse and and raw, and she sure as hell doesn’t look okay. Her wrists are bound up, both of them, and her pupils are blown wide. She’s sallow and shaky and wrong, somehow. “Cobblepot send ya?”

“Yeah. He said he was too busy to come himself.”

“He hates hospitals--ohhh, those are pretty.”

Nicole sets the flowers down first. Hovers the briefcase around a little next before settling into one of the chairs. She can stay for a few minutes. That’s okay, right? Expected? Nice? She’s pretty sure Dove would stay if it was her.

“He sent this, too,” she mumbles. “Um. Are you. Are you okay?”

“Not my first run-in,” Dove says, but her voice is flat like she’s not okay at all. “Shit’s nasty. They caught him yet?”

“No.”

She closes her eyes for a second, looks caught between being impossibly older and...and a scared little girl.

“You weren’t there last night, were you.”

“Uh-uh--”

“Sir--”

“Sir, you can’t--”

“Oh, God--”

What the hell?

Nicole’s about to...she doesn’t know. Panic, she guesses. Hide. Run. Something. She’s about to do something when the thump-thump of heavy boots rounds the corner and a nurse skitters back into the room, still protesting that, “You don’t have permission to be here--”

She’s followed, a second later, by a familiar, ominous shadow. It might be daytime, but the Red Hood is still scary. He’s big and probably pissed and those look like bloodstains on his jacket. But he’s not here for murder. Nicole would be happy to never cross paths with him again, just in case, but she’s pretty sure he’s not here for murder.

“Hood?” Dove blinks at him. “Hood, it’s fucking noon. It is way past your bedtime.”

He doesn’t answer, just shuffles to the other chair and plunks himself onto it, hands clasped between his knees and shoulders hunched inwards.

“I got ‘im,” he breathes. “Bullock showed up ta. Ta take ‘im back ta Arkham, but I got ‘im.”

Dove stills. When she finally speaks, her voice is scarcely above a whisper.

“Did you.”

He nods. A second later, he’s being pulled to the edge of the chair as Dove squeezes him and starts sobbing into his chest. It’s an awkward reach for both of them, and Hood seems oddly alarmed, but all he does is hug her back and mumble, “‘ve got blood--he had people an’ I--I guess it’s a hospital anyway, huh?”

Had people. Are they dead now? Seems likely.

Dove’s quiet, raspy sobs taper off and she draws back. Her face is a red, blotchy mess but honestly, she looks a little better than she did earlier.

“You’re a good kid,” she forces out. She sounds like she’s been chugging molasses mixed with gravel. “Don’t you let. Let anyone tell you different.”

“Eh.” He shrugs. Nicole has the hilarious mental image of this hulking Jason Voorhees-looking man (shut up, she doesn’t know what he looks like under there) blushing like a tomato. Maybe with red ears. “Y’know. You’re. You’re okay, right? You’re not...nothin’...”

Dove blows her nose and coughs, fumbles for her water bottle.

“I go home tomorrow,” she says at last. “Back to work next week.”

[itsrainingpussywillows]

TEEF

Mikey Madison x fem!reader

- Inspo: Sophie Thatchers bird scooter accident, my own tweet, and an old 1D imagine

- NOTE: guys i am NOT a writer in any way i literally wrote this on my toilet when i just got inspired while reading Jake Paul wattpad fics , i dunno how to use tumblr i suck at this LMFAOOO also i rode on a bird scooter once 2 years ago so im #QUALIFIED to write this

I wake up from my slumber as the bright sun-rays peek through my blijds. I turn over to my right side my girlfriend Mikey Madison is still asleep resting peacefully. I admire her for a few seconds more and kiss her forehead. “G’morning” she says GAWD she looks even more beautiful in the morning. “C’mon baby we have to get up and get ready. Did you forget about what I have planned for today??” I ask with a chuckle “‘Course not I js need a couple more minutes.” she mumbles less than 30 minutes later we are already out of the door

Today was meant to be a fun filled day. We were going to go get breakfast at Dutch Bros and then we were going to go drive downtown and ride those little bird scooters but absolutely positively nothing could’ve prepared me for what was going to transpire later today.

“ hi can I get one large picture-perfect and one large chai latte?” Mikey was ordering, my social anxiety just could NOT handle that. once we got to the window, we paid and they gave us two pink straws. I squealed with excitement as pink is my favorite color and also they thought we were pretty #STRAWCODEEE am I right?

The whole rest of the car ride was full of singing, dancing, laughs, and overall just two crazy women hyped up on caffeine

we drove around for a bit more when we parked Mikey and I got out and begin to walk over to the nearest Bird scooters. Mikey pressed a couple of buttons on her phone, so did I and just like that we were all set to ride our scooters “Y/n COME ONNNN” Mikey said as she started ZOOMING on that damn thang.

We had been riding for about 30 minutes down the street until we reached a crosswalk. “ Wanna race?!” Mikey yelled from the other side of the street ��� YEAH” I yelled back, It wouldn’t be too long before the crosswalk said that it was OK for us to go. “ ON THREE “ She yelled and began counting down

“1..2..3!”

we started speeding down the hill. I was in the lead we were both giggling and laughing until i was launched forwards. My wheel had gotten stuck on a small rock and launched me face first right on the cold hard concrete. everything from this was a blur I just remember seeing a bit of red and hearing mikey scream.

beep.. beeep .. beeeeeeeep

my eyes flutter I woke up in a bright hospital room “Y/n ypure awake!!” Mikey exclaimed “Oh my God I thought I would never see you again!” she said “What do you mean?” i asked when my doctor, Dr. Paul as in doctor. JAKE Paul came in the room to explain. “ well girl you had a Bird scooter accident. Also you lost all your teeth so you’re gonna have to get a teeth transplant surgery sorry!” he explains “What i losth all my teef?????!”

“ i’m afraid so, do you have anybody in mind that would be willing to give you their teeth? If not, we can just get you veneers, but that’d be kind of hard. You know you lost all your teeth.” I took a moment to think since I didnt want my lovely beautiful sexy gorgeous girlfriend Mikey Madison to give up her precious teeth “ no I don’t hav anybody who I fink would be willing to give me their teef” “Well honey it’s settled. Looks like it’s time for you to get some veneers!” he exclaimed in a southern accent before pulling out a huge needle. “W-what isth that?” I stuttered

“Horse tranquilizer!” he said excitedly and before i could interject he injected it into my arm and I was out cold. in what felt like barely a minute I woke up to my girlfriend standing over me. “Mikey I’m Alive!” i scream “Who do you fink gave you your teef”, she says smiling and that’s when I finally get a good look at her mouth

all of her beautiful pearly white teeth were gone and apparently inside of my mouth “But Mikey y-you cant! let me give you back your teeth. I don’t need them besides how am I supposed to kiss you? You have no teeth.” i stated frantically. “Isth okay y/n, you needed them more” she says hugging me gently

“But-“ “Shhhhhhhhh” she interrupted me “We’ll find a way to get me more teef, i promisth”