#fight me?

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Always knew that Din has a sweet tooth 🥹

(Coffee Crisp in the bandolier inspired by Pedge’s IG TLOU BTS photo dump.)

[theficpusher]

Fight me? by lunarheslwt | nr | 1747 'Fight me,' the high voice quipped from under the mountain of pillows, and Harry let out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut immediately because what was he doing?? The anesthesia must still be wearing off. Harry walked up to the patient again, bemused, and tugged at the pillow, but the person had a surprisingly strong grip on them. Again, with more annoyance in his tone, he said, 'fight me.' Or, Harry is a nurse, to a slightly loopy and sassy Louis.

Green Jello | T | 2341 In Liam’s defense, he’d mostly been joking. Louis didn’t see it that way, of course, but he wasn’t sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December “for the vine,” and they’d ended up in the hospital with a nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas. *** Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.

sunbeams by ohsailor | nr | 2492 Harry is the new neighbour suffering from insomnia. Louis is the night nurse across the hall trying to find ways to help him sleep. They find one that works.

One Way Out by nialleritdidnthappen | G | 5060 Niall was almost surprised that anxiety hadn’t gripped him the moment he got home, that he wasn’t sitting vigilant by the phone, willing on sheer, idiotic hope for the burner number to pop up. The physical demands of the night had taken their toll, so much so that he simply focused on breathing deeply, every exhale clearing his lungs as well as his mind, emptying it of everything but the silent mantra: All you can do is wait.

beat the darkness by turnyourankle | T | 7754 Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

Night Shift by banaanipoika | E | 8899 Louis is into his nurse and suspects the feeling may be mutual. He’s not afraid to take it further and push their relationship beyond the bounds of professionalism, but Harry has been erring on the side of caution. One night, twelve hours into what’s turned out to be a sixteen hour double-shift, stressed, lonely, and delirious with exhaustion, Harry gives in and shows Louis just how unprofessional he can be.

You Gotta Swim, Swim For Your Life [Series] by jaerie | E | 25242 Harry never thought he would find himself battling cancer. Louis never thought he would find himself so attached to one of his patients.

Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by bluegreenish | E | 28000 Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back. or, the one where, after two years, paediatrician Harry returns to Silver Street Hospital and with it to paediatric nurse Louis' life.

Fractured by thisonegoes | E | 33022 “Can you tell me your name?” A nurse. A nurse's voice. His penlight flashes in front of Zayn's eyes, first his right, then his left. A quick back and forth. To test him. To see if he’s still here. He blinks it away. It’s too bright, stop it, I’m here, am I dying? Hospital AU.

[wangxianficrecs]

Fight Me? by Witch_Nova221

Fight Me?

by Witch_Nova221

G, 5k, wangxian

Summary: A tidied up version of this original threadfic Nurse Wei Ying has an interesting encounter with a patient on his night shift who is intent on starting a fight with him.

Kay's comments: Lan Zhan once again high on anesthesia, though for once his attempts at flirting with nurse We Ying take a different turn; he challenges him to a fight! Very adorable and funny! Featuring single parent Lan Zhan, who got injured saving his son after a small fire in their home!

Excerpt: Lan Zhan slowly raised his gaze, glassy eyes narrowing before he frowned. 'Are you here to fight me?' Wei Ying laughed, 'Oh I don't know that you're quite up for that yet,' he said, 'Besides, the ward sister would be kicking my ass too if she found me scrapping with a patient. How about we wait until I get off shift and then you can fight me in the car park?' 'Coward,' said Lan Zhan, 'Too scared to fight me now.'

modern setting, romantic comedy, hospitals, patient lan wangji, nurse wei wuxian, medication, minor burns, humor, single parent lan wangji, pining, light angst, @witchnova221

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[zoomingupthathilla]

because I am lame, I wanted to put on a christmas movie just for background noise -- BUT I had no idea which one, so in the search bar I typed in the word christmas........... tell me why mean girls popped up? because they have candy canes and that one christmas scene? LISTEN I LOVE MEAN GIRLS BUT IT IS NOT A CHRISTMAS MOVIE.

[thursdaynights]

I swear to all of the gods and all 15 fears that I am still aromantic. My music taste doesn’t change anything?? Heartaches by the number is on my playlist bc I love trail songs AND I am really good at both the whistling parts and the butt slapping part.

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[mintybagels]

damn these canadians

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[marlasbreastlump]

was originally gonna color and post this for pride month but i lost the original file

EDIT: Thank you to @localdisasterisk for making the image discs!! :)

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[gertritude-art]

classic online experience

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[gossippool]

*steeples hands under my chin like i'm sherlock* so you see,

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[zillychu]

everyone sh. shutd up im cooking smthn