#screw you greys anatomy

[blondebrainpowered]

Grey's Anatomy

[shelbgrey]

Gabriel Being your guardian angel and falling in love with you

Paring: Gabriel x Singer!Reader

Summary: the only thing gabe has ever tooken seriously is keeping you safe, but what he didn't expect is falling in love with you. -SMUT warning

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When he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

But it's the first and almost only thing he has ever taken seriously. He was the trickster after all and it was mostly deadly jokes to him, but when he saw you he immediately took the role of guardian angel seriously.

You didn't have an encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter. Your first case involving him, he was just known as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

That pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

He didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

During his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked).

“it's him! It's Dr. Sexy” Dean said excided.

“McDreamy trumps Dr. Sexy” you said, rolling your eyes.

After you got out of TV land, you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

“I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

he just chuckled, crossing his arms. 'Dammit.' He thought, he couldnt get a rise out of you. It was time to see his more sincere side. “What? You dont think the big bad "Trickster" has a soft spot?”

His sarcasm to drop. He wanted you to know the real reason but was he supposed to be like "oh. I'm your angel. I dont like putting you in harms way when I can control it?"

“I don't know... Do you have a soft spot?”

For some reason you felt some kinda connection. You never looked into his eyes until this point, there was this feeling of safety you felt. Heck, looking back you never felt threatened by him. He was good at being your guardian angel.

“Not usually. But for you? Maybe a little” He just grinned and winked. He did have a soft spot for you and he felt a sense of overprotectiveness over you. he has to deal with you being in constant danger and being a hunter doesnt help.

“Why?” you looked down at the holy fire he was trapped on. “you ain't going anywhere any time soon... Might as well awnser”

“I'm your guardian angel, baby” he smirked, his his eye brows bouncing up and down like it was some big spectacle he just revealed.

“wow... I thought guardian angels was just bullshit”

He nodded, his normal goofy and sarcastic tone dropping to more sincere and gentle. He also hated that you picked up on the sarcasm quickly. “Yep. Most are. They are assigned randomly. But well, I was your guardian the second you were born... Now let me out- I dont like being in a holy fire” He teased, a smile creeping back on his face.

You chuckled sarcastically. “you think I'm just gonna let you out just like that? You're still the trickster”

“Pretty please?” He smirked and gave you an innocent look with wide puppy dog eyes. He knew he was playing dirty but hey, it's the only way he was getting out.

“Pretty please? Seriously?”

“Pretty. Please” He said the words slow and with exaggerated hand motions. He was pushing his luck now.

“If I do, you have to lay low for a while... No more tricks”

“For how long?” He groaned at the idea. He has been playing tricks on people for centuries. So he wasnt very keen to stop. But it was you. That's the only reason he would do it. Not that hes even admitted that to himself yet.

“Until I say so”

He groaned. “Fine. Fine”

You paid mercy on him and convinced the brothers to let him go. You also didn't speak to sam or Dean about him being your guardian angel.

After that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

You groaned, rolling over on your stomach and hiding your head under your pillow to drown out the noises. This happened for weeks, he'd use his tricks to tap into your alarm and annoy you. Every morning.

“And now for music time! Because everyone loves moooousic!!” He spoke the last word, the music switched to Rick Astleys 'never gonna give you up'. Just another stupid prank to piss you off, because he was in denial about his growing feelings.

Guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

Then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

After yours and Dean's failed atempt at a relationship gabe flew in. It started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

Not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt. “everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

You kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react.

The boys didn't find out about you guys dating or the fact he was still alive until the boys walked in you guys fucking in the library in the bunker. They had gone on a hunt and you thought it was gonna be days before they came back, oh boy were you wrong. Gabe has no shame, he was balls deep inside you and had you seeing stars when the brothers walked back into the bunker because they forgot something.

“How long have you been alive!?” Sam asks, exasperated.

“How long have you been banging y/n?” Dean grumbles, with jealousy in his eyes.

The first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer. The boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

He stayed 'dead' to keep you safe.

Then you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored him, you were beyond furious. Gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

You were the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself. “I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

He took his grace then looked at you. “I love you...” that was the first time he ever said that.

He didn't leave your side after that and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

Then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and Gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. He loved you and by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

He never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean and Sam but Gabe could care less, you were his girl.

During that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated Gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you. “lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

During the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

When it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time. It took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name. “Gabriel!”

While everyone celebrated their return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

The pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers. you never took them out.

After he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

Dean nor Sam didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

“he really did love you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

NSFW headcanons:

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's not very vocal during sex. He mostly moan or grunt, but he's never not praising you. If your giving him head or ridding him he's a complete moaning mess though.

He's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

Cock warming and usually he's a little shit about, conveniently gets in the mood for it during move night with the Winchesters and Cas. Usually it's dark and you're both under a blanket together in the back in the Dean cave. “Gotta be still for me. Can you do that?” He murmured, making your pajama bottoms disappear with a quiet snap of his fingers. You'll have to bite your lip to keep quiet as he helps you sink down on his cock while he litters your neck with kisses.

It'll be hard to keep your mind off the feeling of his hard cock inside you and not the movie you were supposed to be watching. Don't even try to roll your hips, Gabriel will stop it immediately by giving your hips a warning squeeze. “the movie is almost over, just a little longer Sugar”

He always wraps your legs around his waist so he can go faster and harder,hitting your g-spot every thrust, keeping control of every movement.

He loves the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. It's like a vice, and loud moans escaping your lips is just icying on the cake.

He has a huge wing kink, the feeling of your fingers running through his feather or gripping them is a feeling he'll never get tired of. Sometimes he'll thrust into harder because he knows you first thing you'll grab to ground yourself is his wings.

 The way your small hands grip his feathers hard, especially at the base of his back will have him losimg all common sense.

He'll lift himself up on his knees with you still wrapped around him and pound into you. This new position helps him sink deeper as he jerks your hips down as his spring forward.

When his tongue enters your mouth, you didn’t even try to fight for dominance, you never have a problem with him taking the lead.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

Gabe doesn't let you off easily either, He'll have his arm over your pelvic bone keeping you on the bed bed and overstimulating with his tongue till you're begging. “G-gabe...t-too much, P-please”

“I’m sorry, sugar. You’re too damn sweet” he sat up, his face slick from your release.

[dejwrld]

— number 7 on paradis titans hockey team can get a little mean after he loses a game.

( cw ) ⸻ modern au, sports au, profanity, mean dom!jean in 4k hd ultra, female anatomy, her/she pronouns, afab, established relationship (reader and jean are married with a child), reader implied to black, creampie, impact play, oral ( f.receiving), slight spit kink, spanking, breeding kink, pet name usage (good girl, babygirl) he's just a lil salty he lost a game, i promise i ain't showing favoritism to najma lmfao, this fic was second place for the poll i posted week ago, wc: 2.1k, minors dni ! repost from old account!

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When Jean lost a game, you always seemed to walk on eggshells. The nicely decorated home grows silent as a mouse when your family enters the mansion. Your son seemed to fall asleep during the long ride from the ice rink to the house, and you only tucked him in his bed after stripping him out of his clothes. Neatly folding up the hockey jersey with his father's number on it and placing it away, you placed a loving kiss on top of his sandy brown colored curls before exiting the room. You were sure to close the door behind you since you weren't sure how Jean would react due to losing the game.

When Jean's team lost, he grew quiet. A little too quiet. His interviews with ESPN and other sports outlets weren't as cheerful and confident. You could literally see the frustration and sadness in his light brown hues. The rides home are always silent, other than the questions your five-year-old would ask randomly. As a new wag (an obnoxious term for wives & girlfriends of sports players), you always ask the other partners how exactly they handle huge losses.

Eren's wife, Emilia would only shrug, mumbling about how Eren usually forgets about the loss after a day or two before he's back on the ice, perfecting any screw-ups he made during the game. Connie's girlfriend CJ would make a subtle joke about giving him head after the game to make him forget about the disappointing end of the hockey team's season.

You walked towards the master bedroom of your home, your body leaning against the door frame as you watched Jean tug off the Grey Nike sweatshirt he wore. He tossed it in the laundry hamper in the corner of your room, now only in a white wifebeater. His toned arm flexed with each movement he made as he shuffled around the room. Occasionally, his gold necklace with your initials and your son's initials moved with each quick motion he made.

"Do you want to talk about it? I know it was such an important game," Your tone was soft-spoken and came out as if you were whispering.

"Strip." was the only thing Jean uttered as he was undoing the string on his Nike jogger pants.

Your lip gloss-covered lips parted to speak, but in the back of your mind, you were just thinking about making Jean happy. He was going through some wild emotions at the moment, and who were you to object against them. They lost the opportunity to compete for the Stanley Cup, so you knew the man in front of you was seeing complete red at the moment.

"Keep my jersey on, though. Everything else off." He huffed.

You stepped further inside the room, your back backing into the door to close it so you wouldn't wake up your son. Your fingers begin to unbutton the jeans you were wearing, slowly tugging them off your smooth legs. Soon, your panties joined them as Jean's index finger motioned for you to come here. With each step you took, you could feel the cool breeze in your room hit your bare bottom, sending a chill down your spine.

When you were face to face with Jean, he didn't say much. However, you could feel how hot he was. How frustrated he was. One harsh push on your king-sized bed caused your lips to let out a gasp. Your body hit the bed like a fragile little doll Jean wanted to play with. He's grabbing a hold of your ankle that was decorated with the gold anklet with his name on it with a cursive font. His lips placed soft kisses on your ankle, causing you to squirm under his firm touch. You expected him to treat you like a fragile rag doll that had just been snitched up. But boy, was you wrong. In one motion, he had turned your body around so that you were lying on your stomach, mumbling about how he needed you so badly.

"Be a pretty wife and get on all fours, m'kay," He said lowly.

You did what you were told, getting on all fours. The oversized jersey that formally belonged to Jean raised just a bit to be able to see the cup of your ass. A low yelp tumbled out your mouth when you felt Jean's large hands slap at the flesh of your ass before you could feel his hand massage the stinging flesh. A sharp hiss came out of you when you felt another slap on the opposite cheek; Jean once again repeated the process of massaging your ass cheeks. He's teasingly letting a coo tumble off his lips as you can only stutter out his name like a broken record.

"Just want to taste you real quick," His words were soft yet intimidating. He angled your body provocatively so you felt like such a filthy woman. "Just stay like that for me, please," he says before his callous fingertips are traced alongside your puffy lips. The teasing action caused your skin to be littered with goosebumps.

Once again, you desperately coughed up a yelp when you felt him slap at your throbbing cunt that was aching for his attention. The similar motion he did with your asscheek, Jean's multimillion-dollar massage at your pussy. This time, your wetness coated his fingers ever so negligibly. "You like it when I do that, huh?" He asked.

He didn't wait for you to respond before kneeling to taste you. The flat of his tongue collided with your puffy lips to lick up your juices formed just by his spankings. A weak whimper came out of you as you seemed to relax in his touch as he was eating you out. When Jean wanted to taste, he wanted to taste every fiber of you. Practically burying his face in the messiness between your thighs caused your toes to curl.

"Jean." You moaned out as you felt him glide his tongue up your slit. The lewd sound of him slurping up the mess he was making bounced off the bedroom walls. You could feel the sharpness of his nose poking you from the back; the man practically was devouring you at the moment. You were so close to breaking the perfect arch, but you knew what consequences were to come.

"Fuck." You moaned before you reached out, clawing at his sandy brown hair. Your fingers grabbed his hair as you rocked backward upon his kitten licks. Your orgasm was right there; you were so close to the finish line while your knees were growing hazy.

But Jean soon pulled away, letting your body fall limp like a deflated balloon that's lost all its air. Your poor cunt felt like it was pulsing, your orgasm was snatched away from you, and the lump of pleasurable despair disappeared.

"I can't have you cummin' just yet, baby girl," Jean commented. The little facial hair he had was stained with your juices. His upper lip lingered with your scent, and his tongue tasted like you. Maybe that made the man in a complete trance all over again.

His grey sweatpants grew tight at the crotch area. His dick was screaming to be released from the tight compress of his sweats and boxers. Jean quickly pushed down his sweats and stepped out of them like an over-enthusiastic virgin that was about to get a spliff of pussy for the first time. His blood was fuming, and he was still a bit frustrated by the loss. Especially considering the number of penalties he racked up during the game. His cock bulged in the black-colored Ethika boxers (another sponsorship he received for singing a multimillion-dollar contract) before he tugged them down also. His thick cock tapped at his toned torso when his boxers came down also.

Once again, he's grabbing onto you like a doll, dragging your whithering body toward the end of the bed. His hand firmly pushed your lower back to ensure your arch was perfect. It was a wonderful sight to see his beautiful wife completely exposed like this to him. A lovely ass up face-down position just so he can have his way with him.

You were anticipating for Jean to shove his cock inside you. Despite it being the same dick you've ridden, sucked, choked on, and the list goes on, you still found yourself chewing your lower lip off at adjusting to his girth. He was a grower for sure, with a slight curve that could kiss at that spot that caused your pedicures toes to curl. Your favorite part of his dick was his tip. It was a splendid sight when you would climb under the covers to suck him off when he complained about morning wood. It was a nice mushroom shape with a slit that gushed out so much cum when he wanted to.

"You know if you relax. You'll get used to it quicker." Jean suggested. With his slender digits climbing up the jersey, you had on to undo the bra you were wearing.

With quickness, you're removing your bra tossing it to the side with ease. Your hips bucking to receive any form of friction between Jean and yourself, but you could only feel his tip tap at your sopping entrance. "Don't be so fuckin' rude, and wait," Jean uttered as he grabbed a hold of his cock. He rubbed his tip at your entrance. Teasing you bit by bit before he's pooling all of the spit in his mouth and letting it drop down on his cock. His hand stroked his dick quickly before he once again was poking at your entrance.

"You want to make me feel better after that horrible game, right?" Jean questioned.

You only nodded as you were on all fours, your fingers grasping at the sheets below you before your mouth gasped apart, feeling him stretch you out. He didn't even wait until you adjusted to his huge size before he was pushing himself inside you like a madman. His hands grasping at your asscheeks just to feel upon you a little more. His thrusts weren't the usual slow and passionate filled; they were harsher. He was genuinely fucking you like he hated you. It was your fault that the team was two points short of going to the play for the Stanley Cup. You could only let out poor pathetic moans, moaning out for Jean.

"That's a good fuckin' girl; you're taking my dick so well," Jean uttered as his hips bucked forward into the plush of your ass. His eyes glowed excitedly at the sight of your pretty pussy, swallowing him with each thrust. The mixture of your wetness and the spit he coated on his coat was imprinted on your thighs like a nasty masterpiece.

He had one hand holding your back down while the other was grasping at the hockey jersey with his last name on it. He gripped the jersey severely to have some form of control over his brass thrusts. Ignoring your whimpers for him to slow down, or you would cum.

"Don't cum." Jean uttered out.

His words were more like a command, a dangerous warning you wanted to poke at until he exploded.

"Please Jean..." You whined into the pillow, which at this point was stained with your own drool and tears.

"What did I say, hm?" He questioned. His right hand slapped at your ass cheek causing you to let out a whine.

"Don't...cum," You hiccupped between moans.

Jean would only hum in agreement. His hips irrationally bottomed inside your dripping cunt before he pinned your arms behind your back. His tight grip on you caused you to chew at your lip as if it were some chew toy. "We'll cum together like it's supposed to fuckin' be," He commented.

You felt so lightheaded at the intense amount of stimulation upon your body. Your limbs felt like they were screaming for you to relax, and the burning sensation that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach was ready to burst.

Jean's hold he had on your folded arms only grew tight with each shove forward into your pussy. He could feel his balls grow heavy each time he tapped at that one spot that caused your eyes to cruise in the back of your head. Jean's eyes were shifted closed as he was so pussy drunk, the harsh groan that grumbled off the back of his neck caused his Adam's apple to move. His thick white cum filled you up to the brim as you moaned through the sensation. Jean brought the ends of his wifebeater up to his teeth, nibbling at the ends as he rocked you on his cock slowly. He could feel your pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him of every droplet of his cum. His brown hues practically glistened at the creamy sight of a white ring around his cock with each slow thrust.

When he pulled out slowly, letting the hold he had on you go and watching you collapse breathlessly on your stomach. His fingers combed through his hair, which seemed to stick to his forehead due to the intense workout.

"I feel much better now, baby, thank you."

[elliesappetite]

Doctor Williams is in the house (Inspired by Grey's Anatomy) - Prologue

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Doctor Ellie Williams x surgical intern reader

Rating: 18+ (Age Gap - Ellie is 38, Reader is 28)

Summary: you slept with Ellie Williams after a night out. You're a surgical intern, what could possibly go wrong? (Doctor AU)

a/n: hello!! it's been a while but i've been so busy that i just haven't had time to sit down and write! But i'm here now! Also i'm no doctor so there will be inaccuracies but i'm trying to make it accurate!!

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The game. They say either a person has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand...I'm kinda screwed.

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It feels like just yesterday when you were buried under a mountain of textbooks, your nights filled with tears and sleeplessness, all in pursuit of passing the board certification exam. All those gruelling hours have finally paid off.

Now, here you are at the bar, surrounded by your old friends Jess, Micah, and Lily, celebrating your new role as a surgical intern at St. David’s North Austin Medical Center in Austin, Texas.

“I still can’t believe you’re actually a surgeon!” Micah exclaims with a grin, giving you a playful punch on the arm. You chuckle, shaking your head. “And I can’t believe you’re back from the big city of Seattle, man we missed you.” Jess adds, you give her a smile in return.

“I’m not a surgeon yet, just a surgical intern. I still have a year to go before I’m official,” you correct Micah as the man just shrugs. “Still, that’s really impressive. I don’t think I could ever be a surgeon.”

“Yeah, because you’re not exactly known for your brains, Micah,” Lily teases, taking a sip of her beer. “She’s smarter than all of us put together.”

“I’m not that dumb,” Micah protests, but his voice trails off as Jess speaks up.

“You know what we should do? We should get you laid.” Jess’s suggestion raises an eyebrow. “And why should I do that?” you ask, nursing your half-finished vodka-cranberry.

“You haven’t been with anyone since Esther dumped you for that guy, what was his name? Denver?” Jess teases. “Dallas,” you correct her with a raised eyebrow. “Right, Dallas. Who does that?”

Rolling your eyes, you watch Lily chime in, “I think I need to find someone too. Ever since the whole mess with my parents, I definitely need to get out there.” She starts scanning the bar for potential matches.

As the trio continues their banter, you let your gaze wander around the room. Among the diverse crowd, your eyes settle on a striking woman sitting alone at the bar. Her beauty is captivating, as well as wanting to sit on her face-  as she looks back from the cricket game on the TV, her eyes meet yours.

She gestures for you to join her, patting the seat next to her. With a quick excuse to your friends, you make your way over and sit beside her, immediately drawn to the intoxicating scent of her cologne.

“Howdy,” she says, her voice low and inviting.

“Hi there,” you respond, enchanted by her slight southern accent.

“I noticed you with your friends,” she leans forward, resting her elbows on the bar.

“Oh, yeah?” you lean closer. “Yeah.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I didn’t want to interrupt a pretty girl like you while you were with your friends.” You blush at the compliment. “Pretty girl,” she called you.

The conversation flows effortlessly, and before you know it, you’re completely absorbed in her presence, losing track of time.

“How about you come back with me?” you ask, your newfound confidence perhaps fueled by the alcohol or just by her allure.

She finishes her drink, places a twenty-dollar bill on the bar for both of your tabs, and smiles. “Sure, pretty girl, lead the way.”

You both stand up, grabbing your things and heading toward the exit. As you glance back, your friends give you thumbs up, and Micah winks at you.

The night unfolds in a blur of excitement. You barely remember getting to your place, but the passionate encounter you shared is etched vividly in your mind—it was nothing short of heavenly.

If only you knew what the future would hold.

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You wake up on the couch and pull a blanket off the half-naked woman on the floor, wrapping it around yourself. As you glance at her sleeping form, you nudge her with a pillow, causing her to grunt and stir. She lifts up your bra, confused.

“This…is…?” she mumbles.

You grab it with a sarcastic smile. “Humiliating on so many levels. You have to go.”

Sitting up and adjusting her crooked sports bra, she flirts, “Why don’t you just come back down here, and we’ll pick up where we left off?”

You scoff softly and head toward the kitchen. “No, seriously. You have to go. I’m late, which is definitely not how you want to start your first day of work, so…”

The woman looks around, puzzled. “So, ah, you actually live here?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh.”

You sigh, pouring yourself a coffee. “Yes. Kind of.”

She dresses in the clothes from last night. “Oh. It’s nice. A bit dusty. Odd, but nice. So how do you kind of live here?”

You walk past her, retrieving your underwear and bra. “I moved here two weeks ago from Seattle. It was my mother’s house. I’m selling it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You turn, confused. “For what?”

“You said ‘was.’”

You shake your head. “My mother’s not dead. She’s— You know what, we don’t have to do the whole thing.”

She crosses her arms with a smirk. “Oh. We can do anything you want—”

“No,” you cut her off. “Not the thing. No exchanging details or pretending to care. Look, I’m going upstairs to shower. When I come back down, you won’t be here, so, um, goodbye…um…”

You realize you don’t know her name.

“Ellie,” she replies. You shake her hand. “Ellie. Right.” You introduce yourself, and she repeats your name.

“Nice name,” Ellie says. “Yeah. Thanks.” Ellie moves closer, and you back away. “Mm-hmm.”

“Nice meeting you, pretty girl.” “Bye, Ellie.” You smile and flee for the stairs.

Ellie stands there, watching your retreating figure, wondering what she’s gotten herself into.

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The hospital looms large and intimidating. You used to know every corner of this place when your mother, now retired, was a doctor here.

Now, it’s your turn to fill those big shoes.

You slip into a room full of other interns—some nervous, some confident. It feels like stepping into a lion’s den. As you take it all in, you hear a voice. Dr. Isaac Dixon.

"Each of you comes here with hope, eager to join the game. Just a month ago, you were in med school, learning from doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as surgical residents will be both the best and the worst of your lives. You will be pushed to your limits. Look around. Say hello to your competition."

The interns exchange glances, sizing up the others who are all here to fight for the same goal.

"Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you."

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Like I said. I’m screwed.

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[russellsppttemplates]

Do you think you could do a reader who has a fake shoulder which cracks randomly in cold weather and scares the driver because he’s never heard it happen before?

I had to get the muscle that keeps my shoulder in place replaced with a medical rope and screws. So now anytime it’s cold out my shoulder cracks really loudly randomly 🤭

Scares the crap out of my roommates 😂

Note: I had to go and look it up because I wasn't sure I knew what it was (I had some idea because Grey's Anatomy is my comfort show), and I hope it's okay!

Even though it wasn't the warmest day, the sun was still shinning and Charles wanted to take you out on a date before racing duties started tightening up his schedule and make it harder for him to show you just how serious he was about you.

"Ready to go?", Charles asked as you buckled yourself in the car, driving off when you nodded as you caught up with eachother's week.

"I forgot to ask", Charles tapped his forehead, "do you get sea sick?", he looked at you with wide eyes as he parked near the marina.

"I'm pretty okay with it, I don't usually have any trouble", you assured him as relief took over his features.

"Good, that's good - how could I be so stupid and not ask you if you would like the date idea in the first place?", he mumbled to himself before you took hold of his hand and squeezing it in reassurance.

"I said I wouldn't mind surprises", you tranquillized him before you left the car and walked up with him to his boat.

Charles started driving it, telling you the plans he had for the afternoon, "I know it's cold today, but when it's sunny like this, the coastline looks beautiful and I wanted to show you it and spend some time just the two of us", he smiled. He didn't mind his fans and he would happily sign and take photos whenever they approached him, and you had assured him multiple times that he should take all the time he needed to do that and that you'd just stand on the side without a worry, but like this, he could ensure no one interrupted you.

The breeze was getting chillier and Charles got one of his cardigan like sweaters from the room, "I always have spare ones here", he smiled as he helped you put it on.

The moment you pulled your arm to fit the sleeve, a loud crack was heard and Charles stopped what he was doing, "what was that? It came from your arm! Did I hurt you? We're in the sea, I need to drive back to the harbou-", he frantically tried to think of a plan as you giggled, "how can you laugh? Are you not in pain?".

"I'm fine, Charles", you said, getting it to crack again after a couple of attempts, "I had surgery on my shoulder because my muscles there gave me a lot of trouble - it's like I have a fake shoulder and it cracks randomly. It's all screws and medical rope though, I don't feel anything", you reassured him, "I'm sorry if it scared you".

"I wasn't scared for the noise, I just thought I had hurt you and that we were nowhere near a hospital", he raised his hands before pulling the piece of clothing on your torso and standing closer to your face. Your lips were right there, pink and plump as you warmed up.

"Do you know what would make it better?", you smirked, "a kiss - I think it would help a lot", you smiled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[jasontoddscrowbars]

Part 16 of screw you guys, I’m going home? 📺💗

Bruce knows the boys favorite TV shows. He watches TV with them every Sunday.

Dicks is friends

Jason’s is Brooklyn 99

Tim’s is Wednesday

Damian’s is My Cat from Hell.

His own is Greys Anatomy

And Clark’s is Stranger Things

Hell, he even knows Alfred likes Madmen.

Alfred knows what’s everyone’s favorite shows are. He’s seen the history on the search.

Dicks is Hannibal.

Jason’s is The Vampire Diaries.

Tim’s is Bee and Puppycat

Damian’s is RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Bruce’s is Two Broke Girls

And Clark’s is South Park.

As for Alfred?

It’s 60 days in, of course.

He’s got to prepare for when his idiots end up in prison.

[momowoah]

Okay but I really think that the worst part is that this is season seven. Unless they're planning to turn 9-1-1 into the new Grey's Anatomy the chances of us being already in the final half of the show are huge. I'm not saying that there shouldn't be any drama, but the characters should've started to go forward, and yet nearly all of them feel stuck in the same place they have been for several seasons. Or should I say 2-3 seasons?

tldr: all/most S7 storylines were either useless in the long run or recycles. The only characters who had storylines on the good side of the scale (as in, they helped the characters develop and move to a new place in their lives) were Maddie and Chimney (and maybe Buck but he's on thin ice). All the characters are back to the same place they were in s4/s5. It's probably TM's fault. This shouldn't be happening in a 7th season.

(really long post under the cut but worth it imo)

Bobby and Athena had a whole seven episodes for their storylines and yet it didn't significantly change anything about them or their relationship. The doubts of how they are when they're at peace that were brought up in ep1 ended up not being addressed at all. We started the season with what was supposed to be this huge thing in their relationship and it was just never brought up again! Instead they put bathena through distress again just for the sake of being dramatic. And while I'm extremely glad we got Amir and think there were several high points in his storyline, what difference did it make in the long run? Yes, it brought up interesting things to Bobby's storyline, such as more insight into his childhood and the chance for him to explore another side of the fire he caused, but is it going to change anything? No! Bobby will be reinstated in S8 bc that's just how these things go, and I doubt they'll put any effort to continue the survivors storyline. I'd bet it'll just be ignored in the next seasons.

Hen and Karen have been trying for YEARS AND YEARS to adopt a child and they just can't let them! As a wlw, do you know how awful that is to watch? Seeing them fail time and time again and have their family broken up once again just because??? It was one thing with Nia, she got a happy ending, but that wasn't the case with Mara. The best thing for everyone involved would be for her to stay with Hen and Karen, but they blew it up. I know she's with Madney, but it's not the fucking same. Why do they have to go through this again? Why can't they finally get the family they've spent years fighting for? Why can't the drama be about anything else, why does it have to be about failed adoptions? I've seen this enough times before. Why not let them be able to adopt???? Why? I'm genuinely upset abt this btw, probably more than about anything else that went down.

Buck got to finally come out and it was great but instead of taking it as an opportunity to let him grow into himself they just threw him right back into the hamster wheel of dating people who are either not fully into him or who he's not fully into. (if you like bt probably skip the rest of this paragraph but I'd also be upset about how they're handling them if I liked the ship bc I liked the previous bt and they did something similar to them lol) Tommy's behavior could be explained away at first, but I feel like time and time again the show goes the extra mile to make him uninterested in Buck or just straight up an asshole to him? Instead of taking the small opportunities of portraying them as a healthy happy couple they just consistently screw up their relationship? They're not the couple I support but even then I wanted them to be good together bc I want Buck to be happy, and yet all we get is this?

I don't even have words about Eddie, especially considering what rg has said about him destroying his life and possibly reverting back to military no emotions mode next season. WHY CAN'T HE BE HAPPY? We already saw him break down, WE'VE ALREADY HAD A STORYLINE ABOUT HIM REBUILDING HIS LIFE, but happiness is boring so now he has to ruin his relationship with his son too right? It just pisses me off how they go about his character sometimes. I liked that they were bringing back the Shannon storyline because he was supposed to be able to finally move on, but this wasn't about that. No, it was about retraumatizing Eddie and Chris and splitting them up at a time when they should be leaning on each other and healing, because Chris has also been suffering with the Shannon stuff. We saw it in fucking ep 1. Don't even get me started on the Marisol stuff because idek why she was there at all. Literally don't get it. We had an off-screen breakup anyways. She wasn't relevant at all to anything that happened. Why was she even there? I'm genuinely asking. The only Eddie arc that has some positive potential for next season is him dealing with his relationship with religion (especially if they tie it to the military and the way he lives his life for others' expectations), but tbh I don't trust them not to fuck it up.

Finally, I don't have complaints about madney, except for why tf was Maddie so absent this season? The wedding episode was all about Chimney (who was also maybe kinda missing tbh), and although I love him and his backstory and the opportunity to see Kevin again, I really wanted it to be about their relationship, since it was their wedding, yk. Dispatch was also severely under utilized. We did get the 7x07 Maddie plotline and it might've been bc it was a shortened season but yeah, I'm still not that satisfied.

So, we have all the characters stuck in places they've been before. More specifically, in the place they were in season 4/5. Bathena relationship problems followed by a life threatening situation? Check. Henren struggling with adoption? Check. Buck getting into what was supposed to be a good relationship only for it to end up going really bad? Check. Eddie struggling with relationships and his mental health going to hell? Check. Madney in a good place with a new child and about to have an awful fucking time? Hopefully just check for the first part. And you know which question this makes me ask? It's whether Tim Minear is just reverting everyone to their s4 state out of spite for the seasons he was away. And even if it is a genuine attempt at getting the show back on the track he wanted out of good intentions, it still sucks, because it doesn't change the fact that it is just a repeat of old storylines. I actually complained at this before the show even aired, but (iirc) I ended up deleting my post because I thought that I was just overreacting. Guess what? I fucking wasn't, bc that's EXACTLY what they did.

Now, going back to the start of this post, the reason why all these storylines suck so much is not that they are bad. It's not even that they aren't original. No, it's the fact that we're doing storylines that belong in the fourth or fifth season of a show in its seventh season. Even the Gerrard plotline, which is new to 9-1-1, feels like it came too late, because the split up crew/villain captain storyline tends to happen much sooner in procedurals, and for a reason. Besides the fact that this was never really a big bad type of show and I don't get why they are making it one all of a sudden, and ignoring the fact that Gerrard being brought back as captain, especially to the 118 of all places, makes no fucking sense, that kind of plotline is one that it's obviously always temporary. No one believes he'll still be the captain by the end of 8A, much less by the end of the season. He'll hardly survive the first 3-5 episodes. That's ultimately a filler storyline. It helps the show go on for longer, it might even help in the development of a couple characters, but at the end of the day it doesn't change anything, which appears to be a recurring theme when it comes to 9-1-1 storylines.

The reason I have a problem with this is that we don't need a filler storyline, because no one knows whether the show has the luxury of taking its sweet time. Yeah, it has a huge audience and it is doing good numbers, but it is still a fucking money pit that was already cancelled once and it's unsustainable on the long run. It might not end that soon, but is it honestly going to reach season 14? Does anyone truly think that we've only seen half of it (or less) so far? Because I don't. Not many shows make it that far, and there's a reason for that. We have three huge names who are extremely important to the show. What happens if they get tired? What happens if someone gets a better offer? What happens if we're still revisiting old storylines when that happens? Do we get an incomplete story or a rushed one?

The show should be moving forward, even if there are no plans for it to end soon. We have the drama of the huge disasters 9-1-1 loves. We have the drama of the cases. We have a myriad of new possible dramatic storylines for the characters that show development without being too final. Athena could have so many different job related storylines (from moving up in her career to abandoning it), and her and Bobby's storyline from the beginning of the season about being boring together can be played in a good and dramatic line. Henren and Madney have a whole world of parenting issues that they could go through. Buck and Eddie both still need either an endgame love interest (whether it's each other or not) or to get to the point where they are fine not having one, and we have all of the relationship trouble that comes with that. This show can give us new things, storylines that are good for the characters, without losing the dramatic factor (which, if I'm being honest, would not be a deal breaker for me). Yet, it refuses to, and probably not for a good reason, because it comes down to either Tim wanting to rewrite history or just trying to drag this show for as long as possible (which apparently he only knows how to do by refusing to make the characters happy). And you know what? I'm fucking mad about it, and I think you should be too.

Btw, this is not to say the whole season sucked. We got Madney and Henren together multiple times which was great. We finally got Bi Buck. There were several amazing acting moments for both the main and recurring actors. As a standalone season, it was good. It just doesn't work when you look at the bigger picture.

[chvoswxtch]

frank? can I have an americano? was just thinking about the greys anatomy quote "oh screw beautiful, I'm brilliant! if you wanna appease me, compliment my brain!"

CRISTINA IS MY FAVORITE

yes you absolutely can <3

blurb below the cut

order for frank with a shot of grey's anatomy

The elevator already felt small with Frank’s large frame taking up most of it, but with your silent simmering frustration filling the rest of the confined space like a dense fog, the heavy tension made it feel even more cramped. Subtly turning his head to look at you, Frank was clueless about why you seemed so pissed off. Everything had gone according to plan without a hitch. No bullets were fired, no blood was shed; the only violent thing that had happened all night was you shoving the retrieved key card into Frank’s chest when he met you in the alley behind the hotel.

Frank couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, not just because he was trying to figure out why you were so angry with him, but also because of how good you looked. The elegant gown looked like it was made to be worn by you, and the color suited you perfectly. Your hair was in a different style than normal, and he realized he’d never seen you so dolled up before. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t mentioned your appearance once all night. Was that why you were upset? You thought he didn’t notice?

“You uh, you look beautiful.”

Frank thought it was the right thing to say, but the way you snapped your head in his direction and glared at him with fire in your eyes, he quickly knew he had been very wrong, and he was now even more perplexed. 

“Oh screw beautiful, I’m brilliant! If you wanna appease me, compliment my brain.”

It was your goddamn plan that worked flawlessly. You’d managed to talk Frank out of jumping straight to beating the shit out of his target to get the information he needed, and instead presented him with a seamless plan to get the information yourselves. All you needed was the man’s personal key card to gain access to his office where he kept his restricted files, and you’d found out he was attending a charity event that weekend, which created the perfect opportunity to swipe it.

The plan was simple. You attend the event as a guest, innocently collide with the target, charm him long enough to pick his pocket, and make a stealth exit. Frank’s role was to keep an eye on you with a sniper rifle from above, ready to strike if necessary. Initially, he’d been stubborn and given you push back. He didn’t think it would work, and he didn’t like you putting yourself at risk. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to agree to do things your way, and he kept reminding you up until the moment you went inside that he didn’t like it.

But it fucking worked.

It was perfect. You got in, got exactly what you needed, and got out in record time. The guy probably wouldn’t even realize his key card was missing until Monday morning. But did Frank say anything about how smoothly things went? No. Did he admit that he had been wrong to doubt you? No. Did he even acknowledge that your way worked? No.

Watching you cross your arms over your chest while you let out a huff of irritation, it seemed to finally click for him why you were so pissed, and Frank let out an amused chuckle which earned him another glare from you. Reaching out with his hand, Frank pushed the emergency button to stop the elevator, and when he caught the look of confusion interwoven in your expression of annoyance, the edge of his mouth quirked up in a faint smirk.

“Alright, fine. You were right. Your way worked better. It was a damn good plan, and I shoulda listened from the start. That better?”

Still glaring daggers in his direction, you stared at him silently for a moment before turning away to face the closed elevator doors.

“I’d like that in writing.”

“Think I got a napkin somewhere in the truck. That work for ya?”

“Don’t forget to sign and date it.”

Frank just shook his head at your snappy reply, pressing the emergency button again to get the elevator to continue its descent, letting out a light chuckle.

“Yes ma’am.”

[wejustfit]

Non-exhaustive list as to why Alex leaving Seattle in a letter made zero sense

-The existence of the twins makes zero sense. I know the Grey's Anatomy timeline makes no sense to begin with, but if Alexis and Eli were supposed to be five (six?), that means they would have already been born by the time Alex was being faced with felony charges in s13. You would think the court or the lawyer would have figured out the embryos had been used, and we would have known sooner.

-Alex would not have handled the news nor that situation well. He would not have been able to just go on with his life until he left. When he first heard over the phone, he would have had some extension of a breakdown. He wouldn't have just been able to move on with his life, sleep next to Jo, etc following the news. But in the show? He does.

-He knows damn well he was who Meredith had. Sure she had her sisters, but she needed Alex too. It's not like she was in a thriving relationship at the time either, so I genuinely do not see how he could have left Meredith in the dust without so much as telling her in person.

-Jo was recovering from a depressive episode. She was doing great, their relationship was great. I don't believe Alex could have possibly pulled this stunt on her. He physically couldn't. Imagine this set her back and he wasn't there to know? Alex Karev couldn't do that to her. He wouldn't.

-This isn't truly a win for Izzex shippers. She lied. And if she didn't lie, she withheld a truth. Legally she wasn't entitled to tell him, but morally? We know Isobel Stevens is a morally wrong person, but this? And Alex not only FORGAVE her but proceeded to fall in love with her? That makes no fucking sense. He couldn't forgive her for that.

-Alex has a history working with lawyers/investigators and the like. You really think he doesn't understand co-parenting? I know Alex Karev would have gotten a lawyer involved. Knowing Izzie he should have made sure she can't cut him out of Alexis and Elis life if Izzie and Alex have an argument. Thats what he would have done had the show not been RUSHING to get him off-screen. Granted, I am well aware JC left abruptly.

-His Iowa family. Given, Kansas is closer to Iowa than Washington, thats the only thing. His mother knew Jo, was familiar with Jo. Jo also clearly knew Amber personally. And she had met Jimmy while he was still alive. Izzie didn't meet Helen, or Jimmy, or even Aaron since he came to Seattle after Izzie left. I genuinely believe his mom doesn't know because how can he explain this to her without setting her into an episode or a break.

-Izzie left him in a letter. He wouldn't do that to Jo, Meredith, and Bailey after knowing VIVIDLY how badly it hurt him many years ago.

-Back to how it isn't some screwed win for Izzex. He didn't WANT kids with Izzie. He reiterated time and time again that he WANTED kids with Jo, and they both WANTED kids together. He didn't want kids with Izzie—if he did he would have.

-He addressed Jo's letter to "Jo Karev". KAREV. You cannot sit here and tell me he did that and it didn't completely gut him.

-"Our bed". He would never fucking say that. The our bed line? May have been the most painful part of his letter to Meredith. He wouldn't say that, he just wouldn't. And I can say that on good authority because he was my favorite character for sixteen fucking seasons. Yes, even season 1.

-How could he just pack up his life and move to "middle of nowhere, Kansas" without knowing enough about Alexis and Eli. What if they had a health condition? What men had been in their lives? What women? How did Izzie plan on raising them? Are they religious? Private or public school? Has anything bad ever happened to them? Was she ever going to tell him?

-Alex Karev is known for being a little cynical. You are really telling me he handled the news of having KIDS he didn't know about positively?

-The handwriting in those letters is not fucking his handwriting. We saw his handwriting in season 5/6 when he wrote the cards for Iz after her brain surgery. The handwriting (rushed or not) lines up ZERO with the handwriting in the three letters.

-He isn't in love with Izzie, it's stockholm syndrome.

-"I tell the truth, it's the one thing I've got going for me", where the fuck did that go? You lied to Jo for DAYS before you left, aswell as Meredith, Bailey, and everyone else

-His character development was beautiful. Hate on him all you want, but he was a good guy. The last thing he did? Cheat on his wife and lie to his best friends.

-The letter insinuates that he slept with Izzie or at least in the same bed WHILE jo was still at home in Seattle wearing her rings, being fucking married to him. Thats cheating

-The letter passes the message that he cheated/is actively cheating on Jo. How UNREALISTIC is that.

- He left part of him in Seattle 1000% percent. Some things don't fade with distance and I can't imagine he's perfectly okay in Kansas. I think this ending of his was the worst thing he's endured. He deserved a happy ending and did not get that if you think about the logistics.

[noowayybroo]

Give the dog a bone😏(Part 1) (SFW)

Characters: Dogman!Leon Kennedy, GN!Reader (Part 2 will be NSFW F! Reader)

hi ik we're all a bit horny and busy here! We on that grind (in more ways than one!) so I'm trying to keep the story short and sweet I LOVE YOU ALL

Warnings: FIRST PART IS SFW AND GN! READER AND IG SOME FLUFF OR A WEIRD STORY?? PART PART 2 WILL BE Smut and NSFW, Leon and reader are initially friends / colleagues. Set after RE4. Lazy writing because I'm too busy and hate writing no cap. dogman anatomy. Hunnigan exists but is irrelevant.

Irrelevant blabbering that you don't have to read: That title is NOT from The Squeeze's "Cool For Cats" Hi guys! Guess who's a university student now! And guess who's unbelievably even MORE busy than they were when they actually stopped writing fics. It's me! Thank you SO SO MUCH for the well wishes and kind words and general love and support I recieved, even when my blog was dead to the world. It means the world. This fic idea has been gnawing at my insides, as has the shame and guilt that has come with wanting to write it. Thanks for reading. Thanks for being here, you rock! you slap! I love you! And I'm still making stuff on Etsy if you're interested (shameful plug, sorry.)

It'd been entire weeks since Leon had embarked on his mission in Spain. Whilst this didn't sound like a lot, his trips usually took a few days, and were packed with back and forth correspondence (via Hunnigan, of course.) The last time you'd heard from possibly him was a few days ago, when late at night you'd received a message on your personal phone.

"Hey, It's me, I'm coming home." - Unknown Number - 22:34 pm.

Your heart sang. After apparent radio silence for days (unless they were keeping you in the dark) it had to be him. He had to be coming home. You were excited, glad and thrilled all at once. You hadn't lost your friend. Yet, at least.

Days passed. Worry seeped back in. It gnawed at the corner of your mind as you replied to the number for the fourth time, hoping SOMEONE would reply. You wanted to run the number by someone in your team, maybe they could find out where it was from, but then again, you wanted to respect Leon's privacy.

6 days had passed since that message. 6 whole days... Was it actually Leon who'd messaged you? On a particularly drizzly Wednesday afternoon, you sat at your desk fiddling in a vain attempt to rid yourself of your guilt and anxiety. Perhaps Leon needed your help. Maybe, you should stop being so selfish and show the higherups that message. Maybe it wasn't him... Maybe that message wasn't even for you. Maybe someone else needed someone else's help.

Frustrated, you sigh and throw your head back. The ceiling is plain, it's calm. A soft grey, just like the sky outside. And the mundane-ness of it all somehow distracts you. Leon's just a friend, nothing more. He sits next to you in your office, so what? It's not like you're going to get married. He goes on these missions all the time. He'll be fine.

You lower your gaze back to your desk. At least you would, if it weren't snagged by the sheepish figure standing in the doorway to your joint office. There he stood, Leon Kennedy, in the flesh. Bandaged heavily, but he stood there. He was dressed strangely. He wore a hoodie, choosing to keep the hood up, and baggy sweat-pants. His sleeves were far down, covering almost his entire arm, and his mouth was awkwardly screwed shut as if he were worried to open it.

His eyes dance around the room, shyly greeting the few people who'd stayed late to meet deadlines, which you just so happened to be one of (the worry had been killing your productivity.) Once they land on yours, he gives a soft smile and stumbles forward a little, letting go of the doorway which he clung to so tightly. He looked so... sick.

More than concerned, you stand to meet him, arms gently wrapping around him as he just about stops himself from falling into you by grabbing the desk. He's warm, so warm, shivering slightly, and he smells good, to your relief and surprise. You figure he must have returned from his mission a while ago. He had time to clean, apparently, but not to rest. Dark bags lined his bright eyes, cuts and bruises adorned his pale face.

You're in too much awe and shock to even feel the tears pricking your eyes, but you sigh into him in response, hugging him close, relieved. He returns the gesture, head falling into your shoulder as he lets out a deep sigh, far too content to take note of the many eyes on you now. You, however, are very aware, and promptly pull away, but not before registering the deep breath Leon takes in as his head rests by your neck.

Somewhat reddened, you offer him his chair, and he obediently sits with haste. His cool blue eyes never leave you as you sit before him, his throat bobbing in anticipation.

"I've missed you" he rasps, entirely undeterred by the few eyes that still linger, for some reason finding this interaction more thrilling than their stacks of paper. You certainly believe his words. Leon's eyes are wide, pupils blown as if he's trying to take in as much of you as possible. Perhaps he's just glad to be alive, you think. Whilst you're shy, you must admit that that hug was wonderful. And you'd maybe want it to last longer or go further if prying eyes weren't laser focused on you.

"I've missed you too" you breathe, still in disbelief. "when did you get back??" In response, Leon tells you (in quiet whisper) about his whereabouts. He doesn't go into much detail at all, but you learn that he's been to Spain, and actually got back from Spain 5 days ago. Since he got back, he was actually being held in a Government facility, where they ran tests on him and 'made sure it was safe for me to see you all.'

He swallows again.

Concern fills you: Why wouldn't it be safe? What happened to him out there that he doesn't want to tell you? Is he actually alright? And most importantly...

"Why are you dressed like that?" you giggle, trying to curve your overt frown. Your eyes drift over his toned form briefly as he sits before you, comfortably manspreading and leaning oh-so-slightly into your space. You weren't trying to check him out. He was your friend. However, despite the baggy clothing doing its best to deter your sights, you couldn't help but take in his plump thighs and toned arms. His large hands flex as he runs them through his fringe a few times, clearing it from his eyes. He lets out a deep exhale.

"It's... a long story." He huffs, seemingly not too eager to show and tell. You return his huff, slightly tempered this time, eyes drifting up to the hood he wore. He catches your gaze and narrows his eyes, a playful warning. Although you didn't dare go into detail, Leon could tell you'd worried about him and eagerly awaited his return. He knew he meant a lot to you, and you to him (though he wasn't sure if you were aware of that.) He knew you were worried about the tests, and he knew your sudden playful persona was in spite of every other emotion he'd guiltily put you through.

That being said, he wasn't able to match your mischievous guise as your hand slowly and gently raises up to touch his hood. A strong hand grabs your wrist, gentle yet firm. He doesn't hurt you at all, yet you find yourself unable to move. His expression grows serious.

"Y/N. The hood's gonna stay on, alright?" He asks softly, eyes easing a little as he takes in your startled expression. You falter, becoming a little upset. You just wanted to mess around. You couldn't do that either? He senses the change in mood. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he says quickly, shaking his head as he lets go of your arm "I know, I'm gonna have to take it off at some point. Look, there's something... Something's happening to me, alright??" He whispers softly into your ear "Can you get off work now?"

To your relief, you're not sure when, but everyone seems to have looked away by now. Shakily, you nod, and after packing up and signing out of your PC, you and Leon leave the building. It's a nice walk, despite the rain, fended off by an umbrella he'd borrowed from the station. Your talk is pleasant, beating around the topic of his strange dress until a strong arm reaches in front of you, gently pushing ajar the door to your local Coffee Place. It's a nice, simple Cafe that you and Leon frequented on your ways home, especially on drizzly days like this.

Shaking off his umbrella, Leon follows you inside to the booth you usually sit at together. Many hours were spent here chit-chatting, sometimes alone and sometimes with other co-workers and friends. You'd discuss playful topics, the workload, things about the boss you didn't want anyone to hear. It was also here that Leon would gossip to you and only you about his 'confidential' missions, purely because you'd earned that trust.

It was here that he was about to tell you his new secret.

You both enjoyed this place because it was often empty. It's not that the service was poor, quite the opposite. The empty, quiet air allowed orders to swiftly be taken and fulfilled. The servers were polite, and you always got to sit at your special booth. You hid away from the outside world together drinking anything from coffee to bubble tea, and trusting the staff to give you both that ...platonic space.

Once your drinks were ordered, you and Leon got to talking.

"Listen, Y/N, I can tell you now." His eyes are wide, genuine, dancing between your own and your hands, as if he'd like to take them in his own. However, he refrains. Whatever's on his mind, it must be special. Too special for your ears, then.

"Leon... It's alright, you don't have to, please-"

"No, I want to tell you, it's alright. Everyone's going to find out anyway" he's serious, his leg gently bouncing under the table in anticipation "You can tell people, they'll know, it's fine, I just don't want to scare you."

"Scare me??" You couldn't believe your ears. If this was something public, then surely it couldn't be so bad. Why was he scared to tell you... Unless... was it that thing Hunnigan let slip? The virus... thing? You lean in, whispering as quietly as you can, almost only mouthing it to him "Leon... that... parasite.... Did it get you?"

His face drops. His mouth hangs open and he stares in disbelief for a while. You were right. Your face falls too. Was he dying?

"Leon- Are you Okay, I-" You begin to stammer, beyond horrified. You desperately try to form the words. What do you ask him? What do you say?

Once he comes to, he quickly shakes his head, gently taking your hands in his now, firmly, comforting you. "Wait. Wait please listen, yes Y/N, yes it did get me. But I'm okay. I'm fine... It's gone."

What? It was gone?? Well now you're back at stage one.... What was the issue?

"I did get infected by the parasite, but there was a scientist there, and he saved me... But there were these, look, don't be scared please, they tested me, I'm not gonna hurt you..." he eyes you, and when you don't seem to show any protest, he continues under his breath, voice thick and shaky.

"There were these dogs... Infected dogs... and one of them bit me."

Leon leans back and releases your hands just as the waitress comes by to hand you both your order. She smiles and leaves, and hesitantly, Leon's hands find his way up to his hood. Removing it reveals two large, houndish ears that flip upwards as his hood relieves them. They twitch, angling themselves towards you. Furry, soft and golden, they're... adorable. They look so... real.

Once again, you're left speechless. What can you say? Leon's now... a werewolf? A dog??

You knew this change was brought on by some kind of parasite, a virus that controlled the body and mind. You knew it was able to give its victims an inhumane strength, and somewhat invincibility... You knew whatever did this to Leon made him dangerous.

And yet, like a fool, you trusted him, the victim.

That's all Leon was now, a host for this virus, probably, and for some reason, you took his human side not wanting to hurt you as justification for trusting his infected self completely.

Leon continued to explain some of his symptoms. He ranted and whimpered about how he's losing his mind, how he can smell, hear and taste so much better than ever. He described how you can't see it but how his tongue has even changed. How his ears are growing each day, how his teeth are getting sharper. He tells you about how he's growing a tail, how his nails grow faster...

But you? You're lost to the world in your own sense of deep thought. You trusted Leon, you'd already made peace with it completely. You weren't scared of him at all, although you were a little afraid THAT you weren't scared of him. You knew you certainly should have been. Now, all you were trying to figure out was what exactly was happening to Leon. Spacing out completely, his words simply merged with your own thoughts, and you began to wonder what other dog features he'd have. You wondered if he was more hairy, if he'd grow claws. You wondered if his personality had changed. You remembered the way he sniffed you when you met...

But to Leon you looked terrified, and it made him panic. Waving his hand in front of your face and taking both of your hands in one of his large ones when that didn't work. Leon has to further stand up and lean over you, face close to yours to get you to snap out of it and focus back onto him again. Seeing you smile back at him shyly, apologising for spacing out has him giving the most over-the-top, faint and relieved smile you've seen. He looks exhausted, as if that little lack of communication aged him a hundred years.

Once your mind is collected, you sigh, addressing him "Leon, I trust you, I believe you, I'm not scared. I'm just... curious, you know?" you chuckle awkwardly, hoping you hadn't offended him, but as you speak to him, he softens, melting at your comforting words. His ears begin to droop and a braindead smile begins to form at his lips as he eyes you dreamily, relieved.

"...Curious?" he whispers, and it doesn't go past you how he cocks his head to the side like a puppy hearing a new noise. His ears prick up a little, his mouth slightly ajar "What's up? What do you want to know?" he mutters eagerly. It's as if he'd never anticipated you being so calm about the situation, and now he was entirely unprepared.

"Well..." You laugh, "Do you feel any... different?" you muse, glancing from his face, entirely enthralled by you, up to his ears which twitch and flap every time your mouth opens.

"V-very..." he mumbles shyly, staring down at the table "L-like I said I can smell really well... and I'm always warm... My hearing is better... T-there's more but like... well... it's... it's personal." he chokes out.

Oh, so it was like that, was it? Interesting... You could tell by his burning red cheeks and avoiding eyes that he wasn't too comfortable, and so, again, you decided to try and reassure him. You quite liked how easy it was to read Leon now. Taking his hands in your suddenly, you delighted in how his ears perked before drooping again as you gently massaged his hands with your thumbs. His eyes almost closed as he swooned before you, leaning back slightly as if about to collapse.

"It's alright, Leon, I trust you, and I believe you. I know you're in there" you giggle, taking a chance at reaching up and gently patting his head softly. To your surprise, Leon melts further before you, leaning forward into your touch as his eyes close and he props himself up with his forearms, still nestling his large hands in your left one subconsciously. He sighs deeply through his nose as he listens to your words "If anyone's got a problem with you at work, they can go through me, alright?"

Leon's eyes flutter open as you withdraw your hand. Smiling at you warmly, he seems thrilled to simply gaze at you. "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me" he whispers, leaving you grateful that he didn't cockily challenge your ability to do as you'd promised. It seemed that whatever had overtaken him had simply decimated his ability to argue with or criticise you.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you giggling together, discussing what you'd been doing in his absence. Leon told you about the president's daughter. He described the different creatures he fought and survived. He told you how much he'd missed your friendship and how gutted he had been to lose contact with Hunnigan. And he divulged to you how glad he was to be back with you all, his 'pack'.

Completing your walk home, which Leon insisted on accompanying you for (you imagined he was still fearing detachment), he ducked into your home to show you his tail. Awkwardly untucking it from his sweats - soft, fluffy and wagging with a mind of its own. You noted how it stayed firmly between his legs once he first revealed it, matching his flattened ears upon first showing you, but once your face lit up and you reached out to touch it, it began to wag uncontrollably. Like his ears, his tail was golden, sandy and beautiful.

Leon could tell you enjoyed what you could see, or at least that you weren't terrified, and that was enough for him.

Well, you never thought your colleague would magically become... a dog... However, you weren't necessarily against the change, you ponder as you shut the door after him after reminding him to use his umbrella to keep himself dry on the walk home. The question was, did you still crush on him, just as you'd done when he left for Spain?

Yes.

Yes you did.

Over the next few weeks, you bonded more and more with Leon over his new predicament. You'd kept his trust. In fact, he began to confide more in you. He pursued you more often. He walked you home more and told you more about his new life.

...You were sometimes reminded that he could probably smell you, which was uncomfortable, but he was kind enough to stay silent on the matter, and that felt good.

Unexpected by Leon, dog-anatomy or not, he was still regarded as a hero in the office. People treated him well, aside from some comments by jealous newbies, who were often laughed out of the room by Leon's work-mates. Especially you. You were always there for him as he re-adjusted to office life, and as he learned about his new self. That deeper connection is probably what made him hesitate to leave you one evening outside your door.

You could tell what he was thinking.

You didn't want to say goodbye either.

And so, you invited him inside.

OK I HAVE TO APOLOGISE FOR THE BAD WRITING IT'S 3AM I CAN'T LIE MY BRAIN ISNT WORKING SORRY. Thanks for reading this, I'll try and write the smut as quickly as possible. Please bare with :sob: thanks for reading this ily

[archiveofmyart]

One thing I reaaalllly like about House is that it feels the opposite to watching Greys anatomy.

Bc I feel like every episode of greys anatomy is trying really hard to convince me these are all good people and good doctors. Who sometimes screw up because they’re human. Be in their personal life or work and it sucks because everyone makes mistakes.But what happens when it kills someone ?

And then there’s House, honestly at some point of watching it I just went fuck there’s not a single good person in this show, they’re all somehow assholes in their own way. But you know what? Every episode it’s given me a reason to believe they’re good inside, that, yes, they screw up (a lot) but in the end they’re all working towards something good.So I love every single one of those asshats even though every single time they got hit they definitely deserved it.

In simpler words watching House gives me hope, watching greys anatomy gives me fucking depression.

[sylthrein]

365 characters; cristina yang (grey’s anatomy)

oh, screw beautiful. i’m brilliant. if you want to appease me, compliment my brain.

[she-karev]

The Lucas greys shot was so cute,just curious can you do a part 2 possibly. I love the Lucas Amelia link bond and Lucas and scout cousin cuteness please. Also makes me wonder if he ever told any of his add learning of it. ?

ADHD Reveal (Lucas Adams and Amelia Shepherd ADHD Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: Between Season 19 Episode 17 and 18

AN: Hey guys I know I’m late responding to this request but I’ve been busy with school and other one shots. I learned that October is ADHD awareness month so I thought it would be a perfect time to write this considering the theme. Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: Amelia finds out her nephew Lucas has ADHD after accidentally ingesting his medication mistaking it for Aspirin. When she confronts him, he unloads his frustrations on her and their family for missing this.

Words: 5066

April 1st, 2023

“Adams!” Lucas Adams turns to find his chief resident, Amber DeLuca, inside the locker room holding a tablet ready to start the day, “You’re with me and Hunt today in the ER lets go.”

Lucas nods and quickly grabs his aspirin bottle to put inside his lab coat pocket. It’s not for a headache, it’s secretly storing his ADHD medication that he was recently prescribed two weeks ago with Nick Marsh’s help.

Ever since he found out he was neurodivergent Lucas felt everything come into clear focus on why no matter how hard he tries his mind wonders elsewhere. But with it comes a frustration not towards himself but towards his family. In a massive family of doctors how can a kid with clear signs of ADHD be dismissed as a problem child?

“Question Adams is today gonna be a busy or slow day in the ER?”

Lucas snaps out of his dark question to focus on his job that he hopes he can improve on now that he’s taking proper treatment and his focus is becoming more acute.

“Um doesn’t it usually vary?”

“It does.” Amber confirms, “But on April fool’s day the stupidity of the human race reaches heights even TikTok can’t record. Today people pull dangerous and straight up deadly pranks on others and guess who takes care of the damage.”

“First responders?”

“Who take them to us so we can make sure they live to see April 2nd. Now this is a popular prank, The Surfing Challenge, what are the common injuries from a teen riding a car like a surfboard?”

“Fractured pelvis, broken bones, road rash and brain injuries.”

“Correct, you’re with me all day. Any major traumas I have you will be by my side. Now normally I would request either Griffith or Kwan on my service but I personally requested you.”

Lucas looks genuinely shocked at that but knowing his boss thinks it’s a joke, “Is this an April fools prank to psych me for today?”

“Surprisingly no. I’ve noticed your improving work performance the past week, your able to multitask without royally screwing up and making mistakes that only a 1st year med student could make.”

Lucas furrows his eyebrows at that, “That was kind of a back handed compliment but thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Amber states bluntly, “I’m taking you with me to really test you in a high stress environment. And the ER is the busiest room in this whole building. When patients come in, I am gonna point and yell, it’s how I operate so don’t take it personally.”

“I’ve learned not to at this point.” Lucas says as they head down the hall.

“See that is what I am talking about your finally learning, better late than never. I’m either gonna make or break you today so get your head in the game.”

“Yes Dr. DeLuca.” They enter the ER that is mostly empty this morning. Lucas spots an unopened water bottle at the station. He uncaps his aspirin bottle, pops the pill in his mouth before washing it down with the water.

“Incoming trauma two minutes out, gown and glove now!” Amber yells out to Adams who puts his aspirin bottle behind the station by a desktop before joining in on what will surely be a productive day.

Half an Hour Later

“Now you can see why you shouldn’t eat a spoonful of cinnamon.” Amber tells her teen patient who is breathing through an oxygen mask. He has brown smudges on his shirt and mouth that are from taking the cinnamon challenge. Once they opened his airway and cleared his lungs Amber set him up for oxygen therapy.

Adams looks over the chart for the lung function results, “His lungs are inflamed, should we put him on corticosteroids?”

“Let’s ask him.” Amber turns to the patient, “Simon, are you able to breathe without pain? Can you inhale without the mask? Let’s try.”

Simon takes the mask off and inhales causing him to couch violently, and Amber quickly puts the mask back on calming him down.

“Yep, give him 20 mg’s and call his parents they need to know their kid skipped school to eat cinnamon.”

Adams inserts the drug into the IV before going to the station to call Simon’s parents from the phone when he stops. The station is filled with files, tablets and pens but it’s not what’s on it that stops Lucas dead. His aspirin bottle filled with his Adderall prescription is missing.

Lucas quickly gets behind the desk and looks around the clutter for his bottle. He moves papers, puts tablets on top of the desk, and moves desktops to look in the back. His heart races as the gravity of this hits him, his Adderall is missing possibly in the hands of a doctor or nurse who is unknowingly taking speed.

Amber hears the clutter and looks to find her intern behind the desk moving objects around frantically. She sighs at the sight not expecting Lucas Adams to make a mess so soon after their shifts start. Amber turns to the nurse who looks puzzled by the scene as well.

“Monitor him please, I will be right back.” Amber snaps her gloves off and approaches her intern with a stern face. He doesn’t see her coming as he is on the floor of the station looking around the dirty floor.

“Adams I am almost afraid of what the answer might be but I am going to ask, what are you doing?”

Lucas’s head pops up from under, “Somebody took my aspirin, I need to find it.”

“I had high hopes for you today, Adams, it was a first and now it’s the last.” Amber pinches the bridge of her nose, “Aspirin is a dime a dozen ask a nurse to get you another-”

“No I need that bottle!” Lucas exclaims standing up and seeing his boss narrowing her eyes at him.

“Two things, 1. You do not interrupt me again, 2. You will tell me what is so important about that specific aspirin that warrants you to yell at the woman who can fire you with one call. Go.”

Lucas inhales and exhales to keep his anxiety under control before explaining in a hushed voice, “I was diagnosed with ADHD two weeks ago and the neurologist prescribed Adderall to take. I carry it with me inside a bottle of aspirin that I left at this station, and it’s gone which means someone took it with them by mistake.”

Amber stands there frozen for a moment to process before she laughs scaring Lucas who looks at her in shock. She laughs like it’s the funniest thing for a few moments before forming coherent words.

“Y-You’re pranking me, right?” Amber asks with a wide smile, “This is an April fools’ prank, oh Adams you almost gave me a heart attack, good on you.”

Lucas stands there frozen in place with a remorseful face that Amber sees causing her to gulp as her smile begins to die.

“Why aren’t you laughing? Laugh Adams so I know your messing with me, please!” Lucas looks down at his feet in fear causing Amber to frown as she realizes he’s telling her the truth. The chief resident inhales deeply to keep calm so that they don’t raise suspicion before moving closer to the intern asking in a low voice that sends shivers down Adams spine.

“Are you telling me that a doctor or nurse might be taking your ADHD medication by mistake causing them to be impaired and a danger to patients?”

Lucas stands there scared to give an answer that might have him punched. However, he knows silence will ensure his death so he gives a quick nod causing Amber to groan and turn to Owen Hunt who just entered the pit.

“Hunt!” Owen freezes at that shout that he registers as panic, “I need to attend to an emergency outside the pit and I need Adams with me.”

“DeLuca, we got patients, and they need-”

“Hunt I would never ask this of you unless it was life or death you know that and if you look at my face you will see the sheer panic and anxiety that will grow unless you let me go, now!”

Hunt looks shocked by that but complies knowing the resident well enough to see her fear, “I’ll page Parker and Kwan to cover you for the next hour.”

“Thank you.” Amber turns to her intern who looks panicked as well, “You’re with me so you can watch me clean up your mess. Again.”

Later

“It must be a hell of an aspirin to go through this much trouble.”

Amber rubs her eyes at that statement, “Carl you have no idea, just run the footage at 7:13 AM that’s when we got the paramedics with the patient and when my intern put his bottle at the station. And let’s keep this between the three of us unless something horrific happens and I need to get a lawyer, so I don’t lose income for my family.”

Lucas looks down in shame at that comment knowing it would be his fault if Amber got fired for his mistake. Despite how blunt she is and how much she reprimands him, he knows it’s because it’s her job to make sure he does better next time. But even when his focus becomes clear he still screws up. It makes him more frustrated at himself and everyone else around him.

The security guard goes over the security footage of the pit at Amber’s command. Meanwhile, Amber and Lucas are speaking privately a few feet away from the desk. She speaks to Lucas in a low voice so no one can hear them.

“Why do you keep your Adderall in a bottle of aspirin?” Amber asks sternly, “They already have them in orange pill bottles telling people who they’re for and what they are.”

“I-I didn’t want people to find out. I just got diagnosed I’m trying to find my footing and I’m getting used to my meds.” Lucas replies truthfully, “Everybody already thinks I’m a screwup especially my family I didn’t want to give them an excuse to hammer on me more or reasons that explain why I screwed up so much. But I can see that I didn’t think it through.”

“Gee you think?” Amber asks sarcastically causing Lucas to look up in shame. Remorse falls on the resident who tries to mend her words, “Look I am not shaming you for being neurodivergent. Half of my classmates in med school had ADHD, as long as you are finally working on getting treatment you have my support. But you have to understand that accidentally drugging medical professionals is severely frowned upon and could lead to both of us getting fired. Do you understand now why we keep pills in orange bottles?”

Lucas nods, “Yes I understand now it won’t happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t.” Amber sighs looking at the tape, “We just have to hope whoever took your aspirin didn’t take any. There! I see someone reaching over the station! Run it again.”

Amber and Lucas lean forward to get a closer look at the footage. They see a woman in a lab coat rubbing her temple and leaning against the station before grabbing the bottle and taking it with her. The footage stops as her face comes to full view revealing it to be Amelia Shepherd.

Lucas sees this and sighs at this unfortunate turn of events, “And it keeps getting better.”

Later

Amber bursts through the surgical doors searching for the chief of neuro. She darts her eyes around the area hoping that Amelia is prepping and not in an OR high on speed. Amber spots Amelia speed walking to the gowning station looking jittery as she takes a pair of booties before sitting down where her leg is shaking against the floor. The chief resident knows what this means causing her to gingerly approach Shepherd.

“Dr. Shepherd.”

Amelia smiles up at the chief resident before responding at hyper pace, “Hey Amber, let me ask you do you ever have one of those days where you have all this energy in your body and you just want to work out until you get it all out? I hate running so my outlet is surgery which is where I’m headed right now. Aneurism clip it’s nothing to it, just go in and out, it’s like when my college roommate had a guy over oof let me tell you she knew the definition of in and out.”

“Okay I need you to be honest with me right now, did you take aspirin this morning?”

“Yeah it didn’t work I still got the headache and I was excited to crush a stuffed crust pizza for lunch but I wasn’t in the mood.”

Amber nods bitterly, “Yep that tracks. Okay my friend you and I are gonna take a nice walk to the attendings lounge, let’s go.” She links her arm to Amelia’s who follows confused.

“But I have a surgery.”

“No you do not, your nephew will explain in a bit just keep walking and maybe don’t talk so much for all of our sakes.” Amelia keeps quiet allowing Amber to guide her to the attendings lounge where Adams is waiting anxiously.

“I-Is she…?” Lucas asks.

“Oh yeah.” Lucas groans at that confirmation. Amber grabs a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to Amelia who paces back and forth high on speed, “Hydrate now.”

“So bossy.” Amelia sips her water and ends up chugging it empty, “Oh wow I needed that, thanks.”

“Yeah, I don’t think your gonna feel thankful with what we’re about to tell you.” Amber turns to Adams who has his hands behind his head leaning against the fridge with a worried face, “Tell her. Your aunt, your mess. I’ll be in the pit when you’re done, I’ll call Link and tell him the situation.” Amber leaves the room with Amelia looking at Lucas confused.

Lucas sighs before getting off the fridge and approaching his aunt with guilt etched on his face. Amelia is still pacing in the room, “Um aunt Amelia…that aspirin you took it wasn’t aspirin it was my Adderall for my ADHD.”

Amelia stops pacing and faces Lucas with a wide-eyed expression, “…What?”

“That was my aspirin bottle you took only I don’t keep aspirin in it I keep my Adderall in it. I was diagnosed with ADHD two weeks ago and I’ve been taking it ever since, I am so sorry.”

Amelia’s bliss extinguishes at this and is replaced with shock, “Lucas! Oh my god! I am high right now! I’m six years sober I am a mom I cannot slip especially not now!”

“I-I-I didn’t think anybody was gonna take it.” Lucas explains clumsily.

“Then why did you keep speed in an aspirin bottle to begin with?!” Amelia asks frustrated, “I almost went into surgery strung out of my mind! I am in people’s brains for a living do you know how much focus and steadiness that requires?”

“I didn’t mean to get you high. And it’s not like you knew I mean doesn’t AA make exceptions for this?”

Amelia scoffs, “Recovery means being sober at all times it’s not like cheating on a diet or skimping on chores, it could mean ruined lives! God how is it you got me involved in your mess again?”

“My mess?” Lucas asks clearly triggered, “You think this is all my fault? I tell you I’m taking meds for my neuro disorder, and you somehow turn it around and make me the Black Shepherd again? Are you freaking kidding me?!”

Amelia is startled by his yelling and he continues, “Did you ever stop to wonder why I’m like this? Hyperactivity, lack of attention, inability to focus, irritated easily, I read all of those symptoms online and it all made sense to me so why didn’t it make sense to all of you?! Everybody called me lazy and stupid even my own family and your freaking doctors, neurosurgeons how could you have missed this?!”

Amelia frowns at this as her frustration passes and guilt settles in as her nephew continues ranting, “You know I get mom and dad and even Uncle Derek but you…you know what it’s like to be different to be seen as messed up and yet you took one look at me and thought the same things they did why?! It’s not like ADHD is rare and you go into people’s brains for a living, neurological issues are yours and Uncle Derek’s main language! Maybe if any of you had seen it and caught it early, I could have gotten treatment, I could have gotten this under control, I could have been something. I could have gotten better grades, got into the best colleges like you and Derek. I could have been a better doctor but instead you like everyone else in my life thought I was stupid, why?!”

Amelia is stunned silent by this struggling to respond causing Lucas to scoff, “You know what forget it, I’m going back to the pit. At least there are people there that don’t think I’m just another lazy idiot.” With that Lucas storms out slamming the door behind him leaving Amelia to stew in her guilt.

That Night

“Okay Scout is down.” Link proclaims as he enters his ex-girlfriends living room where she is sitting on the couch looking at the coffee table in torment, “I’m gonna stay here until you feel better and make sure you call your sponsor. How are you feeling? Are the symptoms subsiding?”

“Mostly.” Amelia answers in a numb tone, “I still feel thirsty, and I still got the headache that’s grown with the knowledge that I just broke my sobriety after six agonizing years.”

Link looks at Amelia in sympathy and sits down on the couch next to her, “You thought it was aspirin, something over the counter. You didn’t intend to get high; you didn’t intend to endanger yourself, your patients or our son. It was an accident, and you won’t do it again.”

Amelia darkly chuckles, “Yeah that’s what I said over ten years ago when I accidentally drank champagne at a friend’s wedding thinking it was ginger ale. (Private Practice Season 4 Episode 20) I played it off as an accident, a mistake and I ended up prescribing myself oxy and waking up to my fiancé who OD’d beside me. I fell until I hit rock bottom and it almost killed me.”

“So, you know not to do that again.” Link encourages, “Because you know if you do your son might have to grow up without a mom around. A good mom who is trying her best even when life throws hurdles at her. You stayed sober after Ryan, you stayed sober after Christopher, you stayed sober during a pandemic. You earned those 6 years, don’t let one accident mess up your progress. You know what happens if you do so I know you won’t do that again, you just have to know that too.”

Amelia looks at Link flattered knowing no matter what they will still love each other even if they are not together anymore. She also knows he will be her cheerleader when she feels the weight of the world on her shoulders, and she will forever appreciate it.

“Thank you.” Amelia sips her water bottle.

“How are you feeling otherwise? Are you okay?”

Amelia purses her lips, “Well I feel good about keeping my sobriety, I didn’t intend to get high and I don’t intend to ever. Although I feel guilt and depressed over being the worst aunt in the entire world so that’s not great.”

“You’re not the worst aunt in the entire world.”

“My nephew says otherwise.” Amelia retorts bitterly, “And why shouldn’t he? I like everybody else in my family thought he was a mess. He never followed instructions, he had to do everything his own way, his grades were barely passable, all that time I never thought there was something to explain why he was like that. I never thought he could have a learning disorder, and I am not only a terrible aunt but a horrible doctor as well. I remove inoperable tumors; I paved the way to cure Parkinson’s and yet I couldn’t see that my nephew was suffering from ADHD.”

“You weren’t the only one who didn’t see it.” Link reminds her, “His mom didn’t see it but then again I met her so I’m guessing she had expectations for her kid bordering on perfection.”

“You have no idea.” Amelia confirms with an exasperated tone, “But I know what it’s like to be considered the Black Shepherd so I could have understood his struggles better. I could have helped him; I could have been his safe haven, but I wasn’t because his mother drove me crazy, and I avoided her except on Christmas and birthdays and Lucas was a casualty. I wasn’t around as much as I should have been, and he suffered because of it.”

“Did you get a degree in diagnosing neuro divergent disorders at the drop of a hat?” Link asks causing Amelia to glare at him, “I’m not trying to be a jerk I am just saying this disorder can be missed even by doctors like you. Maybe you could have caught this if you were around more or maybe you couldn’t, we’ll never know. What happened in the past happened and you can’t change that, that’s what they teach you in AA right?”

“Yeah.”

“How does that saying go? Accept the things you can’t change…”

Amelia inhales and exhales before finishing, “Gain the courage to change the things you can and the wisdom to know the difference.”

“Yeah that’s right, you can’t change Lucas getting diagnosed sooner you and I both know that.” Amelia nods solemnly, “But you can change what happens from now on now that he’s been diagnosed. You can give him the help you wanted to give him when he was younger. Maybe when he sees how hard you’re working to make up for your lack of attention he’ll realize he has a pretty cool aunt on his side. And if he doesn’t then it’s his loss, what do you say?”

Amelia looks at Link in thought before her brain comes up with ideas to help her nephew and make up for her mistakes.

Three Days Later

Lucas is in the living room of what used to be his Aunt Meredith’s house and is how his, Griffith’s and Yasuda’s. He is reading from his flashcards that Nick Marsh gave him to help him study for the ABSITE’s.

Marsh told him it helped him pass with flying colors and thought Lucas could benefit from it as well. Lucas finds this to be true as the medical notes are easy to read with examples to help. He knows even if he caught this too late at least someone like Nick can guide him through it unlike his own family.

He hears the door opening and closing but is deep in his notes to look up, “Did you get any Chinese? I’m starving.”

“No but I brought sushi.” The familiar voice makes Lucas look up to find it’s his aunt Amelia holding up a takeout bag with a guilty face, “I thought it would be the first step in the Aunt Amelia apology train.”

Lucas is stumped by this gesture and almost wants to welcome it. However, he is still angry towards Amelia and feels his outburst was warranted. Their relationship has been fraught since he joined the program, but he feels he can’t forgive and forget knowing she like so many others let him down when he needed help the most.

He looks back down on his notes and replies icily, “I’m not hungry.”

Amelia is not mad, she knows it’s gonna take more than Japanese takeout to make up for her short sightedness, “I get it, I would give the cold shoulder too after what I said the other day. I wouldn’t be so cold and silent though I would be belligerent and give a verbal lashing that could rival yours three days ago.”

“What do you want?” Lucas asks impatiently, “Are you here to try to get me to tell your sponsor that I accidentally got you high so there’s only one screw up in the family?”

“Lucas I could be 20 years sober, and I would still be the screw up in the family.” Amelia retorts half amused, “And my sponsor believed me and didn’t change my sobriety date, so I am good on that front. Now I am moving on to making things right with my nephew who gave me an Oscar worthy speech the other day so to start I am sorry. I will elaborate further.”

Lucas holds his hand up to stop her, “Look let’s not do this. No amount of sorry is gonna change what happened and it’s not gonna make 12-year-old me get diagnosed and treated. Now I am sorry for accidentally getting you high, I can see now orange pill bottles exist for a reason and I will use them from now on. I’m working out to combat the symptoms and I’m improving on my work so much that even Amber DeLuca is impressed. We can work together without any more incidents and outbursts. Let’s just…keep things professional from now on okay? I think it’s best for all of us.”

Amelia looks hurt by this for a moment before gaining the courage to work harder on her apology, “You didn’t mean to get me high; I know that and I also know that me saying your ADHD ruined my life was a low blow. I should have handled it better, I should have taken into account why it took so long for you to get treatment. And your right things could have been different if you had gotten this diagnosed as a kid. Maybe I could have seen it if I was around more when your were a kid. College, med school, residency are all time consuming, and sacrifices were made. Also, your mom has made it her life’s mission to remind me of my mistakes every time I come and visit so that kept me away as well. I think you know as well as I do that your mother, while I love her is not the most likable person to be around for long periods of time. She can be snarky, brash, judgmental, hold on to grudges and just an outright bitch on occasion.”  

“Hey!” Lucas snaps looking up with a glare, “Just because I’m mad at her doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet while you insult her, that’s my mother you’re talking about.”

“And she’s my sister so I get to talk bad behind her back all I want.” Lucas rolls his eyes, “My point is that I can’t change the past short of getting a time machine we can’t diagnose you earlier and support you when you needed it most. The past is in the past and there’s no way to go back and correct all the mistakes we’ve done.”

“You’re really lifting my spirits here.” Lucas remarks sarcastically still reading his notes.

“I can’t change what happened, but I can change what happens moving forward.” Lucas looks up for the first time without venom instead he has curiosity in his eyes, “You say that you could have accomplished more if we caught this earlier, you say that like it’s too late but it’s not. You’re still young, you’re an intern, you’re at the prime of your career where you have so many opportunities to live up to the family name. It’s what you want to do, and I am gonna help you do that because it’s what I would have wanted when I lived in our pedestal family’s shadow.”

Lucas looks at Amelia with tenderness at this offer as she continues, “Now I am working to develop my Parkinsons research and while it’s not nominated maybe it will win me the Catherine Fox award next year. Assisting me on that could pave the path you want and finally show our family screwed up doesn’t mean stupid. What do you say?”

Lucas sighs as his anger begins to subside with this offer. For so long he wanted to be seen as good enough in his family and now his world-class surgeon aunt is offering to help him with that. It makes him want to take her offer, but his loyalty matters more to him.

“I wish I could but I’m already helping Dr. Marsh with his genetically modified pig livers. He’s already nominated, and I hope he wins, it can give people like him and me a role model to look up to.”

Amelia is taken back by this rejection but is oddly pleased with this loyalty from her nephew, “That is very admirable of you. Nick Marsh is a good man, and he helped you when all of us failed you so he more than earned your assistance. He can help you be the surgeon he and I know you can be.”

Lucas nods at this before speaking in comfort, “Well you’re the first person besides Uncle Derek and Nick who said that about me, if that counts for something.”

Amelia grins at this start to a more stable relationship between them before the food calls to her, “Well the offer still stands but until then are you hungry for sushi now? I know it’s not Chinese but I promise I got goodies in here for us both.”

Lucas is enticed by the smell of food as his hunger grows, “What did you get?”

“Yellowtail jalapeno for me, spicy tuna on crispy rice for you and wonton tacos for both of us.”

Lucas salivates at that before putting his notes away, “Okay but I get most of the tacos.”

Amelie chuckles, “You do not want to challenge me on that trust me.” She sits down next to him on the couch taking the food out so they can eat together as a family for what will hopefully be the start of a new and better beginning between them.

[trashyswitch]

Two Idiots and a Plumber

SMG3 is watching TV when he comes across an old, but now-iconic show: The Super Mario Bros. Super Show. There, SMG3 learns something crazy about Mario that he didn't know! And now he HAS to try it out!

SMG3 is back! Cause I'm a sucker for the guy...Let's be honest... I hope you all enjoy!

SMG3 was sitting at the TV, bored as all hell. He was flipping through the channels, trying to find something half decent to watch. He wasn’t desperate for anything on the TV…he just wanted something slightly entertaining to make the time pass by a little quicker. 

Wheel of Fortune…boring…

Big Bang Theory…not in the mood…

Grey’s Anatomy…Kinda stupid…

Spongebob…Nah, not today…

No, no. 

South Park? Nah…

Boring, Stupid- Wait, was that Mario? 

SMG3 went back a couple channels, and found a rerun of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show. SMG3 raised his eyebrow as he saw what looked to be a baby version of Peach, being babysat by Mario, Luigi and Toad. SMG3 decided to keep this on for a bit, wanting to see where this episode goes. It’s actually kinda funny seeing the low-quality show being played on live TV. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he watched Mario make a hang glider out of sticks and a leaf. He watches as ‘Sky Mario’ saves baby Peach from the dangling branch, and carries her in the hang glider. But while they’re gliding, SMG3 raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw as baby Peach starts tickling Mario mid-flight! 

Wait, Mario’s ticklish?! 

SMG3 tilted his head. Not just ticklish too…Apparently he’s ticklish enough that he lets go of the glider and falls into…A bunch of mud?! It’s enough to make SMG3 smile with laughter. It was a silly little clip on its own, and presented him a whole other side to the strict, slightly violent Peach he knew today. As it turns out…Peach was a little shit as a baby! 

SMG3 opened up his phone, and texted his brother. 

[Hey. Watching Super Mario Super Show. Didn’t realize Peach had such a silly streak. And Mario’s ticklish?! Who would’ve thought] 

SMG3 watched as the three typing dots turned into a message. 

[2 Plumbers and a Baby?] 

SMG3 checked the guide and replied. 

[Yup.] 

SMG3 looked at the phone as a message showed up. 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkaGw8sGyeU] 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow, and clicked the link. It took him to a youtube video of the same episode he was watching! SMG3 chuckled and replied to the message. 

[Yup. That’s it. So it’s true then? Mario’s ticklish?] He replied. 

SMG3’s anticipation turned to excitement almost immediately the moment he saw SMG4’s answer. 

[Yes…Mario is ticklish. Why?] 

SMG3 threw his phone into his pocket and sprinted right out of the room. He ran out of his cafe, and straight to SMG4’s castle. He HAD to find Mario and try this out. If this clip is true…then SMG3 MIGHT FINALLY HAVE A NEW REVENGE TACTIC! 

Yes, making Mario scream will always be a whole other level of entertainment. And yes, tickling is a more childish option…But, come on! Maybe SMG3’s getting bored of hearing Mario’s painful screams. Maybe he’s looking for a new involuntary response from him…Or maybe the curiosity is just killing him…

Whatever, doesn’t matter! Because it didn’t take long for SMG3 to find Mario screwing around on SMG4’s computer. 

“Mario!” SMG3 yelled, sprinting into the room. 

“WAH!” Mario screeched and turned around. “SMG3?” He said in a multitude of clips merged into one. 

SMG3 took one glance at the computer screen and sighed. Predictably, Mario was looking at pictures of spaghetti again…

Whatever. Not important. “Okay. Do you remember the Super Show?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario hummed and thought for a moment. Slowly, several clips from the show began to fill his mind. He looked back at SMG3. “Yeah! I quote that show all the time!” He proceeded to raddle on about the quote Mario had told Luigi about where babies come from. 

SMG3 widened his eyes. “...Huh. Right, I guess that makes sense.” SMG3 muttered. He quickly shook his head. “Anyway, I may or may not have watched a rerun on TV.” SMG3 told him in a slightly teasy tone. 

Mario went starry-eyed. “Oh boy! You can still watch it?! Which-a episode?!” Mario asked. 

SMG3 giggled a little and crossed his arms. “Two Plumbers and a Baby. The one where Peach gets turned into a baby, for some reason?” SMG3 asked. 

Mario thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…” He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to remember that story. “Oh! Right! Peach was-a thrown into the fountain of youth, and became a baby.” a slight blush appeared on his face. “Mario had to-a babysit…” He admitted. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled out his phone. “Out of the whole episode…” He started the youtube video and handed Mario the phone. “-This part stuck out to me.” 

Mario watched the moment with pure happiness. “Ah, yes! Mario had to save her!” He told him. “waAH!” Mario’s eyes widened with horror the moment he saw it…

The part where Mario was being tickled by baby Peach while flying a homemade hang glider…

Mario slowly blinked. “Hehehehe…” He giggled awkwardly. “Right…” 

SMG3 smirked. “I didn’t realize Peach was so mischievous as a kid.” SMG3 reacted. 

Mario scratched the back of his head. “Gliding with-a baby Peach was a big mistake.” Mario told him. 

SMG3 let out his villainous giggle. “Yeah, I can tell.” SMG3 walked up to take his phone back. But the purple man just couldn’t resist the urge to poke Mario’s ribs a couple times. 

“eeEEK! Hey!” Mario reacted, his face morphing into shock and annoyance. “No!” 

SMG3 chuckled. “Are you really that ticklish?” SMG3 asked, before poking Mario’s ribs a few more times. “To the point of nearly falling to your death?!” He asked next. 

Mario kept squeaking and jumping, struggling to cover up his sides. “Noooo!” Mario yelled before trying to slap his hand away. 

SMG3 paused and took a moment to study the video again. “According to the video…” SMG3 muttered out loud. “You seem to be ticklish on your neck and armpits?” SMG3 asked out loud. SMG3 widened his eyes as a gloved hand stole his phone away. “HEY!” 

“Stop-a watching it!” Mario ordered. 

“Give me back my phone!” SMG3 ordered back. 

“No!” Mario shot back. “You’re not my Dad!” Mario’s voice changed to match the meme he was referencing. “Anyway, why do you care so much?! It’s just a stupid TV show.” Mario reacted. 

SMG3 raised an eyebrow. “I think the real question is; Why do YOU care so much?! Was the show correct?” SMG3 asked him. 

Mario widened his eyes as he felt the blush on his face deepening. “Uh…” 

SMG3 sighed and put out his hand. “We can stop talking about it if you give me my phone back.” He compromised. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him and hummed with hesitation. But not even a second later, Mario smiled and closed his eyes. “Okay!” He gave SMG3 his phone back. 

“Thanks.” SMG3 put it into his pocket. “Now where was I?” SMG3 suddenly slid up to Mario and wrapped his arm around his middle. Knowing that the video was now true, SMG3 went straight for his neck first. 

Mario guffawed and immediately tried to move his fingers away. “NO! Hahaha! Leave me alone! Hehehe- Stop it!” Mario’s voice kept changing to references as he struggled within his grasp. 

“Jesus, you’re stronger than you look.” SMG3 reacted. “I might have to get Eggdog in here to hold you down.” 

“You bastard!” Mario attempted to kick SMG3 off him, but to no avail. 

“Jesus!” He somehow managed to catch Mario’s ankle. “Keep kicking me, and I’ll go for your foot.” 

Mario widened his eyes at SMG3. “....Piss.” He muttered, imitating yet another meme. 

SMG3 smirked and pulled on his ankle, bringing Mario slightly closer to him. With Mario closer, SMG3 sat on his big waist and wiggled his fingers at him. “Now you’re mine~” SMG3 teased. 

Mario guffawed. “HA! GAAAYYY!” He shouted. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He grasped and raised Mario’s left arm above his head. 

“NO WAIT WAIT WAIT-!” Mario shouted before guffawing. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Mario busted out cackling the moment Three’s fingers even touched his armpit. Mario squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rather helplessly. “LET ME GOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Nah, I’d rather not- BaHA!” SMG3 jumped and let go, hugging himself and throwing his head back with cackles. “STAHAHAP WHOHO IHIS THAHAHAT?!” SMG3 asked. 

“Oh, I think you know EXACTLY who this is.” A familiar voice replied rather proudly. 

“SMG4!” Mario reacted with a big smile. 

“You really thought you could ask me if Mario’s ticklish without explaining why?!” SMG4 asked as he dug his fingers further into his sides. 

“YEHEHEHES! LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHOHONE!” SMG3 shrieked as he tried to push his brother’s hands off. 

“Nah, I don’t wanna. You deserve this.” SMG4 replied with pure brotherly triumph. 

Mario had gotten up, and pulled out his phone. Eager to save this moment, Mario pointed the camera towards the boys and clicked the ‘record’ button. 

“MAHARIO, YOHOU ASSHOLE!” SMG3 shouted. 

SMG4 looked up at Mario and guffawed. “HA! You’re brutal! Talk about blackmail!” He reacted. 

“PUHUT THE PHONE AWAHAHAY!” SMG3 attempted to order. 

SMG4 chuckled. “What’s wrong, Three? Too ticklish to hold your smolder?” He teased. 

Mario chuckled. “Imagine how the girls would react seeing this side of him~” He teased. 

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!” He finally let out. 

SMG4 widened his eyes with shock. “Uh…Maybe let’s keep the fans out of this.” SMG4 offered. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine!” He looked down slightly and mumbled the words “party pooper”. 

SMG4 smirked a slight bit. “Though, I will show you something else.” He told him. “Come here! And bring the camera!” He commanded excitedly. 

Mario tilted his head and walked closer. “Hmmm…” He hummed softly. 

“Hey! Get that camera out of my face!” SMG3 yelled. “I swear to god-” SMG3’s blushy anger slowly changed to shock as four grabbed his hands and placed them above his head. “Uh- NO! Dude, I will KILL YOU!” His voice was getting abnormally higher with a large hint of desperation.

“Nah.” SMG4 declared, following it up with a poke to his belly. 

SMG3 squeaked and attempted to curl up his body further. But no matter how much he wanted to cover up his sides, he just couldn’t! It was driving him absolutely insane! “SHIT!” He shouted. 

“Damn, I’ve never seen you so powerless and scared before.” SMG4 admitted as he wiggled his fingers dangerously closer to his side. “Any last words?” He asked him. 

SMG3 slowly looked up and narrowed his eyes at Four. “I hope you fucking-...Fuckin’...You little-...I swear-…F…Fuckin-...Fuck you.” He finally spat out. 

SMG4 hung his head and snickered. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He dropped Three’s hands and shoved his hands into his ribs. SMG3 shrieked and threw his head back. “BAHAHAHA! FUCK! FUCKING SHIHIHIHIT!” 

“Watch your profanity.” Mario said in the same voice as the original memed moment. “FUCK YOHOHOUU!” SMG3 shouted back at him. 

“...Okay.” He said in the exact same voice as the vine. 

SMG3 was wiggling as much as his body could. Which wasn’t a lot, but it was honest work. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOU TWOHOHO!” He shouted at them. 

“Awww!” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle. “How cute!” 

“I know, right?!” Mario responded. 

SMG3 shook his head as he kept failing to stop his hands. If you thought SMG3’s face was red before…It certainly was now! 

“Who knew SMG3 could be so adorable!” Mario teased with a snicker. “I’d even say this is cuter than Eggdog’s whimpers!” Mario added. 

Oh god…Cuter than Eggdog? That’s…

Wait! Eggdog?! EGGDOG! THAT’S IT!

“EGGDOG? EGGDOG-HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” He screamed. 

In no time at all, Eggdog came running into the room. The only thing Mario was able to get out, was an “OH FUCK-” before bracing for impact. As a large crash filled the room, the camera Mario was formally holding, could be seen floating in the air for a couple moments like a looney tunes cartoon before it also fell to the ground with a little clonk. 

“WAAAHAhaha! Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit-ohSHIT-OHSHIT!” Mario could be heard wheezing as he felt Eggdog lick his neck and chin. 

“Yeah! Get ‘em, Eggdog!” SMG3 yelled eagerly. 

“Well, you got Mario down…” SMG4 admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped me-” SMG4 teased. 

SMG4’s proud words were quickly shot out the window the moment SMG3’s purple body dashed towards SMG4 and tackled him to the ground. “OW!” SMG4 sat himself up, only to be pushed back down to the ground. “HEY-” SMG4 threw his head back and wheezed the moment three’s hands went for his armpits. “DUHUDE WHYHYHYHY?!” He yelled. 

“Because I wanted to contradict you!” Three admitted. 

“FUCK YOHOHOU!” SMG4 yelled. 

“No need. Already done.” SMG3 teased with a wink. 

This comment alone, prompted a punch to the face to get Three off him. And thankfully, that’s all it took to stop the revenge. 

Meanwhile, Mario didn’t seem to catch Three’s reference due to still being tickled by Eggdog. It was only when Three directed Eggdog, that Eggdog finally stopped and got off Mario. Mario laid somewhat limp on the ground for a second. 

“So…” SMG4 looked at SMG3. “You proud of yourself?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3 smirked a little. “I’d say so, yeah.” He replied. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes at the response before getting up onto his feet. 

The whole group seemed to disperse after this. Mario went back to doing whatever he was doing. SMG4 went back to whatever he was doing earlier, while SMG3 went back to the couch to watch TV. It was almost like the moment never even happened. 

So what did SMG3 learn today? Well, Mario’s ticklish. It’s confirmed by the tv show, and it’s now confirmed in the Glitchy World too. And as weird as it sounds, SMG3 can now rest easy knowing that Mario has a weakness he can exploit to keep him in line. 

After settling on an episode of 9-1-1 Lonestar, SMG3 sat back and attempted to gather the plot partway through the episode. But his attention would be cut short by a text message from his phone. 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: Funny video of SMG3! :D] 

[Glitchy Bitches - Mario: IMG_9087] 

SMG3 widened his eyes. Did-did Mario just send the video of him being tickled?! 

This single video was so momentarily distracting, that SMG3 didn’t even notice the shadowy figure shaped like Mario, who was slowly raising itself up from behind the couch…

As it would turn out, revenge could not have been more swift. 

[clonerightsagenda]

medical bitching under the cut

I don't think people who haven't dealt with it realize how traumatizing just dealing with the medical system is. Not even the pain of undergoing treatments! Just trying to get them. And I recognize that I'm privileged because I'm insured, I can (unhappily) eat the deductible costs, and I'm white and skinny so I catch less flak from doctors. Even so, the last few years and especially the last few months have pretty much broken me. I've been detailing the shit I've gone through with my surgery clinic since January. There's one other guy in the metro area (way on the other side of it unfortunately) who theoretically does the specialized surgery I need. I once tried to get info on whether my insurance covers him and couldn't get a straight answer because of course I couldn't. My mother's now mad at me because I don't want to try again to get that cleared up, then see if he needs a referral, then ask my ortho for a fourth referral, then schedule an appointment for a consult, and then re-start the pre-auth process assuming he'd even be willing to take me as a patient, and that I am instead just sitting here waiting to see how badly my terrible surgery clinic will continue to screw me over. And it's not like I think they won't! Even if they finally managed to file my paperwork they are going to keep being like this. God help me if I need to call them for any post-op care instructions. Several Google reviews detail people arriving for their surgery and being told the surgeon isn't there and they have to reschedule. (Probably not for this kind of surgery to be fair, they also do wisdom teeth.) I don't think I'm going to have a good experience. But she seems uninterested in me explaining why I would rather just lie down and rot at this point than try to switch surgeons right now. That after years of being lied to and talked down to and sent in circles and ignored, just picking up the phone makes me ill and I don't have the emotional energy to pull the knife out of my gut and hand it to someone new to let them take a turn stabbing me. Maybe I'll get my hundredth wind after I've had a few days to recover from a desk staffer irritably saying "ma'am you're getting worked up" when I burst into tears on the phone, I don't know. But I guess it's my fault if I don't get better care because I just don't have the fortitude to keep rolling the damn dice and then having my fingers stepped on. She'd rather tell me I need a therapist because adding more medical hoops to jump through is definitely the solution here. It would be so nice to shove a pill down my throat so I can stop making people bummed out and get back to being a Good Victim who tries hard enough because that'll get you the happy ending. I'm sure that's what happens in Grey's Anatomy.

[b0nemarr0w-is-evil]

STUDY HABITS: TEUFORT UNIVERSITY

Of Blade And Bloom University AU!

Teufort University – East Dormitories – 8:12 a.m.

Red had always been a light packer. Everything she owned fit into two duffel bags and a sturdy, military-grade trunk with rusted latches and peeling stickers from a life lived too fast. She didn’t like clutter. Didn’t like mess. Didn’t like reminders.

Her boots thudded against the polished tile of the East Hall dorm corridor as she scanned the brass-plated doors for her new number. 3C. Her new home. New semester. New chances not to screw things up.

Inside her chest, her heartbeat ticked like a time bomb.

The keycard beeped, the door clicked open, and she stepped into a half-empty dorm. Neat, sterile. Three desks. Three beds. Three closets. Her third was untouched. The other two were already lived in—textbooks stacked high, one bed sloppily made, something that smelled faintly like chemicals wafting from a desk drawer, posters of human anatomy lining the walls above the other bed.

So her roommates were here.

“Hey! You Red?”

She turned around fast, hand half-reaching for the switchblade she no longer held. Old habits.

The voice came from the doorway—a girl barely taller than Red, with blunt cut bangs and long brown hair flowing freely and unevenly, with safety goggles perched on her forehead like a fashion statement. She stood on the balls of her feet, dressed in grey sweatpants and what seemed to be a pajama shirt with the collar cut, decorated with a gas mask.

Olivia. Chemistry and Fire Science major.

“I’m your roommate, well, one of em.” she said with a wide grin, shouldering a backpack that clinked ominously. “I brought snacks. And thermite.”

Red blinked. “…Great.”

JEREMY “SCOUT” WILLIS

Teufort University – South Dormitories – 10:47 a.m.

“I called top bunk, bro.”

“You weren’t here.”

Jeremy’s duffel hit the floor with a thump as he stared up at the smug Australian stretched across the top bed like a damn jungle cat. “I was on my way. I told you in the group chat.”

“Didn’t read it.”

Jeremy groaned. “God, you suck.”

“Cheers.”

Move-in day was already a disaster. His cleats were soaked from the sprinklers outside, Coach Doe had already texted about the preseason lifting schedule (Sundays too?), and now his roommate was some silent, half-feral bushman who smelled faintly of eucalyptus and gun oil.

Mick Mundy—Biomedical Engineering major, heavy on the “bio.” Rarely spoke unless it was to be sarcastic or threatening. Great.

Jeremy flopped onto the lower bed, arms outstretched.

Another year. Sophomore year. He had a scholarship to keep, a fastball to fix, and now a roommate who probably shot rabbits in his free time.

But hey. Could be worse.

FLO PAULING

Teufort University – Criminal Sciences Wing – 1:16 p.m.

“Second floor, end of the hall. And remember: don’t touch the bones unless you’re gloved up.”

Flo clutched her orientation packet and stared at the skeletal remains laid out in the display case beside the department lounge. Every vertebra was labeled in red ink. Someone had dressed the skull in sunglasses and a tiny foam hat. She had a feeling she knew exactly who did it.

Medic.

More accurately: Prof. Ludwig, for Advanced Forensic Medicine and a looming presence in the halls, with a sharp grin and sharper scalpel collection. He technically wasn’t allowed to run labs unsupervised. Technically.

But he was brilliant. A little unhinged, maybe. But brilliant.

She adjusted her cardigan and moved on.

Criminal Science was what she loved. Crime scenes. Cold cases. Answers in the smallest traces. And her dorm this year came with two roommates: Olivia—whose locker in Chem class once caught on fire—and a new girl named Red Van Acker. There’s no way that’s her real name right?

She was curious.

PROFESSOR MIKHAIL

Teufort University – Russian Literature Department – 3:00 p.m.

Mikhail read through the syllabus draft once more before printing.

Week 2: Tolstoy. Week 5: Chekhov. Week 9: “Crime and Punishment.” Midterms before snow.

His office was quiet, save for the creak of old floorboards and the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. He enjoyed the peace here. Enjoyed literature. Believed in the power of words, though he spoke few himself.

He had a full roster this semester. Names he didn’t recognize, and a few he did. Jeremy Willis had taken his class last fall. Fidgety. Wore headphones too often. But wrote well.

This semester would bring more students. More stories. He would guide them through the frozen landscapes of Russian prose with the patience of a mountain.

And he would keep hot tea by the window. For those who needed it.

PROFESSOR CONAGHER

Teufort University – Engineering Lab A – 5:22 p.m.

Dell set down the wrench, wiped his hands on a rag, and checked the schedule one more time.

Six labs this semester. Three lecture classes. Two incoming research assistants. And a full crop of eager second-years ready to learn how to build things that didn’t explode.

He glanced at Mick Mundy’s file. “Biomedical Engineering” was written in red ink. The kid had a sharp mind, steady hands, and a weird interest in prescieion.

“Just gotta keep him outta the welding shit,” Dell muttered.

______________________

HEADMASTER LEBLANC.

Monsieur LeBlanc, or “Spy,” as most students called him under breath or in myth, ran Teufort with unsettling grace. The accent was real. The gaze was not to be met. The rumors were legion.

He had been there since before anyone remembered.

His name appeared in faded cursive on every disciplinary letter and scholarship approval alike. He never attended mixers. He didn’t do orientations. But he saw everything.

That morning, he was watching a silent security feed from Magnus Hall. A slow smile curled beneath his mask.

“Miss Van Acker,” he murmured, eyes narrowing, “and young Mister Willis. Interesting.”

From the desk, a single red folder sat unopened. On the cover: Jeremy Willis – Athletic Scholarship, Conditional. He tapped it once with a gloved hand.

“Let us see what you do with your second year.”

HEAD OF ADMISSIONS: ADMINISTRATOR

Teufort University – Office of Administration – 7:01 p.m.

The Administrator sat at her polished desk, reviewing the enrollment data.

Fresh faces. Transcripts. Disciplinary flags. So many lives, spiraling into another semester of sleepless nights and caffeine-fueled chaos. Her fingers steepled under her chin.

She looked over the names again, the fresh blood.

They were lightning rods, each one of them. Trouble walked where they walked. But it made for interesting transcripts.

The school year had begun.

God help them all.