#the mean girls from high school who became nurses

[ellapastoral]

have y'all ever wondered what it's like in the world of nursing? well here y'all go with this keep dive.

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Omg I just accidently found your blog and I'm so freaking happy, cause there are not enough writer who writes for Deacon 😭 unfortunately I'm super obsessed with him, with an unhealthy amount of fic ideas in my brain xD so I give it a try and send you one of those, hopefully jot annoying you with this (or with my shitty English, it's not my first language, so I'm sorry).

Well buckle up for my request:

Reader is a new Swat member and instantly everybody loves her, with her bubbly friendly self. She's bonding great with her teammates and especially her and Deacon grow super close (they develop feelings for each other but don't want to tell the each other afraid to ruin their friendship, so their feelings stay hidden). When one day a case goes sideways and it leaves her injured (maybe a concussion or something like that) Deacon blames himself for her injury and the next days he distances himself from her, cause he thinks that it is unhealthy for him to have such deep feelings for her and him constantly worrying for her wellbeing. She notices his change of behavior and she's super sad. He starts to being unfriendly to her and being a little bit of an ass?! Even alerting the other members with his behavior. The whole situation is taking a toll on her and she is starting to effecting not only her poor heart but also her health. (so maybe she falls sick, but keep it from her teammates especially Deacon, cause she thinks that after her injury during a case he thinks of her as not capable or something like that). That is until one day she doesn't show up to work which very uncommon for her, cause she's always on time and the first one at the station. They're all worrried and Hondo tells Deacon that he has to drive to her apartment. Well he tries to refuse and send Stress but Hondo insists, so Deacon drives to her apartment. He finds her suffering from a very high fever..... So maybe with a happy ending like Deacon regrets his shitty behavior, she instantly cries when she recognizes him in her feverish state, asking him why he hates her suddenly, which is now breaking his heart. He cares for her and nurses her back to health, or at first tries to bring her fever down. Later he confesses why he was an asshole.

Soooorry it's so long. There's so pressure for you to write this. Maybe you just want to use some ideas? Well I would be so happy.

Please take care lovely

Here you go, hope you enjoy!

“Nice!” Luca exclaimed as the team watched you send rounds down range from your firearm.

With the increase in officer related shootings, LAPD had decided to provide each team a SWAT medic and you were the newest member of 20 squad. 

“Who knew girls can shoot?” You heard Deacon asked. You turned to playfully scowl at him and noticed him wink at you. 

“Better watch it, Kay, or I’ll show you just how good I really am.” 

You had been a part of the team for just over two months and they were the best guys you had ever worked with in your career. You truly became a part of their family – you had their backs and they had yours. There was one that was different though. 

David Kay. 

You had noticed him watching you on more than one occasion, stealing winks from you, sharing small, flirtatious smiles. You weren’t sure if your attraction to him was mutual or not, but if you had to guess, you would say yes. However, you didn’t want to complicate anything by dating one of your teammates and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had developed with Deacon. You assumed Deacon adopted the same mindset because he never brought it up either. 

However, that didn’t mean your flirting with each other fell on blind eyes. 

The entire team noticed it and often gave you both shit over it. 

You both were in the middle of denying another teasing round of friends with benefits accusations from your teammates when you were dispatched to a school shooting. 

The mood immediately sobered up as all of you put on your gear and grabbed your bags and firearms. The ride to the school in Black Betty was quiet minus updates from Hondo. 

“Stay liquid, guys,” He told the team as you pulled up on scene. 

There were multiple reports of injured children inside of the school. 

This call was all yours. 

It was going to be your job to go inside and assess each injured child to see how critically injured they were. It was your team’s job to protect you while you did that. You were going in without any knowledge of where the shooter was, but you knew if you had children, you would want someone to go in and save your baby. You swallowed your fear and prepared to do your job. 

You got out of the armored truck and took your spot in the middle of your team. You slowed your breathing down to get your heart rate under control and keep your emotions in check. 

Deacon made sure that he stayed close to you as you entered the school. He knew his teammates would have your back too, but he felt… differently about you. He cared about you a lot. He had quickly fallen for your smile and your personality. You didn’t let the team’s banter intimidate you one bit from the start. You were quick and witty with your playfulness with them. You were smart as hell when it came to medicine and you had proven to be a solid member of the SWAT team in training exercises and on calls you had run together. He wanted so badly to ask you out to dinner, but he wasn’t willing to change the dynamic of the team by adding a relationship to the mix. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be protective over you – whether you noticed it or not. 

That was why Deacon had taken it so personally when you were knelt down, applying a tourniquet to a fourth-grade student’s leg and got shot by the hidden gunman. His team covered him while he immediately turned to you to make sure you were okay. The round had struck your vest, but you knew it had broken ribs. The pain you felt in your side was unmistakable. Regardless, you threw your body over the child’s to protect her from the gunfire that ensued. Deacon and Luca dragged you both behind a desk behind a wall in a classroom. 

“Are you okay?” Deacon asked without taking his aim from the door way. 

“We’ve got to get her out of here.” You ignored his question as you continued to try and stop the little girl’s bleeding. 

Your voice was forced and you were breathy. 

“I asked if you were okay,” Deacon said angrily. 

“I’m fine.” You retorted. 

You soon heard Tan’s voice over the radio that the shooter had been neutralized. You didn’t know if there was more than one shooter, but didn’t see any signs of one so far. When you got the clear from Hondo, you radioed for another team to come in and get the girl out and get her to a hospital. Once she was safely removed, you resumed your formation in the middle of the team to continue to clear the school building. Deacon could tell you were injured because you didn’t shoulder your firearm correctly, but he didn’t see any blood so he let it go. He was pissed off at you for not stopping and going to get help yourself, but he was even more pissed off at himself for not seeing the gunman before he shot at you. 

It took two hours to clear the rest of the school and stabilize the remaining children. By the time you were done, you were visibly diaphoretic and short of breath. You could hardly manage three words without stopping to catch your breath. 

“20-David to command,” Deacon radioed, “We need an EMS unit to our location, we have a team member who needs to be checked out.” 

You were in pain, you couldn’t breathe, and you were pissed off that Deacon asked for EMS without consulting you first. 

“Why did you do that?!” You managed to asked through clenched teeth. “These children need those paramedics.” You took a few shallow breaths, “Not me! Cancel. Them.” 

If looks could kill, your sergeant would be the one who needed a medic unit, not you.

“Officer,” Deacon said sternly, “You look like hell and you cannot breathe.”

You started to open your mouth to cut him off, but he started speaking loudly again.

“Now, I suggest you shut up and listen to your sergeant. I am not the one who takes orders from you.” 

His harsh words hit you harder than the bullet hit your ballistic vest and left you just as speechless. David had never been so disrespectful to you. If the paramedics hadn’t arrived to assess you, you would have turned in your badge right there. You knew the rest of the team had noticed as well because they were all silent which pissed you off even more. Where was your support?

The paramedics tried helping you onto the stretcher, but you refused it. Despite not being able to speak for being short of breath. You held onto the stretcher for support and walked to the ambulance. By the time you finally made it outside to the ambulance, you were physically unable to get into the ambulance because you were hurting so bad and so short of breath. The EMS providers finally convinced you to get onto the stretcher and they were able to load you into the truck. 

When you arrived to the ER, you were taken to a trauma room due to the fact that you had technically been shot. Your chest x-ray revealed a collapsed lung due to the broken ribs. 

The rest of the team finished debriefing before being cleared to leave for the day. Hondo met Deacon in the quiet locker rooms since most of everyone else had already left. 

“Deac…” Hondo paused, knowing he needed to tread carefully, “What was up back at the school? I have never heard you speak to anyone like that – especially one of our teammates.” 

Deacon slammed his locker shut. 

“Hondo, now ain’t the time, brother.”

The lieutenant raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I won’t press, but I do ask that you consider an apology. It was unwarranted today. We all performed immaculately given the circumstances.”

“No, Hondo. No. We did not all perform immaculately.” His tone was biting. 

Deacon walked passed Hondo and left the locker rooms. He left the station and threw his duffel bag in the backseat of his truck. He climbed in, started it, and drove to a nearby lake that off the road and would likely be deserted after dark on a week night. He parked in the dark and slammed his fists against the steering wheel in frustration. 

Tears filled his eyes as he mentally kicked himself in the ass for missing the shooter that injured you today. He didn’t fight the tears as they spilled down his cheeks. What had gotten into him? Why were you different? Why was he so upset? Why did you getting injured bother him so badly? You were okay and you were expected to make a full recovery according to Hicks. Where along the line had he developed feelings and why was he so afraid of talking to you about them?

You spent 6 days in the hospital, 4 of those with a chest tube before being discharged home. During your entire hospital stay, Deacon had not been by to see you once despite daily visits from the rest of your teammates. It made you mad, but most of all, it hurt your feelings. You really liked you sergeant – or you thought that you did. His actions since you had been injured spoke louder than any words that could have been said. 

Luca and Chris were there to take you home and help you get settled. They carried your bags in and Chris helped you unpack your things while Luca cooked supper for the three of you. Chris helped you remove your bra so you could put on a loose, comfy t-shirt. Being the only females on the squad left you two comfortable around each other. 

“That is one hell of a bruise, babe.” She said as she looked at your black and purple side. 

You had to agree – the entire left side of your torso was bruised. It looked awful. Thankfully, the doctors had been able to help manage your pain with narcotics. 

“I’m glad it finally looks worse than it feels… Which is saying a lot because it still hurts like hell.” 

You slipped on a pair of sleep shorts and made your way back into your kitchen with Chris. 

You took a pain pill and joined your teammates in your living room to eat the spaghetti that Luca made. 

“Thank you so much for taking care of me guys,” You said several hours later as you walked Luca and Chris to your door. 

“That’s what we’re here for, love,” Luca said, pulling you into a gentle hug. 

You kissed his cheek, “Supper was delicious, Dom. Thank you times a million.” 

He returned the kiss to your cheek and Chris pulled you in for a hug. 

“Call us if you need anything?” 

You smiled at her after the hug, “You know I will.” 

You settled onto your couch with a glass of wine. You knew the alcohol and narcotic wasn’t the smartest elixir, however, you needed to mask more than your physical pain. 

You couldn’t get Deacon off your mind and your heart had yet to stop hurting. Your emotional pain screamed much louder than your physical pain. 

“Dammit!” You heard through clouded consciousness. “What the fuck?” 

You felt yourself being picked up and carried to your bed. You recognized a familiar cologne but quickly disregarded the scent and winced at the pain in your ribs before drifting back off to sleep. 

You woke up the next morning nearly in tears again as you entered a coughing spell. You managed to get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen where your pain pills were, but you were scared shitless by a man sitting at your kitchen table. As soon as your heart began racing with fear, the fear subsided, realizing that it was Deacon sitting inside of your home. 

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck, David?” You held your chest with one hand and braced your broken ribs with the other. 

He didn’t answer you. 

You ignored his silence and took your morning pain medication. 

“Ya know… I said the same thing last night when I came over and found you unconscious on your couch. So, I can also say, what the fuck? What were you thinking?” Deacon’s voice grew steadily louder as he stood up and turned to you. “Pain pills and alcohol?”

You were angry. “Something to make this shit stop hurting,” You spat as you snatched up the side of your shirt to reveal your black and blue torso. 

You could tell the extent of your injuries caught Deacon off guard. His facial expression softened and he didn’t respond. 

You let go of your shirt, letting it fall back down to your waist and continued fixing yourself a glass of water to take your pain pill with. You took your medicine and continued to ignore your sergeant as you turned your back to him to get the milk out of your refrigerator to fix yourself a bowl of cereal. His hand stopped yours mid-air reaching for your cabinet. He gently held your wrist with one hand and you felt the edge of your shirt being lifted again. He let go of your hand, staring at the bruising that covered you. You could sense his demeanor soften. 

There was a long silence as he took in your injuries. 

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered. 

The tone in his voice felt like a hug to your soul. 

“Deacon-” You turned around to face him. 

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted you. “This…” He grazed his fingertip down your side, “is all my fault.”

The confusion was written all over your face. 

“I should have seen that bastard before he ever had a chance at you.” 

You began shaking your head but you weren’t quite sure what to say. 

“You’ve been an asshole to me ever since it happened, David, what the hell has changed now?” You were beginning to grow angry again. 

“Look, I am so, so sorry.” His voice was gentle. “I should have stopped that guy before he shot you. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like I did. I should have visited you in the hospital. You are a teammate and I failed you, but I really should have told you from the get-go that I have developed feelings for you.” He didn’t take a breath the entire time he spoke so you struggled to follow him, but his last sentence hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Ever since you have been on the team with us, you have become more than just a teammate to me. Truthfully, I have liked you from the day that I met you and my attraction to you has only grown every single day. I like you so much more than just as a teammate. I would dare say that I am falling in love with you.” He slowly reached up to cradle your face with his hand, hesitant, wondering if you would allow him to touch you. 

You did. 

“I am so, so sorry that I have treated you so poorly this week – so wrong. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that I hate myself for not being able to protect you like I should have. I’ve been so afraid to let you know how I feel about you. I’m sorry I was more afraid of affecting the team than I was giving you the honesty that you deserve. Please, please forgive me.” 

He looked into your eyes as he nervously chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Deacon…” You said quietly, leaning into his hand caressing your jaw. 

He took a deep breath and continued, “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand, but I came over here last night to apologize and tell you all of this. When I found you passed out on the couch, barely responsive, it frustrated me. So, I stayed here last night to make sure you were okay. Please don’t be mad.” 

Silence fell between you while you considered how to respond. Given the emotions that you had worked through over the past week, going from feelings for your partner, to physical and emotional hurt, to anger towards David for not visiting, texting or calling, resentment towards yourself for having feelings towards David despite how cruel he had been to you with his absence while you had been hospitalized, you struggled to find any words.

Deacon watched you suffer through a week’s worth of feelings as he watched your eyes. You took a deep breath. 

He decided that you were taken too long to respond and if he didn’t act now, he never would. 

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips on yours. 

You instinctively closed your eyes and allowed David to kiss you. When you didn’t pull away, he parted his lips just enough to run his tongue tenderly along your bottom lip. You opened your lips, allowing him to kiss you deeper. You began to return the kiss when David went to place his hands on your waist, forgetting about your injuries. You stopped kissing him and winced. 

“God, I’m so sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, your voice shaky. 

Deacon noticed the tears that trickled down your cheeks. 

He wiped them away with his thumbs and began apologizing to you again. 

You interrupted him with another kiss. You reached up and intertwined your fingers behind his head, softly rubbing his neck with your fingertips. He moaned quietly into the kiss. He grabbed your arm and squeezed it, needing to touch you, but being mindful of your injuries. You enjoyed the feeling of his tall, muscular body, towering over yours. You felt protected. 

“Deacon?” 

He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing a stand of hair behind your ear, “Mmhmm?”

“I love you.” 

"I love you too."

[fbfh]

Hey! Then in hoo it is mentioned that Leo has dealt with a lot of bullies and horrible people since Esperanza died, I could ask for something like him and his s/o going to do something normal like shopping and end up running into one of these people And they keep making fun of Leo so his s/o defends him and comforts him or something like that(sorry if it seems confusing, English is not my first language haha)

first of all your english is great babes!! not confusing at all <33

ah yes. the bitchy girls. the asshole mean girls who have a fucking superpower for sniffing out adhd and autism and other neurodivergent traits like fucking blood hounds. the devils in lululemon leggings and nike sneakers who worship the ground hailey bieber walks on and keep their marc jacobs tote bags full of knives to stab anyone and everyone in the back with the moment the see an opportunity to.

those girls.

Leo's been able to avoid them for a while. Drew was the worst at camp, but she was a watered down version of them - Leo realized at some point that Drew adopting those traits was her own way of dealing with shit, and the more time she spent at camp since Piper became head of cabin, the more chilled out she's gotten.

There were barely any mean girls at MIT, none he had trouble avoiding at least. But now he's here, back in the real world, shopping for groceries for your little apartment you have together. And in the real world, fresh out of nursing school, is Emily. The exact same Emily from the school he went to before camp half blood. At 15, Leo went through a lot of shit. School was hell, his foster family was so bad he ran away enough to be sent to the wilderness school, and he was at one of the lowest points of his entire life.

You don't know who she is, but from the look on Leo's face, the sudden, sharp drop in his energy, the way he starts picking at his hands and gets all jittery. He hopes he can get away with it, hopes she won't even recognize him.

"Oh my god... Leo Valdez?"

you grimace at her voice, the way she mispronounces his last name, and your hackles rise. She looks at you in shock, seeming to hold back a laugh.

"Wait, is he your boyfriend?"

She says it like it's some joke, like this whole thing is hilarious.

"He used to be so awkward!" she giggles, "Wow, you look exactly the same."

Leo can read you like a book, and he knows you are SO pissed off for him.

"Yeah," You say with an equally sarcastic smile, "I had no idea you guys were the same age, you look so much older. I never would have known you guys were in the same class."

She blanches a little, and you double down.

"Leo actually just graduated top of his class at MIT. He has, like, a dozen job offers already." You smile at him proudly. "So how about you, are you... doing anything?"

"Mhm." She nods, the humor suddenly gone. "Nursing school. I just started."

"Oh," you nod, glancing over at Leo and sharing a subtle look with him, "well, we better get going, we have some open houses to get to."

As you walk away, still close enough for her to hear, you mutter to Leo, stifling a smile.

"Wow. The mean girl to nursing school pipeline is real." You chuckle, "And like, she does know it's not 2016 anymore, right? Cause her eyebrows don't seem to..."

He's so surprised that after an interaction with her, after all these years, he actually feels... okay. Outside the shithole of high school, with you by his side, she doesn't seem nearly as intimidating as she had. He's not sure how you got him to realize that so quickly, but he realizes that there's nothing that feels that intimidating when you're by his side. And you're right, her eyebrows are just as awful as her personality.

[vibingandsimping]

Would you be willing to write Astarion x a fem!reader (if it matters) where originally he’s slightly annoyed because she just seems like another goody two shoes hero, until she finally gets the chance to punish someone for their actions only to realize that she’s just as cruel and violent as he is, she just directs it at people who deserve it the most. I just wanna be bitchy and judgy with him

My character was an oathbreaker paladin and the best way i could describe her is that she became a paladin in the same way mean girls in high school became nurses, to basically bully people for a job which I thought was a ridiculously fun way to play a character and thought Astarion might approve of it too

DAMN IT. Now I have to make a human tav that’s Regina George and play the game as her. Curse you.

How in the hell was an Oathbreaker so good-natured? You went against your contract. You couldn’t be so heroic. He knew something was beyond the surface. It just pissed him off that you concealed that nature. He craved to see that part of you. Perhaps it was a fluke? A one-time deal that damned you? His snippy behavior towards you was bred from the fact he couldn’t figure you out. At least, he thought that, until you reached the Goblin Camp. Your demeanor was so much more aggressive. It was a delicious sight. It first started with you making a goblin kiss your feet. Gods, he loved that. He wished he were you in that position. Astarion simply clapped in amusement and praised you for the cruel behavior.

Who knew you had it in you, darling? From that on you were much more keen on acting such. Not towards the innocent, much to Astarions disappointment, but to those deserving. You’d bring down karma and justice onto those. Such as telling the goblin in the Shadowlands to fetch after dooming an animal to the shadows. Usually, when killing you were quick about it. Not one to make them suffer for long. He found it quite boring til you were faced with the option to murder someone thought evil. The way you drove your blade into their skin and charred their flesh with spells was violent and bloody. Their screams echoing as you slay them. He never thought you more beautiful, honestly, with the blood staining your face and hands. You two would gossip and chat during adventures. Remarking those you’d punished or killed. He’d snob with you about them. Anything to feed into this behavior he beloved. Watching you climb the ladder of power by evoking your justice onto those

Overall, he finds you quite interesting. He can’t wait til he can peel all the layers and get to know the true you. It’s almost like a challenge.

[littlemspeachy]

I'll Sleep Later (Battinson x reader)

Summary: After the floods, you start taking care of people with your limited background in medicine. And one night Bruce walks in through your window.

Note: There's mentions of the reader wearing a bonnet and putting her braids into a ponytail, but outside of that reader looks is not mentioned. Also, sorry if this is a bit heavy, but it's Gotham and a massive flood occurred in a densely populated city.

Warnings: Medical Knowledge acquired from Greys Anatomy and Google. Arguing about the ethics of killing, cursing, mentions of drug overdoses, mentions of human trafficking, melatonin usage, mentions of bullet wounds and internal bleeding, drinking, mentions of people dying or dead.

Word Count: 3.8K

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You never knew why he came to you. You were no one, a nobody another working class body in a city where ultra rich people got wealthier. A part of you wished they got wealthier by just basic corporate exploitation. Underpaying workers and jacking up the prices of essential needs to rise profit margins. But nooo, it was through means of human trafficking and heavy drugs.

You lost your roommate due to those drugs. She was a dancer at one of the local clubs. It was good money, you used to bartend at the same place. Ran a token system so the men couldn't outright give girls drinks. They could claim it after their shift or just take the money if they didn't want the drinks. Unfortunately, a lot of men complained, and your job was gone.  

A part of you believed in the Riddler and what he was doing. They deserved to pay. Pay for their crimes and not just the monetary. But wiping out the city? Letting the disabled, elderly, and poor just be swept away into the rivers. Forcing the poor and working class to pay the already high insurance deductions to clean up his mess. If he was smart enough, he would've just assassinated those who he knew was responsible. But noo he had to think he was some sort of God bringing in the next big flood. Stupid. Your neighborhood was destroyed. Because you knew emergency medicine from training as a nurse before dropping out due to the rising cost of med school, you brought people in your home and became a small clinic. Stole from the local convenience stores and other houses that were abandoned for medical supplies and food. 

You took in small cats and dogs that came by your house. Young boys occasionally dropped someone off with medical supplied in exchange for some food. You barely got any sleep, making sure no one died. And luckily no one has. This was you and your life now. 

Which is why you were confused when he came through your window one night. You were attempting to get in a small nap before doing rounds on your patients. 

You stared at him and turned on a small light. Most of the water had receded but with you being so central the streets were still cold and wet. A foot of water still in the streets. Luckily the backup generators were held on the third floor, so two weeks after the flood you were able to use the electricity. But depending on the usage it goes out fast. Small lamp meant less electricity.

You internalized his helmet and ripped cape. "What do you want?" You asked cooly. 

"I need help." He whispered before beginning to fall sluggishly.  

You rushed towards him eyes wide. The last thing you wanted and needed was to operate on this man in your bed. Clean water was hard to come by in your part of time and the last thing you needed was dirty sheets. 

You dragged him carefully through your halls and into the guest room. Your last patient just left that morning, so the room was empty.

You internally cringed but turned on the main light so that you could see better. 

Blood pooling in his undershirt, making the black look wet and darker than usual. 

You took in a deep breath stilling yourself before walking over to your assorted medical cabinet and a cabinet full of vodka. You pulled a liter bottle of vodka and some gloves and scissors. 

A question on the tip of your tongue being cut off by the sound of a walkie-talkie. "Ayo (Y/N) we got an injury here should we bring them up?" A young male voice asked through a walkie talkie situated on a three-tier rolling cabinet next to the floor cabinets. 

You took a glance at the man on your bed before grabbing the walkie with your ungloved hand. "What the situation looking like?" 

"We got a potential drug overdose, a shallow breather, and one whose got a nasty wound." 

"Administer Naloxone to the drug overdose and bring in the nasty wound. Pick up any more supplies that you can find and ring the bell when you get in, we got a patient." 

"But what about the shallow breather." 

You let out a deep sigh. "It'll take around 20-30 minutes to bring anyone in unless your right at my door. They ain't gonna make it kid. I don't know what to tell you anymore." 

The line stayed quiet. You and the boy on the other line knew it was impossible to save everyone. Some days were better than others but, as time went on you knew you could only try to save those with the highest chance of living. And at the moment you didn't have any help. 

"Understood. We'll be back in 3o mins." 

You nodded in silent confirmation and sat the walkie down before going back to the situation at hand. 

"Ay, I need you to stay awake as long as physically possible." You said tapping his helmet lightly. 

You cut open the shirt too see three bullet holes and crazy bruising. Internal bleeding.

You laid your hands on his body and looked up at the ceiling before getting to work. You ran to your cupboards and pulled out some medical kits. A perk of the flooding was that the national guard was in and so your kids managed to steal medical supplies at night and at really busy times. 

You pulled out a tongue dampener and a numbing spray before walking over to the man. 

You pulled off a glove before taking off your bonnet and wrapping a braid around the rest to make a makeshift and tight ponytail before putting the glove back on. 

You grimaced slightly realizing what was about to occur. "Sorry, this isn't the most sanitary place. But based off of where the bruises and the bullets are you have some internal bleeding. I'm going to have to flip you slightly to make sure they didn't go through." You said softly, adrenaline kicking in. 

After loud groan and cutting through the rest of his shirt you noticed that the bullets didn't get through and that there were only punch marks on the back. You laid him back down and pushed him up enough to drink a shot. 

He looked at you, pupils blood shot and black surrounding his eyes slowly fading to reveal the white skin underneath. 

"Listen this is about to hurt, and alcohol works as a depressant." He nodded silently before you poured him a drink from an unmarked bottle. 

You passed him a shot glass before grabbing the tongue dampener and you bit back a small laugh while you watched the man almost throw up the liquid. 

You shrugged as his gave you a glare. "I'm sorry, that was moonshine. Not vodka." 

He laid back down and you sprayed the numbing spray on the first bullet before making a small cross over the first bullet and grabbing a pair of clamps to dig around and find the small piece of metal. Luckily that one wasn't that deep. Which was good for you but that means another one broke into something causing the bleed. 

You slowly took it out and dropped it into the trash before grabbing a suturing kit and sewing it shut. You ignored his groans and muffled screams while rolling your wrist and starting again. 

 You moved on to the next bullet and repeated the same steps. Spray,Cut, pull, sew. Unfortunately, like the other bullet, it was lodged right under the skin. Meaning the third one was deeper and lodged into something that was going to require much faster movements and quicker thinking. 

You let out a deep sigh before throwing down your supplies and ripping off your gloves. If the internal bleeding was due to it being lodged in the small intestine, then as soon as you cut it open blood was going to pour, and because you weren't an actual hospital you had no suction. So, the next best things were some tampons, a syringe, and some extra lap pads. You also dragged over a floor lamp with an LED light that you had before the flood for extra lighting. 

You sat the supplies down on him lap, before grabbing a new pair of gloves. "This is gonna hurt. I am so sorry but you're going to get lead poisoning if I leave this in you." 

He stared at you with blank eyes before nodding and grasping the side of the bed. You touched the massive bruise gently just to confirm that there was bleeding and when he let out a loud groan you knew you had to act fast. 

And acting fast you did. Stuffed in the lap pads and sucked all the lose blood that you could. Cursed to high hell and managed to do the best you could do with internal sutures and a tampon, closing him up and throwing your gloves and the bullet into the trash. 

You wiped the sweat off your head before roughly grabbing the bottle of moonshine and taking a deep swig. You collapsed in a corner trying to control your heartbeat before getting up and grabbing a big bandage and putting it on him. 

You took one last glance of him before leaving and going into the living room to deal with the people the young man over the walkie talkie picked up. 

The next time he came to you he wasn't injured, just with supplies. A lot of supplies. 

"What is this?" You asked watching him walk around your guest room and gently put away supplies. 

He stayed silence and brush past you on the way to your living room and to the kitchen before walking out of your house. 

A part of you wished he stayed, you could've asked him what he's doing here, how he's healing. But instead, it's just short words and more action. 

And that's how it was, for a while. Silent dropping of supplies and leaving without a word. A small note about updates on repairs. 

A part of you was deeply thankful, but another part was curious, almost too curious. So, you set up a small trap. Well not really a trap, you were just going to sit in your living room until he came. And come he did. 

He came in again, 4.30 am sharp. Bags of an assortment of things. He acknowledged you sitting on the couch and headed towards your guest room. 

"You can't go in there, someone there's some people grieving, and I want to leave them alone." You said to his back.  

He paused hand inches away from the door handle before dropping it back to his side. Silence filling the apartment before bootsteps made their way into your kitchen. 

"You need to get sleep, there's people out there that might need your help." He stated deadpanned. His voice rough and raspy sounding like it was the first time he used it all day. 

"Why did you come here that night. You're a hero to Gotham. You could've gone to anyone." You asked, eyes never moving from his dark figure. 

"I've listened to your conversations with the boy, Pedro, I knew you wouldn't ask questions. I know you still don't." He said still busying himself with the mix of supplies he brought. 

"I could've killed you." 

"Yet you didn't, you saved me. I healed. You have good hands; the scars are almost fully healed." He said voice softer. 

"You know some think it's your fault," You stated plainly. "Some think you caused it. You were working with the Riddler to get a name out for yourself." 

He stopped his movements and stared at you. He grit his teeth causing his jaw to flare but remained silent. "Do you believe that?" 

"No. But I do think you're hiding. No one around here has enough money to be walking around with that kind of armor. Because why would a crazy man be so obsessed over you? As far as I'm concern you've done no wrong. Except for not killing him." 

"Killing him and anyone else is not my job. It's not my position to do so." He responded.

"Oh, but he's in the position to do so. Why because he's angry at a couple of some dead rich couple?" You argued back, walking towards the bar counter in your kitchen. 

"He's mentally deranged, but ultimately he should be tried. It is not my judgement to decided that." 

"Oh, the same judges that have been bought out by the same fuckers in drug pushing and human trafficking. Get the fuck out of here." You said angrily. A part of you was happy that there was a kitchen island separating you two. 

"So do you agree with him?" He said slamming down a can of corn. His voice stayed even but the slam said otherwise. 

"No, I think he's some deranged lunatic white boy, who just like you are playing God, the only difference is one person is stupid enough to think that killing everyone was a great fucking solution and the other being some rich white boy believing in a system that put us in this situation in the first place! Do you know how many people have died in this house? That guest room belonged to my best friend that was killed because someone thought it would be funny to slip drugs into her drink. And now I-" You stopped quickly, your breath coming out in shudders and tears threatening to fall. 

You looked up at the ceiling to attempt to make the tears not fall. "She died due to the floods. We couldn't get to the Narcan in time, and she stopped breathing. We couldn't get her upstairs fast enough and I couldn't carry her and by the time I managed to get back downstairs her body was already under the water. We were supposed to make it, she was dancing to pay her way through nursing school. The only good thing about Gotham is the hospital, but it takes the most expensive schooling to get there. So no, I do wish that you killed him, I wished that you forced him to see all the suffering then forced him to drown the way many others did. You don't get to decide to kill hundreds if not thousands then get to see justice." You spat before angrily wiping the tears that came down your face. 

He stayed and stared at you before walking around the corner and doing something even unfamiliar to him and hugged you. It wasn't tight, it wasn't loose, but it was just enough. He gently grabbed a walkie talkie and a random bottle you had sitting by the door before leading you outside your apartment and up the stairs. A part of you wanted to protest but another part just didn't care anymore. So, you followed him up to the rooftop. The two of you walked to the center of the roof before sitting down. 

The brisk air filling your lungs and bones, the odd dark blue lighting up the sky and prepping for the day. 

Brue took off his cap and sat it on your shoulders before handing you the bottle.  You took it and glanced sideways at the man. 

"I can't I have people to deal with. Care never ends." You said shaking your head and placing the bottle down beside you. 

"You need to rest (Y/N). No one can heal that many people and stay sane or healthy." He said softly looking at you. Blue eyes somehow brighter in the light of the early morning. 

"And do you rest? Mr. Super-Hero," You asked back looking into his eyes, a battle of who would look away first commencing. "I see your eye bags, your bruises that have been there for weeks. You know if you rested properly, you would be able to heal faster." 

He continued looking into your eyes before breaking away. "Gotham never sleeps and neither do I." 

"Welp, I guess that makes two of us. Sick people don't stop being sick, and violence doesn't stop either." You said sarcastically. 

"It's not the violence anymore, it's just getting people to safety. The national guard has been clearing people out in dangerous areas. You would be a good help to them." He stated softly, his voice was so rough it dropped in and out of being a whisper. 

You shook your head in disagreement. "The national guard is just evacuating people. I help the people who can't access help. By the time the national guard rolls in, they would be dead." 

The two of you at in silence, the only thing heard is the gentle blowing of the early morning wind. 

Bruce pondered what to say to you. You were safe with your crew of rag tag teens running the streets and picking them up. Moving you, or recommending you move to the manor didn't make sense. He knew you would argue. You would've liked Celina he thinks. You were both strong, angry at the world. He was stupid to not see this all going on. What was the point of all this money, all the donations. Wasn't there someone in charge, someone to- Yes there was someone in charge. Him. He was Bruce Wayne. The last living Wayne member, if he cared this much, he could've checked and made sure everything was running smoothly. She was right. He was just another white guy that believed that the system could change, believed in the same systems that made Gotham this way. 

"I'm sorry." He admitted suddenly. Shocking the both of them. 

You frowned and looked over. "Sorry about what? What did you do." 

He let out a deep breath, a strange weight being lifted off his shoulders, a weird lightness in his heart he hadn't felt in years. 

"Do you really think I should've killed him." 

You moved your eyes to the sky. Thoughts swirling through your mind. You mouth opening and closing again. "No. I-" 

You chuckled at the strangeness of it all. "I would've probably beat the shit out of him. But you're not... You have a slight point. As angry as I am at all this, The guilt of knowing I have blood on my hands, that I'm no better. Not saying that killing can't be justified it very much can be. It's sometimes the only right thing you can do. But.. Killing some guy that honestly had nothing to do with her death. I wouldn't know what to do with myself." 

You stated to the sky. Your ego too high to look at him. 

"I don't sleep." 

You raised a brow at the admission not shocked at all. 

"I lied. I can't fall asleep. All I hear is crying and people looking for loved ones. I.. I only get a few hours a night. I haven't slept for more than 5 hours since the floods." 

"To be fair I usually pass out, I try to get sleep but it's never any good, too on guard." You admitted grabbing the bottle of vodka and twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a swig before passing it. 

He hesitated before taking several swallows. You looked at him amused. "Drink up babes, I got more than enough to go around." 

He winced and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"I give you the supplies because I feel guilty. For so long I just assumed that everything was fine, and that this city was a dump because that's just what it was. But it's... everywhere.. And it's not just petty crime. It's everywhere." He gasped, a lump evident in his voice. 

You stared at him. Everything clicking into place. Bruce Wayne is Batman. huh.

"I wouldn't take Brue Wayne to be an optimist." You stated. 

He quickly whipped his head around, shock evident in his eyes. 

"I'm not stupid, who else would have enough money to be stomping around in that costume. Plus, all the wealthy people in Gotham are old. And you're obviously not. Plus, your parents got shot when you were younger and now you go around saving people." You said with a shrug. 

Bruce stared at you in pure shock and watched you roll your eyes. 

"I won't tell anyone. Not that anyone would believe me."  You said before chuckling and grabbing the bottle. 

"Stay," You whispered after two minutes of sitting in silence. "Just for the day. Eat something and I'll get some sleep meds for you, and you sleep. Take a shower and go sleep." 

"You need sleep, you actually care for people. You sleep, I can take care of people." 

"You can't take care of people looking like that." 

"Sleep with me." 

You stared at him with wide open eyes. Shock very evident. 

"I mean. In the sense that. I trust you, and I need someone I trust around me to feel comfortable sleeping. So, sleep with me. And before you argue, I've seen the streets before I came in, there's nothing going on out there, that Pedro can't handle." 

You closed and opened your mouth a couple times before his ask started to make sense. He was right, the walkie that he brought with him has stayed silent.

You nodded your head. "Sleep.. OK." 

You shrugged off his cape and stood up with a groan. Your legs cramped from siting on the cold concreate for so long. 

He followed your actions and headed back into the building. The heating warming up the building slightly. Bruce helped your guest bring their now deceased friend to Pedro before telling the young boy that you weren't taking anyone today and giving him the address for the coroner. The two of you watched the truck drive off before heading back inside. 

You gave him one of your oversized sweaters and a pair of pants that belonged to your father that you meant to tailor but never got around to before sending off to the shower.  Hotdogs, eggs, toast and a random fruit that hadn't gone bad was cooked. More food than usual but he was a grown man and you guessed he hadn't eaten in a white. You ate in silence before putting down two melatonin gummies in front of the man and going to take a shower. 

You locked your doors and turned down the volume of your walkie before slipping into bed next to him.

"Thank you." The two of you said at the same time before heading off to sleep. 

Anger and healing are non-linear and painful. But with goodnights sleep and a friend you trust, it's a bit easier. 

[kinzis-writing]

Only Exception Pt. 4 | Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Summary: After almost two years of being together, Y/N had only met Bob’s family once. Turns out the next holiday her boyfriend had off was Christmas and it just so happens that he has an important question to ask the Mitchell girl and the girl has a surprise for him.

Warning(s): mentions of marriage, mentions of pregnancy, maybe a few cuss words, mentions of alcohol, spending time with in-laws (not really a warning but sometimes it should be.), Mentions of sexual activities, mentions of clingy ex.

Series Masterlist: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four 

*Not Edited!* 

*Not my Gif! sorry if I wasn’t suppose to use it.* *Also I got the names of Bob’s family from another post I saw on Tumblr. I am not trying to copy and I would definitely give the person credit if I remembered their name!* 

It had been almost two years since the mission that had Y/N on the highest dose of anxiety medication. Since then, Bob hadn’t been on too many suicide missions. That didn’t mean that he got any free time off work, but neither did Y/N. The Mitchell girl had worked at the base for six months and decided not to renew her contract with the navy. She had actually packed up and moved wherever Bob went. That is why she became a travel nurse; the pay was slightly better than a stationed nurse and she had a contract that allowed her to follow her boyfriend around whenever he had to be stationed all over the country. 

“Good morning.” Y/N mumbled as she looked up and noticed Bob checking his phone. The couple knew that they had a flight to catch in order to make it home for Bob’s family’s Christmas. 

“Good morning.” Bob replied sitting his phone down and turning his attention towards his girlfriend. “How’d you sleep?” he asked softly as his hand rubbed up and down y/n’s arm. 

“Amazing.” She mumbled as she sat up slightly to lean over his body, the sheet going with her to keep her naked body hidden from the morning air. “I needed all of that last night.” she mumbled as she leaned closer to his lips. “The shared bath, the massage, the orgasms, just being with you.” she murmured before gently pressing her lips to her boyfriend’s. 

“I’m glad I could help you relax.” He whispered once the two pulled out of their kiss. “We have to get ready if we’re going to make it to the airport on time.” he mumbled. 

Y/N nodded before sitting up fully and getting out of bed. She grabbed her clothes that she laid out the previous night and headed towards the shared bathroom. She would never admit it, but she was nervous. It had been forever since she met his family, and she wasn’t sure if they liked her or not. Given, it was a short visit so his family didn’t really get to know her as in depth as they would have liked. This time the couple would be spending a full week with the Floyd family and that was why she was so anxious. She didn’t have to try to impress them the last time she saw them, now she had to make sure that she didn’t do anything to make his family hate her. 

“Baby, we have to leave in ten minutes.” Bob called out from the bedroom. The man knew that it would be Y/N’s first time not spending Christmas with her father, she had expressed how she was fine with going to visit his family instead of the pair spending the holiday with Penny and Pete. 

“I’m done.” Y/N spoke as she walked out of the bathroom. “so, for anxiety reasons, who all am I going to have to impress?” 

Bob let out a small laugh before racking his brain for everyone that is going to be there for Christmas. “My mom and dad, obviously.” he stated as he was silently making a list. “My sister, My brother, My aunt and uncles, and My sister might let Elaine come.” Bob stated before walking over to his girlfriend and letting a small smile grace his face. “I just want to tell you before we get home, that Elaine and I have some history. It’s nothing serious... but she seems to keep holding on to what happened in high school before I joined the Navy. I gave my sister specific instructions to keep her away the first time you met them because you are important to me.” 

Y/N nodded taking everything he said in, “So what’s different about now?” The Mitchell girl asked as she raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. 

“The difference is that I know for a fact that nothing can come between us now, I was still a bit insecure in our relationship back then.” He mumbled causing Y/N to smile bigger than she had during the whole conversation. 

“Were you scared to lose me, LT. Floyd?” She teased before kissing his cheek and walking around him to pack her toothbrush that she had just used in the bathroom. 

“Actually, I was.” He admitted before grabbing their bags and heading out to the vehicle. 

** 

The flight was not as long as Y/N expected, and they were in Bob’s hometown. The first time the girl had met his family, she was shocked to know that Bob was a bit country. His family lived on a ranch, and she thought it was beautiful. It seemed so peaceful and quiet, having all that land to do whatever you wanted with. 

“I love this place,” Y/N spoke out as their rental car arrived at the ranch. There were already quite a few cars in the driveway of the house. “It seems so peaceful to be surrounded by nature.” 

Bob was over-the-moon about how well his girlfriend liked where he came from. Given, he knew that she liked nature and there was plenty of it on their property Once the car was in the park, the couple got out and grabbed their items from the trunk. Y/N let Bob walk in front of her because of it being his house and she didn’t feel comfortable just walking in. “Mom, Dad?” Bob yelled once he opened the door and came in without knocking. The chattering in the kitchen halted upon hearing Bob’s voice and the sound of footsteps heading towards the beginning of the room couldn’t be missed. 

“Robby!” A high-pitched voice squealed as Bob got tackled in a hug. That made him have to regain his balance. The strong smell of cotton candy wafted over to Y/N which caused her to crinkle up her nose.

“Elaine, what did I tell you?” Bob’s sister spoke up as she got in sight of what was happening. “He has a girlfriend, if you’re going to act like that just go home.” She spoke up again while rolling her eyes. The younger girl gave Y/N a small apologetic smile before yanking her best friend off her older brother.

“It’s good to see you Bub,” Reagan spoke as she walked up to her older brother and pulled him into a hug. “Nice to see you again, Y/N.” She added as she pulled the girl into a hug. “Ignore Elaine, she’s had her mind set on marrying Robert since they dated in high school.” she whispered before pulling away and giving the couple a smile. 

“Good to have you back, little brother.” Bob’s older brother Sean spoke pulling Bob into a hug and nodding at Y/N with a smile on his face. “Nice to see you again, Y/N. We’ll get to know more about each other during your stay.” He added before heading back into 

“I’ll take our bags to my old room.” Bob spoke as he picked up all the bags. “where’s mom and dad?” he asked his sister as he passed her.

“They went to the store for last minute items that mom forgot she needed.” Reagan spoke as she followed behind Bob but turned into the kitchen instead of going to his old bedroom.

“So your Y/N? The girl that everyone talks so highly about?” Elaine asked like she was trying to size the girl up.

“I guess so.” The Mitchell girl replied before heading in the direction where Bob went.

“Don’t be fooled,” Elaine started causing Y/N to roll her eyes but she stopped to face the desperate girl anyway. “Bob promised me a future too.” She stated before prancing off into the kitchen.

Y/N walked into Bob’s old room where he was putting his clothes away in his old closet. The younger girl was rubbing her temples before plopping down on her boyfriend’s bed. “What’s up?” Bob sighed as he stopped what he was doing and joined his girl on the bed.

“You really did a number on Elaine, huh?” Y/N muttered while she laid her head over on Bob’s shoulder. The jet lag was starting to set in, and the annoying voice of the girl downstairs was making the girl have a headache.

“Believe it or not we weren’t that serious. We dated for like four months and then I graduated and decided to go to the navy. She begged for me to marry her so she could say she was married to someone in the military.” Bob explained as he laid his head over on hers. “I didn’t see a point in marriage. I tried to love her but I couldn’t.”

“What about now?” Y/N asked quietly as her nerves set in. The couple hadn’t really talked much about marriage, but they had painted a picture of their future together. “Your view on marriage, I mean.” She whispered.

“I see us getting married.” He answered softly as his hand grabbed hers “I’ve never loved someone as deeply as I love you. Even if we broke up now, you’ve already ruined me, Y/N.”

Y/N let out a small huff and snort mix, “yeah right, bobby.” she muttered as she glanced up at him and noticed his blue eyes staring a hole through her. “I promise you that I am not that special, there are millions of girls out there better than me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” The wso replied as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his girl’s lips. The couple heard the door open, and voices pick up. The shuffling around and sound of grocery bags were enough to make Bob grab Y/N’s hand and head out of his room 

“We noticed the car in the driveway, did Bob and Y/N get here?” A sweet lady’s voice asked as Bob’s siblings started talking amongst themselves.

“We made it about 30 minutes ago.” Bob spoke up as he walked into the kitchen with the Mitchell girl’s hand intertwined with his. Irene and Joe walked over to hug their son before Irene pulled Y/N into her embrace. 

“It’s so great to see you, honey.” Irene smiled as she pulled away from the hug she started. “I hope my son’s been treating you right.” She stated with a knowing look. Some how her statement sounded like a question in a way. 

“He’s been great, perfect, really.” the Mitchell girl spoke as her cheeks got a bit red. She never liked being put on the spot and knowing that this Christmas will determine if Bob’s family likes her was enough to make her double check herself. 

The rest of the evening was spent with Bob and his family catching up. Irene getting to know Y/N before the girl excused herself after dinner and headed to bed. Claiming the Jet lag had gotten ahold of her but she’d be up for more bonding time tomorrow. 

“I can come with you.” Bob offered starting to stand up before she ushered him to sit back down. 

“No, spend time with your family.” Y/N insisted. “You can come to bed later. I’m just going to call my dad and tell him that I made it, before going to sleep.” She assured. 

That’s what the girl did, she went to Bob’s old room and called Pete so he wouldn’t worry from not hearing from the girl. After talking to her father she had laid in bed and slowly drifted off to sleep. Bob had come to bed around 10 pm and carefully climbed in his bed to not wake up his girl. 

*2 Days Later*

Over the last two days the Floyd household had gotten pretty full. It was now Christmas Eve and everyone was getting ready for the evening dinner and then the first round of presents. The second round of presents would come tomorrow morning, something that Bob’s aunt and uncles came up with to encourage their kids to go to bed early. 

“Mrs. Floyd, I can help you if you want to go open presents with your kids.” Y/N offered as she stepped into the kitchen. Bob’s aunt and uncle were trying to settle everyone down. “I can hold the food down until you get done.” she explained a bit better as she walked over to where she was fixing a pre-dinner. Something that Y/N didn’t know about, the fact that they have a big dinner on Christmas and a medium dinner the night before. She wasn’t used to big dinners, honestly. 

“No, Hunny, they can wait. You have to open your presents too.” Bob’s mom told the younger girl as she started on her potatoes. “and please, call me Irene.” 

Y/N was confused about why she would have presents under the tree. She had only met Bob’s family once before this and they only stayed for a day. No one really got to meet her and get to know her. “Bob and I aren’t exchanging gifts until in the morning. So I can really take it off your hands.” She offered again softly. 

Irene gave the girl a smile. “Did you know that you are the first girl that Robert has ever brought home since he joined the navy? He’s told us about a few girlfriends but later he ended up telling us that he didn’t see a future with them.” Y/N’s shocked expression stayed on her face for a moment before she came to her senses. “That tells me that you’re important to my son and so Joe and I bought you a few presents too. We never like anyone to feel left out.” 

The Mitchell girl felt herself blush before glancing through the door into the living room. Bob was in there playing with some of the kids that had showed up this morning. They were his cousins and she heard him apologize not knowing that his entire family would be here and not just the usual. Y/N understood, he was home from the Navy and that wasn’t a common thing. “I love him, a lot.” She spoke up as Bob met her eyes and gave her a smile. She finally turned around towards her boyfriend’s mom again and let Bob go back to what he was doing. “I hate to ask and I trust Bob completely, but what’s the story behind Elaine?” She whispered so no one would risk hearing her. 

Irene huffed a bit before thinking about the problematic girl that Reagan had brought to Christmas this year. The older woman knew that Elaine never stood a chance when Bob was bringing Y/N around his family. Not that she stood a chance anyway. “I don’t even know why Robby dated her in the first place, he wasn’t interested in her. Maybe he just wanted to have some experience before he went out in the world.” Irene huffed making Y/N cringe at the news that those two were probably each other’s first. “They broke up when he joined the navy, she kept on pushing for them to get married since he would be away all the time. He kept telling her that he didn’t want to settle down at that young age. I mean he was freshly 18. He hadn’t really got to experience other relationships.” 

“Was she in love with him or just obsessed?” Y/N asked softly as she helped the older woman put all the food in the rightful place. Dinner was basically done now and they just needed to get the plates and silverware out. 

“Both, i guess. I’m not clear on that.” Irene answered before she turned to the younger girl that she knew held her son’s heart. “He loves you, Y/N. so so much. I can tell by the way he acts around you.” 

Y/N went to answer before a voice interrupted their conversation, “What are you two talking about?” Bob asked softly as he entered the kitchen and went over to his mother and girlfriend. 

Irene sent a wink to the Mitchell girl before leaving the kitchen to go get the rest of the family. Bob raised his eyebrow at his girlfriend as he waited for her to talk. “You need a hair cut, ya know.” Y/N stated as a smile grew on her face. 

“You aren’t going to tell me?” Bob asked before he kissed her cheek. 

“Not a chance, Lt.” The girl laughed as the family started gathering in the kitchen to get ready to eat. 

* 

“I’m sorry my family went all out on those gifts,” Bob sighed as he ran a hand over his face. “I didn’t tell them what you liked so if you don’t like them, then we can do something.” 

“Babe, it’s the thought that counts. But they were lovely.” Y/N honestly wasn’t expecting to receive what she did from the Floyd family. You could tell that they spent the same money on you as they did Bob, which was crazy since he was their son. “I love you, you know.” She told him even though she knew that he knew how she felt.

“I love you.” Bob mumbled before pressing his lips to hers.

**

The couple woke up to the smell of lunch already cooking. Y/N could smell the ham and turkey baking as she looked over at the clock on bobs nightstand. 10:49 lit up in big red letters causing the girl to furrow her eyebrows at how she slept so long. “Bobby.” She whispered as she turned around in his arms so she was facing him. “Babe.” She mumbled again.

“Mhm?” He questioned as he stretched. The sheet falling down his shirtless chest, evidence of their previous activities. “Is it really 10:52?” He asked as his eyes caught the clock.

“That’s why I was trying to wake you.” Y/N mumbled as she got out of bed and put her undergarments back on and grabbed her outfit for Christmas out of her bag. “I have to put on light makeup, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Bob got ready and headed down to his family that was waiting in the kitchen and living room. Y/N quickly put her makeup on and did her hair so she looked decent and left the room. Y/N knew that she needed to talk to Reagan before everyone started opening gifts. Mainly because she needed to know if what she felt was true was accurate.

*

Two pink lines popped up instantly on the test that Y/N was holding. Reagan had taken the girl to the store with a few questions asked along the way. Turns out Irene had forgotten a condiment from the store and needed that as well.

“So?” Reagan mumbled from outside her private bathroom. She had noticed what the Mitchell girls bag held and immediately wanted to know if she was going to be an aunt or not.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom with her hands trembling, “it’s positive.” She spoke, the words sounding foreign to her. She carefully handed the test over to Reagan.

Before either of the girls could say anything else, the Floyd girls bedroom door opened and Sean walked in with Elaine behind him. “Mom’s been looking for you two.” Sean spoke up before looking down in his sisters hand. “Is that?” He asked looking between the two girls.

Reagan and Y/N looked at each other as the Mitchell girl was pleading with her eyes to take the fall. Reagan understood that the other wanted to tell her brother before the rest of his siblings or family. “It’s mine.” Reagan spoke up. “It’s negative.” She added before walking in her bathroom and throwing it away. “Those one night stands getcha sometimes.” She added as she ushered everyone out of the room.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered as she passed her boyfriends sister.

The four joined the family down in the kitchen. The kids were already eating and other family members had started a line around the kitchen. Bob was nowhere to be found in the kitchen, which made Y/N sneak away from the rest of his family and wonder off to his bedroom.

“No, Natasha. I can’t talk right now.” Bob was whispering when Y/N quietly entered the room. You could tell that he didn’t hear his girlfriend come in. “she doesn’t know, and rooster can’t know either. why? because he’ll kill me.” Bob mumbled. “If either of them knew what we have been doing this last year, rooster would kill me, and I don’t even want to know Y/N’s reaction would be.” the slightly younger girl felt tears well in her eyes. Of course, it was partly her pregnancy maybe, but the fact that Bob sounded suspicious had her worried. She never once doubted him, not in slightest, so why did this all sound like cheating to her. 

“Babe,” Y/N called making herself known. She was hoping that she was masking the worriedness and sadness on her face. “Your mom is wanting us.” 

“Listen, I have to go. Talk to you later.” Bob hung up the phone and walked towards his girlfriend. “Sorry, Bradley called. Apparently, them two are having some troubles.” 

If there was one thing that Y/N Mitchell picked up from Pete, it was how to hide emotions. Something that he had been good at since Goose’s death. “I hope they work it out.” She mumbled as Bob intertwined their hands together before they left his room. 

After everyone ate it was time for presents and that is when Bob and Sean took the gator to go check on some animals. Y/N sat alone in the corner until she was joined by Elaine. The Mitchell girl dreaded what was to come, but she knew that she wouldn’t make a scene. It was Christmas after all. 

“What’s wrong?” Elaine asked softly. The annoying sound in her voice completely gone. “I know, I was bitch earlier... I just wanted to see if Robert was serious. I am sorry for how I acted.” She apologized making Y/N give her a small smile. 

“Even though I probably shouldn’t trust you, I heard a strange conversation between Bobby and a mutual friend of ours. It honestly sounded like they had been cheating on me and my brother with each other.” Y/N mumbled as she watched the kids go crazy over their gifts. 

“The positive pregnancy test in Reagan’s trash can has nothing to do with your feelings?” Elaine asked softly and quietly. Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she turned away from the girl. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Reagan told you it was hers.” Y/N stated as she felt the nerves act up and her hands get clammy. 

“I have been out with Reagan everywhere; we are best friends after all. She hasn’t hooked up since her ex-boyfriend. That was way too long for her to want to take a test.” the younger girl explained. 

“I haven’t told him yet.” Y/N mumbled as she played with her fingers. 

“I know. If it helps, Robert is head over heels for you. Whatever you heard had to be a mistake. He’s always been loyal to everyone, even if he wasn’t happy.” She whispered as the two boys entered the room. 

The two girls gave each other a smile as Sean asked to speak with Elaine for a moment. Bob had joined his girlfriend in the spot that his ex-girlfriend had left. 

“What was that about?” Bob asked softly as he grabbed your hand. 

“She was apologizing.” Y/N said before turning towards Bob. “We need to talk.” 

Bob nodded before he stood up and offered his hand for Y/N. She grabbed his hand and stood up. “I want to take you somewhere.” With that the couple made their way out of the house and to Joe’s gator that was sitting outside. “I know you said that you love how peaceful it is here, so I want to show you around for a bit.” Bob said as he helped her up in the UTV. 

The couple made their way away from the ranch house. Y/n honestly thought that he would stop and show all of the animals that he took care of as a kid and so on. That’s not what he was doing at all, and she realized it once they passed all the animals and headed towards a trail in the wood lining. She figured now was as good as any to ease into the natasha talk. She didn’t want to come straight out and accuse him of cheating, it wouldn’t be like either of them. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” she asked softly as she took in the beautiful scenery. 

“what is?” Bob asked softly as he drove carefully on the trail. 

“How we’ve been together for so long.” Y/N stated as she looked down at her freshly polished finger nails. “I almost figured you and Natasha would have eventually ended up together.” she whispered but loud enough for Bob to hear her. 

The Floyd boy let out a laugh, “She’s like another sister. I am head over heels in love with you, Y/N/N. I already told you that you have ruined me and i meant that.” 

Y/N felt a bit at ease, but she knew that her worry would still be there until she figured out why he was calling Natasha in secret. It was still a bit of an uneasy feeling. “I have something I really need to tell you-” Y/N started only to cut herself off when the trail ended at what seemed to be a hunting cabin. The cabin had lights hung up around it and the porch was decorated beautifully. 

“I want to give you a tour and then you can let me know if you’d like to stay out here tonight.” Bob spoke before getting out of the gator and then heading towards the other side to help his girl out. ‘I thought we could use some alone time.” 

Y/n gave her boyfriend a smile before waiting for him to open the cabin door. It wasn’t very big, but you could tell that it was made for a hunting party or maybe even birthday parties for the Floyd’s. 

“This is the living room space, it isn’t much but the couch does pull out into a bed.” He explained. “Then the kitchen is over here, it isn’t anything fancy, but I already stocked it up with your favorite snacks.” He blushed a bit making y/n squeeze his hand. “In this room is an extra bathroom and this one is the extra bedroom. bunk beds. And then the master bedroom.” He stated as Y/n felt his hands start to sweat a bit. “Open it.” he urged softly. 

Y/N gave him a look before grabbing the door handle and twisting the doorknob. Pushing the door open, a small gasp left her lips as her hand came to cover her mouth. She felt her eyes watering up as Bob stepped in front of her slightly. The room was covered in rose peddles, had blackout curtains hung up so the candles and fairy lights were the only lights in the room. Mini letter lights spelled out “Marry Me?” on the bedside table. 

“Y/N, I have loved you since you took notice of me in the hard deck. I thought you were beautiful when you came over to greet Bradley and I wasn’t expecting this to go anywhere because you are way out of my league. How i managed to get you and keep you is out of my knowledge. I love you so much and i know that I want to be with you forever. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” Bob asked. 

Y/N could sense his nerves and she knew there was a lot more that he wanted to say. She knew what her answer was even if he didn’t get everything he wanted to say out in the open. “of course, Bobby.” She mumbled as tears came down her face. Bob slipped the shiny diamond ring on her finger before standing up and pulling her in for a kiss. “I love you so much.” 

“You still have a few more presents at the house, so we should probably get going.” Bob mentioned after he placed another kiss on his fiancee’s lips. 

“Were you serious about staying here tonight?” She asked bob as he nodded, ‘because I would love to celebrate alone with you tonight.” she mumbled. 

The ride back to the ranch house was silent. The two were just enjoying each other’s peaceful company before the Floyd household would start celebrating. Y/N had no idea that one of Bob’s Christmas presents were waiting for her back at the ranch house to congratulate her. Of course, Bob asked Maverick for permission before he proposed. He asked him months before he even asked, he wanted the time to be perfect and he knew the Floyd hunting cabin would be the perfect place. That’s when he knew it would be around Christmas time.

“I’m ready to go spend the night with you.” Y/N whined slightly as her left hand made its way to the back of Bob’s head as they pulled up to the house.

“You can in about three hours.” Bob mumbled. He then grabbed her hand and gave it a kiss before getting out and helping her out of the gator. “Your next present is right through that door.” He mumbled kissing her head.

Y/N gave her fiancé a small smile while shaking her head. “You’re something else, Floyd.” She stated as she walked into the house first. The multiple shouts of “congratulations!” And balloons flying everywhere made the girl jump. Before she noticed what bob was talking about.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.” The older man said as he opened his arms for his daughter to come give him a welcoming hug. “How did my little girl get grown up so fast.?” He mumbled with his voice growing in sadness.

“Time flies.” Y/N mumbled pulling away from Maverick. “I’ll always be your little girl.” She added as she wiped the tears from her face and her father did the same. Maverick never liked showing emotion in front of anyone and over the years he had slowly been okay with showing emotion in front of Penny, Y/N, and Bradley.

“I know you will.” He nodded before Bradley pulled the girl into a hug.

“Brownie, don’t mess up the hair.” Y/N groaned as she shoved her brother figure off of her playfully.

“Here I thought I’d be married before you.” He shook his head.

“Grow a pair and maybe you still can.” Y/N winked as she playfully hit him. The girl then looked over and saw Natasha beside Bradley wearing a smile on her face. She nodded at the girl, still feeling uneasy about the situation earlier. She quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around bob. “Thank you so much. It means a lot that you’d ask my dad and brother to fly out here.”

“Anything for you.” He mumbled before pulling her into a kiss. “I love you so much.”

*a few hours later*

After opening presents from everyone, the families all made their way to bed. Bradley, Natasha, and Maverick was staying in a guest loft inside an extra barn that the Floyd’s had used for their stable men. With Joe being retired, they didn’t need to hire anyone to help with animals anymore so the loft was left unused and was cleaned up for Y/N’s family to come stay in.

Y/N and bob had made their way to the cabin about 30 minutes ago, where Bob had immediately drawn the couple a bath to unwind. That’s where they were, in a soaker tub (which was a new upgrade) and relaxing against one another. The bubbles covered their bodies as Y/N’s back laid against Bob’s chest.

“So, did you propose to me in the room you lost your virginity in? Cause if so, very classy Lt. Floyd.” Y/N joked with a laugh and intertwined her left hand with his hand. His fingers playing with the ring on her finger.

“No, you were actually only the third.” He admitted honestly. Most people had the talk before getting engaged but it didn’t bother the couple. They knew that they were each other’s forever and that’s what mattered.

“Elaine?” She asked expectantly.

“Never did.” Bob spoke softly. “I wasn’t very popular and I wasn’t the one that people went for. One night stands were never my thing. I was 21 when it happened. It was with someone I thought I loved, but now I know that I didn’t know what love was. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, that’s how I know you’re my forever.”

Y/N turned her face up so she could look at her handsome man. “I lost mine at 18.” She mumbled before placing a kiss on his jaw. “It was someone I almost married, he was in the army, turns out he knocked up another girl while I was engaged to him so, that’s why that ended.”

Bob’s hand came up and rubbed over her jaw line as he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “That’ll never happen with me.” He promised.

“I have to ask you something,” y/N whispered so she wouldn’t cause tension. “I heard you on the phone with Natasha, earlier and you lied to me and said it was Bradley.” she started. She could see bob’s gears shifting in his head, trying to see where this was going. “You said that Bradley would kill you and that you wouldn’t wanna see my reaction if I found out what you two were doing.”

“Did you think I was cheating on you?” He asked carefully as he noticed panic in Y/N’s eyes. “Baby, it was Natasha helping me buy things for the proposal and ring. I told her not to tell Bradley that I asked for her help instead of his for ring shopping. I also didn’t wanna see your reaction if you found the ring before I was ready because I really wanted it to be special.”

Y/N gave him a small smile, “it was my anxiety, it wasn’t me in general. I know you’d never do that.”

The two carried on with conversation before getting out of the bath and headed towards the shower to clean themselves. After finishing showering the two went to their bags that were placed on the king bed in the cabin.

“Bobby,” y/n called as she tucked her towel so it would stay up on its own. “I have one more present for you, I just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.”

Bob gave his girl a look before carefully grabbing the gift box out of her hand. It wasn’t too big but it wasn’t super small either. It was neatly decorated with his name scribbled on top. “You didn’t have to get me anything else.”

“Just open it.” She urged with a smile. She could feel the tears coming while she waited for him.

He sat down on the end of the bed with y/n standing beside of him. He carefully opened the box and read the top before his eyes widen and he noticed tue white stick with a blue lid. A red plus sign on a test, and pink two lines on the other stick. The box contained a letter board reading “I can’t wait to meet you daddy.” And the lid of the box, which he read first said, “to the best daddy ever.”

Y/N wanted to get a pair of booties or a onesie to put in their but she didn’t get a chance too. She wanted to wait and make it special but today was special just as well. “Are you serious?” Bob asked with tears in his eyes. “Am I gonna be a dad?”

Y/N nodded as her own tears started spilling, “you’re gonna be a daddy.” She whispered as Bob stood up and pulled her into a hug. “I just found out today and the only one that knows is Reagan. I thought we could wait and tell everyone after our first ultrasound to make sure everything is okay.”

“Baby, you’ve just given the best gift ever.” He mumbled as he rocked the couple back and forth.

“I love you forever, Robert Floyd.”

“I love you, Y/N Floyd, forever and always.”

| The last part! It took so long because I had so many other problems but it’s all good. I have a Jake “Hangman” series coming so… if you like him then you can check my profile because it should be up in the next few days! It could have ended better but it is what it is.|

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Laphonza Romanique Butler

On October 1, 2023, California Governor Gavin Newsom chose well-known labor organizer and political strategist Laphonza Butler to be the next US Senator from California, following the death of long-serving Senator Dianne Feinstein on September 29, 2023. Butler, who was sworn in by Vice President Kamala Harris at the US Capitol on October 3, 2023, is the first openly LGBT Senator from California, the first Black lesbian in the US Senate, and the second Black woman to represent California in the Senate, following Vice President Kamala Harris. California must hold two concurrent Senate elections in March 2024: a special election to fill out the rest of Feinstein’s term in spite of there being an appointed Senator, and another election for the full six-year term beginning in January 2025.

Senator Butler’s career path includes labor, corporate, academic, and political engagement. Social justice has been her focus within these varied endeavors. Born in Magnolia, Mississippi, in 1979, Butler comes from a working-class family. Her father was a small business owner who died of a terminal illness when Butler was in high school. She saw her mother become the household’s sole provider for three children, working as a classroom aide, a home care provider, a security guard, and a bookkeeper.

Butler earned a bachelor’s degree in Political Science at Jackson State University in 2001. After graduation she began a career as a labor organizer in several states, working with nurses, custodians, and hospital workers. In accepting her appointment, Butler said that she would strive to honor Feinstein’s legacy by “committing to work for women and girls, workers and unions, struggling parents, and all of California.” Her previous job as President of Emily’s List, which helps elect Democratic women who support abortion rights, means it is likely abortion rights will be an important part of the Democrats’ election strategy in 2024.

In 2009 Butler moved to California where she organized nurses as well as in-home caregivers, and became President of SEIU (Service Employees International Union) Local 2015 of United Long Term Care Workers; she also served as President of the SEIU State Council. Butler has served on the board of the Children’s Defense Fund, the political action committee BlackPAC, and the Bay Area Economic Council Institute think tank. In addition, she is the former director of the Board of Governors of the Los Angeles branch of the Federal Reserve System, and a former Regent of the University of California.

Butler is married to Neneki Lee. The couple has an 8-year-old daughter. Lee is the National Division Director for Public Services at SEIU. When she became President of Emily’s list in 2021, Butler and her family moved to Maryland while maintaining their home in Los Angeles. As of October, 2023, they have re-domiciled to Los Angeles and Butler has re-registered to vote in California.

https://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/people-african-american-history/laphonza-romanique-butler-1979/

[milekael]

I want to know more about Nour, she's so miserable (affectionate) ❤️ 💔🍓🚨

OH HELL YEA LETS GO MY WET SAD KICKED ANGRY CAT LOL She IS miserable!! And terrible and I love her <3

❤️ - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

Nour is weird in this aspect because the people she cared about left her, letting her relationships wither as she became more and more resentful, to the point really all that she has left is her job.

Now there, she is very protective of those under her command- I mean, it is HER job! And she knows her captain is too self-centered in her little close-knit group she made for herself to the point of not caring for other officers, so FINE! She'll do it herself then. She is very close to Sergio for this reason, as being the youngest and most inexperienced one, normally gets on trouble. She also has a soft-spot for Lydia, but can do very little to help her as she is under Finn's command.

I will say that during the story however, she and Tania do become really close, so at least there is that!

💔 - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

OUGH the thing about Nour is that she was the perfect girl for a long time. She peaked in highschool which included bullying the "weird" kids, then, without a lot of prospects of what to do apart from marriage, became a cop because the position of power over others just Fit Her LOL So one can get an idea she has hurt a lot of people through her life and she hasn't really done any work to unpack that- Instead she is in a role that encourages this attitude.

However and what I think is important to note that Nour has been hurt A LOT. This has led her also to think any pain she inflicts on others is justified. She is still terrible but she has basically has sunk down to the spiral of "I am awful towards others, which makes them awful to me, which means I have to respond the same way". It is still a position she put herself into and it doesn't take away her flaws but... well, circumstances define people, there is some complexity in why she acts this way that is based a lot on what has been expected of her.

🍓 - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

OH YEA! She is highly devout to the main religion of this place (Which- A little behind the curtain, I still need to worldbuild a bit LOL) and tries to live her life based on the perception of what the "Norm" should be. This is why she is deeeeeep in the closet LOL why she tried to get married fresh out of high school and why it didn't work out. Basically she had her whole life the idea of what an idea woman should be, chased it and failed and now she is here. She is still devout to her religion and in a way she hopes one day karma or god will reward her for all this hardship- But also, deep down, she does feel a sense of resentment, hasn't she suffered enough already?!

🚨 - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

She is a cop! And one that has no particular hard feelings over her role- If anything, she enjoys it! She choose this instead of taking the time to become a nurse of something so lol She is the kind of person to believe that "Actually maybe people need MORE policing!". This mindset is the reason why Belen has pushed her away from her group and neglected her, and Nour doesn't understand why because??? She is doing her job???? U know, not to be that guy but to be in a place full of hypocrites who think themselves to be better than her for Well at least I see the problems which make me GOOD, having someone who is just very honest with believing in the bad system is kind of jarring lol.

Anyways. She likes her role and takes pride in her job as a police officer, and mostly is just mad at her boss for being a lying liar who neglects her and others in favor of her special little boy who acts like he isn't getting some special treatment.

[xsylcuenco]

MERROCK TASK #9

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND...

Sylvia Ingrid Cuenco-Burke

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Playing Next: 🎶

Crazy Kids by Kesha [x]

Buzzin by shwayze [x]

About Us by Brooke Hogan [x]

tw: drug abuse

Sylvia was the first character I created for this group. If you’ve known me for a long time, you know that I’ve used Vanessa as an FC for almost 15 years, so it started with an FC choice. I then built the character around that selection. Sylvia is very loosely inspired by Vanessa’s character Candy in Spring Breakers. You know, minus the homicidal tendencies. More just the party girl who can’t turn down trouble aspect. I wanted Sylvia to have had a, albeit much scaled down, history of getting into trouble.

Sylvia quickly became someone who was desperate to get her life together, though notorious for getting in her own way. A college drop out with a history of legal trouble and in need of a stint or two in rehab, nothing screamed middle child more. That was when her family was built around her. Something about Sylvia becoming the middle child later in life, simply clicked for me. That was how she ended up with her older brother being close in age but her younger sister being a near decade younger. Then came her parents, a well respected teacher and nurse respectively. It made sense that her parents had to be at least well-liked enough to get her out of trouble countless times over in Merrock for Sylvia to make it to UCLA, only for that move across the country to become an even more disastrous life decision. It would be after her return to her hometown, years into trying her damnest to become the responsible adult her parents wanted her to be, even if it were in her own way, that we would meet her. An additional influence to the development of her family was the fact that Vanessa is Filipino and I personally spent a substantial part of my life living with my Filipino relatives, just making it easier to relate to Sylvia’s upbringing to an extent.

As far as Sylvia’s interests go, I borrowed Vanessa’s love of all things spooky, horror, and Halloween. I too love the darker side of life and it just made sense for the girl who loves transforming others to love a holiday all about becoming someone else for a night. And may or may not be a witch. Her entire gothic home aesthetic is just my dream home.

Another large part of Sylvia’s story is her sexuality. This was largely inspired by my high school experience watching one of my closest friends be the only out bisexual, at the time where everyone simply regarded it as experimentation on your way back to heterosexuality. I, in modern day, choose not to label my sexuality, though back then and to this day I admire my friend’s confidence being publicly out and proud in the social environment of 2006. As far as her love life goes, Sylvia is quick to fall easily leading to relationships crashing and burning. Currently, it is for the first time in her life that she is making a conscious effort to allow herself time to get to know someone before falling in love. This has led to jokes and complaints here and there about loneliness as it is the longest time since teenhood she hasn’t been attached to someone. Though she knows that her attempt is in an effort to find a healthy relationship for once, she definitely isn’t opposed to a fun time in the meantime.

Additional inspiration was the late 2000s myspace scene queen wannabes that I grew up with. Let’s be real, if any of my characters can still recite crunkcore songs word for word it’s this bitch. And I mean that lovingly. I had plenty of friends to pull inspo from in this regard as the crowd I ran with in at that time was pretty much a bunch of Sylvias. Think somewhere between Snooki and Melissa Marie from the Millionaires. Who more appropriate to be the one who’s bedroom everyone got their hair bleached at at 15?

Following that idea, opening her hair salon was to be Sylvia’s saving grace, keeping her busy enough to stay out of trouble for the time being. However, she lives in the shadow of being the family disappointment and it’s never too far of a memory that the self sabotaging behavior creeps up from time to time, always lurking just under the surface.

[privmu]

SUMMER JUNIPER EVANS

AGE: 32

BIRTHDAY: August 9th, 1992

RELATION: Full sibling

TYPE: Solo

GENDER: Cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION(S): Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Emily VanCamp

JOB/SCHOOL

GRADE: First Year Masters

MAJOR: Nursing

JOB: Nurse at PSU

ABOUT

(tw: physical assault) For as long as Summer Evans could remember, she wanted to be a doctor. She was obsessed with helping people, would often force her siblings to play doctor with her as she wrapped them in bandages and stuck bandaids on every surface of skin she could, was the one always taking care of people when they were sick or hurt. That was who she was, Summer loved caring for the people around her, loved to be the one that people could turn to no matter what problem they had, she liked to feel useful to her people.

She knew she was the apple of her father’s eye, and while she loved both her parent’s equally, Summer was a daddy’s girl at heart. She would sit and watch him play the guitar, listen to him sing, in awe of his voice and his talent and over the moon when he agreed to teach her how to play guitar herself. Summer’s aspirations lay outside the world of fame and fortune but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy music as a hobby, and while her dad was a country star, her heart lay in classic rock.

That was why she started a band in high school, just something to do that kept her connected to her father’s great love and talents while maintaining her perfect GPA and pursuing her own dreams of medical brilliance. All she ever wanted was to be someone her parents could be proud of, to show them that all the hard work they put into raising her was worth it, so when at sixteen she found herself pregnant after losing her virginity to her bandmate and high school boyfriend, Summer was terrified. Every dream she’d ever had was suddenly in jeopardy, all the grades that she’d worked so hard for were suddenly slipping, and she was completely lost, no idea what to do or what her options were, no idea if she even wanted to keep it.

But thankfully her family rallied around her as they always did, helped her figure everything out, helped her figure out what she wanted to do, and while Summer knew it would be hard, that there was a good chance that her plans for the future would have to be changed, she also knew that she wanted her daughter, even if her now ex-boyfriend didn’t. Born almost a month premature, Sawyer Evans quickly became the apple of her mother’s eye, and while those initial months in the NICU were incredibly stressful, Summer took to being a mom like a fish to water. Being the teen mom in high school didn’t exactly make her life easy, but even though she graduated a year later than intended, Summer still managed to maintain a high GPA.

Med school was off the table, at least for now, not because Summer didn’t still want to be a doctor or because she thought she wouldn’t be good at, wouldn’t be able to keep up, it was because Sawyer came first and medical school plus her residency would take up her daughter’s entire childhood and that was the last thing she wanted. Her parents offered to babysit, to help raise and take care of Sawyer while she went to school like she’d always planned, her siblings too, but Summer had affectionately turned them down. She loved them for offering, but this was something that she wanted to do for her daughter so that meant putting her own wants on the shelf for a little while.

She remained in Tennessee once she graduated from high school and spent the next year spending as much time as possible with Sawyer before she started kindergarten, but once she did Summer was restless at home. She still wanted to help people, still wanted to take care of people, and after doing some research found that she could do nursing school part time at night and finish it in half the time it would take to become a doctor, so that was what she did.

Summer had the perfect life over the next few years, raising her beautiful spitfire of a daughter, becoming an RN, balancing her work schedule with Sawyer’s extracurriculars like dance and piano, creating the best and most perfect life for her daughter that she could manage. It was all going wonderfully until her parents suddenly split up. It rocked Summer’s world, seeing them suddenly apart after all this time, rocked her more when her father suddenly was dating a girl younger than any of her siblings, closer to his granddaughters age than to his own. Her perception of her father shifted dramatically in the months following the split, watching the way he dragged her mom over the coals with his lawyers and in the press. This wasn’t the man that she had adored her whole life, this was a stranger and Summer didn’t want someone like that around her daughter quite frankly.

Her parent’s split wasn’t the only thing that was starting to cause ripples in her life; Sawyer was having problems at school thanks to their family being splashed over the tabloids and it was causing her to become sullen, withdraw, causing her to act out and her grades to slip. It worried Summer because while her daughter was a tour de force she was never a bad kid, but right now she was getting into fights and getting suspended and skipping classes. Something had to be done before Sawyer made a mistake that ended up changing her whole life for the worse, but it didn’t help that she was also now a teenager and didn’t want to listen to any of the advice her “lame ass mom” had to give.

The push to move to LA ended up being nothing to do with either her parent’s divorce or her daughter’s problems at school though, it was because of an incident at work. It was no secret that doctors didn’t think that nurses knew half as much as they did, so when the attending on call had dismissed her concerns over the patient that had been brought into the ER that afternoon and the need for a psych consult it was nothing new to Summer. She paged Psych anyway and while she was waiting went about her job as normal, but what she hadn’t expected was him to lash out at her while she was doing so.

Thankfully, the commotion was heard by her colleagues and they were quick to her aid, but not before the patient had broken a couple of her ribs and her cheekbone, giving her a black eye and a split lip to boot. It had been a close call, way too close honestly, sheer luck that her colleagues had been able to get to her so fast honestly, and it terrified Summer to the core. For a couple of weeks, Summer sent Sawyer to stay with her mom, just until the bruises healed enough so that her daughter wouldn’t worry and she could move without wincing so heavily, and in that time she started to make plans. Doctors rarely listened to nurses but they listened to Nurse Practitioners more than RNs, and a fresh start would be the best thing for both her and Sawyer, and with the school year at an end, now was the best time to transfer her to a new school.

Sawyer wasn’t happy about the move and they had a huge argument over it, but eventually Summer convinced her that it would be the best thing for her, for both of them. She enrolled at PSU for nursing masters, took a job as the on-campus nurse to keep her skills sharp, and made sure that Sawyer’s new school was the best fit for her. It was, Sawyer’s new group of friends a far better influence for her than her old ones, her grades back on track and her daughter out of trouble for the foreseeable. Summer felt terrible about leaving her mom by herself in Tennessee, especially at the news that her father was marrying the barely legal woman he had hooked up with, but she had insisted she would be fine, that she was a big girl.

That, added to the fact that all her siblings were now living in LA too, meant that this was the best decision Summer had made in a long time. Her biggest concern now was ensuring that Sawyer and her new boyfriend didn’t end up going down the same path she had, for no other reason than she wanted her daughter to be able to follow all her dreams without restraint; that was the only thing she had ever wanted for her.

[evelynstarshine]

. I’ve been doing this for 50yrs Believe me the ‘testo-fueled pederast’ has been thrown at Trans men throughout 1982 i first heard it when sacked (for being trans) from a project run by the Local council in church buildings. Sunday, my wife & project users demonstrated /2

2. … outside the church Congregants said they were told it was something “crminal to do with children” My wife put them right, & half the congregation left the church, project closed as no one was willing to take my job (even tho’ users were all unemployed) When I trained /3

3. … as a lawyer, I started to see trans people & give legal advice Repeatedly I heard the claims not just about children but any vulnerable people: eg A postman suspended who ‘might be molesting kids going to school on his rounds’ tho no complaint ever raised by anyone /3

3. The next was a TW, a nursing manager & head of a care home who was outed in the Daily Wail That turned into an internal witch-hunt accusing her of having the run of the place & able to assault any elderly person Investigation found no basis for the allegations /4

4. Then a TM Hospital porter went out with friends to Manchester’s Village. Accused of being gay, he told he was a TM He was then suspended when a Senior manager said these people are ‘known to be paedophiles’ Investigation found no evidence of allegation but no apology /5

5. Then an Indian Hijra, a Dr & Psychiatric consultant told she couldn’t be on the UK Drs Register & take up her post because of ‘risks to patients’. Had to be always supervised for 2 yrs before full registration. It’s all the same trope - the dangerous sex mad Trans person /6

6. Then a TM workin in care with adults with learning difficulties. Had time off for chest surgery On return to work, found HR had outed him Weeks later is sack led for “using his new penis to teach a male resident how to masturbate” This tale had so many ‘wrongs’ …/7

7. … it was laughable except having been sacked he couldn’t claim benefits & was close to destitution Wrong assumptions: 1st, that male residents didn’t have amy right to wank, not even in their own rooms with door closed 2nd that TM surgery always means phalloplasty /8

8. 3rd that TM phallo works the same way as a penis - it does & it doesn’t 4th that a long term carer would turn into a sex fiend after gender reassignment surgery In the end, employers paid out but it really destroyed him /9

9. Then with 14yrs of life together my wife was told by fertility clinic ethics Cttee that they (paraphrase) ‘wouldn’t consider her a good enough woman to become a potential mother whist she lived with a person like me ‘ After we challenged & started proceedings they ../10

10. … treated & we had 4 children 14yrs later when we we could marry & do a step parent adoption so I could be their legal dad, social workers insisted that we apply to the High Court at a cost of £625/child. They said “This is such a complex matter” “No it is not” /11

11. I had been saying ‘eat your breakfast for 14yrs. We had a 2 yr assessment by social services, with kids separately & independently interviewed Our kids knew why a man ‘had made a gift of sperm’ so they could be born, that I had been raised a girl & was l a trans man /12

12. But it was apparently ‘so difficult’ we should spend £2.5k in court for a proceeding that cost £112 at the local court. We refused, & went to the magistrates for a 5 minute hearing where they accepted Socisl services recommendation & I became Dad, in law … /13

14. The sex crazed trans rapist & paedophile is a myth with a long history Throughout the 50s-80s we were referred to as sex perverts in the media Though oestrogen thoroughly dampens libido TW are still sex crazed fetishisists about to jump any woman (man or child) /14

14. TM are out of control, pumped, sex maniacs as testosterone makes us mimic men’s bad behaviour (supposedly) Myths without any basis that cause irrevocable harm to lives of many members of the Trans community All communities have outliers, but trans have fewer than most /15

15. I know what it feels to be deemed dangerous. 2008 ex-lodger & employee (evicted & sacked coz of repeat theft) reported I had boasted at breakfast table of sexually abusing our kids.. /16

16. Not going to repeat nightmare of the next 12 months but suffice to say a breakfast table did not exist We recovered but only just These tropes hurt real people & those who love them as they try to get by Those are just a tiny number of stories in our archives /17

17. Trans people need to repeat we are worth more than this & must stand up & be counted in non- violent protest Even & ESPECIALLY when it means we are called shrill, mentally ill, aggressive violent TActivists Being as one will be our strength

[samiraxiyer]

━ INTRODUCING SAMIRA IYER

full name. Samira Iyer

nickname(s). Sam, Mira, Sammi

age. 38

birthdate. September 29th, 1985

occupation. External Affairs Manager @ Fairmont Hotels

currently living in. Carriage Falls

gender. Cis Female

pronouns. She/Her

hometown. Los Angeles, California

length of time in Wilmington. Three Weeks

face claim. Deepika Padukone

connections. // pinterest.

trigger warnings. cancer

tldr -

samira is the older of two daughters that the iyer family had in los angeles. her younger sister diana passed away from cancer nearly 20 years ago, after being married to kian lawson. samira was a very studious child and studied for her mba at stanford before settling in san francisco. had a long term relationship in her late 20's to early 30's which resulted in the birth of her daughter maya iyer who is currently seven years old. she worked at different hospitality brands in their marketing and pr sectors before joining the fairmont brand and becoming their external affairs manager, dealing with seeing where there is a demand and how they can bring in other companies for partnerships and collaberations. moved to wilmington just about three weeks ago. spent a week in the four seasons hotel before purchasing a home in carriage falls thanks to her trust fund from her family and her high salary.

BIOGRAPHY ;

Samira Iyer was born to American citizens Aparna and Venkatesh Iyer. She was their first child and they were over the moon as in their culture, they believe a daughter being born is like the Goddess Lakshmi entering your home. Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and prosperity and that is precisely what she brought as soon as she entered their household. Her father’s business had been doing okay for the past couple of years but within the month of October right after she was born—everything changed. Her father’s luck shifted and he was getting large contracts for his textile importing company and her mother who decided to pursue her life long dream of becoming a nurse actually made it happen once Samira was old enough to go to school.

When Samira was barely a year old though, her parents had another child…Diana Iyer. A very unconventional name it was—but it was all thanks to Samira. Her parents—who had an easy time deciding on her name could not find one for their second daughter until one day little Samira saw Princess Diana on tv and kept pointing to the baby, ‘Diana’. From that moment on, it became her sister’s name. Diana wasn’t like her little sister, instead they were both closer than that—almost twins really. They did everything together. 

Her childhood was pretty much perfect in her eyes. She had high expectations from her parents and she excelled in school thanks to their reminder of how important education was for her future. She had a lot of friends in school and was always pretty outgoing and taking part in most extra curriculars as well to make sure they looked good on her resume. She got into Stanford upon graduating from High School and spent the next years of her life there. Given that she was born in Los Angeles, the shift wasn't extreme by any means but she absolutely loved her life at Stanford, a big reason why she ended up moving to San Francisco after getting her MBA.

It was while she was at Stanford that her little sister had decided to go to UNCW and while it kept the girls far apart, they met up as often as their college schedules allowed. Of course while there Diana met her future husband, Kian Lawson someone that Samira had approved of pretty quickly. But when Diana got sick—things changed. Samira had flown out there instantly and had been with her sister while she came to terms with the diagnosis. When the couple decided to marry, she was standing there proudly as her maid of honor. But she had resentment buried in her heart. Of course she desperately wanted Diana to be happy, but her choosing to marry Kian and spend the rest of her remaining time with him as opposed to the family stung her. 

She had gone back to school then, needing to focus on her studies—something Diana forced her to do and when the time came, she was there by her sister’s side. Taking a bereavement leave from college wasn’t something Samira had ever believed she’d have to do but such was life. Her bond with Kian from then also shifted—gone were the fun conversations they’d had because they both lost the most important person in their life…the one person they each loved in a way that would never be replaced. 

When she returned to Stanford, she threw herself into her studies, ensuring she did the best she could, graduating with honors. Once in San Francisco, Samira worked her way up as a PR marketing manager at various hospitality brands located in there in the city and it’s surrounding areas.. She landed this current job with Fairmont as part of a natural promotion and when they told her she needed to move to North Carolina to see if the area would benefit from another Fairmont hotel in the region, she’d taken the opportunity. 

Of course she was moving there with her young daughter Maya. Maya is the product of a long term relationship she’d had while she was in her late 20’s, a relationship that she’d believed was heading towards marriage. They had been engaged when she’d gotten pregnant but he hadn’t been able to deal with the pressure. It was unfortunate—for him, since Maya was pretty much an angelic baby and honesty he missed out on having her in his life. She’s currently just celebrated her seventh birthday and is very excited about this move especially at the prospect of seeing a new place. Often the mother-daughter duo take trips across the United States, their goal is to visit all 50 States and have so far completed 12 states in Maya’s seven years of being born. North Carolina will be their 13th state together.

As a woman—Samira is cold to all those she regards as strangers, building a friendship with her takes time. She won’t blame any past trauma for this but in reality it’s a way to protect both her child and herself from growing attached to anyone who may not remain in her life. But once you get to know her, once you break down through those high walls—she’s truly a very warm person and will often show off her dimpled smile otherwise you get the raised eyebrow that is a very non-verbal way of her saying that you’re wasting her time. 

HEADCANONS;

was on the basketball team in school, was also an avid badminton player and founded the woman's cricket league at Stanford ( a fact she's quite proud of)

will always have an iced coffee on her--if she doesn't, there's something wrong

has a couple of standard perfumes that she's always rotating between, some are floral (ie. jasmine, lavender, lilic, frangipani), some smell like sandalwood and then some are like the classic chanel no.5 scents.

her daughter is pestering her for a pet but so far samira hasn't relented but now that they've moved to a different type of city--this might change.

she has a special prayer organized on her sister's birthday every year to pray for her soul.

she swears her daughter has the same mannerisms as diana and often feels like her sister's returned to her life in the form of her daughter.

she loves lush bath products and will always do little bathbombs for her daughter whenever she's having a bad day

has a sibling tattoo that she and her sister got when they were both 18, a little infinity on her wrist with her sister's initials.

[benefits1986]

The UGH Tale of Three UN-Kalaw Soul Sisters

Sisterhood that defies timezones, biases and delulu dreams is definitely awesome and gruesome, too.

I was 17 going 18 when I met R and G. Clad in an all-white friggin' uniform, I stomped to my first class in Kalaw. UGH. I never dreamt of being a nurse because the uniform is just too pristine and unadulterated. Dalisay in Tagalog for me. I'm nowhere near that because I've always cling to an all-black ensemble or a loud random meh get up which depends on my mood meter. I hate walking in hospital corridors because I can feel the burn coming in all directions. Ika nga ng isang malupet ng TEDTalks, hospitals are not meant for the dying. They milk the living. :p Hindi naman 'yun ang sinabi pero ganun na rin nga.

Looking intentionally after others started even before Kinder summer then Prep in my book. This started when I was volunteered by mother dragon to look after my brother who survived a lumbar puncture at three months old and hydrocephalus. He was and still is a meningitis survivor who started school at the "right" age and finished his studies after a series of unfortunate events that will forever be in his transcript of records in blazing red.

As I pen this 4 AM piece, let me refocus my lens. Whenever I share this story about my brother, people usually go wild, especially those who've seen and talked to my brother in real life. They say that there's ZERO trace of his battle with an infection in his nervous system. Slay, brother. Slay. I cringe and dismiss this supposed compliment which kinda means that mother dragon and I did well. But, the behind the scenes caused me so much than I can afford. Looking in right now while the rest of universe in Manila is probably in dream land or about to wake up, let me remind myself, my other selves and my "self elves" that mom and I's team up is not bad, not bad at all. Seeing my brother care for his two kids is magic, miracle and delusion in my book, all at once. He knows this too well because he asks me how he is as a parent. Time flies and so does my brother. His flight is never easy, but, I think, he feels that it's worth it. I remember asking him so many times about why he dreams of having a kid or two. He explains it simply. He wants it because he wants to have a chance to care for someone that came from him and his partner. He shared this over his major heartbreak when I came home very, very late at night. His tissue dump is reeking of tears, sweat and bruised soul and damaged ego.

I froze when I saw him, honestly. I was at the brink of laughing my head off and cutting his head off, too. I told him off the bat that he knows so well that his first serious relationship is a shit show dressed to the nines which involved a touch move, place move of her ex to no less than the Land of the Rising Sun.

He told me that he knew all along that this endgame is ending for good this time around. (Syempre, hindi endgame sabi niya. Translated to current times lang the last line.) I'll tell the rest of the story because this side story is just too graphic and not too aligned with my vibe for this piece. :p My two soul sisters and I belonged to the same class. I didn't really like interacting with people but they managed to start a small talk I deflected so well for the first few days. Funny how I don't remember our first "meet un-cute" but I do remember specific scenes where they etched my memory bank even when my default is I DON'T CARE.

I saw R toting a Snoopy kili-kili bag. LOL. Since mother dragon loves Snoopy, I asked her where she got her basic bitch tote. LOL. Then, she asked where I lived and was happy that we're a few barangays apart. I asked her why she studied in a science high school that's nowhere near her address. She laughed and explained the legwork that happened. We became lunch buddies, but I withdraw myself most of the time, because she's too boring apart from her nerd girl vibe.

Later, G joined the group which is now getting bigger and bigger before I knew it. UGH. Big groups kill me. Too much happening and I can't wait to go home. G is feisty and flirty. She is a boy magnet even when she's just literally walking down UN with us. I like having her with us because she's the usual target and the usual suspect. LOL. That means, I can live undetected and unnoticed. :P One stormy morning, after eating in no less than Jollibee, she opened her umbrella to shield her immaculate white uniform from a crazy downpour. Here umbrella gave her zero fucks and she tried working it out several times. I watched her white uniform get drenched. I was kinda perplexed because she could have checked her umbrella before heading out and/or open it before we even walk in the rain, right? UGH. When she realized that her umbrella is fucked up, she laughed out loud at herself and at her poor state. She asked nicely if we can share an umbrella. I actually hesitated and she was taken aback. I didn't flinch. She told me that I am indeed an ice queen. I gave in to her request, eventually.

She told me that next time, she won't ever forget to check her umbrella before leaving the deep south. I winced because her umbrella misadventures keep popping in my head, right now. LOL. Ganun siya talaga e. She even managed to joke around that I probably won't forget our first close encounter. Dinaig niya K-Drama, Eiga Sai and Cinemalaya 200X edition.

Though our group is big and I have an all boys + me arcade hood, the these two and I stick like glue. :D Shemay. I actually can't believe that we've been together for so long because our personalities are extremes. G and R usually kid me that I ought to accept that opposites repel so as long as they have common grounds like our life-long commitment to Harry Potter. Dito talaga nila ako na badly hit e. Legit Potterhead. Walang halong kemikal. :D G is Hufflepuff. R is Gryffindor. Me, Ravenclaw na feeling ko pa rin, Slytherin ako. Side Note: Maganda lang kasi talaga merch ng Gryffindor and I'd most likely give them away when the time is right, and the reasons are right. Akala mo naman andami kong merch noh? Right now, the scarf and the pen lang naman pinaka legit because I can't afford them noon. Now, mejj naman kaya itawid. Europa 2025, alam na this. Dadanak ang blue blood sa mga pasilyo mo. Humanda. :D

So how did we pan this unlikely sisterhood that goes a long way from Manila's South, Cali and Canada? We make it work, consistently and effortlessly. We choose to set aside our super crazy extreme beliefs, and work with our common denominators. The reason why I'm penning this piece at this ungodly hour is because G has been updating us about her baby shower after 16 years of having an unica bisexual bitch on training, aka my Potterhead inaanak, first of their name, goth-emo-anime fan, turtle-loving baby pa rin sa paningin naming tatlo. CHZ. Her babe is an XY which comforted me so much, because, one girl in her hood is enough lalo in a land where... ayoko na lang muna mag-talk. Mamaya na muna.

R on the other hand is slaying the perils and pedestals of no less than Silicon Valley's OG brand I will not name. She's happily married to Tito R and blessed with an adopted cat, T. T is also my inaanak and kahit sobrang sungit niya, papansin siya. HAHAHAHAHA. We're at the age of legit, full blown adulting. Topics revolve around memes, reels and me having to explain my joke or hirit to G. R naman is usually telling me to go easy on G, because ganun talaga vibe niya, UN-Kalaw days pa lang. Tanggap ko naman na raw, pero 'yung mga subtext-enriched comms, kami na lang magusap. HOWKEY.

R and G are my soul sisters who allowed me to be in my element as an ice queen with a very hidden dark heart and dark art. CHZ. They never failed to call me out and put out my fire when it's off the roof. LOL. Kahit it means there's danak ng dugo, iyak, uhog at luha lalo when they we're overextending their hands, legs, feet and hypothalamus when mom died. Wala sila sa Pinas noon so easy way to shut the emotional shit out. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Ang lala. Still, they stay and chos (LOL) to not give up on my grandest production to date featuring ice queen x fire woman na ayaw talagang mag-open up kahit mhie, valid naman magpabaha ng feelings. LOL. Umabot na kami sa points na mala-FOMO na because ayoko talagang sabihin na kawawa ako dahil wala na akong nanay. LOL. Mhie, ang lala.

R and G wear their hearts on their sleeves like there's no tomorrow. But, zooming in 100000000000x these days, I'm beginning to see their lights and shadows, better. UGH.

Topics of our DMs and GCs are now leveling up the adulting game: mortgage, sick parents, sick relatives, dying people, hyperinflation, being a woman in the corp shit world, being a human that's bound by skin color and the like, being a pet mom, being an ate, an anak, a tita, a yaya, a mayordoma, a bad cop, a good cop, a delulu aging millennial, an inner child healer and enabler, a bill payer, a Cosmo Girl living with the chances to be poorita all over again, and the like.

Happy to share that we all have our own spaces na rin. HUHUHUHUHUHU. Para sa mga lower middle and middle class, no matter how tiny your own space is, kahit gapang lusak and panget address and location mo, milestone 'yan. But, you know what the magic and mystery of being middle class? Hindi ka takot sumadsad sa lusak kasi alam mo how it is to be under ground zero, literally and figuratively. Hindi ka gahaman sa status kasi alam mo kung saan ka lulugar at alam mo rin anong kapasidad mo patungo sa gusto mong destination bago ka ma-Final Destination walking pneumonia style.

I am really blessed and humbled as I'm keying in this piece. It's nice to have my tiny intentional curation of my people. Tawang-tawa nga sila bakit pati people, I curate. I overthink so need ko 'yan for my sanity and insanity. But what I mean kasi talaga by curate I share with R and G, is I usually get interesting conversations naman talaga. Kahit ayoko. Usually start sa random kamusta. Ganun. So, this me, trying with full intent to spend my energy on people, spaces, and product x promos (like flights, dog stuff, Shein, Gourdos and food finds) that will matter for the long term. :) Ready na tayo for real sa real thing. CHZ. Bakit nanse-stress na naman ako rn? Hahahahahaha.

Actually, this morning's piece should be about: Moving In, Moving Out: Film Dreams e. So, may context na lang tayo please kasi Tuesday na. Maaga pa ako saka andami ko pang need gawin para malinis ang Q1 2024 ko. Tabi. Eto na tayo. UGH.

Also, need time to meet up with my friends na matatampuhin like UGH. Asar na nga, talo pa kasi sabi bakit 'pag games kahit Araneta, present ako. Me: Hold my goblet, explain ko when we see each other po. Sure akong masisindak kayo. LOL. Habol ako. Promise. Hindi na ako masyadong flaker ngayon. Saktong flaker na lang. Check natin this December 2023, kung totoo nga 'di na ako flaker because... we the South e. LOL. Easy way out is always more than liquid gold.

PS: I messaged G kasi nasa crossroads na naman siya with a very obvious answer na 'di na kelangan i-explain. Me: "Pray and work it. Proud of you always. All ways." HAHAHHAHAHHAHA. Ambait ko na talaga. Pero karne 'to sa akin mamaya or bukas. CHZ. :p

[green-birdyy]

Reflection on the movie 'Girl interrupted' Vs. life experiences regarding mental health.

SUMMARY

In 1967, Susanna Kaysen is unhappy and lost after graduating from high school. She confronts this with a psychiatrist afterwards. Delusions had been troubling her. She had also been having an affair with the spouse of her parents' friend. According to the doctor, combining a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of alcohol was an attempt at suicide. She disputes this. She is diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and the doctor advises a little spell of recuperation at Claymoore. There are many psychotic patients at Claymoore. Susanna's roommate Georgina Tuskin is a pathological liar. Fire caused significant burn scars on Polly Clark. Daisy Randone self-harms and refuses to eat in front of others. The workers, including Nurse Valerie Owens, find Lisa Rowe to be the main source of frustration.

PERSONAL REFLECTION ON THE MOVIE

Ever since I was born, I had always been struggling with interpersonal relationships. My personality had always been misunderstood and this has drastically impacted my life journey. There is only one person in the world who knows my genuine personality and that is my mother. One of the biggest reasons for this is that we share the exact same personalities and temperaments which is ‘phlegmatic-melancholic’.

Catholicmatch (2023). The phlegmatic-melancholic is introverted (though less so than the melancholic-phlegmatic), which means that his deep emotions and anxieties tend not to be clearly expressed. They tend to react extremely slowly when confronted by antagonism or strong emotions.

In the outside world, i.e., when I am with my family, friends and everyone I can assure you that I have one of the best and special personalities a person could ever ask for. However, when I am alone, my personality becomes my worst enemy. This is where stress, anxiety and depression take the best of me and it is where my mental health and my life is at risk.

Susanna Kaysen represents every young person out there who have ever felt they have no idea of what is going on in their minds. However, Susana’s journey taught me that just because I have no idea of what is happening to myself does not mean it’s the end of my life.

Lisa Susanna is another anti-social character in this movie whom I did not want to relate to at first. I was quite ambivalent about her situation but I ended up relating to her in a type of way. I had always imagined that if I had a full mental retardation, I would recklessly behave the way she did. Watching her doing all those things affected my mindset in a positive way. This meant that I did not want to be her, let alone doing what she did to some characters in the movie.

The Synopsis

There are some of good quotes in this movie which I still make reference to and apply them in my own world of life.

“Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you and me…. amplified”

“Part of me”. As I refer to my deep emotions, anxieties and introverted self. I may shout, cry and blame everyone as I like but it is part of me, these characteristics are just an amplified version of me.

Nevertheless, these ‘parts of me’ are my interruptions, as stated by the tittle of the movie. They are my interruptions because they negatively impact my various areas of occupations such education, rest and sleepand activities of daily living. These interruptions result to occupational barrier and poor occupational performance because I end up having poor quality of sleep and poor academic performance.

Susanna is just a girl interrupted. Going back to the movie, her life was interrupted since she was taken for a full 18 months stay at the hospital. Susanna’s premorbid personality was enthusiasm, ambition and she was very creative. Her personality became interrupted and she was now presenting with a borderline personality disorder.

Susanna was being kept at the hospital which means that her areas of occupation were impacted and she was not able to engage in some occupations (occupational barrier). She was not able to engage in painting, arts and crafts which were her major interests. Additionally, she was unable to engage in IADLs, education, work and other occupations.

There are many people out there living with anxiety, shame, guilt and sorrows. This passage will be very beneficial to them.

Get your self together and stay positive to ensure victory in life.

[kawaiikenna]

Yeeeeessssssss. I’m not one for analog horror because I get scared easily but I would so totally read/watch/listen to this if it became a real thing! @lilianade-comics @jumping-mirrors hopefully I met expectations. This is my first time writing something like this. ^_^;;

I would imagine the whole series being a blog/podcast that Wes does. He’s posting snippets of archived videos and other content after they’ve all graduated high school. Wes is far more chill but is still obsessed with all things ghosts just more in the way of getting the town’s story out because things with the GIW are getting worse and worse. I think he would name it the Phantom Files or maybe A Normal Day in Amity Park. Idk those are the only two that pop up in my mind.

He runs a blog where he leaks real files from the GIW of various experiments. They range from curious facts to horrific experiments that tore the subject limb from limb and molecule from molecule. Wes will talk about these files in a podcast kind of episode. Sometimes he talks about his own experiences or stories from other people in town.

The most watched videos is a documentary made up of grainy hospital footage from Vlad’s visit and subsequent quarantine. The further along in the video you watch the more you can see as this sweet college student in an immense amount of pain turns into a charismatic megalomaniac. You watch in the span of less than an hour, as Vlad twists into his current form/personality. It’s quite jarring. Because in the beginning Vlad is this sweet boy in his mid twenties just in a lot of pain. He talks to the nurses and doctors in a manner that means he’s aware of his situation and that he doesn’t necessarily have a lot of time left. He gives them as much information as he can that he knows.

Then, slowly, you watch as his personality and mannerisms change. Gone is that sweet, and honestly scared, college student. Instead there stands a man that gives no care about how his actions affect those around him; only how it will benefit himself. The most jarring thing about the whole documentary isn’t the physical change Vlad goes through, no, it’s the way he treats people. Going from someone who is honest and caring to someone who is conniving and selfish.

Another popular video is Danny being turned into Phantom. There isn’t sound and was filmed in black and white. The angle isn’t the best but you watch as these three teens, two boys and one girl, walk into what looks like a sci-fi lab with a dark empty arch on the back wall. The teens laugh and joke for about ten minutes before they move closer over to the arch. The girl fiddles with some of the machinery as the boys watch on in a concerned manner.

The girl then convinces one of the boys to put on a hazmat suit and go inside of the dark, empty arch. As he goes in, the two waiting outside seem to keep talking to him. Then suddenly a bright light takes over the screen for exactly 6.43 seconds. When the light dies down the two teens that hadn’t gone in the arch look like they have some kind of burns left from whatever had just happened. (Look up ‘radiation injuries Chernobyl’ or ‘ww2 radiation burns’ for reference if you dare) what appears to be warning lights and what could be assumed to be sirens, are flashing. The teens flinch from the screeching sounds and bright strobing lights warning them of radiation exposure. A kind of possible detoxification liquid sprays down from the ceiling. The ambient glow of things surrounding the portal fades until nearly completely gone.

The third teen that had gone inside was now laying, unmoving, on the floor in front of what now looked to be a swirling portal of light. His coloration differed from when he had initially gone into the arch. The lad around the three teens looked to have been wreaked by whatever had happened that had produced the bright light.

The two other severely injured teens were trying to take care of their downed friend. For an agonizing six and a half minutes there was no response from the boy on the ground. And then, another bright flash. It wasn’t as bright as the first but enough to make the screen glitch and fuzz around the edges. Now the two other teens are face with their friend again but looking almost as he had before going into the arch. There’s yelling between the two and the other boy pulls out what looks to be a blocky phone and hopefully calls emergency services.

Several more minutes pass before paramedics are rushing down the staircase that’s barely in the shot. They take over caring for the still unconscious but at least breathing teen on the ground. The other two are whisked away from their friend to be tended to as well. Soon the three teens are carted out of the lab; leaving it empty. The portal glows ominously on the far back wall.

Aaaannd that’s all I got. :3 I may do a bit of research and turn this into a full fic. Idk it might not happen it’ll just depend on people’s reactions and what my muse grants me to do. -w-;; Also please pardon any grammatical errors or mistakes. I wrote this with a migraine. 🥲

Thinking about Danny Phantom but as found footage/analogue horror. Like, it works SO incredibly well and I'm a bit obsessed.

Inexplicably grainy FentonWorks lab footage? A ghost dissection video log that gets more disturbing the longer it goes on? Ambiguous morality? Distorted imagery? Something being very, very wrong with the Fenton's son?

The proto-portal test footage from the 80s???? followed by hospital quarantine reports describing what a fatal dose of ecto-contaminants looks like? Which is then interrupted by Ṽ̵͇͍̓̒̕l̷̛͕̜̞̬͒̔͑̾̊͊a̷̝̰͕̗͇̣̓́́d̶̢̬̳̗̻̖̄̒̓̈́͌̚̕ ̴̡̛̱̱́́͆͠ͅw̷͎̬̠͒̐́̈́̈̇̚ā̵̢̢̛͔͙́͒̚͝k̴̡̹̘̻̜͇̬̍̏̄͂̊̀͠i̸̙͋͗̄ṅ̸̢̳̻̠̦̬͌̍͐͐̅͠g̶͇̥̮̦̗͑̃͘ ̶̨̏̈́̆͠ṳ̷͉̩̮̙̄̇͜p̸̧̡̹̗͇͘ and turning the hospital upside down?

[starsofmilos]

I’m not like them! (Adrian Chase x  plus size reader)

Synopsis: You’ve had feelings for Adrian for the longest, but you’re not his type at least you think you aren’t.

hehe I’ve had this idea for a while and noticed that there is not many plus size reader for our boy!!! And plus size girls deserve the love too! 

Warnings: dry humping,light smut, praise, insecure reader, mentions of sex, mean people,mentions of violence, self doubts, cursing, angst but happy ending

Masterlist

You weren’t Adrian’s type. Well you thought you weren’t considering almost every girl he has hooked up with in the past looks nothing like you. You’d been friends for nine years. It was a year into the friendship your feelings for him bloomed

Eight years.

For eight years, you had been in love with your best friend. It started during junior year of high school. He was the only one who didn’t make fun of you because of the way you looked. You were more curvy than most girls. That’s at least how Adrian described it.

Your body wasn’t the smallest this was a known fact to you, but Adrian...Adrian made you feel normal. Not some fat loser like everyone else did.

Your friendship bloomed from there. It didn’t take long for you to fall for him.  You were there when Chris went to prison and when Adrian first decided to become Vigilante.

His own personal nurse is what he called you. It was so hard not to love Adrian..You spent years having to deal with hearing about the threesomes with Peacemaker. The girls he would be with. 

In your eyes, this was your job. You were his best friend. You both had come so far from the chubby girl who would get picked on. To Adrian who went from the nerdy boy who played dnd in his mom’s basement. 

Adrian and you were together for your worst and best moments in your life. You even became room mates. What you didn’t know is that Adrian felt the exact same way. 

Adrian couldn’t imagine a life without you. He fell for you the day he met you. You were different. Well you looked different sure, but you were different. You didn’t wave him off and even tried your best to learn his interests. 

You took time to learn DND so he would have someone to play with. You learned his favorite foods so you could make them for him. Adrian believed he didn’t have emotions like most people, but with you..He knew he became so weak.

He never let anyone tear you down. He may not have been as strong as he was now in high school, but he still would get into fights for you. It brought a small smile to his face remembering all the lectures you would give him. 

“You can’t be this dumb Adrian! I’m use to people making fun of me! So please stop getting into fights you can’t win for me!” 

“Y/N I will always try to defend you even if I know I can’t win because you don’t deserve to be made fun of! Just because you’re a little bigger than most doesn’t mean You’re ugly like they all say and I will beat it into them so they understand that!”

“You’re the one getting beat though Adrian!!” 

Obviously it wasn’t how it use to be. Adrian later on decided to become Vigilante and from there he matured and grew. You had feelings for him before, but after you admired his bravery for risking his life and fell for him even harder than before. Yeah he killed people, but he never killed anyone who didn’t have it coming. 

Plus you couldn’t help but to check him out when he walked around shirtless in your shared apartment. With his developments though, there came the backlash. Girls started to notice him. As Vigilante and as Adrian. 

It was hard on you.

You had to watch the guy you were so hopelessly in love with get with all these pretty girls. Girls who didn’t look like you. You weren’t slim like them. You couldn’t fit into Adrian’s clothes like they could. You would never be able to be carried around effortlessly like they could.

They were so different compared to you and it hurt. It hurt to be reminded that the girls he chose to sleep with didn’t look like you. 

They didn’t have stretch marks or have to worry about what they wear. They were stared at for different reasons than you. Adrian slept with them. They knew the feelings of his arms and touch. 

You weren’t like them. 

This led to your current predicament. Peacemaker was out of jail and Adrian had been excited for them to hang out. “It’s gonna be just like old times nugget. I’m so excited.”

“Like old times..” You muttered out as Adrian nodded pacing around the apartment looking for his gloves. You reached into his top drawer handing them to him. 

“Oh thanks nugget.” He ruffled your hair walking to the living room. “No problem..” 

Adrian stopped seeing you with a small distant look. “You alright?” You nodded. “Uh yeah I’m good. You have fun okay..” He smiled giving you a quick hug.

“I really do appreciate you nugget.” You nodded hugging him back. “If I get back early let’s watch a movie yeah?” 

“Sure Adrian. Get going now.” You kissed his cheek walking to your room. Adrian grew a bit flustered walking out. “Fucking adorable.” He muttered quietly as he looked back hearing your door shut.

You sighed sitting on the bed feeling a bit sad. Peacemaker was back. That means Adrian would be gone more often and the threesomes would be starting back up. Adrian would probably be bringing girls over again or he just wouldn’t come home at all.

You shouldn’t be upset. It’s not like he was yours. You were just friends...Just friends.

Adrian laughed as Peacemaker and him blew some shit up. “Oh dude this was fun. Look if you’re down for it, I have a date coming by in a bit, wanna come with me like old times?” Adrian hummed in thought as he stood up. 

“Nah I think I’m okay.” 

“Really you usually never pass this up Vig.” Adrian nodded. “Things changed while you were in prison.” 

“Oh..you finally asked out Y/N?” Chris smirked seeing Adrian’s head pop up.

“No! We’re just friends!” Chris hummed as Adrian shook his head.

“Sure just friends. Dude just ask her out. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” Adrian scoffed. “No I’m not asking her out. She doesn’t like me dude.” 

“So you won’t mind if she starts dating.” Adrian shook his head. 

“Nope not at all. I would actually be happy if she did. She would be happy and that would make me happy.” Chris nodded. 

“She is a pretty girl. Yeah she’a bit bigger, but she’s cute.” Adrian laughed at Chris’s word. “Dude you’re joking right?” 

“What?”

“Y/N isn’t cute. She’s fucking adorable and so fucking hot. I love when she wears shorts around the apartment because holy crap her ass is amazing. She always makes sure I’m doing okay. Which reminds me she wanted me to tell you hi. She’s so sweet. I get angry though because she doesn’t look out for herself like she does everyone else.”

“Sounds like love to me dude.” Adrian shook his head.

“It’s not.” Adrian grabbed his bag deciding to take off. “Now I gotta go. You have fun though.” 

“I will shame you’re not joining.” He shrugged. “Sex hasn’t been too appealing lately.” Chris laughed. 

“The person you wanna fuck is right in front of you that’s why.” Adrian shifted on his feet. He wasn’t wrong. Most of his dirty dreams lately were with you. The thought of you moaning as he fucked you deeply.

Would you whine or cry out when he came inside of you?

Adrian shook it off laughing a bit before walking off. “I’m just saying if you don’t ask her out someone else is bound too.” Adrian sighed hearing Chris’s last remark to him.

You sat in the pizza place waiting for your order. Adrian had asked you to pick it up while he went to buy snacks for your surprise movie night. You were excited and kinda relieved he didn’t go fully crazy with Peacemaker.

“Hi.” You looked up in confusion seeing a tall dark haired man sit in front of you. “Hi?...” You said a bit confused and on guard.

“My name is Derek.” You nodded. “Okay and?” 

“What is your name pretty girl?” You choked a bit hearing him. “Uh is this a joke?” You asked a bit unamused.

“What?” 

“Look I saw your buddies pointing at me when you walked in. If they put you up to this, can I just give you a fake number and you can tell them how you got the big girl to actually think you were interested?” Derek sighed looking back at his friends who were staring at them.

“Yeah I’ll take the fake number.” You nodded grabbing a napkin and a pen. “Here now fuck off please.” He nodded.

“Yeah thanks. Sorry you seem like an approachable friendly person, you’re just not my type.” You rolled your eyes as he walked away. You were used to most guys doing this. No one ever truly liked you. You bit your lip trying to hide your emotions as you heard his friends laugh. 

Grabbing the pizza, you walked out trying to ignore the small bitter feeling as his friends pointed once more at you laughing. Fuck them. They didn’t know you for who you were. You’d like to think you were somewhat attractive. 

It was just because you were not the same size as most girls.

Adrian smiled as he set the movie up waiting for you to get home. This is what he’d been craving a night in with his favorite girl. You seemed excited too when he mentioned it and that made him excited.

You walked in tossing the pizza on the counter top. “Hey!” Adrian cheered as you walked straight to the fridge. “Hi.” He stopped after hearing you.

Why did you seem upset?

He stared at you as you grabbed a beer from the fridge using the bottle opener to quite aggressively open the bottle. Adrian couldn’t help but stare at your throat as you took a huge gulp. He shook it off walking to you.

“Dude you alright?” You nodded with a bitter smile. “Just peachy Adrian!” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” You groaned nodding. “Sorry I just had a rough day.” “Oh do you wanna talk about it Y/N?” You sighed shaking your head. “No the last thing I need is you trying to find the person who made me like this.”

“Wait someone upset you? Who?” You looked away as Adrian grabbed your hand. “Hey..talk to me.” 

“I went to get the pizza and while I waited some guy came up to me. He tried to flirt with me.” Adrian’s breath hitched at your words. “What?..” You nodded. 

“He tried to flirt with me. I never get flirted on so I for some odd reason felt flattered until I saw his friends laughing and pointing at me from the back” You scoffed biting back some tears

“They set him up to get my number so I gave him a fake one after telling him I knew what his friends had set him up too....You know what he said, ‘Sorry, you seem like an approachable friendly person, you’re just not my type.’ The nerve of some people.” 

Adrian shut his eyes feeling angry. How the fuck dare those pieces of shit toy with your emotions? Was he kinda happy that this guy didn’t ask you out? Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he wanted you to feel like crap.

You took another sip of your beer grabbing the paper plates. “It’s whatever you know. I’ll get over it.” You opened the box handing him his plate. “Let’s have some fun tonight yeah?” Adrian stood quiet.

“You know that they were idiots right?” You hummed. “I know they were idiots. Doesn’t mean what they said wasn’t true.I think I’m just tired of being the approachable one. I want to be the datable one, but any person I meet..I’m not their type.”

You were Adrian’s type.

You grabbed a slice of pizza heading to the couch. Adrian served himself following you. You sat down propping your feet under you in a criss cross position. 

“You are the datable one.” He told you while grabbing the remote. You snorted a bit. “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better. I appreciate it dude, but I’m kinda not in the mood for the whole you were better than them anyway speech.”

“You are better than them Y/N. To me you are. You’re literally the coolest and nicest person I’ve ever met. No one deserves you. Not even me.” He pressed play to the movie not noticing the small stunned look you gave him.

“Who said you didn’t deserve me?” Adrian glanced at you shrugging. 

“I did. You’ve been my friend for so long, and I don’t deserve you as my friend Y/N. You’re literally so beautiful and cool. You chose to be friends with the loser in high school knowing both of us would be getting bullied-”

“Yeah you did too. You chose to be my friend Adrian. You could’ve joined everyone else and you didn’t. If anything I don’t deserve you as my friend. You..You’re the best thing in my life. I used to think I hated people, but then I met you.” You smiled at him taking a small bite of your pizza.

Adrian stood quiet once more stopping the movie. “Dude you okay-” 

“No I’m not.” Adrian grabbed your plate wanting your full attention. “You listen to me Y/N, right here right now. I never want you to think you don’t deserve me okay? I-I...” Adrian wanted to say what had been on his mind, but as he stared at you. Nothing wanted to come out. 

“I..I think you’ll find the right person eventually. I know it. You’re one of the best things in my life and I will spend every second trying to convince you that you are worth so much.”

Adrian smiled patting your thigh. “Thanks Adrian...” You muttered out feeling slightly disappointed. “Um..I think I’m gonna call it an early night.” You told him standing up. “I think I just wanna lay down for a bit..sorry.” You ruffled his hair walking away.

Once in your room, you slid down your floor feeling tears rise in your eyes. You didn’t understand why you were crying. It felt like a dam you had been holding in finally snapped. 

Adrian was the one you wanted and he just said how you would find someone eventually. He didn’t know that the one person you wanted most was him. You hiccuped a bit wiping your face.

Adrian sat there for a bit before getting up to head to your room. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Adrian was about to knock on your door, but stopped hearing a small sniffle. 

You were crying.

He opted out of knocking instead opening your door. “Y/N-” “Oh shit!” Your yelp cut Adrian off as you jumped. “Sorry you scared me.” You nervously laughed. 

“Why are you crying?” “Oh I wasn’t crying-” “We’ve been friends for close to ten years. I think I know when you’ve been crying.” Adrian moved to sit across from you.

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t know why I’m crying.” You sniffled wiping your face. “You sure you don’t?” Adrian gave you a small look as you crossed your arms feeling vulnerable.

You stood quiet, “Adrian what if I told you a deep dark secret of mine and you didn’t approve of it..would you still stay my friend?” Adrian tilted his head a bit confused.

“I mean I don’t see why not unless you did something really bad-” 

“No I didn’t do anything bad Adrian. I just have been keeping something from you for a good eight years now and I think I have to tell you now..”

“Well what is it?” You grabbed his hand fiddling with his fingers.

“Please don’t hate me...Adrian I..I’ve been..I love you. Not as a friend. More than a friend. I’ve been in love with you for so long. I know I’m not your type. I know I’m not like the girls you usually go for..and I understand if this changes the way you view me..I just needed you to know. I’ve spent years hearing about all the girls you’ve been with knowing I can’t be them..I’m not like them so it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.” You whispered out pulling your hands away to run your fingers through your hair.

Adrian looked stunned staring straight at you. “Fuck me.” He muttered out pulling you to him. You made a small muffled noise as he kissed you. 

“You have no idea just how long I’ve liked you. Holy shit Y/N. You- You- Fuck this is totally not fair you confessed first. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you but I was such a pussy.”

“Are you serious Adrian?” 

“I am so fucking serious. I love you..I love you so fucking much. I can’t think of anyone lately but you. Fuck you’re hot and cool and mine. You’re mine.” 

“I wanna be yours Adrian..If you’ll have me.” Adrian grinned kissing you. “Why did we let so much time fucking pass by? I wanted to kiss you so bad in high school. You were so fucking cute back then and now you’re fucking adorable and pretty. Fuck so pretty.” 

Adrian groaned as he kissed you desperately. You ran your fingers through his hair. He pulled you to him wanting you on his lap.

“Wait! I might be too heavy for you-” “Shut the fuck up and get on me.” Adrian pulled you on him licking your bottom lip. You gasped a bit as he moaned pushing his tongue in.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he pulled back kissing his neck. Adrian whimpered a bit as you ground your hips down. “Sorry!” You apologized a bit self conscious. “No no don’t apologize. Do it again.” 

You nodded eagerly grinding against him. Adrian moaned guiding your hips. “Fuck fuck! You’re so fucking pretty and shit. Looking so fucking cute moaning on my fucking covered cock.” You panted as he stuck his hand under your shirt groping your breast. 

“Is this okay?” You nodded. “Please. It’s been so long..I’ve wanted no one but you.” Adrian groaned helping you speed up. “Fuck me! You’re..Fuck! I don’t know what to say Y/N! I’ve been wanting this for so long!” 

You whined against his mouth as Adrian kept kissing you. You felt your panties grow wet as he sucked a mark on your neck. 

“Fucking mine. You’re fucking mine now. I will kill anyone who fucking hurts you or tries to take you from me.” Adrian grit his teeth as you eagerly moved pulled his hair back kissing his neck. 

“Can I mark you Adrian?” 

“Fucking do it.” You smiled biting his neck before sucking small marks. Adrian grabbed your hips hauling you up with him to throw you on your bed. He pushed your hands down grinding down on you. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist throwing your head back feeling a small coil form in your lower stomach. Adrian kissed down your neck kissing the top of your chest. “Your skin taste so sweet. Fuck thank you thank you..” Adrian muttered as he felt himself on edge.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So soft. Fuck I wanna be inside of you. I wanna be inside of you fucking bad.” 

“Adrian!” You felt the knot growing. “Fuck you’re such a good girl for me. I promise I’m gonna treat you so fucking good. I’m gonna take such good care of you! I-I..Fuck!!” 

You cried out as you came in your pants feeling his cock rub against your clit. “Adrian! Adrian! Fuck please!!” You moaned out as he sped up. Adrian cursed as he came in his pants. 

“Fuck..” You panted out as he kissed your neck leading up to you. “I came in my pants..” You laughed hearing Adrian. “Me too..” 

“You did?” Adrian looked at you in surprise. You nodded. “Yeah I did..My underwear feel wet now.” 

Adrian groaned, “Please don’t get me hard again.” You kissed him. “Adrian..you were serious about all of this right?..I don’t want you feeling pressured to date me. I..I don’t feel the best some days you know that. People might make fun of you for dating me-” 

“I don’t fucking care what people think. You are so fucking soft and cute and just fuck..I’ve been wanting this for so long. I want you..I wanna prove to you that you are so fucking beautiful.” Adrian stood up as you sat up. 

“Really?..” Adrian laughed as he helped you up.

“Really..I want to date you. You’re mine now. I think you’re gonna regret it though.” 

“I could never regret it. I love you.”

“You say that now, but I want all of you Y/N. I am never going to get enough of you.” Your eyes widened as Adrian pushed his leg between your thighs. You looked in shock. 

“You’re so soft and your hips are so easy to grab. Oh and I know you’d be able to take it so fucking well. Since you have thick thighs you can squish my face a lot more when I eat you out..Fuck..” You moaned as he kissed your jaw. 

“I just want you. I want all of you Y/N.” You nodded. “You can have all of me Adrian.” He grinned pushing you on the bed. You whined as he squished your cheeks together.

“So fucking cute and pretty. Such a pretty girl.” He grabbed some of your pajamas handing them to you. 

“Get changed. I’m gonna heat up the pizza after I clean up and change. We are finishing our movie night.” 

“Okay..” Adrian grinned kissing you before walking out. Adrian loved you. He loved you for all of you. You made him feel loved. He wanted you.

You smiled at the thought of Adrian cuddling with you. He was yours and you were his.

Adrian knew it would still take him a while to convince you that he truly did want you. You’d been hurt too many times, but he was okay with that. He made himself a promise to take as long as it was needed to convince you that you were absolutely perfect. 

He loved you no matter what size you were. The other girls he was with..none of them could ever compare to you.