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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years ago

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Call Me When You’re Sober - George Weasley

Title: Call Me When You’re Sober Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, George x Angelina Johnson (kinda, sorta, not really) Warning: mentions of drug use!! Also some mentions of sexual things like sexting/sending nudes and one mention of a boner. I also use the word tits a few times. Summary: George only seems to have the time for Y/N when he’s high, and that’s just not enough for her anymore. (This is also a modern au where they have cell phones and social media bc why not) A/N: this is for an anon that wanted a fic based off of a tiktok POV they saw and funnily enough that POV ended up on my fyp last week so you can find that here if you want. The only part I was inspired by was Angelina being present, but that part was specifically mentioned in the request everything else is purely from my own brain!! This also includes a bit of Angelina Johnson slander but it does not represent my actual views. Angelina slander is not welcome in this house. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27

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The first time it happens Y/N answers the phone right away.

��George? What’s wrong?” she asks frantically, already getting out of bed. It’s three am and George never calls even at a decent hour, so she assumes that something has gone wrong and he needs help.

“Hey, Y/N,” George drawls slowly, like his mouth is moving in slow motion.

Y/N pauses in the middle of her bedroom, her hand hovering above her car keys. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” George certainly sounds off, but he doesn’t necessarily sound like he’s in need of her rescuing. When all George does is giggle in response, Y/N groans. “Are you high?”

“High on life!” George responds, prompting Y/N to roll her eyes. She shuffles back over to her bed and climbs back in, snuggling under the covers. “And maybe a little bit of weed,” he adds with a laugh.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile on her face. George is one of her favorite people in the world, and it’s hard for her to stay mad at him. “A little bit?” she teases. “You sound baked out of your mind.”

George lets out a throaty laugh, and Y/N closes her eyes, making it seem like he’s there in the room with her. They don’t get to see each other often now that they’re both out of school and busy with their lives, and George’s aversion to phone calls means all she has to get her through their periods of time apart are short text messages and stupid memes. Hearing his voice sends shivers down her spine, and if it wasn’t so late she’d be driving to wherever he is to climb into his arms.

“What can I say? Freddie got the good stuff now that we can afford it.” Y/N can hear some rustling, and she figures that he’s laying back onto his bed. “Not like back when we were at Hoggywarts. Remember those days?”

Y/N hums as she lets her mind wander back to their school days. It didn’t happen often, but every once in a while Fred or George would sneak out of the castle down to Hogsmeade to buy off of a guy that works at the Hogshead Inn. They would settle into their dorm along with Lee and after placing some spells on the room and throwing the windows open they’d light up and pass the joint around until nothing was left. The weed was cheap and burned their lungs, but none of them cared. It left them all feeling like they were floating, and they would talk for hours about nothing in particular.

George always got handsy when he was high, and Y/N supposes this is where her feelings for him started. Once the joint burned out George would pull her body close and let his hands roam all over it as he talked with the boys idly. Y/N would run her hands through his hair and scratch at his scalp, her face pressed tightly to his neck. They often ended up falling asleep together wherever they had landed, sometimes it was George’s bed, but it was usually the floor, swaddled in some random blankets and pillows from the common room. Y/N was always the first to wake up, and she’d hug George tightly for one more fleeting moment before sneaking out and back into her own dorm.

“You roll the best joints, Y/N,” George continues when Y/N doesn’t say anything. “Fred is so shit at it. No matter how many times you showed him how to do it.”

“Very sweet of you to say, Georgie,” Y/N laughs. She yawns a moment later, desperately trying to fight off sleep. “Though you were always more fond of smoking from a bowl if I remember correctly.

George yawns too and Y/N can hear him climbing under the covers of his bed. “I am. But smoking joints reminds me of you.”

“George,” Y/N says softly, sitting up in bed. She waits for him to say something, but all she’s met with are his light snores. She rolls her eyes, settling back down into her pillows. “Goodnight, George.” Y/N hangs up her phone and places it on her nightstand before letting memories of George lull her back to sleep.

The next time it happens Y/N doesn’t hear her phone the first time. She’s out of town for work, and after a long day she’d collapsed right onto the bed in her hotel room, formal clothes still on and everything. Y/N had ignored her phone the first time, hoping to fall back asleep. But when it started to ring again only seconds after it stopped she picks up her phone and answers the call without bothering to see who it is.

“Hullo?” she answers sleepily, her eyes barely open. She glances at the clock, noting that it’s only 10 pm and figures that it’s one of her coworkers inviting her to go out with them.

“You sound sleepy,” George responds softly, his voice deep and languid. “Did I wake you up?”

Y/N sits up in bed, rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes. “George?”

George laughs. “Who else would it be?”

“Considering the fact that this is literally the second time you’ve ever called me I figured it would be anyone else besides you,” Y/N teases, shrugging out of her suit jacket.

“Hey,” George whines, and Y/N can practically hear the pout on his face. “I called you on your birthday.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Oh, you’re right, my mistake.” She pauses as she walks over to the dresser in the room, starting to take off her jewelry. “How baked are you this time?” she asks playfully.

“What makes you think I’m high?” George laughs.

“For one the sound of your voice,” Y/N explains as she kicks off her heels. “And you only call me when you’re high. Oh, and on my birthday,” she adds when George makes a noise of disapproval.

Y/N hears George shuffle around, and she takes the opportunity to put him on speaker so she can put her phone down and start getting rid of the rest of her clothes. “You can tell by my voice?”

“Mhm,” Y/N hums, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. “It gets deeper and slower.”

“Really?” George asks, sounding surprised. “Does it sound sexy?”

Y/N laughs as she heads over towards her suitcase, taking off her bra as she goes. She starts to dig through the mess, trying to find her pajamas. “Super sexy,” she responds, hoping George is too high to notice how serious she is.

“What are you doing? You sound too far away.”

Y/N chuckles at George’s dramatics as her hands finally land on her sleep shirt. It’s an old t-shirt of George’s that she stole sometime during their last year and never gave back. Whenever Y/N travels for work she brings it with her as a reminder of home. “I’m putting my pajamas on.”

“So, you’re naked right now?” George’s voice is rough, and it sends a shiver right down her spine.

“Practically,” Y/N responds, pulling the shirt over her head. It’s far too large for her so the hem barely brushes the tops of her thighs, but it reminds her of George, and that’s what matters.

George groans, and Y/N can feel her cheeks heating up as she crawls back into bed. “Wish I was there to see.” Y/N can feel butterflies erupt in her stomach and she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to conceal the noise that bubbles out of her throat. “Send me a pic of your tits,” he continues bluntly when Y/N doesn’t say anything.

“George!” Y/N says, the surprise in her tone evident. The butterflies in her stomach are going wild, and Y/N has to remind herself that it’s the weed talking, not George. “I’m not going to do that George.” Although Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to. “Besides I’m already dressed and in bed.”

“What a party pooper,” George grumbles. “Got me all hard for nothing.” Y/N’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. George has never been this lewd with her in all the times they’ve been high together, and she wonders if it’s because of whatever he smoked or because this is one of the only times they’ve been alone while one of them was baked. “What are you wearing then? A sexy little nighty?”

Y/N has to take a few deep breaths, hardly able to believe what she’s hearing. Part of her wants to tell George to knock it off and hang up on him. But the other part has wanted to hear George talk to her like this since their Hogwarts days and she doesn’t know which part should win.

“One of your old t-shirts, actually,” Y/N responds quietly, giving in to her desires.

George groans, and it takes everything in Y/N’s power not to shove a hand down her panties. “That red one? That I let you borrow and never saw again?”

“You remember that?” Y/N asks softly.

“Of course,” George answers. His voice is slower now and Y/N can tell he’s going to fall asleep any second. Smoking always makes him tired and he was often the target of a few pranks since he would be the first to nod off. “That’s like a guys wet dream. Seeing a girl that’s as pretty and sexy as you are in his clothes.”

Y/N bites her tongue as to not say anything, just listening to George through the phone. His breathing starts to slow down, and within a few seconds Y/N can tell he’s fallen into a deep sleep. She listens to him breathe for a moment, before hanging up and tossing her phone down. She cuddles up in the unfamiliar bed, desperately trying to fall asleep.

Every few weeks George’s name pops up on Y/N’s phone usually late at night and he’s always baked out of his mind. Y/N finds it nice the first half dozen times, George’s voice is always calming to her and she basks in the opportunity to get to speak with him. They haven’t seen each other in months, despite the fact that Y/N has tried to catch up with him several times. But he’s always got an excuse ready. At first Y/N understood, the joke shop is his number one priority, but after a while it gets insulting. When George is sober he can barely be bothered to send her a text message but the second he lights up he’s dialing her phone number.

One night when he calls she asks him why he doesn’t just invite her over to smoke. Her flat is only 30 minutes outside of London and he knows that she’d drive to the ends of the earth to see him. But of course he has an excuse. He says that it’s something just for him and Fred, a way to wind down together after a hectic workday. Which makes sense to Y/N, and as much as she wants to push it she doesn’t. If it were any other person she would have given up on their friendship by now. But George isn’t just any average person. He’s the person she cares most about in this world, and Y/N doesn’t want to live without him. So as shitty as it makes her feel to just be someone he calls when he’s too baked to care who he talks to, she puts up with it.

That is until she reaches her breaking point.

The last time it happens Y/N doesn’t answer her phone the first time it rings. Or the second time. She’s just gotten home from having a few drinks with friends and the alcohol has made her brave. She puts her phone on vibrate mode and leaves it on her bed as she gets ready to go to sleep. It takes her 20 minutes to get ready and once she’s finally in bed under the covers she picks up her phone to assess the damage.

“What the fuck George?” she whispers to herself, scrolling through the notifications on her phone. She has 15 missed calls from him and a litany of text messages.

Answer ur phone Y/N Y/N I called again Pls Answer me Y R u ignoring me Need to hear your voice Baby Y/N Im gonna call until u pick up Ill keep txtin 2 Baby please Y/N I need to talk to you I miss u Pls

When George’s name and the stupid photo of him Y/N set as his contact picture pop again Y/N sighs and she reluctantly answers. “What?”

“Oh my god finally,” George groans in his usual slow voice. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Because, George. I was busy. I have a life outside of you and your stupid little phone calls.” Her tone is harsh, and George is so quiet for a moment that Y/N has to check to make sure that he hasn’t hung up on her.

“Why are you so angry?” he asks a second later, and Y/N can tell he’s upset. Normally she would just drop the subject, but there’s alcohol thrumming through her veins and she’s tired of keeping it all in.

“Because, George,” Y/N sneers. “You only call me when you’re high. You dodge every attempt I make at seeing you and you barely even text me anymore. I thought we were friends George. But in reality you treat me like dirt. You use me whenever you want and then you cast me aside without another thought until you’re high again.”

“Y/N,” George starts, but he gets distracted when someone in the background starts to giggle wildly.

Y/N’s blood runs cold, immediately recognizing that laugh. “I thought smoking was something for only you and Fred, George?” Y/N asks accusatorily, sadness and hurt starting to mix with her anger. “I can’t believe you. Not only did you lie to me, but you can find the time to hang out with Angelina Johnson and not your best friend?”

“I-I’m here all alone, Y/N. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” George stutters. But before Y/N can say anything, the same voice says something.

“Georgie,” Angelina whines. “You’re too far away, get back over here.”

“Y/N, I can explain,” George starts, but she cuts him off.

“Fuck you, George Weasley.” Y/N spits, before hanging up on him. She turns her phone off and slams it down, before burying her head in her pillow and crying herself to sleep.

When Y/N wakes up the next morning her head is pounding and her throat is dry, and it’s not just from the alcohol she drank. George broke her heart last night, and she has the dry tear tracks on her cheeks to prove it. Y/N avoids her phone, deciding she’s not quite ready for whatever is going to pop up when she turns it back on.

She gets ready for the day slowly, thankful that it’s still the weekend. Y/N stands in the shower for nearly an hour, just letting the hot water sting her skin. When she gets out she brushes her hair slowly, just looking at herself in the mirror. She can’t help but be as mad at herself as she is at George. George may have treated her like shit, but Y/N let him. She let herself become so desperate for his attention that she played right into his stupid game. And as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she doesn’t regret it for a second. All she’s ever craved was George’s undivided attention, and finally getting it felt so good, even if George was higher than a kite each time. Seeing his name pop up on her phone gave Y/N a thrill each time, even though she wanted more – deserved more. Y/N has always been there for George and all she wanted was for him to be there for her too.

Y/N picks out her comfiest lounging outfit, forcing herself not to automatically reach for the old shirt of George’s hanging in her closet. She’s been wearing it more often these days, craving the comfort of his embrace but settling for the cloth of his shirt instead. But now the sight of it makes her want to throw up.

She’s been up for nearly two hours when she settles back into bed, a hot cup of tea in her hands. Y/N’s not sure if she’s actually ready to face whatever mess George put them in last night, but sooner is better than later. She places her mug on her bedside table, reaching over to flip the framed photo she has of her and George over so she can’t see their smiling faces. When her phone finally boots up the screen shows just her background for a moment, before a barrage of texts, missed calls and voicemails show up. George has called nearly 100 times, with almost as many voicemails accompanying them and he’s texted over 200 times to boot.

Y/N scrolls through them, surprised to find that the most recent call and voicemail are from Fred. She can’t remember the last time Fred initiated a phone call with her, since he’s just as hard to get on the phone as George. Fred prefers to communicate through snapchats and tweets, so Y/N knows something big has gone on if Fred bothered to pick up his phone and make a call.

“Uh hey, Y/N. It’s me. Fred. But you probably already know that. Or maybe you don’t. Whatever, not important. I know this is probably the last thing you wanna hear since he’s left you like a thousand messages, but will you please call George? Or text him. Hell send him an email. He’s sorry for whatever it is he did. I’m not really sure what, he was crying a lot when he barged into my room and I was zooted as hell. But what matters is he’s sorry and he really wants to talk to you. So call him, please. Do it for me, at least even if you don’t do it for him. Okay anyway. Bye.”

Y/N sighs, running a hand through her hair. As pissed as she is, she hates to hear that George is upset. She chooses to ignore George’s voicemails for now, since they’re probably a mishmash of words and sobs considering how messy Fred said he was. She clicks on her text message app, scrolling through the messages George had sent, stopping every once and a while to read a few.

Y/N please Im srry Its sending me to voicemail Did u turn ur phone off Talk 2 me Pls y/n pls baby baby baby im sorry I need you to talk to me I need to hear ur voice Pls Let me explain I dnt care abt angie Not like how I care abt u Y/N please. Don’t do this I fucked up I knw I fucked up Let me make it right Please I love you, please

The last text message shocks Y/N, and she rereads it over and over again until its image is imprinted in her brain. George has only ever told her he loves her one other time. It was the last time they got high together, the night before he and Fred left to start the joke shop. Fred, George, Lee and her were all fairly baked, and after Fred and Lee left to sneak down to the kitchens for snacks, George had turned to Y/N and pulled her right into his lap. He had grabbed her face with both of his hands and looked deep into her eyes. I love you, you know that right? His tone was firm and when Y/N nodded he used his grip on her face to pull her into a kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, but she didn’t care. He had mumbled the word ‘good’ when he pulled away and in a blink of an eye he’d drifted off to sleep. Y/N had snuck back into her own bed, figuring it was best to ignore it, since George surely wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway.

A knock at her door brings Y/N out of her thoughts and she tosses her phone on the bed to go and answer it. She’s been expecting a package, so when Y/N reaches the door she doesn’t bother to check to see who it is, and just throws it open.

“You look like hell,” Y/N says when her eyes land on George. She certainly wasn’t expecting it to be him, but she’s truly not surprised. His text messages had sounded desperate and it’s very like George to just show up at her doorstep when she doesn’t want him to after he refused to come over for months. Y/N looks him over as he fidgets, taking in his disheveled appearance. His eyes are sullen and dull, his hair is sticking out in a million directions and his skin is ever paler than normal.

“Suppose I deserve that,” George responds, his voice raspy. He lets his eyes rake over Y/N, dumbfounded by how beautiful she looks even in her lounge wear. It’s the first time he’s seen her in person in over half a year and even though he’s spent much of his free time staring at her Instagram photos, she still takes his breath away. “You look good though.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and goes to slam the door, but George puts his hand up to stop it. “What do you want, George?”

“Just let me explain,” he pleads. “Just let me explain everything and then if you want I’ll go. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to talk to me or see me again. You can delete me from your life. But I can’t let you go without explaining myself.”

“Fine,” Y/N resolves, stepping aside and opening the door so George can come in. She leads him over to her couch and motions for him to sit down. Y/N resists her urge to sit next to him, instead choosing to stand in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed. “Talk.”

George clears his throat and starts to fiddle with his thumbs. “I like calling you when I’m high because I say whatever comes to my mind. When I’m sober I think too much about what I’m going to say, and I never end up saying what I want. But when I’m high the words just fly out of my mouth without me thinking about the consequences and I like that. Because there’s so many things I want to say to you that I don’t have the balls to say when I’m sober.”

“Like asking me for tit pics?” Y/N asks with a curt laugh.

“Honestly, yes,” he answers, a blush forming on his cheeks. “But it’s more than that. Like telling you I smoke joints even though I despise them, and Fred can’t roll to save his life because it reminds me of you. Or that just the thought of you not wearing any clothes drives me wild. Or that I find you so ungodly beautiful and so damn sexy, Y/N. And that I love you.” George pauses for a moment so he can just watch Y/N. “Because I do love you, Y/N. So much more and in so many different ways than a best friend should.”

Y/N bites her lip to keep herself from sharing the same sentiment as George. Because holy hell does she love him with every fiber of her being, but he’s fucked up and hurt her in more ways than just his inability to admit his feelings. “Then why keep me at arm’s length, George? You avoid all my attempts to see you, you only ever bother talking to me when you’re baked out of your mind and you lie to me. Out of all the people in the world you had to smoke with it had to be her. You know how I feel about Angelina.”

Despite being roommates and pretty similar personality wise, Y/N and Angelina never really got along. They were always competing with each other, for the best grades in their year, for prefect and head girl, and Y/N is ashamed to admit that they’d fought over a boy or two in their early years at Hogwarts. But by far their biggest competition was for George’s attention. George couldn’t care less about girls during his time at Hogwarts, Fred didn’t either but at least he would sleep with some of the girls that threw themselves at him. George on the other hand didn’t seem to care. The only girl he ever bothered to spend meaningful time with was Y/N, and it drove Angelina up the wall. Angelina did everything she could to vie for George’s attention, including spreading a nasty rumor about Y/N during their 5th year. Much to Angelina’s disappointment it failed miserably, and they pretty much ignored each other from that day on.

“The Angelina thing is not my fault,” George insists. “She came into the shop just before we closed, and Fred invited her up and she accepted. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not let her in your room!” Y/N answers as if it’s obvious. “But this isn’t just about Angelina, I don’t want to talk about her. It’s about the fact that you’ve been treating me like shit, George. I’ve been trying so hard to get through to you and you stop me every time.”

“Because being around you and having to pretend that I don’t have feelings for you is too painful,” George admits honestly. “The only time I’m brave enough to be with you the way I want to is when I’m high. Why do you think I was always grabbing your ass after we smoked? Why I always made you cuddle me? Why I kissed you that night?”

“You remember that?” Y/N asks, clearly shocked. George had never mentioned it again and Y/N figured he was too high to remember what he said and did. It had upset her to no end that George returning her feelings was only a side effect of the weed, but she never brought it up to him in fear of ruining their relationship.

George scoffs. “Of course I do. When I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there I figured you didn’t feel the same way. So, I just never mentioned it, and when you didn’t either I figured you thought I was just being a high idiot like always and brushed it off. I never invited you to smoke after that because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. And kissing you once is easy to explain away but kissing you every time we get high pretty obviously means something more. So, I would call you instead. And I’d lay in my bed high as hell pretending that you were there next to me until I fell asleep with you on the phone.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Y/N mutters. Before she has a chance to regret her actions, Y/N is throwing herself at George. She straddles his waist and kisses him hard, moaning when his hands land on her bum and give it a squeeze. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” she pants, starting to trail kisses across George’s jaw and down his neck. “But you’re my idiot.”

George chuckles before he grabs Y/N’s face so that he can kiss her again. Their lips move together slowly, and George starts to rub Y/N’s back lightly. “I love you,” he murmurs as their kiss breaks.

“I love you too,” Y/N responds, her head dizzy.

“Does this mean I get tit pics whenever I want?” George asks cheekily, laughing when Y/N slaps his chest.

“Only if you promise to only call me when you’re sober from now on,” Y/N bargains.

George grins at Y/N before leaning in to kiss her briefly. “Deal.”

#George Weasley #George Weasley imagine #gw #golden

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eatprayworm · 4 years ago

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rongzhi fic: tender spots

shoutout to @kpopfantasywriter and @minkyunghoon who really got me out here, writing 2k of wrist and ankle kink LMAO. this was written in a single sitting and not really proofread bc we die like unedited women. mentions of canon typical violence, as well as sex.

summary: 5 times wang zhi was obsessed with ding rong’s wrists, and 1 time ding rong was obsessed with wang zhi’s ankles.

{flame}

Night has long since settled in the city, and Ding Rong’s study is still aglow in candlelight.

Wang Zhi finds himself walking to the study before he can stop himself, a moth pulled into the magnetic, destructive glow of flames. He brushes back the curtain, revealing Ding Rong diligently working at his desk, mixing together some sort of concoction with the utmost care. He doesn’t look up from his work, which is alright; Wang Zhi is only here to watch.

Over the past few years, Wang Zhi must have spent hours watching Ding Rong work; has felt like a snake to the charmer, unable to look away from the nimble maneuverings of long fingers as they work tirelessly into the night. No matter how many times he’s witnessed Ding Rong in his poisonous, precise element, Wang Zhi still finds himself soothed, placated by the careful ministrations.

Ding Rong lifts the tube up to the light, leans in to examine something (the consistency, Wang Zhi guesses), and Wang Zhi’s gaze slips below the glass, below his fingers, to the exposed skin of Ding Rong’s wrist. Although he has pulled back his sleeve enough that he’s in no danger of catching fire, the angle he holds the tube has cast his wrist in sunset citrine. Ding Rong must feel the heat of the flame, from the ferocity in Wang Zhi’s stare, but he shows no sign of it, every bit the single-minded scientist.

The spell breaks like this: Ding Rong setting the tube in its holder, scribbling a few hasty notes onto a slip of paper. When he looks up at last, his eyes are a fiery pit, a forest fire at night. Wang Zhi swallows.

“Did you need something sir?”

Wang Zhi finds he cannot lie in these murky shadows. “No.”

Ding Rong nods. He picks up another tube, and he starts again.

{blood}

For all of his talents in torture, Ding Rong’s usual method of killing is more akin to an executioner: swift, clinical, unfeeling. There is no joy, no malice; only an irrefutable fact, the ending of life at the edge of his blade.

The body hasn’t even hit the floor when Ding Rong pulls out the little handkerchief he keeps on his person for such occasions, wiping the blood off the short knife with the same efficiency he used to drag it across the traitor’s throat. Wang Zhi watches because that’s his nature; Ding Rong allows it because that, too, is his nature. They have more work to do (there is always more), and Wang Zhi is about to call in a servant to take care of the body when he sees Ding Rong’s eyebrows furrow a fraction, displeased. Before Wang Zhi can ask, Ding Rong is tugging down his sleeve, revealing splatters of blood on his wrist like flecks of paint, rubies staining snow.

The contrast is….something, Wang Zhi uselessly supplies. And it’s this very unnameable something that propels him forward, yanking the stained handkerchief from Ding Rong’s more than capable hands. But this too, Ding Rong allows, with only a faint hint of curiosity. Wang Zhi can feel his neck prickling with an uncomfortable heat (he’s sure Ding Rong can see his flush, because watching is their nature) as Wang Zhi pats at the offending blood stains until they’re gone.

Wang Zhi should drop his wrist and move away, but he finds himself at an impasse, staring at Ding Rong’s wrist like more blood may magically appear on the surface if Wang Zhi looks away for even a second. Ding Rong allows this (and Wang Zhi wishes he wouldn’t, wishes he would retreat because he’s not sure if he trusts himself to walk away first), and Wang Zhi follows the line of his blue veins, notes the small, raised bumps of skin from old injuries, while a body grows cold between them.

Only when Ding Rong’s fingers twitch does Wang Zhi drop his wrist, shove the handkerchief at Ding Rong without meeting his eyes.

“Hurry up,” Wang Zhi snaps, prowling toward the Depot entrance as if he wasn’t the one holding them up.

He thinks he hears a soft huff, amused, before Ding Rong falls in line.

{public}

The meeting is dragging on entirely too long for Wang Zhi’s taste. These boring old men, both speaking what they must think are saccharine-sweet lies, clever and potent, but Wang Zhi has read them many times before, the same old story with a predictable end. Nonetheless, he stays seated, takes a sip of wine to dull the edges of annoyance.

He manages to catch Ding Rong’s eyes across the room. I hate it here. I’m bored. Ding Rong remains perfectly still, large hands crossed at his front like the picture of obedience and respect, two qualities Wang Zhi knows he does not have for these men. His eyes do seem to twinkle, though, as he turns back to the men. I know. Patience, love.

Ding Rong has the unfortunate privilege of serving these men tonight, and when one lifts a hand to signal Ding Rong for more wine, the man sweeps across the room like a phantom, an effortless glide. Wang Zhi idly watches over the top of his cup, which he holds onto like a lifeline - and then he sits up straighter, because what.

For reasons beyond Wang Zhi, Ding Rong has chosen to...roll up his sleeves for this? Bare skin exposed to the elements, to these boorish men and their foolish words, and Wang Zhi feels his jaw tightening. He knows he’s being irrational; he knows there’s nothing wrong with this, but Ding Rong never rolls up his sleeves unless necessary, and this time it is completely unnecessary. Wang Zhi blames the alcohol for the way his mood sours; catching glimpses of Ding Rong’s wrists has been a private hobby, a secret joy, and now Ding Rong is just….allowing these unworthy men to look upon what Wang Zhi treasures so greatly.

He can feel himself pouting. He doesn’t think he stops for the rest of the night.

Ding Rong catches his gaze again, and this time Wang Zhi allows himself to openly scowl. There’s the barest flash of amusement on Ding Rong’s face before he returns to his station.

{sex}

Sometimes, Wang Zhi thinks he likes Ding Rong’s wrists the most like this.

Wang Zhi all but pounces on Ding Rong when he comes to their bed, and they become a tangle of roving hands and kisses, entwined in a passionate design. They’ve barely managed to rid each other of their outer robes before Wang Zhi pushes Ding Rong down on the bed, pins him there with one hand on each wrist. Ding Rong blinks in acceptance of this change, and it does nothing to clear his eyes from a foggy lust.

Ding Rong can easily break from Wang Zhi’s grasp and swap their positions; he’s done this before, in fact, and will do so again in the future, and Wang Zhi will allow it, welcome it, crave it. Wang Zhi isn’t as strong, his hands small around his wrists, more symbolic than shackle; but here, the two blend into one and the same.

Because they do this sometimes - they play with power in the safety of their bedroom, little tugs of war where there is no loser, because Wang Zhi knows Ding Rong wants him in any way Wang Zhi will give himself up, and Wang Zhi knows he will give himself to Ding Rong in every way he can. Here, Wang Zhi will bow to a commanding word; here, Ding Rong will bend to a show of force. Only here, only you.

Wang Zhi gradually releases Ding Rong’s wrists so he can sit up and straddle Ding Rong properly. Although he frees Ding Rong, the man does not move; he lies perfectly still, one hand at each side of his head, wrists up, yielding. You’ve got me. And what a sight - the vulnerable exposure of skin, baring himself to Wang Zhi in a white flag of surrender as he stares up like a challenge, like he’ll die without more of Wang Zhi’s touch. It’s absurd the way it affects Wang Zhi, his heart pounding a wild rhythm as he allows himself to drink in the beautiful sight, committing it to memory.

He must take longer than Ding Rong cares to wait, because then there’s a long leg hooking around him, dragging him back down, and his annoyed grunt is muffled in a deep kiss.

{life}

Later, when they’ve shared in pleasure and cooled down, Wang Zhi burrows against Ding Rong’s side until Ding Rong all but flops to his side, caging Wang Zhi to his chest with his arm. A pleased captive, Wang Zhi shifts again to get Ding Rong properly pressed along his back, warm breath tickling the back of his neck. He’s sated and warm, sleep fastly approaching as he settles in place.

Ding Rong’s fingers splay across Wang Zhi’s chest, a claim and shield over his heart. Such a simple gesture, but one that makes the already pliant Wang Zhi grow softer as he drowns in warmth, in the heady intoxication that is love. He carefully lifts Ding Rong’s wrist, grasp tightening when Ding Rong moves to pull back entirely. Don’t leave, Wang Zhi says with a trace of his thumb over the vein.

He can feel Ding Rong’s pulse, the steady thrum of life that beats beneath Wang Zhi’s touch. Alive. Here. Isn’t that such a rarity, such a miracle? To be alive, entwined, together?

Wang Zhi lifts Ding Rong’s wrist, presses a lingering kiss where his thumb once traced.

When he places Ding Rong’s hand back on his chest, he thinks he can feel Ding Rong’s fingers tremble as they return to his heart, where they belong.

{exposure}

Wang Zhi returns to his quarters after his bath sooner than Ding Rong anticipated, and he’s about to ask if everything’s alright when he takes in his commander’s form and the words die on his tongue.

The soft, white robe, well. It’s certainly shorter than Ding Rong remembers it being.

Perhaps a servant brought in a different robe by mistake, because Wang Zhi is padding around his room, grousing about where he put his comb, with his ankles on display. Ding Rong, who has seen every inch of Wang Zhi’s body numerous times before, finds himself staggered by this sight.

After some digging around his room (and nearly knocking his right ankle against a bin, much to Ding Rong’s horror), Wang Zhi retrieves his comb. He thinks he hears Wang Zhi say something about disciplining a servant. Truthfully, He thinks he nods and assents. But he can’t be sure, because Wang Zhi is now plopping himself onto his cushioned seat, crossing those ankles without a care in the world, and Ding Rong is floundering.

He knows Wang Zhi knows he’s staring at him; this is what they do, orbit one another with bodies and gazes, made physical with their intent. But, for once, he’s not admiring his pretty Commander, cheeks still flushed from the bath and hair like an ebony waterfall; instead, he’s tracing the jutting bones of his ankles, torn between admiring the teasing curvature of their shape and worrying that he might be cold.

It’s the latter that prompts Ding Rong into action. He takes a spare blanket from Wang Zhi’s bed, and before he can stop himself, he crouches down to drape the blanket across Wang Zhi’s feet. The soft purr of Wang Zhi’s comb through his hair has stopped, but Ding Rong continues anyway, carefully tucking in the fabric across his ankles.

“Di-”

“You’ll catch cold,” Ding Rong interrupts, a boldness he seizes in these private moments.

When he finally dares to look up, Wang Zhi is looking at him like he’s gone mad - and maybe he has, because he’s tracing reverent circles against his (now covered) ankles as if to make a point. Wang Zhi’s expression finally shifts as he cracks into a disbelieved smile.

“Come here,” Wang Zhi says, incredulous laugh trailing his words as he reaches out to Ding Rong.

Ding Rong meets him halfway, pouring his embarrassment and desire into a long kiss.

#tsomd #my fic #rongzhi #where i get to wax poetic about wrists and ankles #with some handed hand kink bc i do be obsessed with ding rong's hands....

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feynavaley · 5 years ago

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Headcanon: America is some sort of Instagram celebrity.

It happens almost by mistake. He’s not the only personification with an Instagram account – however, unlike most of the others, he sets it as public. And, since Alfred is a handsome and extroverted 19-year-old who posts a lot of pictures and videos (goofy selfies, snaps of mundane and relatable moments, outdoor activities, places he’s visiting...) he quickly gains followers.

Along with his growing fame, the ‘mystery’ surrounding his identity develops as well. The thing is that, in spite of being extremely extroverted and bubbly and posting many daily anecdotes, America doesn’t actually reveal much personal info. This only makes the interest bloom. He’s known as ‘Al Jones’ (and his handle is ‘alamericajones’), there are many speculations on what his full name is. Ironically, Alfred is very low on the list as it’s almost unheard of for a modern teenager. There are also different theories on where he lives as he posts from all over the United States. Some of the more accredited speculations are NYC, Washington DC, or Los Angeles, but nobody knows for sure and there are many others.

With time, people start noticing that pictures Al claims are taken at his own house don’t match, they clearly belong to different buildings. Somebody says he’s lying – a teen who isn’t even old enough to drink alcohol owning multiple apartments is ridiculous. Others suggest that he may come from a very rich family and the houses belong to his parents.

Al’s family is another puzzle, however. He never posts pictures with his parents or even mentions them, which is kind of odd, considering he overshares in many other departments. (Somebody says it might be to respect their privacy, but then again, it’s still weird that there isn’t even a single mention. Besides, Al doesn’t seem to worry too much about privacy when it comes to other people who are often featured on his account.) A frequent feature on Al’s Instagram is, instead, another teen-aged guy who looks a lot like him and Al calls his ‘little bro’ in the caption of their first picture he posted. The event causes an uproar, but the enthusiasm turns into disappointment as people realize that the brother’s profile is set as private. All they can see is his name, Matthew W. (The ‘W’ is universally assumed to be the first letter of his second name – the most accredited guess being ‘William’ – as his surname, logically, must be Jones.) What immediately jumps to the eye is Matthew’s handle, ‘matthew.canada’. People are ready to shrug it off as just an oddity until somebody notices that many pictures featuring Matthew are, indeed, taken in Canada; almost as if Matthew lived there. Al never gives an explanation. The first tentative guess is that Matthew is studying or working in Canada, but as time goes by, it becomes clearer and clearer that Matthew has a distinctly Canadian feel to him. In addition to his handle, he often has a stylized maple leaf somewhere on his clothes, Al says complains in some captions that ‘Mattie’ doesn’t feel the cold and mocks him in others for how he cannot handle the heat... Moreover, the few times Matthew comments under Al’s pictures, he uses the British spelling and Canadian idioms. He gives the impression of being somebody born and raised in Canada. However, the tentative guess that Al might have moved out for work is shot down as Al is, instead, undeniably American to the core. In the end, the most accredited theory is that one of their parents is American and the other Canadian. Al doesn’t comment, and any further attempt to get an insight on the matter is thwarted by the fact nobody can find a Matthew Jones matching the face in Al’s pictures.

Even odder is the second person Alfred refers to as his brother, a grumpy guy named Arthur who, instead, doesn’t look like Alfred at all. He appears less than Matthew, always scowling, and his pictures are often deleted not long later. He also frequently posts sarcastic comments under Al’s pictures, though. His profile is private as well, but his name is listed as ‘Arthur Kirkland’ and his profile picture shows the Big Ben. Not to mention, he undeniably uses BrE in his comments. People are confused. Alfred’s unhelpful answer, this time, is ‘my family’s complicated 🙂’ and he leaves it there. Some people claim Arthur is Alfred’s half-brother or step-brother, somebody even suggests Arthur isn’t related to Alfred at all but a person Alfred calls his ‘older brother’ in a metaphorical sense as he looks up to him. (Nobody knows that Alfred has to use all his self-control not to correct the assumption and accidentally reveal something, nor do they have any idea of the smug smile curving Arthur’s lips as he reads the comment and calls an intern to have it screenshotted. From time to time, he brings it up to tease Alfred.) Once again, however, nothing concrete can be found.

There is also the mystery of what Al’s job is. The option he’s attending university/college is soon discarded as Al never mentions studying but some comments allude to him having a job. From time to time, he complains about his boss being unreasonable. Al isn’t even just a blogger as, anytime he mentioned his job, he talked about paperwork (something like a selfie of him at the desk with a sad face and a caption that said ‘wasting this sunny day inside bc I’m buried in paperwork 😞😭’) or having a meeting. Al is oddly cryptic about the nature of these meetings, but it’s clear he often has to go abroad for them. There are also pictures of him with people he calls his coworkers or colleagues – all young people of different nationalities, none of which looks older than their mid-twenties. Nobody can figure out which job can entail something like that. When a person suggests they’re all international spies or agents, it’s laughed off as a joke. (The theory keeps resurfacing from time to time, though. It’s clearly not the truth, and at the same time, it’s the only one that could logically explain everything...)

But this isn’t where the oddities stop. Al is good-natured and goofy, but some of the pictures and stories he posts are... concerning. His parkour stunts hardly raise any eyebrow as he clearly knows what he’s doing, but other things... getting way too close to dangerous wild animals... hiking away from the trail and in bad weather condition... and once Al posts a picture showing a bandaged arm with the caption ‘Mattie’s bear didn’t want to cuddle with me 😟’. It would be taken as a joke, if it weren’t for the polar bear cub (with an oddly smug expression) in a corner of the photo. The uproar is so big – people calling Al stupid for getting close to a bear, saying he’s a bad role-model for celebrating this act of idiocy that didn’t end badly only thanks to his spectacular luck, people worried for a bear being kept in a house, people threatening to report Al and Matthew for animal abuse – that it ends up being deleted. The incident is fresh on many people’s minds, however. Al may always come out of his adventures unscathed, but they start making some people uncomfortable. The most charitable ones are worried about Alfred’s recklessness, others start saying that it’s all a hoax of a bored teen who wanted to be an online celebrity or even a social experiment. Either way, it’s all fake. The pictures are photoshopped (even if with incredible skills, as there’s no visible evidence of that), and he uses friends’ houses to pretend to be in different locations. Al proclaims himself innocent, he seems genuinely upset for not being believed. He doesn’t spend too much energy trying to clear his name, though.

After a bit, people are genuinely confused about what’s going on with Al. The theories – on his behaviour, on whether it’s fake or real, on which part is real and which part invented – keep multiplying and becoming wilder and wilder. And in all this, America doesn’t care. He finds all the speculations amusing (and, unlike other personifications, he isn’t concerned about them as nobody ever got close to the truth, he doesn’t think there’s any danger of his identity being exposed) – but what he truly enjoys is sharing his days with people who are genuinely interested. Even if it’s all virtual, it’s still a part of the human interactions he craves for so much.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanon #aph america #aph canada #aph england #feyna's headcanon #queue

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years ago

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Med Rewatch Series (#1)

Right, monkey brain said no sleep no rest, only suffering at the hands of med.

I am going to start with the first episode of S2: Soul Care. Reasoning? I need to check if Latham references Ava in his first interaction with Connor.

If my memory serves me right, when Connor is passed over to Latham for his fellowship, Latham says that he was not his first choice. In fact, his first choice was a brilliant surgeon from South Africa. In the first episode of S2, a season where Ava Bekker is only introduced with one line at the end of the last episode.

If I remember correctly and Latham does actually say that in the first ep of s2, it will be huge for the continuity (and my theory that I came up with today, if you’re interested in following this you should really read that really long post that came a little before this where the basis of the theory is laid out).

Also in rewatching this I see more of Sarah which, again, I have not seen in two years, and she was the reason I became invested in the show, and the reason I stopped watching after she left.

And all of this even before I start the episode.

There are so many emotions and thoughts running through my brain it literally hurts. I think i’m getting a headache. I’m already really regretting this, this cannot be healthy for me.

(btw, this will basically be a train of thought type thing, I’ll do my best to keep it coherent)

- omg its starting

- i completely forgot how s1 ended but its not importnat in anyway

- just, why are they in a helicopter

- how fast does the episode move ive forgotten and i need to know

-JESUS CHRIST SO DRAMATIC

- THE BEGINNING WITH WILL WHY

- it is at this point where I apologize to all those who made it this far bc we’re literally not even 30 seconds in yet

- i just have a lot of med thoughts

- oh god save me

- i am laughing hysterically

- JESUS CHRIST THE APRIL TB STORYLINE AND TATE WTF

- god that feels like a lifetime ago it was relevant holyshit

-remember when she was pregnant?

- literally what have I missed

- side note, i really like the cup april drinks out of.

-THERE SHE IS

-SARAH

-SHE’S HERE

-and she’s a barista

-literally wtf is this show

-and the dramatic music is still going literally chill man god

-THE WAY SARAH SMILES HOLY SHITTTT come on man there was literally no way i’d survive this but fuck not even a minute in...

- okay but i never understood charles’ family scenario but this is already too fucking long for a minute in so i hope we can just skip past that

-hahahah sharon’s fucking divorce? holy shit, this is too dramatic for the first ep literally save me (at least she acts well)

-yeah the one thing I will say about med (thats a lie ive already said a hundred but yk) is that for the crap storylines and all, the actors take what they’re given and give it their all and i appreciate it so much

-the helicopter’s number is N365UCC and just... succ

-ethans bird (!)

-also the fact that’s so big for ethan to be chief resident is so weird to me. like the last medical drama I watched was greys and they are all like grizzled veterans and have been doing that stuff for actual decades and i tend to put med and greys on like the same level bc they are the only medical dramas ive watched but.. holy crap the people on med are so young?? half their main cast is med students and residents. when nearly every main character on greys is a department head. its wild.

-proud of ethan. proud of my boy (did you know that adam jacobs who played aladdin on broadway was in a s3 episode? fun facts) (fun fact: did you know that ava is the only main character on the show who’s status is now deceased? I’ll shut up now.)

-oh my god i say roland buck III’s name and GOD noah jesus

- i find noah incredibly annoying, especially bc he tries to overshadow reese (my fav) but also just bc hes spoiled [that thing that said that one of the biggest mistakes med made was not having sarah get the emergency med residency at the end of s1 comes to mine, and the fact that noah got his residency easy peasy] - but, i will say that the moment at the end of this season where noah and reese dance together at the party is very adorable. (pre reesker brain showing lmao I really did love sarah with my whole heart) (moreover my snapchat memories were filled with just recordings of reese scenes lmaooooo)

-okay at this point I need to stop once i get to the potential ava thing bc what is happening we’re not even two minutes in why is this so long. (so many thoughts)

- i find will annoying but,,, he is kind of nice to look at. and what i mean is like facial acting (i am a lesbian). like. just. don’t speak. and when he’s being a good character he’s fine. it’s very few and very far between ig

-natalie annoys me so much and shes only had one line, and it wasn’t even a character line, it was mainly exposition.

-EW

-FUCKING EW

-ITS CONNOR HE’S HERE. god i forgot what he looked like in red scrubs and his poofy hair. child compared to s3 and s4. hopefully we see latham soon so we all don’t have to suffer through this. and he looks so angsty. he definetly glowed up in the later seasons.

- i have no clue how to spell definetly. I am guessing literally everytime.

-latham please come and end this all.

-oh haha there’s downey hes dead.

-okay so i actually watched s1 after i watched s2 which is so weird to think about. like that means that i liked s2 so much that i BOUGHT THE DVD FOR S1. yeah. I liked it that much (it really only means I was that much of a simp for sarah). but it also means that technically i watched s1 after i met ava?? like i honestly had NO CLUE what was in my future. did young me ever think she was going to stay up late at night, avoiding history hw while analyzing a defunct character from this show on a whim? a character i was super annoyed with at the beginning? who has no become a huge part of my personality? honestly? no. no she did not.

-and the story with downey was so jarring. and the story with zanetti. like i think i first started watching with the first ep of s2 (the one im talking about rn) and i was a bit lost. so going back and watch s1 to like connect the dots. but i never expected the dots to look like that. its like each season of this show is a completely different show from all the other seasons. like i’ve said before, this show is a headache. but literally latham please come and end this for now.

-GOD CONNOR LOOKS SO YOUNG WHAT THE HELL thats so weird lmaooooo

- like i had absolutely no clue who downey was going into this. and they they started talking like ‘oh yeah he killed his attending’ and i was just like ‘damn bro ill cheers to that’

- that’s literally ava’s first line actually. “i heard your girlfriend went insane and you murdered your attending.” - which was why she was hated at first. that was literally her first line to connor which is like, so hilariously rude that it was instantly iconic.

-also HAHAHAHAH CUE FUCKING ANGST ABOUT CONNOR HURTING EVERYONE AROUND HIM WTF BRO THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON PEOPLE

- but i’m also sad now. --- “I heard your girlfriend went insane.” Oh. Oh, sweetie. Ava... No. --- but why does s2 ava (all two lines) foreshadow s4 ava in so many ways. like literally what were the writers on.

-baghdad.

-ah yes. the return of baghdad. been a long time since i heard that one, but it is easily one of my favorite running things about med. its just a little detail but the nick name is like perfect. (when i read fanfic where the chars are actually doing doctor stuff in the hospital it makes me light up) the WORLD BUILDINGGGGG. but whatever

-this is the girl who has the fake baby right? that was a really good ep (bc sarah content. can you see my favorites? for the same reason the one where the girl has split personalities easily ranks high with me.) oh wait this is the one where the dad like dies but then comes back for a split second to see his grand child. there’s not really a lot I can say about that, but the fact that i remember it vividly is... weird.

-okay but I actually love the ED in this show. I love how the show is centered around the ED and not the OR like greys. its fast paced, you see a lot about the characters really quickly (one of the reason’s connor’s intro to the hospital in the pilot is certified iconic in my mind [his interactions with will are gold]). the team works well together (usually, when things are good. - which is another reason I hated the show more as time went on. The personal lives interfered more and more and more with their work as time went on. it got so annoying). but like right here will just calls maggies name and maggie is just On It. I love it. I love the fast pace. it’s why this show got me to come back. so many things happen, it overloads my brain, like the way a video game works y occupying all of your attention.

-when is the dad gonna pass out i’m just waiting

-AHAHAHAHAHA JEFF NOOOOO. what even was the deal with jeff that storyline annoyed me so much I never got it. he was friends with nat’s husband (who died) and they were both named Jeff? and she actually ended up getting with Jeff a few times?

- the more you watch med and see how the characters get with each other, the more jaded you become

-omg they’re transferring the girl to the bed i love it when they count

-maggie was great but from what i heard/read they ruined her character too??? just not the same

-lmao only real g’s remember the chicago fire backdoor med pilot (if you want an explanation ask me lmao it was a ride)

- i was a real med simp bc I bought that episode on apple video.

-ahahaha this is so stupid. Jeff tries to do things and Will (being a fucking asshole and jealous, doesnt’ let him). he’s a med student let him fucking learn. also i remember why i hated will

-okay but if you look at greys vs. med, greys literally gives their med students no rights. scratch that. they give they’re interns little to no rights. (i only watched the last three seasons bc lesbian, but in those seasons they introduce the bottom of the totem pole, the sub I’s, who are a step ahead of med students, yet they are jokes on the show.) its just a weird juxtaposition is all.

-”lungs are wet.” dramatic music intensifies.

-OKAY BUT I LITERALLY FORGOT NATALIE SPECIALIZED IN PEDS. LIKE I COMPLETELY 100% FORGOT. HOLY SHIT THATS SO FUNNY i can’t believe in my mass hyperfixation i forgot, just more proof that she doesn’t deserve anything.

-why did will make nat do that call? also idk why but is it weird to anyone else when the characters call each other but just.. their names.

-ahahahah i laugh literally everytime i remember that will is supposed to be in charge like he is threatened by anything that MOVES. (also more juxtapositon to greys bc here the attendings are treated as a joke!)

- hly shit i just remember monday mourning and god damn the angst literally never takes a day off but whatever.

- i dont usually get like this but the dad’s acting here is actually making me sad lol. Usually i get annoyed when family members get emotional (im weird uhhhh)

-why did we have to watch the tube being put in for so long - med is so dramatic this fucking show whyyyy

- i bet u the dad is gonna pass out

-oh ig not oops

-OKAY FUCK ME THAT LITERALLY ONLY TOOK US TO THE TITLES HOW DO I HAVE THESE MANY FUCKING THOUGHTS.

-wait latham introduction we may just be able to call it here.

-haha i fucking hate him (connor). he just... comes off so fake-charming its annoying. i cant get over it lmao

-okay but literally every gives connor shit and I am here for it. Latham: “did you kill him?”

- it is literally so funny but annoy how connor throws hands with literally everyone in his path (like dude just chill come onnn)

-okay. okay. okay. finally the part i was waiting for.

- Latham: I preferred a young woman from Groote Schuur, but I was outvoted.

That’s an actual quote, from Latham. For those who are wondering, Groote Schuur is a famous hospital in, you guessed it, South Africa. This is where I’m calling the episode. This is all I needed.

I just want to restate. This is the first episode of season 2. Ava Bekker is introduced to the show in the last episode of season 2. What does this mean, my friends? It means everything.

For those of you who stuck through to the end, I am very thankful. Here we have probably the first piece of evidence to my theory, at least chronologically.

I, personally, think it’s absurd I remembered this point, but I did. That point, that line, presently, watching this episode with no idea of what the future holds, is only there to tell us that Latham and Connor are not going to agree. But this is the single greatest piece of foreshadowing med has ever done.

Med has never planned anything. I feel confident when I say that. Look at their storylines. They are literally on fire, and every decision the characters make reads like the writers going ‘we have no idea how we made it this far, we thought we would get stopped like ten steps ago.’

When has med ever planned things more than a few episodes in advanced, honestly? Almost never, and going a full season sitting on a plot point, that’s major. This was the first time med has ever planned something miles in advance.

In all honestly, yes I am probably giving the med writers a lot more credit than they deserve. It’s quite possible that as the season progressed they just decided connor needed a new love interest or at least a new dynamic, so they could have just easily looked back and thought ‘oh, hey, here’s a fun little thing we said earlier in the season, wouldn’t it be fun if it paid off?’ That could be true.

Here’s why it probably isn’t. The med writers have no respect for their own continuity. you really think that, in order to come up with a whole new character, they went back to the first episode of the season and paid off a line that is said in less than 2 seconds? no way. Bull. Shit.

honestly, it is probably equally unlikely that either of these things happened. The med writers don’t look back at their story. It’s true, but they also don’t plan things in advance either.

here’s the thing, the more i write, the more absurd it starts to sound. Yeah. Sure. the med writers sat on a character for an entire season, that’s totally a thing that happened and not sarcasm. When pigs fly. everyone knows med is impulsive and messy. But what I am saying is that they planned one thing. One thing.

Ava has an accent. That was a commitment. A pretty uncommon one too. South Africa is such an out of the box choice that god its barely on the map. It asks a lot of someone to act hard while also doing an uncommon accent. If the med writers just decided they needed to give connor a new dynamic, they could have made it a n y o n e. Yeah, sure it would have been nice to have the latham dynamic with the new character, but it would have been so much easier to just create a new character that doesn’t have such a commitment. We all know people who play opposite of Connor Rhodes do not stay around that long.

There is absolutely no reason Connor’s s3 love interest had to be the girl from South Africa. It could have literally been anyone. They could have kept Robin on. They could have made the new character not have so many specific requirements.

At this point, I’m pushing this really hard. Yeah, obviously Ava was planned from the beginning of s2. She had to be. It’s way too specific to be anything else.

What I’m pointing out here is med has never done that before. (at least to my knowledge, if i’m wrong please tell me i don’t want to be a fool) They have never had such a concrete plan for a character, so much as to tease them a full season before they were introduced.

I’m saying, that Ava was special. She was the only character who was teased ahead of her arrival. The one who they knew they wanted, other than the originals, and honestly saying the ‘knew what they wanted to do with the originals’ is being generous. But Ava was different. They had big plans for Ava.

It’s undeniable. Ava was the only character who was planned and teased ahead of her arrival. Ava has such a different style and character than anyone else on the show. She was always planned to be, even when she was just being teased, a rival to connor, meaning she could stand her own against him (or without him).

Now of course, the med writers forgot this when writing s4 and s5. But for the purposes of the important things, all that really matters are the two mentions in s2, and what happens in s3. (for the theory at least).

In conclusion: think about how odd it is that Ava was the only character that was planned over the course of the show. Like sure the characters are planned, but never this far in advance. Med writers don’t really plan anything. I would be shocked if they did anything but through a dart at a spinning wheel. But they had plans for Ava, and they had plans for s3, when she was good.

Think about how odd it is that the med writers had a character planned from the start of s2, that they sat on for a whole season. They never, ever did something so slow and deliberate. Never. It goes against their formula. Like a fucking shark, they have to be moving or they die, at least in their heads. But Ava was always a change to the formula. They had a plan for s3.

that’s it for now. we will see what happens when i watch the last episode of s2.

read the next parts:

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

#chicago med #med rewatch series #mine #soul care #ava bekker

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blessedbyharrystyles · 7 years ago

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A/n: good god he looks like such a DADDY in this gif I can’t. Okay so I’m taking a little break from model behavior bc I have a little writers block (basically I have two idea and I don’t know which I wanna follow, but don’t worry the next part will be out soon) so I’m taking a break to provide you a one shot. Have no fear y’all I have figured out what I wanna do for part 5 so that will be out next!

Imagine: You’re looking like a SNACK, yet Harry isn’t giving you enough attention at a party the two of you are attending. You decide to use Niall to get him jealous, but your is almost too successful.

Warnings: smut/angry sex, spelling mistakes/typos (oops).

Word count: 2.6k

You sat on the outskirts of a party, a pout etched into your red lips. Normally you enjoyed going out to these little soirees with Harry, but you were not having any fun. You went all out tonight, putting on your sexiest dress and spending extra time to look absolutely perfect. If Harry was going to be mingling with the biggest people int he music industry, so you wanted to look good. And you did.

Yet Harry had said nothing. Not even so much as a, “Pretty, babe.” And he wasn’t paying any attention to you at the party. You knew it was important for him to talk with these people, but he was acting like you weren’t even there. Usually he would have his arm around you, or would pressing kisses to your cheek occasionally, but not tonight.

“Maybe you should let me be for a bit,” Harry had whispered in your ear when you attempted to nuzzle against him. You had thought he was kidding, but he was serious, so you stormed off finding an empty seat to sulk in as Harry talked and laughed without you.

“You look way too beautiful to be sitting alone, y/n,” Niall greeted you, pulling your form your thoughts. You smiled, happy to see a friendly face.

“At least someone thinks so,” you huffed, peering at Harry to silently throw shade.

“Harry not giving you any attention tonight?” Niall guessed, taking a seat next to you.

“No,” you grumbled, “I went all out tonight for him and he doesn’t even tell me I look good, like what is that?”

“He’s a damn fool if doesn’t see ya look good,” Niall replied. He wasn’t flirting with you or anything, he meant it in friendly way; you had become really close during your time with Harry. “You know how he gets with these kinda things though, probably just the nerves.”

You knew Niall was probably right but you could shake your annoyance. There wasn’t even a hint of effort on his end. It just seemed like he didn’t care. Suddenly, an idea hit you. If he wasn’t going to give you attention, you were going have to get it yourself.

“Maybe he just needs a little nudge,” you hinted at Niall.

“Are you suggesting we make him jealous?” Niall replied.

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“Sure I’ll play along,” Niall nodded, “What are band mates for if you’re not gonna mes with them? As long as you know what you’re getting yourself into, though. Harry can be very... intense when he’s jealous.”

“Believe me, I know,” you replied, that intense response is what you were looking for.

You slid over closer to Niall and he put an arm around you. He said something random and you let out a flirty laugh, loud enough for Harry to hear. Out of the corner of you eye, you saw him do a double take.

Now that you had his attention, you went for it. You leaned in close to Niall, running your fingers through his hair as you pretending to say something to him. You knew it drove Harry wild when you did that to him, and apparently it drove him wild when you did it to other guys. He fiddled with his suit in annoyance, his eyes bouncing back and forth from who ever he was talking to to you.

All it took was one more flirty laugh and a playful tap of Niall’s chest to pull him away. He excused himself from his companion, dropping the polite smile for scowl once he turned away. You pretended not to notice him coming, leaning closer to Niall and giggling.

“What going on here?” Harry growled.

“Oh hey Harry,” you said with feigned sweetness, “Niall and I were just catching up.” You placed your hand on Niall’s thigh, rubbing it softly. Harry’s eyes immediately flickered down to your hand, than back up to you. He shot you a warning look, which you completely ignored.

“Harry, buddy, you’re crazy leaving y/n alone looking like this. Someone’s going to try to steal her away,” Niall played along. Harry’s jaw tightened.

“Can I speak you in private, y/n?” Harry asked, though it came out more as a command.

“Aw, but Niall was just telling me about some big plans he has,” you said, your hand getting dangerously close to Niall’s crotch. It did not go on noticed by Harry.

“Now, y/n.” His tone told you trying anything further would not work out well. The second you stood up, his hand was wrapped around your wrist. He pulled you through the crowd, weaving through groups of people, ignoring each and every one of the. He took you to an empty side room, anger etched into his face as he turned to look at you.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” you asked with excess innocence.

“Cut the bullshit,” Harry snapped, “How stupid do you think I am?” You took a step back, surprised by the venom in his words. Maybe you had gone a tad too far.

“Stupid enough to not compliment you’re own girlfriend,” you replied. You weren’t giving up just because he was mad. He still hurt your feelings.

“Jesus Christ, is that what this is about? You’re all over another guy because I didn’t say you looked nice?” Harry questioned.

“I just wanted to spend time with you tonight and you sent me away like a fucking child,” you fired back.

“Not everything is about you,” he spat, “You knew how important this night was for me and you ruined it by acting like a fucking brat and being all over Niall in this little fuck-me dress. Do you know how fucking stupid you made me look? My own girlfriend flirting with my friend?”

“Why are you so hung up on that, huh? You jealous of Niall?” you pushed him.

“I;m not jealous of your pathetic attempt to get attention,” Harry scoffed.

“Well maybe you should be,” you replied, anger clouding your senses, “He could probably fuck me better than you anyways.”

A wave of emotions washed over Harry, from shock, to hurt, to anger, and finally a blank stare. It was eerily calm, the most unsettling of them all. “What did you just say?”

You lost your nerve, realizing you definitely pushed it too far. “I uh-” your voice trailed off not wanting to repeat it.

“Say it, y/n,” Harry demanded.

“He could probably fuck me better than you,” you said sheepishly, not able to look him in the eye.

“Go get in the car,” Harry stated. When you didn’t move, he bent down forcing you to look him in the eye. “I said, get in the car.” You did as he said, hanging your head as you walked out to his sleek, black sports car.

You sat for a few minutes in silence as you waited for Harry, wondering what you were in for. You knew he was upset, but you weren’t sure how he would respond. Would he give you the silent treatment? Break up with you? That thought nearly mad you cry. You prayed he had a more appealing punishment in mind, but after what you said, you wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with you.

The driver’s door opening startled you. You looked at Harry, hoping for some clue, but didn’t even look at you. For the entire ride you kept your eyes forward. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see his hand tightening on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching. You knew you were in for something when you got home.

The drive back felt so much longer than it did on the way there, but you finally made it home. Harry parked the car, and the two of you sit in the tense silence for a few seconds before speaking. “I want you naked on the bed.”

You looked at him, unable to find words. You were surprised he was actually taking the route. “Now, y/n.” You did as he said, scurrying out of the car and up to the room he two of you shared. You stripped out of your dress, kicking it, along with your underwear, across the room. You got on the bed, completely bare and waited.

With each minute that passed, you got more anxious. After a couple silent minutes, you heard the front door open again. Your thudded as you heard him approach, each step getting louder and louder. When he finally entered the room, he didn’t even look at you. Instead, he walked directly into the bathroom connected to your. You jumped a bit as he slammed the door behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you sunk into the bed. If he was planning to do something, he was going to make you wait for it. And wait you did. Harry had to be taking the longest fucking shower on record. Each minute that ticked by the anticipation for something, anything, to happen grew.

After an eternity, the bathroom door swung open, filling the room with steam. Harry walked out, a white towel slung dangerously low on his hips, his dam skin glistening. You licked your lips, arousal firing up in you just by the look of him.

Harry finally looked at you, shaking his head slightly. “You’ve been bad, y/n,” Harry tsked. You remained silent, watching as he slowly approached you. “You’ve made daddy very upset.”

“I’m so sorry Harry I didn’t me-” you babbled, getting cut off Harry’s finger on your lips.

“You’re only going to speak when I want you to, got it?” Harry said. You nodded in response. “As I was saying, you’ve been very bad. Do you know what happens when you’re a bad girl? Tell me.”

“T-they get punished?” you asked.

“That’s right y/n,” Harry said, his voice soft and thick, “You’re about to be taught a lesson.” You squirmed slightly, nervous but aroused. Harry let the towel around his waist fall, reveal a growing erection. You moved your hand to feel him, but he stopped you. “You don’t get to touch.”

Harry rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. His finger tips ghosted down the side of your body, feeling the curves of your body. He moved slowly to your core, a finger gently brushing over where you wanted him most.

“So wet and I haven’t done a thing to you,” he mused, “Does being bad turn you on? So naughty.” He slipped a finger into you, making you gasped. He curled it only slightly, building your need rather than provide any relief. You tried to put your finger through his hair, but he caught your hands, pinning them above your head with his free hand.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, y/n, you’re not going to like it if I have to,” he scolded. Although you had broken a rule, Harry began moving his finger quicker. He curled it with each pump, hitting the sweet spot inside you.

Your head tilted back, a low moan escaping your lips. You gripped the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as the pleasure swelled in your stomach. Harry pressed his thumb over your throbbing clit, rubbing hard circles over the already sensitive nub.

Within minutes, the swell of pleasure burst, spreading your orgasm through your entire body. “Shit,” you gasped, your back arching, desperately for every last drop of pleasure.

“Look at you,” Harry smirked, “A complete mess from just my fingers. Who else can make you feel that good with just their fingers?”

“No one Harry,” you whimpered, coming down from your high.

“Not even Niall?” Harry asked, tight jawed.

“No, never, no could even come close to how good you make me feel,” you insisted, wanting to make up for your earlier mistake. He lazily ran his finger over your fold as you spoke, making sure shiver. He brought his finger to his mouth, and hummed.

“So sweet for such a bad girl,” he said, “Go on, have a taste.” He stuck his fingers out, which you gladly took between your lips. You sucked on them sensually, running your tongue over his skin. “Finally acting like a good girl.”

He pulled his finger form your lips. He kissed you breasts rolling his tongue over your nipples. His hands roughly massaged your skin, pinching and squeezing in the right places. You knew you weren’t supposed to talk, but you were desperate. “Harry, I need you.”

“Oh, you need me?” he questioned. He sat up, showing off his member. He was fully hard now, tip red and dripping with pre cum. You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. “I’m gonna need to hear you beg for it.”

“Please, daddy, I need you so bad,” you whined.

“What? I didn’t hear that,” Harry teased, rubbing his tip against your core. You squirmed trying for any friction possible.

“Please Harry, I need you to fuck me so bad,” you exclaimed, sounding like a desperate mess. You didn’t care, you needed him so bad.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Harry smirked, pressing himself inside you. You gasped, feeling yourself adjust to his thickness. “That’s it, take all of it like a good girl.” He gripped your hips, pulling you further on to him.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, pounding into you immediately. Your body felt like jelly, each thrust bringing you closer to your second high. Harry was relentless, getting out all his pent up frustration on you. Low growls left his lips as he ravished your body.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Harry groaned, “So fucking wet and warm.”

“All for you, H,” you moaned.

“Who’s making you feel this god, huh?” Harry demanded.

“You Harry,” you replied quickly. You were nearing the edge, not sure how much longer you would be able to hold on.

“Anyone else make you feel like this? Anyone else get to see you like this?” He questioned, never lessening his pace.

“Only you Harry,” you replied breathlessly. “I’m so close.”

“I want you to scream my name when you cum. I want the whole world to know you’re mine,” Harry told you. He brought his fingers back down you to your clit, pressing circles over it. Within seconds you succumbed to the second wave of pleasure. You cried out Harry’s name, clawing at the bed sheets as pure bliss took over your senses.

Watching you come undone for him pushed him over the edge. His brows furrowed and his mouth fell open, moans spilling from his pink lips. His thrusts slowed as the two of you finished, allowing you both the longest high as possible.

Harry slid out of you as you both tried to catch your breath. The room fell into silence, but you decided you had to be the one to break the silence. “Harry, I’m really, really sorry about what I said,” you began softly, “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just felt ignored by you and it made me sad so I just lashed out. It was really stupid and mean and I’m so sorry Harry, I really am.”

Harry gently brushed the hair out of your eyes, kissing your forehead. “It’s alright y/n, I know I wasn’t being the best boyfriend today. I got caught up in the party and I never meant to hurt you feelings.”

“Please don’t apologize,” you replied, thinking it was ridiculous for him to feel bad after what you did, “I was the one acting like a total brat.”

“Yeah, but you’re my brat,” Harry smiled, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You smiled, feeling incredibly lucky to have a man like Harry. “I love you, H.”

“Love you more.”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfction

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surveys-at-your-service · 8 years ago

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Survey #79

“there’s a man standing on top of a hill, screaming freedom for some, but all others must kneel.”

how do you typically introduce yourself in online settings? name, age, location, and i'll usually mention my passions. what do you think will bring on the end of the world? nuclear war, global warming, black hole, etc. religious armageddon of some sort. i don't even remember how the bible mentioned the world would end. do you believe in the death penalty? in VERY FEW CASES, yes. some people are just pure villainous. have you ever done role play? i think my common viewers know i'm a meerkat forum rper, but i've never done, like, real life rp. too weird for me personally. have you ever/would you ever do anal? nope and nope. what’s more important- length or width? why? i don't really care? do you talk dirty during sex? moderately. what was your first orgasm like? never had one, but i got extremely close once while being fingered but panicked so we stopped. i didn't know what was going on lmao. do you own any hair extensions from hot topic? nope. 7-11, sheetz, wawa, or starbucks? sheetz. what do you want to name your kids? daughter will 100% be alessandra, boy will be vincent, luther, or victor. do you personally know any authors? i knew a poet once, but never an author. kissed someone within a day of having a bf/gf? no, holy fuck, slow down. have you ever kept it a secret from someone that you liked them? yeah. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker? i don't think so. is there anyone you would date on your facebook friend list? no. ever been swimming in a lake or river? lake, multiple times. first time you kissed the last person you kissed? 2012 have you ever broken someone’s heart? idk. ever had a near death experience? i guess so. i overdosed, but i wasn't heavily affected by it, honestly. i've also gotten in a mild wreck. when was the last time you held someone’s hand? some months ago when i was getting my cyst emptied; i was holding mom's. can you play guitar hero? expert, babe. who is someone you know that can play the piano well? no one. who is the best dancer you know? carmen, the older sister of my little sister's former friend. name a time you thought you were going to die? immediately after i overdosed. have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? very commonly. do you know your neighbors? nope. how do you feel about interracial couples? awesome. what restaurant do you think has the best french fries? i am honestly not certain! who’s your best guy friend? sam or girt, idk. do you like fruit roll ups? yep. what’s the worse type of weather in your opinion? hot and humid. UGH. do you have a kindle or ipad or neither? neither. growing up, did you see your cousins often? i didn't. they live many states away. around what time do you usually eat dinner? between 6-7:30 do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? i don't like carrots period. did you play with legos as a kid? nope. which bothers you more… spelling mistakes or bad grammar? bad grammar. is there a food that you love the taste of, but makes you feel sick? bananas are the prime example. love 'em, but i get heartburn that could kill a man. which did you discover first, myspace or facebook? myspace have you ever turned to drinking or smoking to solve a problem? let me clarify something here: drinking/smoking does not "solve" the problem, nor do i believe it is capable of doing so. have i turned to drinking for some relief from a problem, sure. if you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? i want my lip repierced. what do you wish you had more knowledge about? politics. i don't understand a good 3/4 of it have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? divorce and parents fighting, yes. they fought so bad that just yelling became a trigger to me. do you drink more apple or orange juice? orange juice do you think relationships are hard? honestly, no. just think about it: if you truly love someone, what is so difficult about it? what is your favorite pop-tart flavor? oh my gaaaad the reeses ones. ever had the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with your parents? nope. i learned in family life. do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!! would you ever get gauged ears? noooo. have you ever been in a school talent show? what for? i haven't, but my best friend sang in one!! have you ever dated someone you met online? nope. are you a competitive person? nope. do you believe in aliens? i do not. do you like dancing? not really anymore... it's draining. where are you from? north carolina how much more social are you when you’re drunk? VERY if you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? dakota is tomboyish, i like that... or georgia, sounds very pretty... what’s your favorite form of exercise? swimming do you like guacamole? NO EW do you consider yourself sexually open minded? sure? how do you feel about porn? it's fucking disgusting. who was your hottest ex? jason was hot, don't care what anyone says. do you want/have kids? i want them. has anyone ever told you that they wanted to marry you? ohhhh, how funny! he's not around anymore! :D do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? nah. what’s your favorite flavor of iced tea? i hate tea. have you ever been to a casino? if so, which one(s)? none. do you love or hate olives? eh, neutral. have you ever visited a sex shop? nope. do you like the name cindy for a girl? nope. how many sets of keys do you have for your house? two. do you know anyone who has parkinson’s disease? don't think so. how many cousins do you have? what are their names? OH GOD TOO MANY. have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? i have not. do you use instagram? how often do you post there? i do not. what’s your favorite brand of beer? never tried beer. do you like writing? how often do you write? i love writing! i do it a few times a day. what’s your favorite place to get pizza? domino's! has there ever been a fire inside your house? tell me the story. not while we inhabited it. our old house, however, burned to a crisp inside due to its new residents putting a fucking box on the stove. it was a brick house though, so the exterior was fine and it was rebuilt on the interior. have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? no. how many piercings do you have? only four now... ugh. do you own any sports bras? where’d you get them from? i do not. what’s the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever eaten at? no place all that expensive, honestly. who was the last person to tell you that you were beautiful/cute/good-looking? are you attracted to that person too? chelsea called me beautiful, and she absolutely is, too! has anyone ever called you stuck-up? no. when is the next birthday in your household and whose is it? nicole's is in april. what color are your father’s eyes? brown in winter, would you rather wear a jacket or hoodie? hoodie have you ever voluntarily read the bible? i read some of it, yes. how much is gas where you live? like... $2.20 a gallon. do you have any gay friends? i do. do you like the state you live in? nope. who is your favorite person to watch on youtube? has to be a singular youtuber? then markiplier. how often would you say you take naps? once every few days. have you ever played bejeweled? that game was my mom's SHIT. it was all right. does your mom have a facebook? yes. have you ever been bitten by a rat? no. why do you not wash off your makeup on some nights? being lazy. does blueberry syrup sound good to you, right now? no. did you get lucky on prom night? sex-wise, no, but in my own opinion, i got very lucky, because we made my favorite memory. have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? noooo. last song you had stuck in your head? "pity party" by melanie martinez has been stuck in my head for over 24 hours lmao kill me did you ever spill something and actually cry over it? i don't know of a specific occasion, but it's possible i have, especially if i was REALLY hungry or thirsty. do you think that everyone is capable of love? i sure do not. do you believe in astrology? nope. i don't waste my time with it. if you had to wear a hat for the rest of your life, what would it be? fedora. they sexy. would you rather have a musical alarm clock or a regular one? musical!! when you were little, what was your favorite game? the "spyro the dragon" trilogy was my life. do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? gift bags are more aesthetically pleasing, imho. do you own a trenchcoat? fam i wish. are you currently in a smoking environment? yes. chelsea is allowed to smoke here. if a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? usually, but i may feel a bit awkward. have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? i sure do. have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? nope. what’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? i'm not entirely certain how i feel about it. now if you're hunting and actually eat what you kill, that's 100% cool, it's survival. but killing just to kill? sounds... immoral. but then again, i'm a christian and understand animals were put on the earth for humans, so idk. have you ever gone in a sauna? oh fuck that. sounds like hell to me. out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? orange do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? not at all. has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? not to my knowledge. would you make any changes to your current bedroom? i, technically, do not have a bedroom atm bc we're in the process of moving. what animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? meerkats, totes. having them as pets is horrible for them, and i'm pretty sure it's illegal in the u.s., too. do you own many pairs of shorts? i have none. is there a certain song you like to head bang to? surprisingly, i don't headbang. hurts my head. who was or will be the maid of honor/best man in your wedding? colleen! :D what is your favorite lunch meat? salami, probs. do you still have your tonsils? i do. red or pink? pink! do you have a special talent? lmaoooo where were you born? rocky mount, nc do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? no. what do you think the hardest part of surviving is? just the pain of it. do you know anyone with a lazy eye? yep. can you remember your parents’ birthdays? mom's, yes; dad's, no. what piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? lip. tongue is a close second, they sexy. what brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? splat, bc it actually works for my hair. are you any good at applying make up? no, due to my tremor. are you currently wearing any hair accessories? which ones? i am not. do you like potato chips? bury me in a bag of lays pls gold or silver? gold is there an animal that creeps you out? WHALE SHARKS, slugs, certain spiders and bugs, etc... have you ever seen northern lights? i wish! do your parents smoke? dad does is your favorite animal endangered? no how old is your best friend? 21 if there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? that shit's gotta get out, no. what color is your cell phone? black do you take vitamins daily? no what’s one thing you hate about your best friend? she's racist. be honest: do you illegally download music? yeah. welcome to 2k17. what’s the worst crime someone can commit? rape. you’re painting your room. what color do you choose? hm. i'd really have to see how my new room's going to look, but maybe like, a coffee-colored tan. what dog breed is the cutest ever? akita inus, eeeek! are cherries delicious? ew, no. have you ever experienced a tornado? thank the actual lord jesus christ no. how about a flood? yes. my brother went outside, slid down the slide on our playset, and fucking swam in it lmao do you or have you ever owned a pair of light up shoes? sure, as a kid. what is a current goal you’re trying to achieve? obtain a job. is there something that you thought you would’ve outgrown/gotten over by now, but haven’t? definitely forum meerkat role-play. i started that in middle school ffs dude. how often do you “draw a blank” mentally? A LOT. mainly when i'm talking, which is annoying. have you ever played the sims? the animal ones, yes. loved 'em. is your current hair color your natural hair color? no, but you can see my roots now. can you run a mile in under 7 minutes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA do you have your license? i do not. i'm a nervous wreck when driving. have you ever sleep walked? i have not. where was your first job? gamestop do you remember your second grade teacher’s name? mrs. whitley what do you like on your sundaes? i like nothing "on" them have you been blessed with the ability to cook and/or bake? nope... have you gained more than 5 lbs within the past year? ... i gained over 100. it's fucking embarrassing. i just found out recently the weight gain was moreso a medication i was finally taken off of rather than eating habits, though. do you want kids at some point? i do. are you lactose intolerant? no. do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage? it's a personal choice. if you want to, go for it. what is your sexual orientation? heterosexual have you ever bought clothing online? yes, i prefer it. do you think shakespeare is difficult to read? not really, no. do you play solitaire in the computer? no, dunno how. have you ever received nude pictures from someone? no. admit it: you had a neopets account. damn right i did, neopets was/is rad. is there a pet in the room with you right now? miracle and maxwell are currently playing, yes. how weight conscious are you? VERY OMG is there anyone else with you right now? bradley, colleen's husband, is currently watching tv in here w/ me. have you ever been accused of cheating? nope. have you ever taken a train? i have not. is being thin really all that great? not necessarily "thin," but slim, sure. you're more likely to be physically healthy. have you ever been to a night club? i haven't. does any accent annoy you? a veeeery thick southern accent doesn't "annoy" me, but it's aggravating 'cuz i can't understand you. what’s worse: crocs or uggs? crocs are unholy. do you feel awkward when a stranger sits next to you? yep. do you have any taylor swift songs on your ipod? ... i confess to "picture to burn" and "should've said no" kill me pls do you want your tongue or belly button pierced? tongue, yes. a belly button ring wouldn't look good on me. do you hate it when people smoke around you? YEAH what is your blood-type? a. don't remember if it's positive or negative tho. are you donating your organs? yes. do you sleep on your side, stomach or back? side, always. have you ever been a fan of ‘n sync? i was a '90s baby. you know it. do you know anyone that has/had cancer? mom had kidney cancer. were you a big jump roper back in the day? i was. i got to where i could jump in. has a boy/girl ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend for you? yes. not that i wanted that to happen. do you like chinese food? a few things, sure. just had some last night. do long distance relationships work? of course. not my first choice for me personally though. how do you like your eggs? scrambled, cheesy. mcdonald’s or burger king? mcd's.

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tokyoteddywolf · 8 years ago

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Vet AU Headcanons!

little headcanons that i thought of for the Vet AU i’m writing :)

Send me some if i’ve missed anything, and i’ll think them over and confirm them or not if i like them! anyway, have some Vet AU headcanons starring our lovely Yurio!

(this is the most i’ve written in a long time, and i write really fast, so sorry for any spelling mistakes. Imagine, an American not spelling correctly!)

Vet AU Headcanons-

-In this au, Yuri is about 21 or so.

-Viktor and Yuuri met when Mari brought Yuuri in to start training to be a therapy dog for the baby animals, and needed to borrow Viktor for a bit to show Yuuri how therapy dogs act. Viktor completely threw that out the window when he saw Yuuri, and affixed himself to the younger dog.

-Yuuri was extremely shy when he first came to train at the hospital, but Viktor and the other animals are helping him out of his shell.

-Mari got Yuuri from a shelter after the poor baby had been abused and was on death row. She didn't want the poor thing to die without ever knowing what a real family was like, and adopted him on the spot. It took Yuuri a little while to warm up to her, but he now regards her as his savior.

-Yurio has this sort of aura that animals really like, as he was always the best at taming stray cats from the neighborhood. This sort of gave him the nickname “The Cat Whisperer” during his school years.

-Viktor is a therapy dog for other, older and larger animals. He's the best at calming and reassuring other pets that the hospital isn't a bad place.

-Yuuri is in training to handle younger, baby animals when they visit the hospital. He still tends to panic when they start yelping or yowling about being scared. But, he's like a giant mama bear, and tends to be protective over the small animals.

-Yuuri once fell asleep watching the new birds a pet shop had sent over to be checked and vaccinated, and Dr. Lilia found him covered in baby parakeets, looking extremely comfortable on the Shiba Inu's fluffy fur.

- okay, so the breeds of all the animals, in case you didn't know, are as follows-

Viktor: silver short furred (it got trimmed by Yuuko) Husky with blue eyes, dog. Hyper af, but calm and serious when needed, as per his training under Mari.

Yuuri: Black and tan Shiba Inu with chocolate eyes, very fluffy, dog. Shy, skittish, but getting more confident during his hospital training.

Mila: ginger ussuri which is a type of Russian feline. Mila's fur is reddish with black stripes and spots, and greenish blue eyes (bc I can't tell if ussuri's have blue eyes, they all look green.) Houdini of cats, usually breaks out of her cage when bored, which is most of the time. She's stuck at the hospital due to her owner having gotten into an accident, and won't be home for a few months, so the hospital is keeping Mila around until her owner is better.

Chris: Golden Maine Coon, with chocolate eyes. He has unusually slightly curly fur, usually trimmed. He's also slimmer than a normal Coon, which makes Dr. Yakov think he might have smaller cat genes mixed in. Mind you, Maine Coons grow to be really fricking huge, so everyone really hopes the small cat genes in Chris win out. Though, the bigger they are, the more to cuddle, right? He loves to rub himself against people, as he is a very affectionate kitty.

Sara and Michele/Mickey: Black kites, which are a type of bird of prey. Some of Russia is still wild, so people like to use birds to hunt. (This is probably not true, but i'm a little lazy at the moment and don't feel like looking this up.) These two birds grew up together, and are pretty much inseparable. Sara is more vocal about things than Mickey, though.

JJ: he's a fucking peacock, okay. Born and raised in Canada, perfectly tame but a bit of an asshole. Loves to preen and show off. His owner is Isabella, and she is rich as hell, and spoils JJ like crazy.

Emil: Very, VERY affectionate Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. (apparently these dogs are still considered a new breed.) but they are pretty and fluffy and blue eyed and aaaaaaaaa just look them up when you can-

Minami- people joke about him being a chicken nugget, so I made him a wild red tailed hawk chick. Yuuri found him hopping around the training yard a few months ago, and the tiny chick imprinted itself on the fluffy dog, and now follows him around a lot. He also helps keep an eye on the pups and kits of the Nursery, which is a relief for Yuuri. Minami is still learning how to fly though, and sometimes gets lessons from Sara and Mickey when they come in from getting injured during hunting season. To make sure nobody freaks out over him, Dr. Lilia dyed a patch of feathers on Minami's head to a bright red that meant that he's a tame part of the hospital, and that he's perfectly safe to admire.

Leo: Golden Retriever puppy. Because I can't think of anything else :')

Guang-Hong: Tibetan Spaniel because have you seen how smol and cute they are-

Georgi: Russian Blue. He isn't pure Russian Blue, so he has black fur. He was abandoned by his old owner, Anya, and the other shelters can't take him in, so he's staying at the hospital for now. It says that Russian Blues get very attached to their owners, so I figured that this was perfect for him. Yuri is thinking about taking him in once he gets over Anya. The poor kitty was really attached to her, so when he was abandoned he stopped eating due to depression. He's getting better thanks to Mila, Chris and Yuuri's help. Viktor is busy with other patients in the kennel area, but he stops by when he can.

Phichit: Thai Ridgeback, tan. He loves to chew on wires and devices, so he usually ends up in the hospital for shards of glass or wires in his gums or mild electrocution. You'd think he'd learn, but no. Sometimes he does it on purpose just to see Yuuri. The two dogs grew close during Yuuri's first few weeks at Mari's house, as Celestino (Phichit's owner in this AU) used to live next to Mari for several years until he had to move across town for his new job. Phichit was the first to get Yuuri to open up more, and feel safe at Mila's place. The two are best friends, of course, though Celestino is a little ticked every time he finds the house phone chewed up, or a heating blanket.

If I missed anyone, pls let me know~

-Otabek is a mechanic, and Yuri's roommate of 2 years. They met when Yuri's bike broke down and needed a ride home, while Otabek got kicked out of his house by his parents who, “Love him, but can't stand the smell of motor grease and oil smears all over the house, accidental or not.” Otabek gave Yuri ride to his house on his motorcycle, and Yuri offered him a place to spend the night as a return favor. He learned the next morning that Otabek didn't have anywhere to stay, and as they had bonded as friends the night before (over watching some comedy drama and vocalizing opinions over the characters), he decided that as long as Otabek paid half the rent, he could stay. Yuri doesn't mind the smell of oil, either, since it reminds him of his grandpa's car.

- Viktor and Yuuri are indeed, gay dogs, and they love each other thank you very much. Viktor visits Yuuri in the nursery as often as possible, and loves helping Yuuri with the baby animals there.

- Minami is protective over his “Mama Yuuri”, but has accepted Viktor as his adopted dad.

- The animals all really care for Yuri, and worry when he isn't around. Yuri secretly cares a lot about them too, even if he won't admit it.

- Yuuko is a pet groomer that trims and cleans animals that need to be cared for immediately, and isn't squeamish over blood due to her job involving washing off blood mixed with dirt every time an emergency is brought in.

-The triplets often volunteer at the pet hospital, usually doing tasks like cleaning kennels or feeding the animals.

-the hospital is big enough to rival an actual human hospital, with separate areas each the size of a house for the various animals they care for there. There's a separate building area for emergencies, while the main building is for things like check-ups and overnight stay areas (again, the size of a family house), while everything is separated according to species, like the bird treatment area, the canine area, the feline area, and the reptile area.

-The resident snake of the reptile area is called Jake, and he's the oldest occupant of the hospital due to his digestion issues. Yuri thinks he's pretty cool, for a snake.

- Yuri's field specializes in medium pet animals, like cats, dogs, and other domestic medium sized pets that I can't think of at the moment. He remembers the day he had to treat a pig, and boy wasn't that an adventure.

- Otabek works at a mechanic shop a mile away from where he and Yuri live, and builds custom motorcycles and repairs cars and other machines there. He often takes the custom build blueprints home to discuss with Yuri, as a fresh mind is always helpful with new ideas.

-send me headcanons for this AU! I'd be glad to incorporate them into the little fics I make from it! I might discuss them over with you first though, in case I'm not sure if they fit in the AU or not. :)

#headcanons #vet au #yuri plisetsky #skate crew #yuri on ice #every skater in yoi #yoi #this is fun to write #longest post i've ever made

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