anti bac

Us: Ok, we’re still gonna theorize for a bit, but for the most part we’re ready to go back to normali-

*robin sneaks in glitches*

Us: back to norma-

*jack casually joking with us about anti*

Us: back to-

*jack playing a game with major anti vibes*

Us: BAC-

*said video has a glitchy thumbnail*

Us: BAAA-

*Jack linking to the bio inc vid as “another glitchy experience*

Us: YOU’RE MAKING THIS DIFFICULT YOU KNOW THAT?

anonymous asked:

I once got screamed at by a customers for sneezing. I had turned my back sneezed wiped my hand with anti bac wipes and you'd a thought I sneezed directly in her face.

Warm Milk

Summary: I tried to make it like the scene in The Amazing Spiderman where Gwen was helping Peter with his injuries. I tried to make Peter as awkward as possible lmao. This is my first fic so go easy on me haha.

Word Count: 2118

Triggers: Blood, injuries, a wee bit of swearing (b-word), awkward teenagers, lots of hurt Peter, may or may not have cried a little writing 

WARM MILK

You sat still, slowly chipping away at your chemistry lab report when you heard a knock at your window. Your heart jumped in your chest for a second but you chuckled when you realized it was only Peter, banging his head against your window. He looked exhausted, with a few scattered bruises on his cheeks and head limply leaning on the window itself. A wee bit melodramatic, you thought, but Peter had every right to be tired. After all, he WAS the, ‘friendly, neighborhood spider man.’ Ever since you had found out, you had been teasing him little by little with the name everyone called him. But you were immensely proud of him and each little job that he managed to tackle. You looked into his brown eyes and he gave you a small smile. You beckoned your head forward in a ‘come in’ sort of gesture, to which Peter opened the window and climbed inside your bedroom.

“You know, you could always consider coming in through the front door,” you chuckled quietly, eyes returning to your paper. You heard Peter give a weak laugh behind you.

You turned around to face him in your swivel chair. “I also wanted to mention that my father thinks you need psychiatric attention because of all-” You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Peter almost fall into your bed before desperately gripping the wall to hold himself upright.

“Peter?”

He slowly was starting to lean forward and you rushed over to steady him before he fell.

“Peter? Peter, what happened. What happened Peter?” you interrogated, slowly guiding him back down to your bed. “You should’ve seen the size of the other guy,” he mumbled shakily while allowing you to gently lay him down, “that is, the other guy being a man in a giant metal bird suit.” He panted in between words, seeming to be almost struggling for air. His eyes were half closed.

“Honey?” you heard your father call from outside, “Would you like some warm milk before I leave? I can bring it to you real quick!” Peter grimaced as he ducked behind the edge of your bed, just in case your father decided to open the door. However, you beat him to it. “Don’t move,” you whispered shrilly to Peter.

You flung the door open, causing your father to flinch in surprise. “No, Dad, I do not want any warm milk right now, thank you very much.”

Your dad looked at you strangely. “You… said earlier today that you would appreciate it if I could make you warm milk while you worked on your lab report.”

“W-well,” you stuttered, trying to plaster a fake ticked-off look on your face, “I’m (your age) years old, I don’t drink warm milk anymore!” You slammed the door in your dad’s face before checking on Peter, who’s playful expression stared up at you. “Warm milk?” he said quietly with a smile. You flipped him off quickly before reopening the door to apologize to your dad. I mean, you felt like you had been… a bit harsh.

“I-I’m sorry Dad, I just… can’t have warm milk right now because I’m right in the middle of this paragraph and I’m almost done and I’m on a roll here and I don’t want to be interrupted because it’s stressful.” Your dad looked as awkward as you felt. “Oh, uh, alright, that’s okay, maybe when I get back then?” You nodded with aggressive enthusiasm as your dad smiled weakly and turned on his heel to head out the door. The second you heard it shut your attention immediately turned back to Peter. Instead of half shut, his eyes were now completely closed and he was gripping his stomach with one hand while clutching on the end of the bed with another. You walked over tentatively. “P-Peter? Are you gonna be sick? Do you need me to walk you to the bathroom?” Peter shook his head. “It j-just hurts. I’ll be alright, I just…” he let out a sharp exhale. “I just wanted to come here to recover before going back to Aunt May because I know she’d worry and-” He was panting again, as if only talking was completely wearing him out.

“Peter, take off the suit, okay? I’ll clean you up really quickly if I need to.” Too physically drained to care, Peter let you help him unstick the suit from his chest. There were various small tears, which was remarkable considering the material the suit was made of. You held a whimper back in your throat when you saw three huge gashes on Peter’s stomach and chest, one of which was still bleeding profusely and dripping blood all down the rest of Peter’s torso. “Jesus Christ Peter… did the guy, like, bust an artery or something?” You grabbed some paper towels from your bedside table in a meek attempt to stop the bleeding, but they were quickly soaked through. His blood stained your hands in a matter of seconds, and you felt selfish because of how gross you felt. Heart beating quickly, you assessed the situation.

“Okay, um, Peter, just stay here, I’m actually going to get a towel for you and you’re going to hold that to the cut on on your stomach to stop the bleeding. And I’m gonna get rubbing alcohol and disinfectant and all that other stuff, alright? Just… don’t move.” He just nodded. It wasn’t like he could move at all, even if he wanted to. You left and began to hurriedly search your bathroom for all the necessary supplies. Necessary supplies- the words sounded funny in your head. Mature. But then again, Peter had never been injured this bad before. You quickly thanked whatever god there was for all your girl scout first aid training and red cross babysitting classes.

You returned to where Peter was to find him still grimacing, eyes closed. “Oh, God, okay, Peter, I need you to, um, just hold this to your chest for a bit to stop the bleeding, and I-I’m going to clean the other ones, alright?” He just nodded and took the towel from you, whimpering slightly as he pressed it to his largest and most bloody wound. Ten minutes, you remembered. If you cut a major… whatever… take ten minutes to stop the bleeding.

“Okay, listen, I’m just going to clean these really quick… I’ll bandage them best I can, alright? My-” you laughed anxiously, “my hands are really shaky.” You got to work quickly, taking your soapy washcloth and scrubbing at the dirtiest slash that crossed Peter’s chest. He yelped and then gritted his teeth. You stopped quickly. “It-it’s gonna hurt, okay? But just for a little bit. I don’t want it to get infected.”

Surprisingly, Peter laughed. “You’re really smart you know, Y/N. W-where did you learn all of this?” You smiled. “Doesn’t matter. Hold still.” Peter groaned as you got to work viciously scrubbing at the second cut.

“These aren’t super deep, alright? I’m gonna put some anti-bac on them and you should be good and I’ll wrap them for you.”

Peter’s eyes shot open. “Will it hurt?”

You were tempted to laugh but recovered quickly. “No, this isn’t going to hurt. You’ll be fine.” Peter let out a relieved sigh and resumed the closed-eye, head-tilted-back position. You quickly rubbed the anti-bac over the two smaller gashes and began to carefully bandage them, sealing the ends with medical tape. Despite everything, you chuckled. “That’s gonna hurt like a bitch when you pull it off, Peter.” Peter laughed tiredly. “Nooo,” he replied. You smiled and shrugged in a sorry-not-sorry kind of way.

The big cut that wouldn’t stop bleeding was going to be your worst nightmare. “Okay, let’s tackle the big boy, yeah?”

Peter glanced up at you. “The biggest boy of them all.” Together, you pulled the blood-soaked towel away from the wound, causing Peter to scrunch his eyes shut and let out a loud moan. It made a sticky sound when you pulled it away, and you briefly felt bile rise in your throat. It was really wet, and for a second you didn’t know what to do with it; you stared at it, wide-eyed while Peter panted in front of you. “Okay, good job,” you said nervously, presuming to throw the ruined towel in your garbage can, not really knowing what to do with it. You could make up some excuse later. You started to scrub all the dirt and dried blood in and around the cut, trying your best to ignore Peter’s feeble cries. You glanced up at him, noting his sweaty forehead and miserable expression. Your heart began to pound faster.

“O-okay, Peter, this is going to be the worst part, yeah? I have to put alcohol in it so it doesn’t get infected. This one’s… really bad. It’s going to hurt a lot, alright?” Surprisingly, Peter let out a small sob. It was then that you realized that Peter was a kid, just like you. You needed to be strong for him.

You poured some of the alcohol onto a cotton ball until it was practically dripping. Taking a deep breath and steadying your hands, you started scrubbing away at the gash. Peter let out a huge yell and tensed his entire chest. You felt sympathy well up in your throat. “Almost done, almost done,” you whispered, quickly spreading some anti-bac on the cut and finishing bandaging it. You put a hand on Peter’s shoulder and felt it rise aggressively up and down as he panted, making small noises of protest. “We’re done, you’re done, you’re so brave Peter, alright? We’re done, it’s okay. I’m going to get you some sweats that I stole from my dad and one of his t-shirts; I’ll be right back and we can… do something with your suit, I don’t know yet.” Peter just nodded, sweat dripping down his face. Out of maternal instinct, you kissed his forehead, before becoming completely aware of what you just did. Luckily, Peter didn’t seem to notice. You quickly got the clothes you needed, brought them to Peter and gave him a second to change. Once you heard Peter slink down to the floor and land with a loud ‘thump,’ you reentered.

He glanced up at you tentatively and gave a small wave, neither of you knowing quite what to say. “Do you want warm milk?” you asked out of the blue and shortly after mentally facepalmed. “I-I mean, warm milk always makes me feel better, and I can get some for you if you want because I was going to get some for myself anyway-”

He cut you off with a small smile and looked at the ground. “Yeah, I-that’d be great, thank you.” He seemed… embarrassed? Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you nodded and hurried down the stairs to heat some up. Carefully walking back up the stairs with two mugs, you sternly told yourself not to be awkward. Peter was your friend. There was no reason for it.

You sat down next to him and watched him breathe in the steam, causing you to giggle before staring into your own mug. Peter took a large gulp before grimacing once again. “It’s hot, stupid,” you said, not even trying to hide your smile.

Peter rolled his eyes before blowing on it and taking a smaller sip. “This is really good,” he said. “What do you mean it’s really good; I literally just put milk in the microwave and put it on low heat for like a minute.” You stared up at your ceiling hugging your knees tight to your body.

“Why’d you kiss me?” he said, his question startling you. You blushed scarlet. “I- Look, I don’t know, it just seemed like the right thing to do.” You sighed exasperatedly and looked down at your mug again before sipping. Peter looked away quickly. “I mean, it was… kind of nice actually. I’m not trying to be weird like that, I just mean, it was cute. You’re cute. Well, I mean, I guess, in a kiss-type way? God, uh…” You chuckled. “Do you want to kiss me this time, Peter?” This time he was the one blushing. “Well, you kind of deserve it, for, uh, taking care of me and all.” He slowly leaned in, using one hand to cup your face and another to hold himself steady before gently pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss before pulling away, the both of you staring at each other. Peter just looked at you. “Uh, that was really nice, should I-”

You just rolled your eyes. “Stupid.” 

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A Baby Adult’s Guide for Adults-To-Be

So I’m twenty, which doesn’t really make me a fully-fledged Adult, but it does make me like a level one adult so I’m gonna make a little post of advice for those younger than me who are approaching Baby Adulthood for the first time. Not that there’s a second time. Anyway.

Notes: I am based in the UK so this is true for England; some things might be different in other countries. Also, this is all my personal advice from me and my friends’ experiences so disclaimer: I am not an expert don’t take this advice as gospel.

  • When you leave school: 
    • take last-day pictures. obviously. 
    • it’s true that you will now have your pick of anything you want to do, your everyday life is not dictated to you by law anymore. this is not necessarily a good thing and it will take SOME TIME to learn how to make your own choices and build your own life. 
    • it’s true that as soon as school is over (assuming you get the grades you needed for uni if you’re going to uni), your grades, your social standing, etc. will not mean anything. you know what will? your extra-curricular stuff and your close friends. 
    • (seriously, if it isn’t too late, don’t give up your hobbies. if there’s something you wanna do or try or get into, try it while you’re young; by the time you get to uni, it’s way harder to try things without already knowing how to do them, because a lot of people in the extra-curricular clubs will be ahead of where you are. not getting a head start at skills I wanna build is my obstacle as an adult rn.)
    • try to keep chatting on the group chat. ours hasn’t been dead for a single day in the two years since we left school, and it’s what keeps us all friends. school is such a great friend-making environment, you might not get such a great chance to socialise that regularly again. 
    • (that being said, it’s okay if you’re not close to anyone at school; you can meet new friends as an adult, of course)
  • If you can resist it, try not to watch youtubers’ vlogs, especially those who are your age: their life seems painfully attainable, but you’ll be giving yourself overly high expectations. These are not ‘normal lives’ and you can be happy with far less than they have.
  • Find a hot beverage that you like and start every day by making yourself one. it creates the illusion of routine, which is something you lose when you leave school tbh.
  • On living away from your parents’ house:
    • have a first aid kit containing bite and sting cream, anti-bacterial fluid, painkillers, plasters/band aids, cold medicine, and bandages. yes, bandages. you honestly never know. case in point; I broke my toe yesterday and I am glad af I had bandages. 
    • if your parents are good, get them to keep their phone on or near them at all times, even at night, in case of emergency. never be afraid to text them adulthood-related questions.
    • it’ll feel weird at first, but soon you’ll be amazed at how well you can cope on your own. 
    • don’t forget to pack empty containers/bags etc. it’s the easiest thing to forget to pack.
    • remember your room is truly private now; express yourself however you like in there.
  • You will probably be alone a lot more. be prepared for this; it can be surprisingly hard. But, you’ll realise how invaluable your own inner voice can be to yourself. You might start referring to yourself in third person. that’s fine.
  • If you get to bed at a reasonable hour, set an alarm for the morning even if you don’t have to be up. don’t do this all the time, you need lie-ins sometimes, but waking up at noon by default will screw your body and your day up. 
  • Food:
    • if you don’t buy the unhealthy option, you can’t pick it when it comes to eating time. so buy margarine instead of butter, brown instead of white bread, quorn instead of meat, etc. 
    • but make sure there is always some kind of sweet treat available.
    • always keep an easy/ready meal in the freezer for days when you can’t/don’t want to cook. 
    • make a side-salad while your dinner is cooking to make your meal insta-healthy. 
    • brinner (breakfast food for dinner) is occasionally a good idea. 
  • Walk places if you can. It saves bus fare and counts as exercise.
  • Try not to have lunch/dinner out on your own, if you have a choice; this saves money for when someone asks you to have lunch/dinner with them. 
  • Practical things:
    • forty degrees (Celsius) and short wash/eco cycle is fine for 99% of your clothes. most clothes are less fussy and delicate than our parents would have us believe. just make sure they dry somewhere warm, or outside, or they’ll smell damp. 
    • if you can afford all-in-one laundry pods they make life so much easier.
    • in winter, have the heat on for about two/three hours in the morning and the same in the evening. adjust as appropriate. 
    • multi-surface anti-bac wipes can clean everything. 
    • to clean a toilet, gently pour bleach around the bottom of the rim where the flush water comes out, in a circle around the whole bowl, brush with a loo brush, then flush. clean the rest with wipes. 
    • a no-wipe/no-scrub daily shower spray you can use after every shower saves deep cleaning it. 
    • keep every manual. all of them. 
  • Taking a ton of personality/aptitude tests seems like a gimmick but it’s a great way to start getting to know yourself; you’ll need to get to know yourself now you’re making your own choices. 
  • There is no ‘right way’ to do grocery shopping. there is no ‘right way’ to do most things like that. you just have to let yourself find your own method.
  • Car stuff:
    • if in doubt, pull over and call your parent(s)/a friend.
    • you can drive while you’re having dizzy spells but you probably shouldn’t.
    • the same goes for worn out break pads. 
    • the longer you leave a problem unchecked, the worse it can get.
    • Park and Ride services are great.
    • learning to change a tire is probably a good idea. 
    • if you can afford to fill your car all the way up, you’ll be thankful for it later. 
    • keep an emergency/overnight bag in the boot/trunk. 
  • Choosing your life routes/goals/career/uni course:
    • most other people don’t know what they’re doing, either. 
    • pick a course you enjoy, not just one you want to work in; you probably won’t end up with the job you’re planning on anyway. 
    • having no goals and no idea is not an evil; life is so unpredictable that what you work towards is rarely exactly what you get anyway.
    • don’t make snap decisions not to do things. do make snap decision to do things. 
    • if you can find someone willing to share what they think you should do, it’s fine to ask. they might give you a great idea you didn’t think of. just don’t let them decide for you. 
    • keep a simple diary of everything you do and record how much you enjoyed it, how invested your were in it and how energised/exhausted it left you. then look back and you’ll be able to see what you like doing and what you don’t, and therefore how to choose what makes you happy.
    • ‘follow your dreams’ is nice idea that can leave you super disappointed with a perfectly happy life. choose passion if you can, but always stick to realism. shoot for the stars but don’t expect to reach them; imagine you’re shooting an arrow or throwing a discus, aiming beyond the target in order to hit it. 

This got way too long. I’m thinking I should stop.

So you’re starting University/College this year, you’re probably moving away from home for the first time, moving to a new city, maybe you’ve never lived in the city before! You’re also leaving your old friends behind and probably going somewhere where no-one knows you, so what do you do?

1. Don’t Panic

This might be hard, but its so important to relax! Think about how many people have gone to Uni before you and how they’re all fine, how you’ve made it through school and that everyone else is in the same boat as you. Try to use this to calm yourself before you leave, try and change any negative thoughts into positives :) Don’t know anyone? Opportunity to find new friends! Don’t know the city at all? Take a day out and explore! Hate your roommate? It’s okay you can smother them in their sleep!

2. Bring a door stop, sweets and a pack of cards

Okay so you’re there in your new accommodation, you’ve ushered your parent(s) out, you’ve unpacked your knickers, you’ve nabbed a spot in the fridge.. Now what? Honestly the best way is to find your shared space i.e. kitchen, common room etc. and go and talk to people but that it Scary and Hard so bring something to soften the blow! Offer people sweets! Just sit and anyone you see, offer them some Oreos or whatever and ask them their name. Once you find at least one other person who’s as desperate to make friends as you then You’re In. Play cards and invite other people to join the game, chat and eat your snacks, all that sorta stuff. Also you can stopper your door so you can chat to people in your corridor. 

This step is so important because even though you probably wont stay friends with these people, you need them and they need you (for the first week or so at least) and also it’s good to know the people you are going to be living with for other reasons than friendship! e.g. texting them to tell them to shut up at 2 am, knowing that if you need to you can use someone else’s milk etc..

3. Make/Join the Group Chat

Don’t use someone else’s milk without first properly consulting the group chat, the first commandment of communal living. 

No matter where you are gonna live as a student you will have roommates/flatmates/kitchen-mates and what have you. Make or join a group chat as soon as possible because its essential to your life and it’ll be super helpful in freshers week when you want to go out but have no friends, so you drop a quick message in the group chat and LO AND BEHOLD you have 8 other random people to annoy All Night :D

4. Go to the Fresher’s Fair or Equivalent

Even if right now you think you don’t have time for clubs and societies, you will by week 5 when you’re spending the 9th day in a row sitting in your bed after lectures until you fall asleep watching you-tube DIY concrete shelf tutorials. Go to your freshers fair or whatever they have instead and look round the stalls. It’s OK not to join anything (and be careful not to join too many things) but you should be aware of whats on offer. Take leaflets for anything that seems cool, join their Facebook pages, and then when the ennui sets in you can drag yourself (and maybe even a suggestible flatmate) along to a game of squash or a talk on feminist literature. 

5. FRESHERS FLU

Good luck my little sweet potato because you are in for a hell of a ride. I can’t explain to you in human words what freshers flu is like. Even now it haunts me, and the worst part is that there is absolutely no way to avoid it (besides a Steve Rodgers-like super-soldier serum). I’m saying even if you go to no events, block up your door, refuse to see anyone, and bathe in anti-bac, you will be getting ill and you’re gonna have to suck it up and deal with it. There’s gonna be no-one to run out to buy you Lemsips and refill your hot water bottle so just grit your teeth and prepare for the worst. You will need; a hottie, macaroni cheese, soup, orange juice, lemsips, paracetamol, decongestants, water, Netflix, tissues, chocolate and chapstick. Try not to die, just accept this new, lower standard of life.

6. Go to your bloody lectures

I did not do this and it came back to bite me in the arse. Please go, even if you don’t wanna, and even if your normal lecture buddy is sick. 

7. Enjoy it!

Freshers week and the following year of uni is gonna be the most fun you’re allowed to have for the next 3-5 years so just enjoy it. Don’t get yourself worked up over studying and crap like that because it isn’t worth it. You will be set less homework and assignments in first year anyway because lecturers expect that you’ll be out on the raz half the week and the other half you’ll be avoiding classes and binging Netflix, so just remember that it’s chill and that you’ll be fine. (Please actually do your homework and go to class though its much nicer and you’ll be less stressed in exams, be serious you waste 90% of the time that you aren’t in class anyway so you might as well go)

Good luck and enjoy uni, babes!

agent-85  asked:

A prompt for you, if you don't mind: a ll’s fair in love and chores.

For you, Jane, anything:

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“I cannot believe you just used that retort, Hunter.”

“I cannot believe you are really arguing with me about this. You know Fitz is my best mate, you think I’d bet against him if I wasn’t 110% confident of my rightness?”

Bobbi raises one eyebrow skeptically. “Yeah, but who’s in the lab with them day in and day out?”

“Campbell,” Hunter says, pleased with himself.

“I’m in there a heck of a lot more than you. Plus, who had to smooth things over with the lab minions when your best mate berated them for borrowing post-it notes? Memory suggests it wasn’t you.”

Hunter tsks. “But do you think he would have been so anal about it if he hadn’t had the riot act read to him a time or two? No way. Not even heart-eyes Fitz. That is the action of a man who knows how to stay on the right side of his lady.”

“It’s her left side, actually,” Bobbi says, smug in her turn, “which I noticed. Because I am observant. And I know them both, rather than specializing in one half of FitzSimmons.”

With a dramatic sigh, Hunter shakes his head. “So much pride to go before such a big fall. Wait and see, Bob. A scintillating day cleaning tact gear is in your future.”

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I just used a soap that has the slogan “[soap name] protects” on it and my brain automatically supplied “he protec, he attac, but most importantly, he anti-bac” and I’d just like you all to know I hate you

Five Things Tags

Tagged by sister queens @kpopfanfictrash and @bread-jinie

Five things you’ll find in my bag

  1. A water bottle 
  2. My wallet with zero cash in it 
  3. A little pouch which I call my ‘first aid kit’ (which has like plasters, painkillers, tissues, eydrops, mints, wetwipes, anti-bac, etc etc)
  4. A phone charger
  5. Snacks…

Five things you’ll find in my room:

  1. Loads and loads of plants
  2. Loads and loads of books 
  3. Empty mugs
  4. Fancy candles
  5. My outfit for the next day (I like… to organise)

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

  1. Travel to Asia - I’d love to go to China again, as well as Japan, Hong Kong, Korea, Singapore, Malaysia etc etc
  2. Live abroad for a while - somewhere in Europe or even further flung!
  3. Learn a language despite the fact I am terrible at languages 
  4. Own my own home 
  5. Adopt a cat

Five things that make me happy:

  1. My cat (which is actually my mum’s cat)
  2. Reading really good books 
  3. Tinned peaches
  4. When a plant gets a new leaf 
  5. My friends and family

Five things that I’m currently into:

  1. Cooking! I haven’t actually had much chance in the last few weeks, because I have been working longer days but I really have got into cooking this year and want to do more!
  2. Grapes
  3. TV? When I as living in London and a student, I didn’t really watch TV but now I am back home, I watch so much more TV to just unwind after work and switch off. I love trash TV now.
  4. Framed photos. Living away from friends and growing up means you don’t see your bests all the time - so I am making a point to print photos and put them up! 
  5. GCSE reading list - I am rereading loads of classics and new books for my teacher training and living life to be honest. 

Five things on my to do list:

  1. Work on my assignment and finish my writing up my weekly review 
  2. Pick up my contacts from town 
  3. Edit Dappled 
  4. Paint my nails because they are currently naked and gross 

tagging: @pebble-xo @dontcallmemegmeg @byunists @bymenneske @got-7bangtan-boys @pikayeollie and bloody @themaddykinz even though she never does any tags.

Play it cool, Campbell - Part III
  • Bernie: She spoke to me.
  • Raf: [aghast] You're not serious?
  • Bernie: It was only six words. The fifth one started with 'f' and the last one was 'off' but that feels like progress.
  • Raf: *pats Bernie on shoulder*
  • - - -
  • Serena: Lou could you set this patient up with a morphine drip, please?
  • Lou: *nods and walks away because does she ever speak? Ever?*
  • Serena: *spots Bernie across the ward* I could do with a morphine drip for that royal pain in the behind. *smashes anti-bac gel dispenser and walks off*
  • - - -
  • Serena: Albie's tonight?
  • Raf: Sure thing!
  • Morven: Definitely!
  • Bernie: If you're buying...
  • Serena: On second thought, I'd best be getting home. Enjoy your night out, everyone.
  • - - -
  • Bernie: Board meeting starts in ten minutes.
  • Serena: And?
  • Bernie: Well they've proposed cuts to AAU and I was wondering...
  • Serena: I can handle it perfectly well on my own, thank you.
  • Bernie: Right. Yes. It's just...
  • Serena: What?
  • Bernie: Should I let them axe my job?
  • Serena: *heart rips in two, sirens blare, stomach does a backflip* Whatever you want. I wouldn't want to stand in your way.
Everybody loves a circus show (4/?)

Summary: The first time Gavin Free walked into the big top at the age of five, it took him 3.2 seconds to know this was where he wanted to spend his life. Circus AU in which RoosterTeeth Circus of Wonders is about to get a new member.

A/N: wow I am so sorry this took so long, this is kind of an important chapter and I spent so long worrying I wouldn’t do it justice that I just stopped even writing it. Anyway, here we go. Thanks for sticking around and the support so far <3

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For the second time in as many days, Gavin was awoken by a face inches from his own. Upside down, with his hands planted firmly on the edge of the bed, Michael was leaning over him, messy hair hanging into Gavins vision. He jolted back, only to collide firmly with a solid body behind him, who his sleep addled brain was pretty sure belonged to Ray, oh yeah… he slept in their bed last night.

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