behind the medic

Red flags to look for in psychiatrists

- if they do not like that you research your disorder/s and treatment/s
- if they do not explain the reason/s behind certain treatment/medication that they are prescribing you
- if they are reluctant/refuse to let you access your medical records
- if their first response to symptoms is medication without any talk therapy
- if they say they “don’t believe in therapy”
- if they say they “don’t believe in medication”
- if they insist on seeing your parent/legal guardian without you being present
- if they tell you that there are no other treatment available if you complain about your current treatment/medication not working/having unmanageable side effects
- if they diagnose you without explaining how they came to that diagnosis, what it entails, and which treatments you have at your disposal
- if they fall asleep during a session (you’re laughing but it happened, several times, and i’m not boring)
- if they assure you that you cannot have [insert disorder here] because you are too young/wealthy/poor/fat/skinny/smiling/old/whatever bs (the only valid reasons for not having a disorder is if you do not meet the minimum criteria for it, age/body/ethnicity/etc are not criteria)
- if they tell you that you obviously do not want/are not ready to get help (that’s a super abusive technique, would only see this as a valid comment to make if you are pressured into seeing them by someone who has authority over you)
- if they insist on you continuing to take a medication despite the side effects very negatively affecting you (for example: if you are recovering from an ED and you get the “gaining weight” side effect and that is very triggering to you)
- if they are flippant about/disregard your feelings

i’m probably forgetting a lot. feel free to add.

EDIT: I made a blog to vent about bad mental health practitioners @shrinksfromhell. Check it out and submit your stories!

AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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title: the council
rating: T
summary: sarada uchiha is not one to be played.
author’s note: nothing can convince me that sarada isn’t the perfect balance of strong and sarcastic. she is the sasusaku lovechild.
disclaimer: i don’t own naruto, or any of it’s characters. all rights reserved to tv tokyo, shonen jump and kishimoto.
ps: am i supposed to capitalize the word sharingan? and the names of justus? the world may never know.


It’s true enough that she had her mother’s spirit—her slight akin for kindness and softness under her stone cold, black exterior. She had Sakura’s aptness and almost desperate need to want to heal and protect her loved ones, but she had always been her father’s daughter through and through.

From her hair to her eyes; from the way she hated anything over the top to the way she couldn’t stomach anything remotely sweet; from the way she was born a prodigy to the way everyone seemed to think she took up after Itachi.

Like her uncle, Sarada was a genius and the combination of her sharp eyes and mind let her see the shinobi world for what it truly was and it left her torn; a formidable ninja with the heart of a pacifist. She didn’t mind taking the medical route, but her Uchiha pride and blood didn’t allow to be anything less than the best ninja around town, nothing less than the best for those she loved. 

The love from an Uchiha is a love like no other; it’s deeper, louder, more intense, and not to be handed out lightly. There were few people Sarada could say she truly loved in the world—she didn’t dare extend it beyond her teammates and family. But the love she had for those select few ran deep to her very core and she vowed to herself to do nothing less than protect them until the day she died. She wouldn’t stand for anyone attempting to harm her loved ones, nor did she stand for any slander against them.

So when an elder of the Konoha council seethed about the dangers of the Uchiha and the threat they posed to village, Sarada didn’t blink twice at controlling her temper (she was Sakura and Sasuke’s child after all—she had a tempered unmatched by the most jealous and vengeful of gods).

“What did you just say?” Tone dangerously low, eyes all but barely open as she squinted in the direction of voice that had dared to insult her clan, her family.

Most would agree that a sixteen year old had no business attending a meeting for the clan heads and other important officials and notable shinobi of a major powerhouse in the allied nations. Except if that sixteen year old year girl was a clan head herself, the Captain of the Police Force and the strongest kunoichi of the newest generation of Konoha ninja.

Sarada sat at the lefthand most corner of the round table, to her right, Naruto sat loud and proud at the head of the table, Hanabi Hyuga to her left. Heads of other important Konoha clans sat in succession, followed by military leaders, ANBU captains, research division heads, Granny Tsunade, and the village elders.

The meeting had been called to discuss village security, given the staggering amounts of missing and dead ninja reports on top of requests for ninja escorts and guards from surrounding towns. Hanabi suggested stationing more Hyuga around the borders, to potentially foresee and prevent future attacks or suspicious activity. As head of investigation and interrogation, Ino suggested that Naruto send recon squads to spy and gather further information. Tsunade claimed they ought to focus on the barely living ninja that had been brought back to the hospital in shreds. Naruto listened intently, alarmed at the situation, but content that the group in front of him had such wonderful ideas. Until one of the elders opened their mouths.

“If you want Konoha to be safe, Hokage-sama, I say that you need to start with protecting people from the inside,” Lady Choi grunted. The gray haired woman was nearing 97 years old, but had the sass of a surly nineteen year old. In all there were five elders on the board, Lady Choi and her brother Meno by far the most conservative of the bunch.

“How do you suggest we do that, Lady Choi?” Naruto asked. Old people were never exactly his thing, but dealing with Lady Choi was like dealing with an angry Tsunade—not something he preferred to do.

“If you want this village to be safe, you ought to purge it of internal dangers. Start by getting rid of those murdering ministers in the Uchiha complex. That family has brought nothing but pain and torture to this village for years.”

Eyes at the round table went wide. While Lady Choi was conservative and snarky in conversation, she remained an elder, and few chose to openly reply to her with the same amount of sarcasm and sass that she dished out. Except for Sarada Uchiha.

“Excuse me?” She snarled. “What did you just say?”

Onyx eyes stay fixated on the old woman across the room. Exactly who did this raisin think she was?

“You heard me, child. Those damned Uchiha are the reason for half of the attacks on this village. Hokaga-sama, just how many times have we had rogue ninja sneak past border security looking for that cursed sharingan? They’re murders, a danger to the people of Konoha, and a threat to our security.”

“Murderers? And what do you call our Assassination ANBU unit? I suppose they’re a bunch of holy purgers, correct?” Sarada’s voice dripped sarcasm, her knuckles becoming whiter the harder she gripped on to the table.

“They’re given orders,” Choi retorted, “Those Uchiha kill at their own free will. Itachi Uchiha nearly killed his entire clan, what makes you—”

“Shutup.” Sarada’s voice ripped through the room at a dangerously low octave. All eyes on her, she stood up from her chair, hands firmly on the table, it took all of her strength not to activate mangekyou and end the old woman across from her.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, child? Show some respect.

If there was one thing Sarada hated in the world more than anything, it was being called a child. She had worked far too hard to be diminished to such a status. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

“This child is the head of the Uchiha clan.” she seethed. “You shut your mouth about my uncle, lady. He is not a murderer—”

“Where is your respect? I am a village elder, you ought to be arrested for talking to me like this.”

“Arrested? You’d think you’d know something for being an elder—you can’t arrest the Captain of the Police Force, grandma.”

Choi’s eyes went wide. “This is the new Police Captain, Hokage-sama?” she accused Naruto, bewildered that the youngest Uchiha held such a powerful title. “No matter, insolent child. You ought to have respect for—”

Respect is earned, not handed out like blankets in the winter,” dangerously dark eyes bore through the old woman, “You seem to be the only one not knowing who you’re dealing with here. Tch, you’d think for being as old as you are, you’d know basic social rankings around here.”

Sarada pushed back her chair and crossed her arms. “Village elders sit on a board, thrice removed from the right hand of the Hokage. On par with Clan Heads, first behind the Chief of the Medical Corp, second to the ANBU Black Ops, and third to and furthest removed from the Chief of Police,” she spat, “You’re a nothing but a political figurehead—you advise the Hokage and provide him with a primary source of historical events, but by no means do you have nearly as much power as anyone else at this table. In fact, any nominations or proposals you make and be checked and vetoed by Tsunade-sama, ANBU and me.

The room fell even more quiet than before. Some were shocked, others like Hanabi and Tsunade sat comfortably with a small grin on their face. To Sarada’s right, Naruto sat with his hands folded, chin resting in his palms with a signature grin settled on his face; the three of them had the same thought—just like Sakura.

“Say what you want about power,” Choi retorted. “That’s all you Uchiha are after anyway. I’ve seen too many rogue Uchiha in my lifetime and mark my words you’ll end up just like that monster Itachi, killing off his entire clan and—”

“Because you told him to,” Sarada roared. “If you’re going to talk about my uncle then tell the truth. You and your band of elders are the very people who ordered Itachi Uchiha to kill his family. You told a fifteen year old boy that the only way to save the village was by murdering his family and I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to sit here and let you spread lies about him. He is not a monster and the Uchiha are not murderers. Mind you we built this village—I will not sit here and let you spread lies about my family.”

Then Sarada did the unimaginable; leaned forward, grabbed Choi by her collar and brought her to her level.

“You mark my words: the Uchiha are not your pawns. If you think you can control and manipulate me and then conflate my story to fit your twisted beliefs, then you’re dead wrong. I am my uncle’s niece, my father’s daughter, but I am not the summation of their actions. I will tell their stories but don’t you dare try and tell mine. If you even so much as dare to tell the smallest lie about my family ever again, I’ll show you exactly what happened, so you won’t forget it,” sharingan swirling, Sarada let the old woman go, standing upright again.

“Am I understood?” the blood red of her sharingan piercing through Choi’s mind. Sarada hadn’t dared to activate a jutsu, but the proximity and sight of the legendary doujutsu had been enough to shut Choi’s mouth.

In the tradition of the Uchiha, Sarada leaned forward again, daring and unsatisfied, “I said, am I understood?”

Lady Choi inhaled sharply, looking at the ninja in front of her and around the room. When it was clear to her that not even the other elders were going to defend her, she hesitantly met the red eyes in front of her and nodded gravely, “Yes, Captain.”

With a satisfied smirk, Sarada brushed off her flak jacket and took her seat again, turning to Naruto as if to say she was ready for the meeting to resume.

The blonde Hokage gave his goddaughter a reassuring smile, and looked to Tsunade who had the same look on her face—Sarada Uchiha was most definitely her father’s daughter.

Ambrosia | 01 (M)

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Summary: You find an injured man outside your apartment one day, and in your haste to get him medical attention, you might have told the paramedics that he’s your fiancé. However, from this lie, grows something very real as he continues to stay with you. Except he isn’t exactly who he appears to be.

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Fallen Angel!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

A/N: I have a lot of feels™ okay?

​Your mother always told you not to talk to strangers, let alone touch them, or God forbid, bring them into your home. This contrasted with your father, who would roll down the windows of the car so he could pass food to any homeless people he would pass on the street. That’s why he always kept so many snacks in the car.

Your father would be proud of you right now. Your mother? She wouldn’t disown you, she loves you too much. But she wouldn’t hesitate to call the police if she saw the dirty homeless man half asleep in front of your apartment building. You wouldn’t have gone that far, probably only ignoring them, maybe giving them some spare change if you had some on you. But this man is lying on the ground, face down, blood soaked through the back of his shirt, though it seems to have dried up by now. And maybe if there were other people around, you would have passed responsibility on to another bystander.

But as it happens, you’re alone tonight. Shit. You immediately pull out your phone punching in the numbers 911. “Hello? I have an emergency… Yeah, someone’s passed out, it looks like they were bleeding, but it’s stopped.”

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One Night is Enough for Now [Soryu Oh x Reader] KBTBB

Requested by @ carinecaldre69 Where Soryu and the MC have been struggling to spend time together so the bidders help them out, sorry t took so long and enjoy!

“Can I have the bill please?”

“Was something unsatisfactory Miss?” The waitress questioned in concern. Shaking your head, you pushed the empty wine glass away from you and lowering your eyes.

“No, it’s just that this was meant to be a date so…” You trailed off. This had been happening far too often recently, this was the sixth date that hand been cancelled at the last minute, this time the two of you both made it to the restaurant, but just as you’d ordered your starters he’d had a phone call and had to rush back to the office to fix a problem Inui had caused. Left alone, you had cancelled the starters and just sat sipping on the wine until the glass was empty. The waitress looked at you with sympathy, nodding and scurrying off to get the bill. Resting your forehead on the table, you thought back on the past few dates. Work call after work call, emergencies with the Ice Dragon, high status guests that came unannounced that you were called in to cater to, increasing your workload and shift time immensely. No matter how much planning you did, it never worked and something always got in the way.

“Miss, the drinks have already been paid for.” Pulling your head from the table, you gave a slow nod, standing and giving her a weak smile, you made your way out of the restaurant, you hailed a cab back to your apartment, only managing to summon the energy to eat a quickly made sandwich and fall into bed, groaning with the knowledge that another date was ruined and that you had to be in work early tomorrow.

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Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4


Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.

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You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 


“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

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Summary: one year old Sarada wears the hokahe hat for the first time

‘‘Here’s my favorite student.’‘

Said the hokage when the pink haired kunoichi came into his office with her baby in her arms.

‘‘You mean the student that never commented about your choice of literature.’‘

‘‘I mean the student that understands art when she sees it.’‘

Kakashi  found out that Sakura shares his love for erotic novels a couple of years ago,when he found one hidden behind a medical book on her shelf.

‘‘Kashi!’‘ screamed the one year old in Sakura’s arms.

Kakashi extended his arms towards the little girl who jumped out of her mothers arms.

‘‘Anyways Shizune wanted you to go to her office to sign some paperwork.’‘

‘‘And is there any chance half of that paperwork in meant to be signed by the hokage?’‘

‘‘Details,now go and I’ll take of care of little Sasa-chan.’‘

‘‘Sure.’‘ Sakura said as she kissed Sarada’s forehead.

After five minutes Naruto came in.

‘‘Hey sensei let’s get started on traini- SASA-CHAN.!’‘

‘‘Nato!’‘

‘‘Close enough  dattebayo, now come here.’‘

‘‘Didn’t Hinata teach you how to knock.’‘

‘‘Hey your successor is allowed to get in without permission.’‘

‘‘Remind me to tell your successor that.’‘

‘‘My successor?’‘

‘‘Yeah you’re not going to be hokage for ever Naruto.’‘

‘‘hmm,I wonder my successor is going to be maybe Konohamaru but he seems to have moved on from his dream.’‘

‘‘Try someone a little younger Naruto,by the time you step down it won’t be good to choose someone younger than you by only 5 years.’‘

‘‘Hmm,then it’s too early for that-Sarada what do want?’‘

Naruto asked the toddler in his arms as she kept gesturing to Kakashi,Kakashi finally got it when the girl put her hand on her head.

‘‘She wants the hokage hat.’‘

‘‘A little early Sarada huh?’‘

Naruto reached for Kakashi’s head and grabbed the hat,he then put it on Sarada’s head who displayed a big toothy smile.

‘‘Look how happy she is dattebayo.’‘

‘‘Yeah,she even wore the hat before the future seventh.’’

‘‘Sarada Uchiha the seventh hokage!’‘ Naruto said as he raised Sarada up in the air.

‘‘I thought you were seventh.’‘

‘‘Then eighth.’’

Sakura walked in a second after.

‘‘Kakashi I finished the paperwork.’‘

Sakura froze in the doorway when she looked at her daughter  held in the air by Naruto, hokage hat still on her head.

‘‘Mama.’‘

‘‘Kawaiiiiiiiiiiii!’‘

anonymous asked:

Oh man those prompts are so good though. Maybe 20 for KaiShin?

From this list of soulmate AUs.

20 the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.


One of the first disappointments Shinichi ever gets in his life is when Ran writes his name on the sakura badge she’s just made for him. She has such a cute expression on her face, penning out the childish hiragana with her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth, her focus almost entirely on making sure the lines don’t waver. She’s got absurdly good writing for her age, better than his, even. He’s jealous.

She speaks his name slowly as she writes, but he doesn’t feel that warm burn deep inside that supposedly comes with a soulmate saying your name.

It doesn’t stop his crush.

It does stop his blind faith in the concept of soulmates.

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In Dreams 17

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Scully and Diana both look stunned and based on that alone, he can’t ascertain what’s happening.

No, no, no, no, no….

They are stock still, all three of them and the only sound in the room is raspy, terrified breathing. He closes his eyes and sees the little girl on the beach, she disintegrates like a pillar of sand in a windstorm.

No, no, no, no, no….

Diana wavers and pitches forward ever so slightly, reaching for a wound under her shirt cuff. He lets out a long, relieved breath. Scully is okay, safe, safe, safe. He immediately feels guilty for it as he watches Diana’s eyes go distant and unfocused.  

“I’m…something’s…I can’t,” she stammers.

“She must have an allergy,” Scully says as she picks up the phone.

“I don’t,” she responds, her voice breathy and constricted.

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Yuzuru Hanyu’s epic balls of steel stubbornness backbone demonstrated in 30 minutes.

- while warming up, at the 2014 Cup of China, Hanyu and China’s Yan Han crash against each other. Han was going slower and more upright and ends up sitting stunned, before skating off. Hanyu hits the ice with chin and stomach and lays there for more than a minute before organization staff approach. He refuses help and skates back to the boards, before being led behind the curtain for medical help (by the US doctors wth?!)

- decision is made that Hanyu is still able to skate. He needs stitches on his chin and head, so the US medical team quickly bandage him up just for the free skate.

- there is a delayed warm up, which Han does not attend. Hanyu does and realizes he can’t do certain jumps, so changes program accordingly.

- Brian Orser tells him he doesn’t have to be a hero. He does not need to skate. Hanyu nods (we all now know what he was thinking, read on). Seems confused and in some pain, unsteady on his feet. Cries a few times, every time the crowd cheers for him.

- skates. Falls FIVE times.

- comes off the ice. Hugs Orser limply. Orser holds him up, tells him to keep breathing and to hold on to the boards while Orser puts his guards on. Refuses. Puts one guard on himself then offers other foot to Orser. Orser puts the other guard on. Badly. Hanyu adjusts it.

- Orser asks Hanyu if he wants to go to the kiss&cry. Hanyu doesn’t answer, just limps to the kiss&cry supported by Orser. Dabs at his bloody chin, now sluicing down his neck with the sweat. Orser tells him no media area, straight out to the doctor. Hanyu nods.

Y- “Ok. *sighs* I’m done.”

B- *looks at him*

Y- *whines* “I really want to go to the final.” *snorts*

Orser hangs head in amusement.

B- “Phow, you never know actually. But we have to get you healthy first, ok? You’re gonna feel it tomorrow. No exhibition.”

B and Y smile.

- results come through. He’s in first position with only one skater left to go. Hanyu looks very surprised.

B- “Wow.”

Y- “What happened?”

B- “I don’t know.”

Finally breaks down. Starts crying. Can’t stop crying. Is led behind the curtain to the lockers, where the US medical team have assembled a quick surgery, and stitch him up (7 stitches on his chin, 3 staples on his head, sprained ankle, and what was, in my opinion, probably the start of his uracheal condition).

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1/ No-700 au where the entire extended team7+taka can be friends & hang out at whoever's got the biggest house & they have takeout nights with an ungodly amount of food & kakashi tries to hammer in some fuinjutsu into naruto's head with karin peanut gallery and our boy is hunched over a scroll until he just says "uh oh". [gif of those cats freaking SCATTERING] .

sasuke is behind the couch food is on the floor bc sai turned over the table suigetsu is halfway down the drain, yamato str8 up jumped out the window like BYE upon closer inspection kakashi has been replaced w a scarecrow wearin his clothes karin panicked & tried to grab stuff to draw a seal but she missed & the ink is everywhere sakura was midchew so now she’s trying to curl up & hide behind her medical journal w a mouthful of food? jugo is hyperventilating in the corner someONE HELP HIM!

And then naruto looks up like “haaa, I got teriyaki sauce on it” and then he has to run because sasuke’s gonna kill him and this time he’ll have help

This is the best thing I have ever read and I am in fucking tears

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420 History: The Story Behind April 20 Becoming ‘Weed Day’ 

Behind the Medic: Pawliattive Care

So I can’t stand cats. Not only because allergies, but also personality clash. Me + dog = everything alright. Me + cat = Benadryl and mutual spite.

But our wonderful (no, seriously) next-door neighbor always takes care of the Cranq-Dog when we’re out of town, so when SHE goes out of town… I kind of have to return the favor. By taking care of her cats.

Three cats.

All with medical conditions.

There’s Conversion Disorder Cat (it apparently goes blind when left alone for too long).

There’s Hypothyroid (and sometimes gets Kidney Stones, fun!) Cat

And then there’s my “favorite”: Dying from Renal Failure for Past Two Years and Now Newly HYPERthyroid 19-year-old Cat (aka Goodbye Kitty).

I wonder if I should mail Goodbye Kitty to some kids in China.

Cuz that old thing is really hunting for some youth in Asia.

Vena Amoris

They promised no presents; they knew they didn’t need cheap chocolates, cliché hearts or red roses that would die in a day to know that they loved each other. But still, Stiles tried to surprise Derek for Valentine’s Day and it worked, up until it didn’t. But none of that matters to Derek.


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Derek pulled the Camaro into the lot, gliding into his usual space and parking the car. He shut off the engine and looked out the front window, down the hood of his car at the huddled figure shuddering in cold night air. His brow furrowed with confusion and worry as he stepped out of the car and called to the boy, “Stiles?”

His face was buried in his hands and his shoulders were trembling with quiet sobs.

Derek stepped over to his side and knelt down before him.

“Stiles, what’s wrong?” Derek asked, his voice quiet and comforting but full of fear.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles babbled, sniffing back his tears.

“Stiles, look at me,” Derek encouraged softly. He slid a finger beneath Stiles’ chin and gently tilted the boy’s face to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Stiles wiped away his tears and bit his quivering lip.

“Are you hurt?” Derek asked, slightly panicked.

Stiles shook his head. He drew in a deep breath and explained, “I tried to cook dinner so we could have a romantic night once you came home from work, but I turned my back for three seconds and the dog ate it all.”

Derek sighed and whispered, “Oh, babe, it’s okay.”

“No,” Stiles objected weakly. “I really wanted to do something special for you, but I couldn’t. I can’t do anything right.”

“That’s not true,” Derek argued. He reached forward and carefully took Stiles’ hand in his hand. He ran his fingers across the ridges of the boy’s knuckles before pressing a tender kiss to Stiles’ ring finger.

There was a reason behind his specificity. Before medical science discovered how the circulatory system worked, people believed that there was a vein that ran directly from the fourth finger on the left hand to the heart known as the vena amoris, Latin for ‘the vein of love’. It was a little piece of trivia that amused Stiles and led to a tender gesture that always made Stiles smile. And when all else failed, it was a sign of dedication, the faintest trace of a kiss that lingered on his skin like a ring.

It was a sweet gesture that was uniquely theirs.

Stiles smiled weakly and muttered, “I really wanted to surprise you.”

“Well sitting on the pavement and crying is one way to surprise me,” Derek pointed out.

Stiles chuckled slightly. “I wanted today to be special.”

“It is,” Derek assured him. “Every day with you is special. Just because it’s Valentine’s Day, doesn’t mean I love you any more today or any less any other day. Chocolates, hearts and red roses don’t change how I feel about you.”

Stiles smiled, bowing his head slightly as he hid his blush.

“So, how about we go upstairs and cook dinner together?” Derek offered.

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