but hope this is okaaay

anonymous asked:

86 and andreil??

86: “Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” (I combined this with a prompt from foxpaws10 from ages ago based on this post, and I kind of warped both of your prompts i hope this is still okaaay basically it’s doctor andrew and that’s all u need to know)

His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.

Andrew chose surgery almost entirely for the distance of it, the sterility of a room with a slab of meat, a tray of knives, and a sickness he can actually cut out.

He’s a doctor because he can be, and patients sometimes like that he doesn’t speak a word to them, like silence equals genius.

He likes that there are some patients that come into the ER unconscious and leave the OR unconscious, and all he has is a problem and a ticking clock. He always solves the problem. He thinks maybe it’s because he is one.

The sinking ship of his Sunday in the emergency room goes from slippery to debilitating with one patient.

Two showy ER doctors with their lab coats off and their sleeves rolled up go into the private room they’ve cordoned off, and they both come out looking pinched in the face with their stethoscopes clenched in their fists.

“He’s a fucking disaster,” one of them says, leaning up against the information desk with his eyes still pulling back to the closed door of the room.

“I know. I thought, I dunno. That the news was exaggerating.”

Andrew tilts his head and listens without making any move to leave his post, filling out inane charts as illegibly as he can.

One of the residents chances a look at him and Andrew makes a point of catching him. The guy startles, then juts his chin.

“Maybe you’ll get along with him, Minyard. He’s as crazy as you.”

“You’ve mistaken the hospital for a playground,” Andrew says mildly. “Give me his chart.”

“What?”

“His chart.”

He looks at his friend, mouth slack, and then the one holding the chart holds it out like a dirty rag.

“He’s Boston’s starting striker,” he stage whispers. Andrew takes the clipboard and ignores him, scanning the details. “We’re not supposed to let any patients know.”

“That Neil Josten is causing a scene ten feet away from them?” he says, and the men titter uncomfortably. “Why should he get the luxury of privacy?”

“How did you—“

“The news is available to everyone, Bryant, you fuck.” He rounds the desk and makes for the closed and shuttered room, dropping the chart in the receptacle outside.

“He shouldn’t be allowed to practice,” someone says behind him, and then someone else, softer, scornful: “surgeons”.

Andrew wrings the door knob and finds himself abruptly face to face with the singular most swollen person he’s ever seen. He’s obviously bolting for it, his gown gaping at the neck and someone’s stolen shoes jammed on. Andrew scans the defiant face, the shock of red hair, the near invisible trail of blood from an incorrectly removed IV.

“Sit down.”

“No.”

Andrew watches Neil Josten— and it is him, one of the handful of strikers on Boston’s team and certainly the most newsworthy — size him up. His eyes run the same circuit Andrew’s would if he were looking to fight his way out: door, threat, surreptitiously behind him for a weapon, back again.

“I’ll drug you,” Andrew says simply. Neil’s good eye, the one that isn’t purpling, goes narrow.

“Are you allowed to say that?”

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The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

anonymous asked:

How about Caesar with an s/o that surprises him by learning Italian? Not to a 100% perfectly fluent level, at least not yet, but enough for some choppy conversation (this definitely isn't because I'm learning Italian no not at all)

Aww, good luck with learning Italian! I want to too, but I’m so lazy (/)///v//(\) Also,can I just say that I love writing for Caesar since it allows me to write the cheesiest things and make it still work? It’s great <3.

  • You’ll come to find that it’d be rare to find a moment to speak Italian to Caesar, since he’s always super careful about speaking in English around you. He doesn’t want you to ever feel left out of anything he says, even if he wants to say something that can never be translated in English.
  • That being said, there will be times when he’ll tease you in Italian, since he thinks that you can’t understand him. While he’d mostly say the same things that he would in English, such as you’re beautiful and that he loves you more than you can imagine, he’ll say these things in Italian sometimes, as it feels closer to the heart that way.

  • So just imagine his surprise when you reply in Italian, telling him just how much you love and cherish him as well.

  • “Oh, tesoro! You said that so beautifully! Since when have you known Italian?”

  • No matter what your response is, whether it’s 1 day or 1 year, Caesar is going quickly cup your face before giving you a hundred kisses, and if you tell him that you learned purely for him, he’s going to completely melt in your arms. He’ll pull you as close as he can, running his fingers through your hair and whispering in your ear.

  • “Tesoro… truly, you’re too good for me. If someone as wonderful as you were willing to stay by my side, I’d never need the sun again, as you’d make my days far brighter.”
Reita and Uruha didn’t celebrate each other’s birthdays as kids (Radio Jack June 9)

Kai: So, both of you (Rei n Uru) have gotten a bunch of messages

Uruha: Messages

Kai: (gigglin) Yes, messages, so I’m gonna read them okay? (reads first message for Uru) “Uruha-san, happy birthday! I love watching you play the guitar, you look so cool and attractive and like you’re having so much fun! Please let us keep watching you play~” Uhh and this one “June 9, the day of Rock, (6/9 = roku/ku = rokku = rock lol) is Uruha-san’s birthday! Happy happy birthday! I hope this is a great day and the start of a great year.” Okaaay “Happy birthday Uruha-san! You were looking good in your shorts and boots at Gudon no Sakura, as usual. I hope u wear them again” 

Uruha: Thx

Kai: Okay and here’s one for Reita

Reita: Ok

Kai: Uhhhhh……

Reita: Is there one for me?

(everyone laughs)

Kai: Yes, yes there is. Uhhhh….. “May 27th, Happy birthday Reita!”

Reita: Thank u 

Kai: “Since the Shonan boys have been good friends since elementary school, do you have any birthday stories from when you were students?”

Rei n Uru: Uhh I don’t think so do we?

Kai: (laughs) Anything?

Uruha: Nah, it’s more recently that…

Kai: Ohh I see! You guys didn’t celebrate back then?

Reita: Does anyone? Like, did people celebrate ur birthdays back then?

Ruki: Um we had birthday parties 

Aoi: When we were kids

Kai: Yeah…..did u guys not?

(this whole time Reita and Uruha are mumbling in the background like “birthday party………? did we have those???”)

Uruha: I don’t really remember ever celebrating 

Kai: You never like had people over to your–

Rei n Uru: Nah

Kai: What? Like you have people at your house…

Ruki: All ur friends who live nearby come over…

Reita: Oh yeah! I did that til like grade 1 or 2.

Ruki: Yeah?

Reita: Oh if we’re talking about that long ago then yeah I….

Ruki: It’s ok

Kai: (laughing) I guess you don’t have any stories in particular then

Reita: Yeah I guess!

Kai: Well what about recently? A story from from you two’s birthdays

Uruha: Both of us?

Kai: I mean, you’re close together, right?

Uruha: Idk we’ve never really celebrated our birthdays together. 

Kai: Ah, only on times like today?

Uruha: Yeah yeah

Reita: That’s true actually!

Kai: Even though you’re close? 

Reita: (laughing) What does that have to do with anything!

Kai: I mean the dates! The dates are close together, you know? 

Uruha: Well when we were students we hung out together every day, so we didn’t really think about our birthdays

Reita: Yeah, I have absolutely no memory of ever doing anything for our birthdays (laughs) 

Kai: But you know, the fact that you have gotten older and you’re able to celebrate together like this, it’s…wonderful I guess

Rei n Uru: Ya…..

(laughing)

anonymous asked:

Cou,d you write a luke one where he's in med school & you meet at a coffee shop & luke gets all nervous when asking you out? Your writing is really good!

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Luke never really had a problem impressing girls; once the words ‘med school’ fell into the conversation the intent of their eyes usually shifted from bored to seductive — but he was never really interested to begin with. It was on nights he was dragged from his room, away from textbooks and online journals, that he’d be forced by his far more boisterous roommate Calum to attempt finding a girl to spend the night with.

That wasn’t really his thing, though — he didn’t really have time for that. He needed to focus if he was going to specialise in surgery and his study load looked far more like an unconquerable mountain than anything.

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Starter for @monkeysmum

It felt so good for Kira to be actually able to play for once without having to worry to leave, escape or hide. After her mum and aunties had defeated the neo’s including PT Westmoreland, everything had settled down a little bit. The only tragic thing missing in their lives was: Mrs S. Kira was having such a hard time with the loss of her grandmother. Sometimes she still cried about it. Siobhan basically raised her as well, it was like a second mum to her.

At the moment, the girl with long curls was making a nice drawing for on S her grave. They visited her now and then, even when her mum had such a hard time going to the graveyard. Most of the times she visited with Felix.

A big heart with a lot of kisses was being drawn onto the white paper. Kira’s feet were up in the air while she laid flat on her stomach. She raised her head and looked around to see where her mother was. “Mum?” She asked, sitting up: leaving her pencils on the ground. Her facial expression had turned from calm to alert. “Mummy?!” Her head started to pound as she felt her body becoming heavy. Her pupils looked big. Something was wrong. Was it gonna start all ovet again?

A New Beginning ~ closed between shadow-link and blue-link-rp

The Links never put the Four Sword back, which meant that Vaati was never truly sealed. While he was defeated by the heroes, he was not kept from rising again. It took years, but he finally was able to gather enough energy and power to escape the Dark Realm. The first thing he did was wait once more, slowly using his magic to rebuild the Palace of Winds, and mend the broken pieces of the Dark Mirror. Almost at once after it was fixed, he had summoned the sleeping Shadow and pulled him from the Dark Mirror.

However, the unfortunate thing with the summoning, is that Vaati is literally pulling Shadow from one world into another; a darkened one into a light one. With the drastic change of climate, the brightness, and so many other things, it made him disoriented, and many memories were lost. He was practically being reborn, and it was rather confusing for him. Only big emotional things for him were remembered, and one of those was the hate and betrayal and anger he felt years ago…

It had been a few months since Shadow was pulled, and the obviousness of the return of Vaati was slowly growing. The Palace of Winds was back to its formal glory, and dark clouds were back to swirling around the very top. The villagers had grown nervous of the revival of the Palace, and conversed about it very often. Why was it back? Did this mean Vaati was back? What about the evil Link; was he back as well?

{ blue-link-rp }

Stained Glass||theonlyfrozenheart

It’d taken months of waiting and planning, and sewing… But it’d finally came. Rapunzel had nearly pounced on Hans the day they were supposed to leave for a nearby town, and despite her efforts,couldn’t help herself from bouncing around as they packed. Of course,she made sure to keep her wedding dress hidden from him until it was time to actually wear it…

And that was only an hour away. They’d settled down into an inn for the night, and the brunette was currently tying together a few wild flowers as a last minute bouquet. “There… What do you think?”

Running Out Of Time ||Closed RP with TheKillerNextDoor

Jeff sighed as he had finished his work, on his way out as he placed his wrist down to a small metal object, it giving him 30 more minutes as a payment. He left with a small sigh as he looked around. In this world you had time on your hand, or wrist to be more exact. It goes like 100:00:00, once you are born it stops- it doesn’t start counting down before you turn 18 and then it will say how many years you have left to live as it slowly count down. After you turn 25, you stop ageing- so no one in this world have wrinkles or look old. In this world there isn’t money, only time. You pay with your life, you pay 15 minutes of your life to take the bus. You pay 2 hours of your life to buy food for the week, you gain seconds/minutes/hours/years by working- some gamble and are lucky to gain more, other dies from it.

You can give your time to other to keep them living longer, but once the time goes 00:00:00 your heart stops and you die with no possible way to regain life. That’s the life Jeff had, though in all secret he had his own way to gain time- but that was something he didn’t tell anyone. The only one who knew, was his friend who always joined him in that event. His friend that looks almost alike as himself with the same name.

Back to Black ||friendlyneighborhoodspidey

It had been perhaps two or three weeks since Norman’s funeral, and things were starting to settle into some form of normalcy again. Granted, there was no need to continue looking over her shoulder when she visited New York, which was a great relief to Starfire, albeit a bit strange. As far as Norman’s death went, Starfire only cared for Harry’s emotional condition… And even then, she chose not to think of it too much.

Things were calm now, and she was thankful.

Of course, her teammates had given her a rough time about what had happened. Why hadn’t she said something? Why hadn’t she come to them? She’d apologized of course, and after a ‘team meeting’, things had been smoothed over. While they were hesitant about letting her go back to New York alone, they relented, and soon enough, Starfire found herself waiting for Peter at their usual meet up point.

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@mercuryblake

“SAAAANS. Please wait.” Papyrus screeched from several paces behind. There were few times in which Sans naturally moved faster than his brother, but nights the terrors came on too strong this time. Their home setting was just too overwhelming to stay in while it was all fresh in his mind.

“i’m fine, papyrus.” He called back, almost annoyed. Sure Sans knew his brother was just worried, but so was he. What if he hadn’t really woke up yet and ended up doing something he’d regret?

“OH. My! Are you alright?!” Sans heard, the direction of the question wasn’t towards him anymore and he could tell. The perfect distraction, Sans kept on walking through the snowy forest like nothing happened. He desperately needed to calm down.

Kneeling beside the fallen being, Papyrus lifted their head while calling to them in attempt to wake them. His brother’s urgency caused him to stop.

why, why now of all times… Sans thought with a depressed sigh as he simply teleported to his brother’s side, left eye glowing a faint blue from the use of his magic. 

oh gee, why is it herWas the only thing that came to Sans’ mind when he saw the girl. Shrinking down into his hood, he let Papyrus take care of her. Who she was exactly, Sans didn’t know, he simply clung to what he’d seen from afar, it was never a comforting sight either.

“We have got to help, Sans!” Papyrus said as he picked her up, turning on his heel to march back to the house. Sans’ only response was silence, following begrudgingly behind his brother.

No time was left for Papyrus to try and get Sans to help once they’d entered the house. Promptly and with out a word he just went right up to his room and locked the door behind him before face falling into the heap that was his bed. All that was going on in Sans’ head was pleading for the images his nightmare produced to go away..