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cherspastries · 24 days ago

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Okay, but here's another question... What jobs do you think the drivers would have of they weren't a driver? Or what they would major in? (loved the story btw!! :))

YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WISH FOR,

YOU GET WHAT YOU WORK FOR.

WORK FOR IT

2025 Grid x Reader

SUMMARY 𐙚 What jobs I think the drivers would have if they weren’t in F1. Part 1, where I talk about the reader’s job, is here! I will be referencing this so I advise reading it first.

WARNINGS 𐙚 N/A!

WORD COUNT 𐙚 2.9K

A/N 𐙚 It was really hard to decide for all of these guys. Some of them do have doubles because I couldn’t think of anything else 😬 Maybe a university AU with some of the younger drivers is needed now. Love ♥︎ Cher

DIRECTORY | MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN

RedBull ෆ

Max Verstappen

Motorsports

Unfortunately I’m a firm believer that if it’s not F1 for Max Verstappen, it’s gonna be a different motorsport. He has racing so deeply imbedded in his soul that I just can’t imagine him doing anything else. I also think that he could potentially be a streamer in another universe, but I think he’s a racer first. Imagine MotoGP Max, or maybe even Nascar Max. He loves the thrill and that’s not something he’ll abandon. So, if he doesn’t make it to F1, there’s lots of other options for this boy.

Let’s go with MotoGP. Imagine the badass pairing of a bartender and a motorcyclist. It’s quite literally a match made in heaven. Bonus points if the reader also rides motorcycles, so they can go out on adventures together. Or, if that’s not your style, he loves to have you ride on the back with your arms around his waist and all.

Yuki Tsunoda

Chef

This guy loves his food, which leads me to believe that culinary school is in his alternative future. I think Yuki could live it up as a chef that experiments with food from all corners of the world— Except America. He refuses to partake in the oily food from America, as we’ve all learned.

And hey, a chef and a seamstress isn’t exactly the expected duo, but it could work. Maybe you’re the one making the uniforms for his restaurant, and designing the logos and such. Even if he’s just in the kitchen working his magic, he still needs to look good to represent his business! It works, okay?

Mercedes ෆ

George Russell

Politician

There was a video where drivers made up what another driver would do if not F1, and a lot of people suggested George was a politician, and I 100% agree. While he said he’d be a farmer, I think he has a talent that shouldn’t go to waste. He’s a very convincing fellow that has a knack for following the rules and maybe even being a bit bossy. He exudes the vibes of someone who is a great leader, so he’d likely be a pretty decent politician.

I don’t really think your jobs intertwine much, but that’s just fine. Graphic design doesn’t have the biggest role to play in politics, but he always tries to find a place to squeeze your work in. Besides, it’s not like they have to match up perfectly anyway. You both have your own respective lives, and the life that you share together. He’s still super supportive nonetheless.

Kimi Antonelli

Scientist

Scientist Kimi! I don’t know why, but I can see it. I think if we want to be more specific, he’d study pharmacology, but I can really picture him working with chemicals in some way. I need to see Kimi in a lab coat and goggles messing around with chemicals. Maybe he’s not the best and maybe it blows up in his face, but he’s having a lot of fun. Maybe he’ll accidentally create a whole new element.

And he has his tutor girlfriend to stand by his side and support him. You’re there to offer knowledge and help in all fields. An intelligent girl matched with an equally intelligent boy is a nearly dangerous duo, and people acknowledge that. All of his friends are a little scared. You have the potential to someday rule the world— But with your childish smile and his cute curls nobody would take you seriously. Maybe it’s best you stick to science.

Ferrari ෆ

Charles Leclerc

Architect

An architect and a fashion designer. Yes, this seems about right. You’re both designing, just in your own way. I’d like to think you each contribute and help each other with the designing process, and it’s always easy to tell what aspects were thrown forth by the other person. Suddenly he’s bringing math equations into your designs, and you’re bringing little details and trends to his.

Charles himself said he’d like to be an architect, but if I were to assign him something from my own mind, I’d probably say music. It’s clear it’s something he’s very passionate about, and he’s very musically talented too. I can picture the reader sitting with him and resting her head on his shoulder while he plays.

Lewis Hamilton

Fashion designer

Yet another obvious choice. Maybe him and Charles’ girlfriend can be friends. Anyway, a makeup artist and a fashion designer kind of go hand in hand. You’re in the fashion industry, and you both work with specific clientele. Maybe you’re even a package deal. Celebrities hire one of you, and they end up hiring the other too. Just for fun.

I think this choice is obvious because it’s clearly that Lewis has a talent for fashion. His work with the Met Gala, and his day to day wear just proves that. He’s always dressed to the tens in my opinion, and I think he should spread that knowledge with the world. He’s a genius!

McLaren ෆ

Oscar Piastri

Engineer

Yes, Oscar’s expressed before that he would go into engineering if it weren’t for his current career. It makes sense. The boy’s smart, and his family has a history with racing so it’s not like mechanical engineering is all that far off. I can even see him being a track engineer. I think he’d have some decent strategies to share with a team, and would be smart enough to handle all the numbers and stats.

Now, it’s not really like his occupation matches up with yours either, but again… I think that’s okay. If he was an F1 engineer, I could see him taking you along with him, so as a food critic you’re getting to travel the world and experience dishes from different regions. So maybe in that sense, you’re perfect for each other. Who knows.

Lando Norris

Similar to George, a lot of the other drivers said that if he wasn’t a racing pilot, he should be a DJ. Esteban Ocon himself said that Lando got up behind the booth and made some decent beats, so with a bit more practice he could definitely do it. He also has the necessary party boy energy to pull off being a DJ, so it makes a lot of sense in the long run.

I’m not sure how well a teacher and DJ would work, but I think that’s ultimately part of the charm. You’re total opposites. One of you is quiet and collected while the other is loud and chaotic and it makes you relationship consistently interesting and engaging for you both. If you were paired with people exactly like yourselves, you’d probably get bored after awhile. Each of you brings something new to the table.

Aston Martin ෆ

Fernando Alonso

Football / Soccer

This was hard because, much like Max, it was hard to see Fernando doing anything but racing. I was almost tempted to keep him in motorsports as well, but I chose not to because I remember Fernando saying he liked football, and that just makes a lot of sense in my mind. I definitely don’t think he’d play football as long as he raced for F1, so after he reaches a certain age he retires, but I can see him pursuing this career at some point.

The life of a football player with a wedding planner wife is rather domestic. You’re constantly doting on him and taking care of him, treating your retired lover as if he’s old and decaying. He insists that he can do everything on his own, but he does like the attention nonetheless, so Fernando sits back and lets you pamper him like he’s your princess. Hey, whatever keeps the man busy.

Lance Stroll

Business man

I was unsure about this one, but I think considering that his dad is a business man, it makes sense for Lance to follow a similar destiny. Maybe he also ends up owning his own F1 team, who knows? I think he’s a very diplomatic guy, even if he’s somewhat introverted. That doesn’t mean he’s rude or anything, so talking business would come along just fine for Lance! He’s a very smart guy. I’m picturing him as a CEO of sorts.

He doesn’t play about you, either. You get to act as his sugar baby for a while, even though you make plenty of money yourself. He loves getting to tell you to buy whatever you want using his card, and he loves spoiling you. If you need new equipment for writing, he’ll buy it. If you need help getting your books published, he’ll talk to people for you. If you need help advertising, he’s on it. Lance is there to assist you in everything. He’s your partner in crime!

Alpine ෆ

Pierre Gasly

Football / Soccer

Okay I KNOW, this is unoriginal, but if you look at Pierre’s instagram there’s lots of photos of him playing football and I think it just makes sense to me. He kind of has the appropriate build for one too? Muscular, but also very strong legs and a good runner. I can’t really describe it, just trust me.

And, since he’s still in a sport, you can continue to be his social media manager and like everything related to him. People are still stunned to find out that Pierre runs his accounts and is the one viewing everything, but they’re even more stunned to find out that a majority of the time you’re the one actually liking the posts because every time you see anything related to him you giggle uncontrollably and spam the like button. Still a perfect, dynamic duo.

Franco Colapinto

Journalism

This guy likes his gossip. Franco’s charismatic enough to be able to easily interview people, and I firmly believe in that. He loves catching up on all the latest gossip and posting about it online for everyone to see. It doesn’t matter if it’s none of his business, because he’s gonna make it his business. Either way, he tends to be fairly respectful about what he posts. Even if he wants to phrase it in the most dramatic way possible, Franco sticks to the facts. And what he assumes are facts.

He likes to work on his pieces while he’s in your shop. He’s usually sitting behind the counter while you tend to customers, typing away on his newest report back to his boss. Every now and then he gets a few weird looks, almost like people recognize him, but they aren’t quite sure if it’s actually him or not.

Williams ෆ

Carlos Sainz

Boxer

Ohhhh… Okay sorry let me compose myself. Carlos gives off these casual aggressive vibes that tell you he’s not someone to be messed with, but also he’s a very sweet guy deep down. He loves his job, but he makes sure to remain unbiased and sportsmanly throughout, because it’s important to ensure that your opponent knows they did a great job too. He always said he’d remain an athlete if he was to do something other than F1, and while boxing probably isn’t on the top of his list, I can see it happening.

A boxer and a baker. It’s very much giving cute wife who bosses her strong husband around like it’s no big deal. Sure, he’s a champion in the ring, but when Carlos comes home he has to listen to you first. You’re the one wearing the pants in this relationship. He doesn’t mind, either. It’s nice to come home and be ordered around by you.

Alex Albon

Golfer

Vet gf and golfer bf. Makes perfect sense to me. He’s out there enjoying a nice day on the fresh green grass while you’re taking care of very cute patients. It’s a win for you both, and at the end of the day you both get to come home and relax together and talk about your days.

I think golf suits Alex. I know he always jokes about being terrible about it, especially in comparison to his actual girlfriend (The beautiful that is Lily Muni He) but if he had years of experience like he does with F1, I think he’d be really talented! It’s something that he loves already, so it makes sense.

Visa Cash App Racing Bulls ෆ

Liam Lawson

Actor

Uhm, hello have you seen him acting in the VCARB tiktoks? Perfect. But also I think he’d be typecasted as a stereotypical teen in the 90’s. He looks young enough, and that’s exactly how he dresses and acts. He’d be very charming with younger audiences due to his boyish charm. He just needs to brush up on those acting skills a bit and then we have the perfect actor.

And hey, you’re an actress. It fits perfectly. Maybe the two of you meet on set. Maybe you’re even casted to play lovers, and then it just ends up being that you come out of the experience actually dating. Who’s to say if it actually works out. Lots of actors say it’s hard to date your co-worker, but you guys would have to disagree, because you’re going strong!

Isack Hadjar

Physicist

Isack’s dad is a physicist! I think it would be cute if he followed in his footsteps. Most F1 drivers do follow in their parent’s footsteps, especially their dad, but Isack didn’t. However, imagining a universe where he did is interesting. He’d probably have the brain for it, he’d just have to dedicate a lot of his time to school, which might be hard.

A physicist and a photographer. I think you guys both like to discuss your more nerdy occupations. You get to rant about photo editing and camera settings, and he gets to rant about astrophysics and a lot of stuff you don’t entirely understand, but you enjoy hearing nonetheless. This is my favorite duo, never stop being a nerd.

Kick Sauber ෆ

Nico Hülkenberg

Male model

Nobody can convince me otherwise. He has the perfect face for modeling. Ruggedly handsome with a slight stubble and nice hair. I almost gave Carlos this role, but I think Nico is perfect for a model. If he hasn’t already received offers, he should, because he’s 37 and he looks fantastic still.

A model and a sommelier is a great duo, actually. You both have jobs seen as sophisticated. You’re a killer duo, the type of couple that can kill with your looks alone. He’s always impressed by your extensive knowledge, and you’re impressed by just how beautiful he is. You like to show him off at events you’re invited to, and he likes to do the same himself. Power couple. End of sentence.

Gabriel Bortoleto

Sports commentator

Not sure of this one either. I think Gabi would be a very fun commentator, always making silly quips and witty jokes that draws the audience in while retaining that necessary sports knowledge. At first he’d definitely let the other commentators do a lot of the talking, but once he’s warmed up to the environment, you hear him just as much as you hear the others. There’s no more hiding!

I think a streamer and a commentator is a silly duo as well. Maybe sometimes you stream sports and commentate it to mimic your boyfriend, which he always pretends to be offended by, but he thinks it’s adorable in reality. He likes showing up on your streams too. I love them. I’m jealous of you, reader.

Haas ෆ

Oliver Bearman

Male model

ALRIGHT I KNOW. I’m being unoriginal again, but have you SEEN Ollie?! He’s absolutely model material as well. Tall, handsome, fit. He might need some training on how to pose and walk a runway, but he’ll get it down eventually. I can also see him being like a hand model for watches and jewelry and such. He has very nice, soft hands that are still very masculine.

A painter and a model are you SERIOUS? I know I wrote it but I’m also fangirling because wow. He can quite literally be your muse. He doesn’t even have to sit there, because there’s thousands of beautiful pictures online for you to use. Although it does make the experience a lot more special when he offers to be your live model and pose for you. It’s like something only you get to see. Yeah… Huge fan of this.

Esteban Ocon

Comic book editor

PLEASE he would have a BLAST. He gets to read all these superhero comics, and he actually gets to contribute to the process of making them. I don’t know I just love the idea of a superhero fanatic, especially someone who loves Spiderman like Estie, getting to edit the scripts for comics. He’d be so into it, too. Like “this idea is unoriginal, so you should go for something like this” because he’s already read so many comics out there that he can recite plot lines from a lot of them.

And trust that I am a huge fan of goddess girlfriend and loser boyfriend. A model with a comic book editor? Nobody would see it coming. Imagine pulling up to the red carpet, cameras flashing as a tall, handsome figure emerges from the limo and it’s… Oh, it’s just some guy they’ve never seen before, but you look so happy that it’s impossible to harbor any judgement. It’s adorable how much you two love each other.

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bc-jpeg · 1 year ago

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What do you think about Mumbo's art cam in the newer episodes?

I am personally still shocked like, HE CAN DO ART NOW? This man won't stop suprising me, I love it so much, also I don't see many people talking about that and I have no idea why because for me it's the best thing ever.

Anyways, hope you're doing good :D byee

the man does literally EVERYTHING.

when mumbo created @a.creative.junkyard for his art practice, only then I realized that he had literally been doing something like this for several years already. firstly for youtube, and after that he created many presentations of film projects to work with his clients, which already means a quite good basic skill in graphic design and especially the design eye.

still a big fan of his works from this account.

I love how he got creative with the start of season 10, using his skills to add some fun to the editing by creating new slides for his episodes. the way he’s sincerely passionate about creating such things, I empathically feel his joy.

mumbo started visualizing the whole stories through what he creates, and all the effort, work and fun is absolutely worth it. he may have had some small storytelling pieces before, but now it has definitely moved to another level.

the hand drawn concepts. if you look closely at the video, he strokes the colors manually. mumbo gets so immersed in the process when drawing these concepts, it feels therapeutic even. I always liked to see the concepts of the other hermit’s bases, that they drew by hand. since my main hobby is drawing, it always brings me closer to people on some other level when I see their drawings. as a big fan of mumbo, I’m so infinitely happy that he started to show this part of the process too. these concepts always add even more to the result, I don’t know how to explain it in words. just more. more sense of life from a story, from a building itself.

mumbo has knowledge and experience, but it's like he's been focusing on other aspects while building on the server before. in season 9, he started moving in a different direction more, and now it has achieved clear visible progress, he’s more actively experimenting and isn’t afraid to take on something that he has never done. now mumbo is even more confidently saying that he’s proud of himself.

this may seem insignificant to an outsider viewer, but

for a man who has been building redstone stuff and solid giant symmetry for several years in a row, it’s mind blowing.

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #bc meowed

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skaybrekker · 2 months ago

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no time to die.

Summary: you are a Resident at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital, one of the most loved ones and unfortunately, you went to the Pittfest. There, after the shooting, you helped a lot of people, even as you had been shot as well and once helps gets there, they take you to the Hospital, where a lot of people are worried about you.

Word count: 8.5k.

Warnings: gun violence, MEDICAL INACCURACIES I'm not a Medic nor a Medic Student everything I wrote was based on GOOGLE, angst, graphic description of bullets wounds, death (reader lives), violence, gore, hurt/comfort, fem!reader. English it's not my mother language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Pairing: the pitt x reader!, no romantic relationship, all of it it's platonic.

“Please tell me that you being here means that my shift just ended.” You didn’t even let Dr. Robby say hi to you before you attacked him with a clear desperation to get the hell out of the ER.

It had been a tiring shift, with almost a broken record of OD’s. It wasn’t just physically exhaustion; it was also mentally tiredness. You had to tell three families about how their teens children had abused drugs so bad to the point where they couldn’t save them. It had been absolutely horrible and an experience you didn’t want to repeat.

Night Shifts had these things that could destroy you mentally if you didn’t know how to manage them. Day Shifts had its things as well, as everything, but between you and your own mind, the Nights had this adrenaline that ER Doctors were addicted to.

Dr. Ellis and Dr. Shen were both great companies, you loved sharing shifts with them. Dr. Shen and you shared this calmness on the ER that was not common in your job but that somehow, described so well your personalities. Dr. Abbott was usually drove mad over your easy behaviour in such stressful situations and you always told him that you had learnt this calmness from the best, aka, Dr. Robby.

You, just like Dr. Mohan, were a R3 Resident, one of the youngest in history; a prodigy it was what you were usually called, even if you didn’t like one bit that word. You liked to say that your brain just worked a bit faster than everyone’s else, that’s it.

As soon as you arrived at this Hospital, you took over everyone’s heart. All the people who worked here loved you, even Dr. Abbott, who was known for having a soft spot for you. After all, how couldn’t he, when you were the best of the best?

Since you were one of the youngest one, most of the Doctors and Nurses in the hospital had taken under their wing as their child, loving to care for you and to watch you become better and better on your job. You would be forever grateful for the family you had gain in the job. They were the most important people for you.

“You aren’t enjoying the pleasure of my company, Dr (Y/N)?” Dr. Abbott grumbled from Dana’s right, smirking and you huffed, while hearing how Dr. Robby let out a loud chuckle.

“My dear Dr. Abbott, your company it’s always a pleasure, but I really want to get the hell out of here.” Dr. Robby, always the serenest and kind one, put his hands in your shoulders, giving you a comforting smile.

“Yes, Dr. (Y/N), the fact that I just arrived means your shift just ended. Go home and relax, for I what I heard, you deserve it.” His words made your tense shoulders relax, and you let a sigh full of relief, while muttering ‘Thank Gods’.

“She won’t do much relaxing today, right dear?” Dana, quite literally the best nurse alive said, smiling playfully at you and you let a smile full of excitement form in your face.

“What?” Dr. Abbott frowned, glancing at you.

“I’m going to the Pittfest! My friend got us some last-minute tickets. Gods, I’m so fucking excited. Today is going to be fun.” You clapped your hands together, shrinking in happiness.

“Well, at least one of us is going to have fun today.” Dr. Langdon appeared out nowhere, winking an eye at you and you sticked you tongue in his direction.

“It’s that jealousy that I hear?” You raised your eyebrows at him, and he quickly laughed, shaking his head.

“Hell no. We will probably have tons of more fun here than in a fucking hippie festival.” It was a comment that probably should be treated in therapy since it might not be normal to have fun in an emergency ER, but this was how you all worked, addicted to the adrenaline of always having something to do.

“Rude.” You answered, lifting your middle finger and Dr. Langdon gasped, putting a hand in his chest and looking at Dr. Robby as if you had just killed somebody in front of him.

“Hostile environment at work. Do something!” You scoffed, but the one replying to him was Princess.

“Dr. Langdon, I’m sorry to be the one breaking the news, but Dr. (Y/N) here is clearly their favourite, they won’t do shit to her.” She said, smirking and that made you laugh loudly.

“So fucking unfair.” You heard how Dr. Langdon mumbled, making you hit him playfully in the arm.

“Alright, alright, I’ve heard enough, I’m getting out of here. Good luck with your shift, Dr. Robby, Dr. Langdon. Don’t miss me too much.” You turned around, finally determined to get out of here.

“We won’t!” You heard how Dr. Langdon replied to you, and you smiled, shaking your head.

You quickly put a hoodie on from your locker and grabbed the backpack you always brought, ready to get out of the hospital. Before you could really leave, though, Dr. Robby took you by the arm and you frowned at him. However, when you glanced at the four people in front of him, you realized that they were the new interns and R2 that had their first shift in this hospital.

“Alright guys, now, I want to present to you to Dr. (Y/N). Sadly, today the night shift got her, but let’s hope next time we are the ones blessed by her presence. She’s the nicest Doctor you will meet here, so, enjoy every case you will work with here.” You blushed a bit, smiling at the high praises from your superior, still not getting used to them and then you looked at the new people.

“Hello everyone! As Robby said, I’m Dr. (Y/N). If you need anything at any moment and we are sharing shifts, just look for me and I will help you. I hope you have a great time today. Good luck, I’m sure you will all do great. Believe me, I’m telling you from experience, you are in really good hands.” You smiled and to your satisfaction, you observed how most of them relaxed at your words, returning the smile. You had always liked having interns around, loving to teach them and to get those glazy looks in their eyes that they get every time they see something amazing.

Out of every Resident, you were the one who was usually follow around by the interns like puppies and Dr. Robby was usually really satisfied with the thing they said about you; it was probably a relief to have at least one Resident who honestly liked to teach.

You said goodbye once again and finally; you move out of the hospital.

Since it was pretty early, once you got home, you quickly throw yourself to bed to have some hours of sleep, setting an alarm for 1PM. You arranged with your friend to meet at your home around 2PM, since it was the closest one to the place where they were doing the festival, already ready to get on the move.

Once you woke up with the alarm, you felt well rested. Gods knew you needed those hours of sleep. After taking a quick warm shower, you started to get ready. Due to the fact that it was a calm festival, you went for some white jeans, a green shirt with some sprangle, a pair of Texans and some simple make up, with green details in the shadow of your eyes.

Since it usually became cold in the night, you decided to take with you an oversized hoodie and just when you were about to prepare a sandwich to eat, you heard how your friend knocked. Smiling, you went to get the door and as soon as you opened it, Alex threw herself at you, a loud pitched scream leaving her mouth. You snorted, catching her and whirling around for some seconds.

“YOU’RE READY?!” She asked (screamed), letting you go and jumping around the house, thing that made you shake your head in fond.

“Yes, just let me finish my sandwich and then we will go.”

A couple of hours later, you and Alex were walking through the festival, going from one scenario to the other one, laughing at some boys who were trying to get to the top of the big letters that formed the name of the festival while security was screaming to them to back down.

One moment, you were laughing with your friend.

A second later, you were falling to the ground, a blinding pain hitting your leg, while shots were fired everywhere.

For a moment, it was as everything was in slow motion. You blinked, harsh breaths leaving your mouth and a weird ringing sound beating your ears. Then, finally, reality washed your mind.

There was a shooter in the festival.

You were shoot.

Shit, shit, holy mother of Gods.

Panic filled your veins, your chest constricting at the honest fear. You could see people in throwing themselves to the ground, people falling down after being shoot, and you looked at your right, where Alex was and to your relief, you saw that she was also in the ground, but clearly unharmed. She was screaming your name, but you could barely hear it.

Then, you finally reacted.

“ALEX, WE HAVE TO LOOK FOR COVER!” You screamed, looking around frantically and the closest thing you had was a big can of trash. You pointed your finger at it and Alex quickly nodded, both of you starting to crawl. Once you were covered, you sat with your back against the trash ban, asserting your own wound.

The bulled had hit you in the right thigh. Since you couldn’t feel a hole in the other side, it meant that the bullet was still inside. Blood was quickly spitting out and you knew you had to act fast before the bleeding made you pass out or worse, go into shock. You had been applying pressure since you had sat dow but it was clearly not working, so, you needed another plan. The next step was quite obvious; you had to apply a tourniquet in yourself.

“Alex, I need you to apply pressure in the wound for some seconds.” You told your friend, who immediately nodded and put her hands in your wound. A blinding pain roamed through your body at the feeling of somebody touching your injury making you whimper, but you breathed in and out for some seconds and told yourself to suck it up.

The only thing you had on hand that might work was your shirt, so, you took it out, staying only with your sporty top. You ripped it into sheets, shaping it into some kind of strip and as quick as you could, you put it around the high part of your thigh, obviously below the hips but about two from three inches above the GSW. You knotted the shirt, and you breathed out, preparing yourself for the amount of pain you were about to feel.

It was alright, you could do it. Come on.

You tightened the knot and the scream that left your mouth was guttural. You felt how your eyes fluttered, the amount of pain you were in making you rave, however, you stubbornly forced yourself to stay awake, tightening the shirt even more with your shaky hands. Once you let go, you back fell into the bin since you didn’t have the strength to support your own weight anymore.

“(Y/N)?!” You heard how Alex screamed, and she took you by the cheeks, making you see the panic state she was in.

Your heart was trumping loudly against your chest, tears rounding around your eyes. The pain was unbearable, as if something was constantly sticking a knife through your thigh and you throwed your head back, almost whitening out. You wanted it to stop, stop, stop, but the pain kept going and going. God.

“Did the bleeding stop?” You muttered weakly, blinking at your friend and she froze for some seconds until she reacted, jerking her head around to watch your wound. To your pure relief, she looked back at you and nodded. “Good, good, then I will be fine, Alex. Don’t worry.”

Alex was shaking, kneeling and not knowing what to do, since she was a Graphic Designer, not a fucking Doctor or anything like it. Looking at you being in such a pain probably wasn’t easy either, so, you tried to suck it up as much as you could, wiping the tears with your shaking hands.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You whispered, your voice fragile. Alex’s look stuck frozen on you, as if she couldn’t believe you were telling her you were fine after being fucking shoot. But it could be worse, alright? You had seen worst cases in the ER than this one. You were going to be just fine.

The good thing was that shoots stopped. For a moment, the whole place stayed silent and then, another hell started.

Screams full of sorrow, of pain, of anger and you knew in that moment that you needed to start to help immediately.

Alex must have guessed by your determinate expression.

“No, no, you don’t. You will stay exactly here until help arrives.” But as she was ordering you, you were already starting to get up with the help of the bin. You knew that with a bullet wound in the leg, the last thing a Doctor would recommend was to start to walk around, but fuck that. You could feel the adrenaline already kicking in, thing that was going to help to maintain your pain at check.

“Help won’t arrive until at least ten minutes. I have the power to save lives right now, Alex. You can’t stop me.” You replied, clenching your jaw at the pain roaming through your light leg, having to grab yourself from the trash bin to not fall down again. Alex also got up and looked around, grabbing her own hair, tears falling on her cheeks. Yet, a moment later, she glanced at you and nodded.

“Alright, alright.” She passed an arm below yours to help you walk and once they gave a couple of steps, your breath hitched.

Saying that it was a mess wouldn’t even begin to cover it. People running around, bleeding out in the ground, some trying to do CPR on others. You breathe in and out a couple of times, closing your eyes for a moment to fully focus. You could do this. You were a Resident, the best Resident. You would usually kick assess in the ER, this couldn’t be any difference. Once you opened them back, you started to try to help.

“EVERYONE LISTEN UP!” To your own surprise (and relief) almost everyone shut up, glancing at you. Well, it seemed that after all, Dr. Abbott was right, your voice was truly strong when you wanted. “I’M A DOCTOR, SO I WILL DO MY BEST TO HELP YOU ALL. HOWEVER, I’VE ALSO BEEN SHOT, SO BEAR WITH ME.” The blinding pain in your leg intensified at that moment and your legs trembled. Alex caught you, though, and you let out a long breath before keep going, ignoring your friend’s eyes full of concern.

“I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY. WHEN I GO TO HELP YOU, AFTER ASSESING THE DAMEGE, I WILL ASSIGN YOU A COLOR. ONCE THE HELP GETS HERE, YOU WILL TELL THEM THAT DOCTOR (Y/N) ASSIGNED YOU SAID COLOR. IF WHOEVER YOU ARE HERE WITH GOT SHOT, KEEP PUTTING PREASURE IN THE WOUND AND NEVER STOP. DO NOT, UNDER ANY FUCKING CIRCUNSANCE, GET THE BULLET OUT. FOCUS ON THEM, NOT ON YOUR PANIC.” She didn’t have much else to say, so, she quickly started to walk with Alex’s help to the closest person she had. It was a young man, probably mid-twenties. Blood was spilling out of his stomach and the girl trying to help him wasn’t being capable of stopping the bleeding.

Gun wounds in the stomach were the ones with the highest mortality rate, so this was not the best case to start with. But fuck it.

“Is the bullet inside of him?” You asked the girl in the calmest tone possible, kneeling beside her. When the pain in your leg blinded you for a moment, making you see black spots, you realized that it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but you kept your own hurt in the back of your mind.

“Yes, yes, but I-I can’t stop the bleeding, oh Gods.” You checked for a pulse and thankfully, you found it, thing that meant that he still wasn’t a black and white case. It was a penetration wound, with no exit and in the low abdomen. His airway was good, thing that meant that nothing outside of his abdominal structure was hit. He didn’t have a tender belly. The most important thing at the moment was to stop the bleeding, thing that the girl was already trying to do.

“Listen to me, I know this is hard, but I need you to keep applying pressure with all your strength. Take off your shirt and use it, it might be better than your own hands. You’re doing amazing, keep it like that. Once help gets here, scream to them that you have a Red Case. They will understand it. If you see that his chest stops raising, you scream for me.” The girl nodded, taking off her shirt and quickly going back to apply pressure with it. You got up with Alex’s help and went to the next victim.

It was a woman in her late forties, with her probably daughter kneeling beside her. She was putting pressure in her right arm, where you could see how the bleeding was still going on. Goddamn it, what was today with bleedings not stopping?

You throwed herself at her side, knowing that as the bleeding wasn’t stopping, you were going to have to apply the second tourniquet of the day. You glanced around and you noticed, thank God, that Alex was wearing a belt.

“GIVE ME YOUR BELT!” You yelled and immediately, Alex took it out, her hands shaking as she handled it to you. Once you grabbed it, you put yourself at the side of the woman, the daughter glancing at you with her eyes full of panic. “Alright, kid, listen to me, I will have to apply a tourniquet to your mum. It will hurt, a lot, so I’m really sorry that you have to see and hear this. Once I tell you, you have to stop applying pleasure. Clear?” The girl nodded and you didn’t lose any time, knowing that seconds were gold at the moment.

In a quick movement, you broke the shirt that the woman was wearing, completely exposing the wound. Leaving about three inches between the injury and the belt, you put it around the arm.

“Ma’am, my name is Doctor (Y/N). I’m about to put a torniquet in your arm. It’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I need you to be strong for me so we can stop this bleeding. Do you understand me?” You kept your voice controlled as much as you could, needing to transmit security and calmness. The mother blinked at you, but thankfully, then she nodded.

You didn’t lose any more seconds and as fast as you could, you tightened the belt in her arm with all the strength you had. The woman let out a scream full of pain, her entire body shaking, but you ignore it, tightening the belt even more. The daughter was now sobbing, but fortunately, some seconds later, the bleeding stopped. You let out a breath full of relief and you glanced at Alex.

“What time is it?!” Your friend blinked at you, probably not understanding why you were asking that, but she took out her phone and told you the time. “Okey, kid, the bleeding stop, that’s good. When help gets here, tell them that you have a pink case and that a torniquet was applied to your mother at 6:15PM.” You didn’t let the girl answer you, getting up and going to the next victim, even as dizziness was filling your own brain.

It was an older man, blood spelling out of his head, thing that never meant anything fucking good. He was sitting with his back supported by a woman, who clearly didn’t know what to do and was probably in shock.

“Ma’am, its okay, I’m here to help.” The woman glanced at you, her eyes shining with tears and you tried to give her the most comforting smile you could muster. “Could you tell me what happened to him?” You asked, noticing how the man had passed out, another bad signal. You opened his eyes, noticing the blown pupils. Shit.

“W-we ran, as soon as the shooter started, we just ran, but it was such a mess I-I, he, Robert crashed into somebody and they were running so fast, he fell to the ground and his head started to bleed.” You nodded, rubbing your face with your hands before speaking again.

“Okey, okey, listen to me, we need to stabilize him in case he has a spinal injury. I can see that the bleeding stopped, thing that’s good. I need you to place your hands on both sides of his head. Keep the head in line with the spine and prevent movement. When the paramedics arrive, scream that you have a Red Case that includes a head injury and possible a spinal one.” The woman nodded and you quickly helped to put her hands when they needed to be, putting her in the most comfortable position so none of her extremities would numb before help gets here. Then, however, you noticed that the woman was also bleeding. Her entire arm was a mess of pure blood.

“Ma’am, is the blood in the arm yours?” You asked, moving around to get close to her and examinate the wound. She shakily nodded her head.

“Y-yes, somebody cut it with their shoes. It doesn’t hurt much, though.” You let a silent sigh, knowing that they were other victims worst that needed your help and that you couldn’t stay here to help her.

“Alright, then also tell them that you are a yellow case, yes?”

She couldn’t answer you because before she could say anything else, some loud shouting interrupted her.

“HELP! I NEED HELP!” Well, that was definitely your signal. You nodded at Alex, and she helped you to get up, starting to walk as fast as you could to the woman screaming for help. She was in clear panic, grabbing her head and sobbing loudly.

“MA’AM! I need you to calm down and tell me why you need help.” You yelled at her once you got closer and she just managed to grab you by the arm and drag you some meters away, where a child was lying in the floor, his chest immobile. Fucking shit, shit, shit.

In a quick movement, you fell to the floor, kneeling at his side and immediately started CPR, your movements steady even as you could feel how the pain in your leg was consuming your entire body. You heard how Alex asked the woman where he was hurt, a question that you were also wondering. However, once glance at his leg told you exactly what this was.

He was shot in the leg, and he had probably lost way too much blood, causing him to go into hypovolemic shock, thing that meant that his heart was getting enough blood to function.

Two minutes later, when you were about to give up, the boy finally arched his back and let out a long breath. You heard how the mother screamed, but you did your best to ignore the noise, focusing on now the leg injury. It kept bleeding, thing that wasn’t good news. You had to act quickly before he went into shock again.

“I NEED ANOTHER BELT!” You screamed at Alex, who in a minute or two returned with one. God bless her. “What’s his name?!” You asked the woman, moving yourself to position at side of the leg, where you were about to apply another tourniquet.

“MAX!” You heard how she screamed back, and you straightened, looking at the boy in the eyes who was already looking at you.

“Hi Max. My name is Doctor (Y/N) and I’m here to help you. I’m about to do something to stop your bleeding, but it’s going to hurt and a lot. However, it might be the thing that saves your life, so I need you to be strong for me and to withstand the pain. Hold your mama’s hand as strong as you need to, yes?” The kid, some seconds later, gave you a weak nod and the woman took his hands into hers. Once again, wanting to act fast, you put the belt around his leg, maintaining the needed distance and then you tightened it. The scream that left the kid’s mouth threatened to break your heart, but you kept your feelings at bay and tightened the belt as much as you could.

Your breathing had grown ragged due to the exhaustion you were already feeling, but to you focused on praying to every God known in history and to your relief, the bleeding stopped a minute later.

“OH GOD, THANK YOU!” The woman was full sobbing, hugging her son as if her life depended on it and honestly, you didn’t have the enough energy to smile, so, you just accepted Alex’s help to get up.

“Ma’am, I will need you to give your son your jacket and every piece of clothing you might find. Warm is going to help to not worsen the shock. Keep him awake and talking. When the paramedics get here, tell them that you have a Red Case and that a tourniquet was applied to your son at 6:21PM.”

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“There’s an active shooter at Pittfest.” Dr. Robby didn’t know that his world could crumble with such few words. He froze and then moved his head from side to side, blinking, as if he couldn’t believe what she had just said.

“Jake and his girlfriend are there.” Then, as he thought it couldn’t get worse, today’s morning encounter with Dr. (Y/N) played in his mind, the bill raising in his throat at the reminder of what you had said earlier. “And Dr. (Y/N) is also there.”

Shit, shit, shit. How the hell was he going to get his crew to focus when such an important person to the entire hospital could be hurt or, even worse, already dead? How was he even going to focus when two of the most valuable people in his life were in such danger?

He knew, as soon as he said the words Pittfest, everything would go to shit.

He wasn’t mistaken.

“Mass casualty at Pittfest.” For a moment, the entire hospital went silent, everyone stopping everything their were doing. The first one to react was Dr. McKay.

“Pittfest? Didn’t Dr. (Y/N) said she was going there?” Dr. Robby rubbed his face, but didn’t say anything else, knowing that nothing he could say could calm down an entire crow of nurses and Doctors worried for you. Some people gasped, others just took their hands and covered their mouths with it. He clenched his jaw but forced himself to react and to give a small speech to get everyone in the move again. Thankfully, they did and when he turned around, he saw Dr. Abbott entering the hospital, thing that made his entire body fill with relief.

“Brother, I’m so fucking glad to see you.” Without being to avoid it, he gave him a small hug and Dr. Abbott clasped his back, but he felt how his entire body was tense.

“You know who’s there, right?” He whispered, pulling back but staying close enough. Robby sighed but nodded, biting his lip.

“I don’t know what we will do if she gets here injured.”

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When the ambulance started to arrive, you had helped countless people. You had lost count a long time ago, but you had applied about six tourniquets, two CPR performed with successful resuscitating, one dislocated shoulder fixed and a many stopped bleedings. You had lost only one man, who had been shot three times. You tried truly your best, but you couldn’t do shit without equipment.

You could feel how the wound was starting to bleed once again and how dizzy you had become. Alex was trying to stop you from going to help another man, telling you that you should sit down, when one paramedic took you by the shoulders.

It was Mark, a paramedic who would frequent your hospital. He was about Dr. Robby’s age, and he was the one you would always joke around because he looked so much like Pedro Pascal.

“DR. (Y/N)?!” You blinked a couple of times at him, processing the fact that he was in front of you and then you nodded.

“Mark, hey, yes, it’s me. Have you already taken all the Reds?”

“Yes, yes, we did and now we have to take you, Doctor. That leg wound looks nasty.” Almost immediately, she shook her head. “No, no, do not waste places for me, I’m sure there is people worse than me. Please, Mark.” But the man didn’t budge.

“(Y/N), Robby would literally have my head if he found out I didn’t take you with me as soon as I saw you. And don’t even get me started with Abbott. Please come with me, I’m begging you.”

“(Y/N), please.” Alex also said, some tears in her eyes and you bit your lip, but finally nodded. With the paramedics here, you weren’t going to make such difference and the pain on your leg was fucking killing you. As the pain started to catch up on you, your knees buckled and if it wasn’t for Mark, you would have fell straight to the ground.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Mark took you into his arms, running to the parking lot since probably the ambulances were full. You could barely think, the pain almost numbing also your brain, think that probably didn’t mean anything good. You observed how he looked around. “YOU! IN THE TRUCK! You have space for two?!”

A male voice yelled back yes to him, that he had in the backseat and Mark quickly put her there, indicating to Alex to put pressure in the wound as it was starting to bleed out. You think that he told you something like stay alive, but you weren’t really sure. The car started and something that you could tell was that the man was driving fast.

Around five minutes later, while you were resisting the tiredness trying to dominate you, somebody hit the glass of the back of the truck and you turned your face around, seeing how a young boy with his widened eyes was screaming that somebody had stopped breathing. You blinked a couple of times and then adrenaline took over.

“STOP THE TRUCK!” Getting strength from God knows from, you screamed and the man driving immediately stopped. You throw your leg back to the floor, letting out a howl full of pain as you opened the door and got out of the truck, hearing how Alex was screaming at you to keep still.

Well, not for nothing they said that Doctors were the worst patients, right?

Helping yourself with the truck, going as fast as you could, you finally made it to the back. Understanding that you were also wounded, the young boy popped the truck open and helped you to get on, lifting your entire weight. You passed a death body, a woman shot in the arm and finally got to the man the boy was screaming about.

“GO TO THE BACKSEAT AND TELL HIM TO MOVE!” You ordered, putting yourself on top of the man starting comprehensions. The truck started once again, and you felt your exhaustion creeping and you sensed how a sob threatened to get out of your mouth. However, you shallowed it and focused on the man.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but the next time the truck stopped, the hospital where you worked came in view and Gods, you had never felt such relief in your entire life. Dr. Robby was the one who popped open the truck.

You didn’t let him say anything.

“Man in his last thirties, down for about five to ten minutes, GSW to the middle abdomen.” You said, almost robotically, and Dr. Shen took over, also glancing at you for a moment. You couldn’t say anything else because as soon as you saw how the man was being taken care of, you fell into the truck due to the pure exhaustion, shallow breaths leaving you. Your vision became blurry, and half of your body was trembling, while the pain in the leg became even worse.

“NO! (Y/N)!” Robby screamed, moving the other three people out of the way and giving them to another Doctor to get to you. He grabbed your face, looking for your eyes and you gave him a weak smile. You had never seen him in such a panic state, he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. It made you a bit sick. You, for obvious reasons, hadn’t had the time to think about everyone’s reaction in the Hospital once you arrived.

“Hi, Robby. Believe me, this wasn’t my idea for my free day.” He shook his head, and you could see how concerned he was. He quickly asserted your leg and the expression he did was a bit worrying.

“I NEED A GOURNEY!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, moving you, but you immediately jerked your head.

“No, no, do not waste a bed in me Robby I swear to God, I’M FINE!”

“YOU’RE NOT FINE, (Y/N)!” You heard Dr. Shen scream, thing that was actually weird since you couldn’t remember many times on which you had heard him raise his voice like this.

Robby completely ignored you, taking you into his arms and putting you in one of the gurneys, starting to move as fast as he could. Two nurses appeared on each side, one of them being Dana. “Oh, hey Dana. How’s my favorite nurse?” You asked, feeling yourself fall into a completely delirious state due to the pain and you heard how she let out a wet chuckle.

“We were so worried, sweetheart.” When you entered the ER, every single head turned around and once again, everybody froze, the vision of seeing such a good and strong Doctor bleeding out from her leg probably shocking them. Screams started to be heard, some of them asking if it was really you, others wondering what had happened. In the blink of an eye, Dr. Abbott appeared, putting himself on the other side of Robby.

“Hello, Dr. Abbott. I missed you pleasure of your company.” You words were blurred since you could barely focus on anything else that wasn’t your own pain. You noticed how they put you in one of the rooms, the place quickly became a mess of people getting out and in. When they moved you to the table, you cried in pain, the adrenaline rubbing off and the pain going up.

“PUSH SOME MORPHINE IN!” Dr. Robby screamed, tearing your pants apart and you observed how blood started to get out of the wound, probably meaning that the bullet had moved and tear an artery or vein. “WHEN DID YOU APPLY THE TOURNIQUET?!” He screamed, glancing at you and you didn’t understand the question, only being able to look at your own leg.

“Oh God. Am I going to lose my leg?” You asked, totally forgetting that you were a Doctor. Then, you glanced at Dr. Abbott. “Does that mean I can start to say that I’m your daughter? You know, we would be the duo father-daughter-with-one-leg-less.” You laughed at your own joke, until they grabbed your leg, and you screamed out of pure pain.

“(Y/N) for fucks sake, answer his question. Why the hell isn’t the morphine kicking in?!” Now that you have noticed, Dr. Abbott, just like Robby, looked sick. His features were tight, but there was a slight shaking that told you he was definitely more than concerned. Probably angry too, looking at his eyebrows furrowed. You had never heard him scream in such a desperate tone, always the one in control of his emotions, especially in the ER.

“Around 6:10? I don’t know.” You finally replied.

“Oh God, is that (Y/N)?!” You heard a female voice, probably Dr. McKay, shout, but you couldn’t pay attention, everything already becoming too hazy, probably due to the morphine.

“Will I stop being your favorite if I indeed lose my leg?” You asked Dr. Abbott and Dr. Robby with a weak voice, tilting softly your head to the side and smiling at them. You heard how, to your surprise, Robby let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think there is anything you can do to stop being our favorite, (Y/N).” Robby replied and a second later, he screamed for people to bring him more pads and those words made your smile bigger.

“Oh, so you admit it! I’m your favorite.” You felt giddy and weirdly satisfied. You had always heard the nurses and other Doctors saying it, but they had never said it out loud, probably avoid creating a problem playing favorites.

“Anyone who pays attention for two fucking seconds can guess who our favorite is, kid.” Dr. Abbott mumbled and those were the last words you heard before darkness took over.

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Feeling your entire body heavy, you began to slowly wake up, blinking and trying to get use to the room where you were. It took some seconds for you to recognize that it was a hospital room and a moment later, all the memories from the festival came back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned your head to your right, where the voice was coming from and you quickly recognized that Dana was the one talking to you. A small smile formed in your face.

“Hey Dana.” Your voice was weak, barely a whisper and after hearing you, she brought to you a glass of water that you immediately drank in one setting. Gods, you didn’t realize you were this thirsty.

“Hi, kid. You don’t know how glad I’m to see you awake. Wait a minute, I will bring Robby and Abbott.” She squeezed your hands once and got up, leaving, thing that made you feel weirdly uneasy. You didn’t want to be alone, the memories of the shooting too fucking fresh. Yes, you were an Emergency Medic, but it didn’t make it easier. Not knowing what had happened to all of them made it worse.

Thankfully, Dana didn’t lie about the minute, because you didn’t even have the time to process that she was back with the two Doctors at her back. Once they saw you awake, Dr. Robby thrown himself in the closest chair, rubbing his face harshly with one of his hands, probably feeling the stress leaving his body. Dr. Abbott didn’t sit down, he just walked to one of your sides and took you by the wrist, unconsciously feeling your pulse. Once he did, he blindly grabbed a chair and sat down exactly where he was.

“(Y/N), how are you feeling? Any dizziness, pain, discomfort?” He asked, all professional, because you at the moment were a fucking patience. You hated it, but remembering how worried they were, you answered the questions.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache, but I think it’s because the memories came back way too fast.” They both let out a sigh full of relief at this. Yet, you didn’t stay quiet for long. “Am I losing my leg?” You asked, your voice shaking a bit and your heart tightened with fear. You hadn’t even begun to think about how your life would change it that was a case, and Gods knew you were horrible with changes, this would throw your life out of balance for a long time.

To your relief, though, Dr. Abbott quickly shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), don’t worry, you won’t lose your leg. The injury, thankfully, wasn’t that bad. You lost a lot of blood, and we had to do surgery to get the bullet out, but there isn’t permanent damage. The recovery will take time, I won’t lie to you, but you will be fine.” Your tense shoulders relaxed, feeling how the tension you were feeling practically since you were shot left your body. You felt like you were about to cry, thing that was horrifying because you despised crying publicly, but God, you had been under so much stress and pressure you hadn’t even realize it had gotten this bad.

“Thank you.” You whispered, gulping, trying to easy down the know in your throat and both Doctors smiled at you. Before they could say anything else, though, Dr. McKay, Dr. Shen and Dr. Ellis rushed in, both of them smiling at the sight of you awake and fine. “Hey girls and Shen. Missed me?” Dr. McKay let out a chuckle, coming closer and grabbing one of your hands, smiling at you.

“It’s really good to see you alright, kid.” Said, her voice trembling a bit and you smiled, nodding. Dr. Ellis peeked from Dr. McKay’s back.

“Yes, you have no clue how good it really is, (Y/N). We were worried sick.”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake, never do that shit again.” Dr. Shen also spoke, his usually calmness behavior clearly gone, replaced by a man who had been clearly under tons of stress over the last hours.

After that, all three of them stayed in the back of the room, probably needing some more time to process the fact that you were truly okey.

“(Y/N), do you have any idea how many people you saved out there?” Dr. Robby started to talk, looking straight at you, his voice soft and you gulped but shook your head.

“No, not really. I lost count at the third tourniquet I did.” You grimaced, knowing that wasn’t a positive thing. Staying aware of the patients you had assisted was one of the most important things in such a rush place like the ER, but God, some images were so blurry. If they left you some time, you could probably write a full report about every single person you had helped, but right now, thinking that much was not easy.

“You helped about twenty-five people, (Y/N). Twenty-five whiles being injured from a bullet wound. Have you got any idea how crazy that is?” You quickly blushed, biting your lips.

“I didn’t realize they were that many. I was just functioning on a high level of adrenaline.” Dr. Robby got up and walked closer to you, a proud smile on his face.

“Most of them wouldn’t have made it without you helping them first, kid. You did an amazing job out there. To say that I’m damn proud wouldn’t even begun to cover it.” You let yourself smile, blinking some tears away. Damn, you were too sensitive today.

“Thanks, Robby.” You softly replied and then, Dr. Abbott spoke.

“We will talk later about the fact that you were running around with such injury in your thigh knowing how dangerous that is, but Robby is right, kid. You were the best of us. You reacted fast, assessed every situation with a perfect precision and even calmed down the people that were with the injured ones. You should be as proud of yourself as we feel.” Alright, with those words, without being to avoid it, a tear left you left eye. You didn’t know how bad you needed them to tell you this, to validate the horrible things you had to do. And it wasn’t normal to hear Dr. Abbott throw this many praises, you will definitely remember those words forever.

“Did all the Reds made it? There was this white guy with a bullet in his stomach and this kid I applied CPR to. Are they alright?” You couldn’t help yourself. After all, how could you? They were your patients first.

“Yes, (Y/N), every single patient that made it here with a color already assigned are alright. You saved me a lot of time doing that, kid. Seriously. Some of them are already awake and asking for you.” Dr. Shen replied this time, smiling at you and you let out a loud sigh, fully relaxing for the first time in the entire fucking day.

“We told you, you did a perfect job. None could have done it better than you. That’s why you are the damn fucking best.” Dana told you, putting a hand in your face and caressing it softly and you leaned into her touch, needing this type of comfort after going through that horrible experience.

Then, you realized that this was the first day of those interns you had met earlier, and you gasped.

“Oh God, are the interns alright? Mass casualties in your first day can’t be fucking easy, poor kids.” Dr. Ellis snorted, shaking her head.

“Of course you are worried about them.” You grimaced. Yeah, you couldn’t help yourself with the usual concern you felt towards practically everybody, even some interns you had barely met a few hours ago.

“Yes, kid, they are alright. A bit shaken up, but they truly did great. Took me by surprise, actually.” Dr. Robby replied, sighing and you smirked.

“How do you always get the best ones? Do you have some kind of contract we don’t know about?” Laughs were heard around the room, thing that was truly great after such a hard day.

“You have no idea how much we missed today, (Y/N).” Dr. Robby said and you batted a hand in his direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now and I won’t be leaving any time soon.” Then, you noticed that there was one person missing. “Hey, where’s Dr. Langdon? I want to see that asshole face.” You practically felt how a weird tension lifted in the room at your innocent question, and you frowned. What had you lost here?

“He had to leave early family emergency. We will tell him that you are well and asking about him, don’t worry.” Dr. Robby reply was bear and you pouted but didn’t ask further, wanting this tension to go away.

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Two days later, you were still in the hospital. You were getting better; tomorrow, you started the long path of being able to walk normally again. It wasn’t going to be pretty and since you were a pretty impatient person, it would probably be even worse for you, but you were determined. You needed to get back to your feet to get back to your job, the thing you loved the most in life.

Dr. King had been assigned to you, the new R2 and even if you had met her two days ago, she had already become one of your favorite people in the entire hospital. She was one of the few that didn’t treat you like you were broken, and you liked her bluntness.

Right now, you were playing some cards game called go fish, since she told you she needed a break after treating a loud lady who screamed way too many times at her. You were glad she came here, feeling good at the fact that she found the room you were safe. Nevertheless, once you were a couple of minutes in the game, somebody knocked the door. You turned your head around and saw Dr. Robby at the door.

“Hey there, Dr. Robby.” You said, dedicating him a soft smile and he nodded. You noticed though, how behind him, there were some people waiting to enter the room and you frowned, glancing at him, confused.

“So, (Y/N), there are some people here that want to meet you. Can they come in?” You finally realized where this was going, and you suddenly got nervous. You never did well when patients thanked you, feeling like you were just doing your job, but you also knew that they probably needed this as some kind of closure, so, you nodded. Then, you glanced at Dr. King and leaned in her direction.

“Hey, I think things might also get a bit loud here. Nothing too bad, but I don’t want to overwhelm you further.” The woman glanced at the door, widening her eyes probably seeing the amount of people out there and she blinked a couple of times before nodding.

“Okey, um, I will see you later, Dr. (Y/N)” She got up and awkwardly said goodbye with one of her hands, thing that made you smile.

“Bye, Dr. King. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do out here!” You replied, lifting your thumbs up and the other woman turned around, frowning and tilting her face.

“There are many things you can do out there that I legally can’t do, Dr. (Y/N), like…” Then she quiet down and smiled, shaking her head. “It was another joke, right?” She asked and you winked an eye in her direction. She chuckled but left the room, saying a last goodbye.

Robby looked at you and then at the direction where Dr. King had left.

“You haven’t known her for two days and you already adopted her?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and you lifted your shoulders.

“What can I say? I really like her, Robby. I will bribe some nurses to get her in my shifts.” He fondly shook his head, but then, he sighed and pointed at the door.

“Well, Dr. (Y/N), I have here some of the people you saved. They wanted to meet you, so, here they are.” After he finished talking, people started to fly in, and you lost count after the ninth person entered. You knew all of them, though. Some of them were victims you had helped, others family that were in the scene. The image of all of them together made you a bit shaky, but it also made you feel warm. You had saved a lot of their lives.

“Hi, Dr. (YN), I’m Marie Bush. My mom is Olive Bush. You saved her life with the tourniquet in her arm, the doctors told me she wouldn’t have made it without it. I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am.” The daughter you remembered pretty well started. She was white, brunette and had some pretty blue eyes. She had walked closer and had stretched her hand in your direction, but froze, not really knowing what to do. You smiled at her and took her hand into yours, squeezing softly.

“Hello Marie. You already know, but I’m Dr. (Y/N). You can just call me Y/N, though. I’m really glad to hear that your mother is alright. Send her my regards.” And just like the young woman, all of them have their thanks to you. You spent your whole day hearing names, learning personal stories and feeling so much greatness towards you it was overwhelming. You had saved people with children, people with perfect lives and amazing careers.

You haven’t felt this proud about yourself in a long time.

#the pitt #the pitt x reader #the pitt x you #dr robinavitch #michael robinavitch #the pitt hbo #dr abbott #female reader

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wiptw · 11 months ago

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Pokémon Stadium Series

Nintendo 64 - Nintendo - 2000 to 2001

You as a Pokémon fan are absolutely fucking spoiled these days. Aside from the mainline games you have spinoffs and fangames offering different experiences, you have entire websites dedicated to documenting everything down to the internal maths of the series, there's no end to the free content you can access with an internet connection between emulators and battle sites like 'Showdown!', and it's now socially acceptable in most circles to be older than 13 and have something with Pikachu's face plastered on it (especially if you're female presenting, especially if your friend group is also infected with the Pokémon hype). Back in my day™ you had almost none of this. You had the anime on Saturday mornings, you had the early run Pokémon licensed merch which WOULD get you called a baby if you continued buying past 10-12, and you had the games. Those sweet, sweet games that indoctrinated a generation of young people into being gamers and awoke a horde of JRPG addicts.

Literally Me

So remember this when I tell you that Pokémon Stadium, both one and two, aren't great games because they do something back then that you can't get today; they're great for what they did back then. So Pokemon Stadium 1&2 were a duology of games from 2000 and 2001 respectively that allowed players to battle Pokemon in 3D, with the addition of some side content such as minigames included to prevent the game from being 100% Pokemon battles. Because otherwise, the game is in fact navigating a series of menus and completing Pokémon battles with 3D models.

Whether it's taking on the gym gauntlets, the marathon of battles in the Pokémon cups, or just free battles with friends and loved ones, 98% of the experience is either selecting Pokémon from a roster of pre-built 'rentals' or transferring them from a saved game using the Transfer Pak, then fighting them in a series of 3D environments. An experience which you can definitely do today using web apps but as I said earlier, we didn't have that.

The peak of Pokémon battles in 2000

So if you're buying Pokémon Stadium (either version really) you're already probably a Pokémon fan right? So that means you have Red/Blue/Yellow/Gold/Silver/Crystal, so why not just play that game and get the full experience? The fun of exploring, talking to NPCs, discovering new and exotic locations? Simple, because in those games battles looked like this

While in Stadium, battles looked like this

If you grew up watching the anime while playing the Gameboy games, there was this special kind of dissonance where you might find yourself saying "Yeah, (for the time) these graphics are RADICAL but I wish I had something closer to these cool Pokémon Battles they had in the anime." As you hide under the covers with your Gameboy Color worm light, nestled in your Ash Ketchum pajamas while you attempt for the 100th time to capture a ditto. Pokémon Stadium was the answer to this dissonance, providing you with vibrant 3D graphics unlike anything you'd ever seen before; bringing Pokémon to life in a way that would be unmatched until Colosseum came out during the Gamecube era.

So, to actual mechanics, you play both games pretty similarly; by building a team of Pokémon (either on your handheld or by using the rental mons the game provides) and take part in a series of battles to become the ultimate battle master. To use your own Pokémon, you'd need to use the aforementioned 'Transfer Pak' to plug in a copy of Red/Blue/Yellow (for 1) or Gold/Silver/Crystal (for 2) with a game saved to the cartridge; otherwise the rental Pokémon covered all released Pokémon (except for some hidden ones) allowing you to build your dream team, sans a few caveats here and there.

Evolved Pokémon have better stats but worse moves, while weaker Pokémon tend to have better moves to compensate

In terms of WHERE you can battle, there's two choices: Either in the Gym Leader Castle, or the Tournaments held in the center of the map on either game. Either way, the game will then have you battle through a series of 3v3 matches versus a set number of trainers who will also select 3 random mons from their full team of six.

A bit bare bones, but there's some spice to how things are run. For one, the rental system was a huge thing for us younger players back in the day. Even if you had the games some Pokémon were hard to catch, had evolution requirements some players couldn't complete (like the trade-mons), or were locked to a version you didn't have. The rental mons give you a list of every Pokémon (some exceptions, but not many) and then lets you build your dream team. Sure, you can't set their moves, EVs, IVs, and it's the era before abilities and natures but I CAN HAVE A MEOWTH/PERSIAN ON MY TEAM. Do you know what I had to do as a child to have this Pokémon outside of Stadium? I had to find someone in the American South who also enjoyed Pokémon, hoped they had Blue instead of Red, hoped they had a link cable, then get them to agree to a trade despite both of us being children (and therefore, objectively terrible) which likely meant giving away a rare Pokémon in exchange for what amounted to common garbage in their game because it was Version fucking Exclusivity™ and everyone seemed to know that meant you'd do anything to get that one fucking Pokémon you wanted.

In the handheld games, if you wanted to build your dream team then likely you'd have to put in some more effort than other games of the time would've required of you. With Stadium, your dreams come true, and if you already have that dream team you can just import them to fight in glorious 3D. Circumventing the fact that rental Pokémon are kinda terrible overall.

Don't feel like building? The challenge cup mode that gives you randomized team comps that has it's own charm (for masochists)

Not to say all of them were bad but construct a normal distribution of 'Good' to 'Bad' picks then that graph is gonna skew left so hard you'd be forgiven for thinking it was just a straight line. To keep every choice 'viable' Pokémon rentals were balanced around stats and moves. More powerful evolved Pokémon and Pokémon with high Base Stat Totals (BST) were given weaker moves and first form and low BST Pokémon were given generally better moves. Charizard might have better stats than Charmeleon and Charmander but his only fire type move is going to be something like Fire Spin. Conversely, Charmander might have Fire Blast but his stats are gonna make him an easy target for the computer's pokemon, which are not bound to the same builds as the rental mons you're using.

Once your team is assembled, then you're off to battle trainer after trainer after trainer with beautifully scored (for the Nintendo 64) soundtracks giving you an unearned sense of importance every step of the way. Battles themselves are conducted with a weird, but functional control layout where A and B access sub menus you then check with the R button before finalizing with the c-buttons, which on original hardware or a USB N64 controller is fine but on emulation with a more modern controller like Logitech, can be a little nerve wracking as you worry about whether your 'up' input on the control stick was up enough for the game or if you accidentally drifted right or left using an unintended move.

fun fact: the name of imported Pokémon affects their coloration in Stadium

Battles are also largely regulated by (at the time) tournament standard rules. Little and Pokecup have level restrictions, and all three non-random cups include clauses for sleep, held items, and repeat Pokémon. Additionally, in any cup if you win the round with all 3 Pokémon still in tact, you're granted a continue; meaning you can retry the battle if you lose. Additionally, there is no 'draw' outcome in these games. Use a move like Explosion or Selfdestruct and the game will register it as your loss on your final Pokémon, regardless of whether you took down the opposing fighter with you or not.

You'll be doing a LOT of back-to-back fights here against trainers with varied team comps, but even with over 246 Pokémon in the available potential lineup you'll get tired fast of fighting. This is, however, slightly mitigated by the 3v3 nature of the matches but even so be ready to here the same Pokémon noises, watch the same effects play out, and wait for the same health bars to tick down over and over as you claw your way to the spot of Pokémon Master.

The art style of non-battle scenes like the main map and minigame plaza have that nice, 90's charm to them as well.

If you do get tired of battling it out, then Stadium 1 and 2 both offer minigames for players to partake in. Either in a tournament format or by using the free-play browser, players are able to take part in a multitude of different Mario Party-esque (without the hand burning) minigames featuring the Pokémon as stars. Minigames consist of stick twirling, button mashing, and point collecting all while controlling fan favorite Pokémon such as Togepi, Eevee, Scyther, and Pichu with no real rhyme or reason behind why these game exist aside from a amusement park theming the minigame zones have for their icons and menus.

You won't get a real explanation as to why you're racing Donphans, cutting logs as Scythers and Pinsirs, or playing Simon Says with a bunch of Clefairy, but you don't really need that either. The games are fun, the models are charming, and watching Clefairy get smacked in the head for each wrong input brings me a level of joy I should probably talk about with my therapist. You won't likely spend hours in this mode, but it's a nice breather from the onslaught of battles otherwise.

fun fact: I still won't talk to some people because of the outcomes to Rampage Rollout over two decades ago. You know who you are.

Additionally there's a quiz minigame separate from the main selection of minigames with easy/normal/hard difficulty selections. Players compete to see who can be the first to get a number of questions correct before anyone else based on facts about the Pokémon (typing, size, silhouette, etc) or facts about the game (where you can find things in the game, names of routes and towns, names of figures in the game).

It's not the most challenging on easy or normal, but playing on hard the game will try to screw you with trick questions so playing with others becomes a balance of "do I let the question play out, or attempt to steal it before someone else can answer correctly?"

Sometimes even playing the game won't prepare you for how out of pocket the questions can get

The real advantage of 2 over 1 is that, in addition to minigames, the game has the trainer academy; a kind of in-depth battle tutorial to teach players not only the basics of Pokémon fighting, but also some secrets as well

You can learn about held items, a feature new to the second generation, as well as participate in mock battles to demonstrate the materials you've been reading and quizzed on. Some of this information for the time too was obscure or hidden knowledge, like the fact that using Defense Curl before using Rollout would boost the damage significantly or that using Stomp on an opponent who used minimize would double the damage.

Some type matchups just make sense, like Ground v Electric.

Overall though what really makes this game is the presentation. The soundtrack does a great job selling the feeling Nintendo wants you to experience, climbing the ladder in a tournament or the Gym Leaders Castle makes you feel powerful, and the little details on top of it all just tie it together in a nice package.

The fights, for example, are also narrated by "The Announcer". A bombastic voice shouting over every detail of a fight. When you score a crit, when you apply a status effect, even using certain moves will get the announcer loudly narrating each detail like a Pokémon prize fight. Seeing the ground rip apart when you use Earthquake is only half the charm, the other half comes from that man yelling in your ears "A DEVESTATING EARTHQUAKE ATTACK!". Clearing gyms or clearing opponents in one of the cups grants you gym badges, a dream for any child growing up on the handheld classics or watching the anime who wished they too could earn shiny bits of metal that gave them an inflated sense of importance.

I would literally kill everyone I came across if it'd get me a real life Zephyr Badge.

Stadium 1 and 2 aren't evergreen classics. They're stuck in Gens 1 and 2 respectively, the roster of Pokémon while impressive is largely useless and makes collecting trophies way harder than it has to be, and the games were made before things like abilities and double battles were introduced, leading to the Pokémon battling game missing out on the generation of Pokémon that made battling more fun (Revolution doesn't count, Revolution is dead to me and disappoints me more than I disappoint myself.)

But for the time especially, it gave fans an opportunity to experience a form of Pokémon more advanced than what the handhelds could output. It was a window into a world of potential that wouldn't be truly fulfilled until arguably the 3DS era of Pokémon released, and gave fans a fun little romp handcrafted for them at every twist and turn. Whether you were a gamer or you enjoyed the anime, there was something here for you.

Overall: 7/10 Sound: 8/10 (for the time) Graphics: 9/10 (for the time) Memorable Moments: Stadium 1: Hearing about Mewtwo, thinking he was an urban legend, then finding out he wasn't Stadium 2: Finally beating the elite 4 using only rental mons.

#wiptw #video games #gaming #pokemon #pokemon stadium #pokemon stadium 2 #pkmn #review #7/10 #Nintendo #nintendo 64 #n64 #retro #retro gaming

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 13 days ago

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Life Changing Experience

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: heavy angst, talking about sexual assault, act of rape (could be considered graphic/detailed), torture, cutting into one's skin

Request by anon: can you do one where the reader is taken on a case they are on and she fits the description of the women the unsub is taking and one night she is walking back to the station after getting dinner or something and then a hand is put over her mouth and she passes out and then wakes up and she is handcuffed to the ceiling and is hanging from there and the unsub comes in and starts torturing her and then he sexually assaults her and the team is racing to find her in time

Summary: An unsub is kidnapping and torturing young women, and the BAU works hard to track him down before he hurts anyone else. When someone comes into your ER with wounds similar to the several dead women found, you know that you have to work with your boyfriend to help take down the unsub. What you don’t know is that you’re entire life is going to change, and it might not be for the better.

Square Filled: improvised weapon for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

Work is hard, and it’s especially hard when you’ve been on your feet for most of your shift. Spencer’s been a dear and offered to rub your aching feet while you two lounge on the couch. You stifle the moans threatening to come out whenever he presses his thumbs into the arch of your feet, and he smiles knowing you want to let loose.

“So, how was work?” he asks.

“Tiring. If I knew being an ER nurse was going to be this tiring, I might not have done it,” you joke. “Still, it’s very rewarding work. There was this one young woman who had been sexually assaulted. She had cuts all over her body. It looked like the man who did it wanted to either carve a picture into her skin or write something. Very sharp edges. Almost reminded me of a star. I think she was strangled, as well.” You shudder. “It was hard talking to her, but I think I’m making progress. She doesn’t flinch when I step into a room anymore, so that’s good.”

“I’m glad she’s getting the care she needs.”

“How was your day?”

Spencer hesitates because he knows you don’t like anything that has to do with gore and serial killers. You love hearing him talk about his work since he’s passionate about it, but you don’t need the gory details.

“Not as rewarding as yours, I’m afraid. We’re tracking down this serial killer who likes to hurt for fun. It’s not a pretty story. I’ll save the details for another day.”

“Let’s go to bed,” you suggest.

That night, you spend it in Spencer’s arms. It’s how you fall asleep and how you wake up. Spencer makes sure to kiss you before he leaves for work, and he eagerly walks into the BAU twenty minutes later.

“Hey, Spence. What’s up?” JJ asks when she sees the look on his face.

“Where’s Hotch?”

“Briefing room.”

“I might have something.” She and Derek follow Spencer into the briefing room where the rest of the team is. “Hotch, I might have something on the unsub we’re trying to catch.”

“What is it?”

“We all know he likes to sexually assault either while he’s torturing his victims or before he does. We know this because of the seven bodies we found, all with the same markings and all with the same MO.”

“Yeah, I’m still working on how each of the victims is tied to each other,” Penelope says.

“I think we may have a victim who escaped. Last night, Y/N said there was a young woman who was admitted for sexual assault. She has cuts all over her body that Y/N described as almost being a star. She was also strangled.”

“The same as our victims,” Emily points out.

“It might be a long shot, but I think this girl escaped out unsub. A living victim.”

“Reid, you and JJ go to the hospital and see what you can get from her. The rest of us will stay here and work victimology and focus on the geographical profile.”

Spencer and JJ pack up their things and leave the BAU. The first thing you did when you got to the hospital was check on the young woman. Jules is her name. She still refuses to see any male doctors and nurses, so your attending put you on her case. Anything she needs, you will get it for her.

You knock on her door and poke your head in. “Jules? It’s Y/N. Mind if I come in?”

“No,” she says in a small voice.

You slip inside and shut the door behind you to give you two some privacy. You pull the curtain to keep her from prying eyes.

“I’m just going to take your vitals, okay? Super easy and simple. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

You walk to the side of her bed and put the ends of your stethoscope into your ears. “Okay, I’m going to put this over your heart to listen to it. It might be a little cold. Is that okay?” She nods. You press the end of the stethoscope over her heart. It’s beating a bit faster than normal, but that’s given with her situation. “Do you want me to continue telling you what I’m going to do next?”

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

“Jules, he can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe here.” She looks into your eyes and feels a sense of security in them. She trusts you. “Okay, we’re going to take your blood pressure next.” You take out the device. “I’m going to wrap this around your arm. It’s gonna get a little tight, but it won’t hurt. Just for a few minutes, okay?”

You slide her arm through the wrap and secure it before turning the machine on. She flinches when she hears the machine whir to life, but you grab her hand to let her know that you’re not going anywhere. You run your thumb across the back of her hand while the machine takes her blood pressure. As soon as it does, you remove it from her arm and record what it says.

“You’re doing pretty well for someone in your situation. Your vitals are strong and your heart is good. You’re a survivor, Jules. You got out. I can’t imagine how you feel or what you’re going through, but you’re not alone.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Did you find my mom?”

“We called your parents. They’re on their way. I’ll let you know when they arrive, okay? I’ll be right back.” You walk out of her room only to see Spencer and JJ by the nurses' station. “Spencer? What are you doing here?”

“Hey.” He presses his lips to your cheek in greeting. “So, the young woman you told me about last night might be a victim of the unsub we’re looking for. We’d like to talk to her if possible.”

“Are you sure she is? She’s been through a lot.”

“All of his victims have been strangled and have been cut in the way you described to me.”

“Fine. Let me see if she’s up to talking. If she is, only JJ can come in. She refuses to see any men. Wait here.” You knock on her door before slipping inside. “Jules? It’s Y/N.” You push back the curtain, and she relaxes once she sees it’s only you. “Listen, um, the FBI is right outside. They’d like to talk to you if you want.”

Her eyes widen in slight panic. “Why?”

“The man who took you has done this to other women. They’re trying to catch him, and you’re the only one who got away from him. If you don’t want to talk to them, that’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“But if I do, will it help catch him?”

“It could.”

“Will you stay with me? I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“I’m right here, Jules. You’re not alone. I’ll bring her in. It’s only one woman, okay? She’s very nice.” She nods hesitantly. You open the door and motion for JJ to come inside. “Don’t worry. She’s a very good friend of mine. She won’t hurt you. Remember, you can stop this whenever you want if it gets too much.”

Her hands flex like she wants to hold something, so you walk to the other side of the bed and grab her hand. She has a strong grip, but you’re not going anywhere.

“Jules? My name is Jennifer Jareau with the BAU. You can call me JJ. I’m here to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay?” She nods. “Okay. What can you remember before you were taken? What were you doing?”

“I had just gotten off work. It was a long shift, and I didn’t feel like cooking anything. So, I stopped at a nearby pizza place. I already forgot the name. It’s local, not a big franchise. I got my pizza and started to drive home. When I got home, I walked inside but forgot to close my door. My dog, Cookie, ran out. I chased after her.”

“Do you remember anything else?”

“There was a man hiding in the shadows. Cookie ran after him. I think she scared him because he jerked back. He… kicked her. He ran at me, and that’s the last thing I remember from before.”

JJ sits on the edge of the bed, and Jules squeezes your hand tighter. She only trusts JJ because you’re here. You put your other hand on top of hers and reassure her by rubbing the back of her hand.

“I know these are difficult questions, and we can stop at any time, but do you remember anything about him when he had you?”

Jules looks at you, and you give her an encouraging nod. “It’s okay. He can’t hurt you anymore. You share whatever you feel comfortable sharing.”

“Okay.” She nods and takes a deep breath. “I remember being in a basement. Concrete. It was so cold. I hung from my wrists from the ceiling. He… He stripped me naked and kept me there for weeks. He’d rape me every night. He’d… cut me as he was doing it. He claimed he got off on the blood. I’m sorry, I can’t…”

“It’s okay. That helps. Let’s focus on something else. Do you remember there being any windows? What was the house like? The outside?”

“Well, I was knocked out when he brought me there, but there was a window in the basement. It was high above, so I couldn’t really see anything, but I knew when the sun was rising and when it set. That was my only calendar and clock.”

“Did you hear anything? Traffic? Animals? Neighbors?”

“I heard someone mowing their lawn, but that’s about it. He kept me pretty out of it. I’m sorry, I can’t help much,” she cries.

“No, you’re doing so well. You helped so much.”

“Okay, we should let her rest. Jules, why don’t you try to get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

You and JJ leave the room, and Spencer pushes away from the desk when he sees you. “Anything?”

“Not much, but it’s more than we had before.”

“Listen, I’ll look after her, okay? I called her parents, and they’re flying over from Michigan.”

“I’ll call Hotch,” JJ says.

Once she steps away, Spencer pulls you in for a hug. “I might be home late tonight.”

“That’s okay. I can grab dinner from that new pizza place that just opened up. I hear it’s pretty good.”

Spencer gives you a kiss, but keeps it short when JJ comes back. They have to head back now, and you have other patients to see. By the end of your shift, you’re ready to collapse into bed and sleep for the next two days. However, you promised Spencer you’d get food and have it ready for him when he gets home.

The local pizza place, Za’s Palace, isn’t too busy, but you do have to wait in line to order. Nothing major happens, so you grab the food once it’s ready and start to head home. Your car is in the shop getting serviced, so you and Spencer have to take public transportation in the meantime. Your house isn’t too far from where Za’s Palace is, so you decide to walk home instead of taking the bus or Uber.

While you’re walking home, you can’t get Jules’ story out of your head. You wanted to cry for her, but she’s safe now. That horrible man can’t hurt her anymore. The hair on the back of your neck stands up at the feeling of eyes on you. The street is fairly empty, but there are some people passing by on the other side of the street, minding their own business.

You only have one more block and you’re home. If you can just get inside, then you’ll be safe. You quicken your pace, hearing footsteps from behind you also quicken. Your house comes into view, and you break out into a job, but you don’t get very far. Whoever is following you catches up to you and tackles you to the ground. The pizza flies out of your hand as you land hard on the ground.

“Let go of me! HEL--”

Before you even have a chance to yell out for help, something pokes you in the neck. Immediately, your body goes limp. Your muscles relax from whatever he injected you with, and you have no chance at fighting back. What’s the chance that the man who attacked Jules is the same man who is attacking you?

“Spencer,” you mumble just before you black out.

Your eyes flutter open, and you groan from how sore you are. Sore from whatever the man injected you with. You try to wipe your eyes but you can’t move your arms. They’re tied above you to a hook on the ceiling. There is a single light coming down from the ceiling, but it’s not enough to give you a clear view of the room you’re in. Your feet barely brush the ground. Concrete. Dirty. There is a window high enough where you can’t see clearly outside, but you have a perfect view of the sky. You’ll know when the sun rises and sets. Goosebumps rise on your body, and you realize that you’re wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

You’re fucked if this is the same man who took and tortured Jules.

Spencer grabs his bag from his desk and leaves work alone. All he wants to do is go home, cuddle on the couch with you, and eat pizza. He takes the bus to the closest bus stop near your house and walks the rest of the way. His mood turns when he notices a pizza box on the ground. Za’s Palace. The new place that just opened up. The pizza is smashed on the ground as if whoever was holding it was caught off guard and fell down.

JJ told him what Jules said in the hospital. He looks at your house and sees all the lights off. He doesn’t have to go inside to know you’re not home. You hate the dark and will always turn on every light as soon as you get home. You even sleep with a night light because you hate being in total darkness. He thinks it’s endearing instead of childish. Childhood trauma makes you keep a night light on at all times.

You’re not home. Pizza is thrown on the sidewalk. He takes out his phone and tries calling you, but it goes straight to voicemail. You never turn your phone off. Your mom is in the hospital with cancer, and your dad is in a retirement home. You always have your phone on just in case they need you. Something isn’t right. He dials someone else and puts the phone to his ear.

“JJ, it’s me. I think the same man who took Jules also took Y/N. She’s missing.”

Within thirty minutes, the entire block is surrounded by police and the BAU. This is technically a crime scene, even if the only evidence left behind seems to be a pizza box. Police talk to neighbors, and a few of them retrace the steps they think you took.

“Hotch!” Spencer walks over to his boss when he arrives. “I don’t know how I know, but I know the unsub took Y/N. We need to find some kind of connection through the victims before Y/N gets hurt.”

You’re not sure what’s being done to you while you’re knocked out, but you know it’s not good. A sharp pain is what wakes you up, and you wince when you feel the pain building in the lower part of your body. Rough hands grip your hips so hard that you’re sure they’ll leave bruises behind. Your bra and panties are in the corner of the room. You’re naked.

You don’t have to look behind to know what’s happening to you. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and force yourself to fall deep into your mind, where you feel safe. Where no one can hurt you. The man behind you takes out a knife from his back pocket. With a sadistic smile as he takes your innocence forcefully, he slashes at your skin.

It takes every ounce of self-control inside your body not to cry or make a noise. It’ll only spur him on, and you’re not about to give him the satisfaction. You don’t have much left for him to take, but your spirit will remain intact. The knife is so sharp that you barely feel it when it digs into your skin, but you definitely feel it when he starts carving a picture into your skin.

It’s going to be over soon. He can’t do this forever. I wish Spencer were here. He’d make the bad man stop.

The man pulls out of you and jerks himself off before shooting his load over your bleeding skin. He laughs as he rubs his come all over your skin like lotion. Even when he’s not here, he wants you to remember where he’s been.

“Good girl,” he says gruffly.

You don’t even look up as he leaves. First, you don’t want to know what he looks like. You don’t want to see his face whenever you fall asleep. Second, you don’t want him to see how broken you are. The second the basement door closes and locks, you break down in tears.

Penelope rushes to the briefing room once she finds something important about the case.

“Okay, I think I found a connection between the victims.” She passes out papers to everyone as she speaks. “Right before they were taken, all of the victims visited the same pizza place, Za’s Palace. Each girl has multiple transactions over weeks, and it’s the last place they went to right before all activity stops.”

“Someone who works there might have seen them and taken a liking to them. He watched them over the course of weeks before finally making his move,” Emily theorizes.

“Alright, let’s go.”

The team heads over to Za’s Palace which isn’t too busy. The owners are an elderly couple, Jill and Terry, and they don’t look like they’d rape and torture young women. Terry walks with a cane, and Jill is friendly with every single customer who walks inside.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Lorenzo. My name is Aaron Hotchner. This is my team. We’re with the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Better do this in the back, Dear,” Jill says to her husband.

“Right this way. It’s a small space, only room for two people.”

“JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss. Talk to the employees and the customers. See what you can find out. Reid, you’re with me.”

Spencer and Hotch follow Terry to the back office to discuss, and the rest of the team disperses throughout the store. JJ and Emily speak to the customers while Derek talks to a few of the employees. They don’t know what they’re looking for, but it doesn’t take long for all of them to come to one conclusion.

The cook, Jared. He’s Terry’s grandson who only has a job because he knows the owners. Terry loves his family and always helps out when he can. When Jared came to him asking for a job, he was homeless. His parents kicked him out, and he didn’t know where to go. Terry gave him a job as a dishwasher before he moved up to cook.

Soon after kicking him out, Jared’s parents put their house up for sale. No one has bought it yet since it’s a bit worn down, and the city hasn’t sold it. Spencer’s gut is telling him that that is where Jared is keeping you. It’s where he’s been keeping all of his victims.

“Hotch, I know he has Y/N there. I just know.”

“I have the same feeling. Let’s go.”

Jared has been down to see you every hour to violate you and mark you with his knife. He’s been so rough with you that you know your body is covered in bruises. Blood drips out of your vagina from how rough he’s been, only for it to drip tot he ground to join the other buddles from your various cuts. After the first time, you found that happy place inside your head where no one can hurt you.

It’s where you are now. The man is due to come down here at any minute. You’ve gotten good at counting the minutes, and you’re at fifty-five minutes. Three thousand, three hundred seconds. Three hundred more to go. Your wrists are red from you tugging on your restraints, but you’re still hanging from the ceiling. You’re shocked your hands are still attached to your arms from how much the restraints are digging into your skin.

The door to the basement opens, and you try to find your happy place as quickly as possible. He’s two minutes early. He’s never two minutes early. Always on the dot. Several footsteps climb down the stairs, and multiple flashlights light up the place. You squint at the bright light and turn your face away. Something catches your eye. Something familiar.

An FBI vest. Attached to that vest is someone you hoped would be your savior.

“Spencer?” you mumble.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re safe now.”

This is when you cry. He’s here. The team is here. You’re not going to hurt anymore. Hotch and Emily help you down from your restraints, and you fall into Spencer’s body. Immediately, Derek leaves with Rossi to pursue Jared. He saw the headlights and immediately booked it out of the house. The neighborhood is quiet with not a lot of places to hide from, so they easily caught him trying to hop the fence where the trains are.

Medics are called to the scene immediately, and you’re put in the back of the ambulance before you know it. Spencer climbs in the back and holds your hand.

“You’re okay now. You’re safe. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

He moves your hair away from your eyes. “For what?”

“I missed dinner.”

Spencer chuckles tearfully and kisses the top of your head. “Don’t worry about that.”

Spencer might not know it, but he’s your lifeline. He’s going to be the reason why you make it out okay. Your physical wounds will heal in time, but your emotional wounds will run deep. As you drift off in the ambulance, all you can think about is Spencer and how you know you’re going to be okay.

You’re not alone.

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