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y3ager · 10 months

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WE OUTSIDE.

— a night you initially weren’t looking forward to ends in the best way imaginable.

eren y. x black!fem!reader

tags: high school au, modern au, marijuana and alcohol use, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), mild cream pie. minors dni.

DESPITE HOW YOU refused it for months, here you stand in a mansion someone had the money and connections to reserve holding the worst position anyone can have on graduation night: designated driver.

you’re the coveted mom friend, the only one in the group with a level enough head and fear of, you know, dying to make sure you and your girls don’t end up on the morning news the following day. after weeks of promising that they wouldn’t be back home after walking across stage, here they all are enjoying one last night of partying before they all go their separate ways, to different universities and states, some of them never seeing each other again.

obviously you’re not one to knock someone else’s fun, but it’s just not your thing and you knew that with the first party you snuck out to. it’s loud, crowded, and smacking the ass of your friend or fighting your way to the front for a good view of it is only fun for the first 20 or so minutes. it’s three am and no one shows signs of stopping.

you nurse your cocktail of lemonade with a dash of pink whitney because it helps to have something in your hand. you stay off towards the back and hug the wall, watching your peers have fun and dreading when you inevitably have to shove 7 shitfaced girls into one car. three are horny drunks, one does nothing but cry by the end of the night, one more tends to get punchy…

you feel a solid body bump against yours and lurch forward a bit. “sorry!” you shout, but with the bass of the music and everyone’s yelling, they probably don’t even hear you.

“no, you’re fine..” all of a sudden you smell nothing but weed, enough to make your nose wrinkle a bit. he brandishes his blunt to you, obviously inviting you take a hit. that’s what all these parties are, people swapping blunts and taking sips out of bottles and repurposed polar pop cups.

“no, um, i’m good..” your better judgement starts to kick in, even though you’re probably the only person in the entire house using some right about now. it could be filled with god knows what, what if your job springs up a surprise drug test, you’re not supposed to take anything from a damn stranger!

a little voice in the very back of your head reminds you that this is your problem: playing it safe, keeping your head down, abstaining from doing anything even mildly reckless.

you reach your hand up and pluck the glowing blunt from the strange boy’s slender fingers and pop it between your glossed lips. a quick toke fills your lungs, streams out from your nose and makes you give out a quick cough. “thank you,” you say dumbly, honestly, as you pass it back to him. who the fuck says thank you after that? “sorry for the, uh.. gloss.”

“you’re fine,” he says again, popping the joint right back into his mouth, coconut flavored gloss from the beauty supply store be damned. you finally get a chance to really look at him, the flashing strobe lights momentarily illuminating his face. tanned skin, green eyes tinted just a smidge red, and dark brown hair pulled back into a bun, a light sheen of sweat making the baby hairs stick to his forehead. he nods to your cup. “what’s that?”

“that.. oh! oh.” you look down at your cup, suddenly feeling awkward for staring so intently. “lemonade with.. uh.. pink whitney.” you realize how close he is to you, nudged forward by the many bodies and his interest in what you’re saying, and it makes you sweat. “do you want some?” looking back up, you hold the cup out to him. “it’s not that strong, i have to drive later…”

he shakes his head and chuckles lowly, pushing the drink back into your bubble. “keep it.” he looks down at you, taking in your brown eyes framed by your freshly done lash extensions, accented with a thin strip of one of your school’s colors, your cropped shirt and skin tight biker shorts, comfortable but exposing a lot of your gleaming brown skin. “designated driver, huh? your friends sound mean dumping you with that job. you having fun?”

you shrug, heating up even more under his hungry gaze. he’s so fine, if you look fast enough, a tongue ring is getting caught by the flashing lights when he opens his mouth to speak. “it’s okay, i don’t like getting shit faced, and, you know…” you look off to your left to see that four of your friends have successfully made it onto the stage. “it’s fun watching them have fun.” when you look back at him, he’s holding his blunt back out, and you take it again without even being told to. “thank you.” you blow out another cloud of smoke and pass it back to him. “it could.. be a little quieter, i guess?” another body passing through makes you lurch forward. “with less people?”

he laughs again and holds his joint between his teeth. “you wanna leave then?”

your inner mom comes back out again, and you look to your left, scanning for your friends. you’re supposed to stick together, you have to keep an eye out on them, they’re all supposed to know where everyone is in case anything crazy pops off. “i.. i shouldn’t leave my friends…” you shuffle unsurely on your feet, “i don’t know.”

“text them,” he offers. then he points off into the general direction when he assumes they’re at, based on where you’re looking. “or go tell one of them. we’re just going up to a room upstairs. they’ll be okay, and you’ll be okay. we’ll come back down when you’re ready.”

fuck it. you think. you whip your phone out of your purse and type up a quick message in the groupchat that they probably won’t check, but at least you told them. ‘going upstairs for a bit’ “okay,” you say as it sends. “let’s go.”

thirty minutes later, the blunt is completely gone and the stranger—no, eren’s tongue is deep in your mouth, working against yours while his hand holds your face firmly in place. your manicured hands have pulled his hair out of its haphazard bun with all your tugging and pulling and you’re doing everything you can to hide your wanton moans. he’s just such a good kisser…

eren pulls away slightly to look down into your glazed over eyes, the sound of your blood rushing and your heart pounding rivaling the sound of the music booming downstairs. “pretty girl,” he mumbles. your kissing has long left your gloss awry, and he rubs an errant mark away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “feelin’ good?”

“yeah,” you whisper breathlessly, his kiss swollen lips calling you back in and he laughs as your mouth meets his again. either he pushes you down into some stranger’s bed, or you pull him on top of you, but now you’re on your back and he’s looking down at you, with one hand trailing down, down, down…

and you’re doing nothing to stop him.

deftly, eren pulls off your biker shorts, and catches your thigh before you can instinctively close them off from his sight. “so fucking wet already…” he remarks as he pulls your panties down until they eventually fall down to your ankles. you kick them off, and brazenly, boldly, spread your brown lips for him, the white of your long french tip acrylics a beautiful contrast to your chestnut skin and perfect pink center.

“fuck, ___,” eren groans, mouth almost watering at the sight. he wants to devour you so bad. “you’re trying to kill me. you were so shy earlier. that changes when you wanna get fucked, huh?” your whimper at his last comment makes him grin. “now hold these up.” he commands, reference your legs as he pushes your knees up to your chest, prostrating yourself before him for his perusal. he’s laying down now, his aching crotch now rubbing against the bed in a welcome wave of pleasure.

the noises eren begins to make on your pussy are downright pornographic, the spitting, smacking, slurping, feasting on your drooling cunt as if it’s his last meal. his tongue is everywhere, going from swirling your clit around to dragging against your inner lips, that damned tongue ring never far behind. it’s nearly too much for your poor cunt, but the focused glare he gives you with his blown out green eyes deters you from bringing your legs down and diminishing the access he has to you.

“e-eren! oh, god!” the sound of your wetness makes your ears burn in embarrassment, it’s just so fucking messy. you catch a sight of the mess you’ve made on his chin when he momentarily comes up for air, only to dive right back in. his plump, pillowy lips latch firmly on your throbbing clit, making your eyes roll back into your head and a shaky moan escape your own lips. “eren, please..!” you writhe against the sheets, his expert mouth overwhelming, you’re not a virgin but, god, if he keeps up.. “e-eren, eren, i’m…!”

“c’mon, baby,” he mumbles between suckling, open mouthed kisses, and drags of his skillful tongue. “give it t’ me, don’t be scared. i gotcha.”

his words make your greedy hole pulse around nothing, and a mix of a moan and a week sob escapes your throat. thighs spasming, you pointlessly attempt to close your legs again only for him to continue holding them open as he drowns your cunt in sloppy kisses, determined to savor every last drop.

“good girl,” his sinful voice rumbles against your core. “good, good fucking girl…” as he pulls away, that tongue darts out to sweep up the last remnants of your heavenly juices. “c’mere..” those strong hands grab at you hips pulling your pliant body towards him near the edge of the bed. “y’ready?”

“yeah, yeah…” emotions flood through your head, lust, need, want, you’re ready to beg for him inside you if he wants you to. faintly, you hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor, but that’s the least of your worries right now. “‘ren, please..” he taps his leaking, blushing tip against your pulsing clit one, two, three times to make you sigh. “please, please..”

“y’doin’ all that beggin’…” now eren’s easing in, hissing at the feeling of you gripping him so tight, walls soft and wet. he throws his head back at the new sensation of your cunt greedily sucking him in, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and his tanned fingers tightening in a bruising grip on your hips. “fuck,” he groans under his breath, the underlying whine in his voice makes your body grow hot. “fucking- relax, or-”

“oh, g-god..” you stutter, feeling full, and hot, and greedy. “‘s so.. big, eren.” your manicured hand rests against his toned torso in a fruitless attempt to stop him, but his hips meet yours and the two of you whine in unison. “fuck!”

“quit that. take it.” eren swats your hand away from his stomach and tosses your legs up to place them on his shoulders, effectively treating you like a little doll for him to fuck on. slowly, easily, he pulls his hips back only to push them forward again, progressively beginning to get drunk off the feeling of your perfect cunt. “so fucking good,” he mutters. “so, so fucking good.”

the slow drag of his cock against your walls begins to have the same intoxicating effect on you, making you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and whine, low and wanton as you clamp down onto him. you open your eyes, which you didn’t even realize were closed, and stare deep into his green-gray eyes. oh, you’re screwed now.

“fuck yes,” he huffs. eren buries his face in your neck, biting, sucking, leaving hot kisses on your damp as he chases his high and quickly begins to bring to your second. the feeling of your acrylics clawing and digging into the skin of his back only spurs him on more, the music downstairs secondary to the dizzying sound of skin slapping against. “‘s your dick, baby, cum on it for me.”

and you do, shame be damned as your back arches off from the tousled sheets and cry out his name, letting any poor passerby know exactly what’s going on just feet away from the firmly closed door, and exactly who’s fucking you just that good. eren bottoms out with a low groan that reverberates from his chest, a breathless chuckle passing his lips as his cum shoots in deep only to spill back out when he withdraws.

“pretty girl,” he calls out, pulling you out of your fucked out daze. one hand reaches up to wipe the drool from the side of your mouth while the other rubs at your spent, used cunt. your eyes roll back down to look demurely back at his.

“you got another one in you?”

a/n: obligatory plot but this has been in the drafts since january 2022…… it’s time to release her 😭 could i have updated it from high school grad night yeah i could’ve but mannnn…. just relive them days chile

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dancingtotuyo · 8 months

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1. tame the ghosts in my head

Woman | Joel Miller X Reader

Series Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Joel Miller finds an unexpected face upon his return to Jackson.

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader. Age Gap. TV show characters. Mostly Cannon compliant for show and game.

Chapter Warnings: references to canon type violence, injuries, swearing, medical exam, illusions to loss & grief.

Words: 2437

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Familiarity is a foreign thing in this world. A priceless gift from the universe if you’re deemed to be so worthy, it’s a treasure to be treated as so, but when one is lucky enough to be chosen, fear tarnishes it. Gifts only last so long before they are taken away, leaving only grief and loneliness in their wake, making you wonder if it was really a gift at all or just a cruel prank. Yet, it gets you everytime, roping you into its trap.

It might be 20 years since you’ve laid eyes on him, but that stance, those brown curls, you would recognize them anywhere You spent the younger years of your life committing him to memory. You feel the trap tugging you toward him. You can’t be caught up again. You tell yourself you won’t be.

“Joel!”

He turns around, dark brown eyes meeting yours. He doesn’t expect anyone else to know his name here. Why does it sound familiar to him?

It all escapes from the recess of your mind. That all-encompassing file titled “before,” flies open. Memories come flooding back of him and of Sarah. You’re only conscious of the first trap, but there are others lying in wait. You and Tommy talk about her sometimes, but this brings up so much more.

He looks confused at first. You watch him wrack his brain. He recognizes you, but from where? You’re not the kid he once knew. The fresh, doe-eyed look of a 20-something new graduate is replaced by the 40-something worn woman you’ve survived into. Finally, it dawns on him.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He walks over to you, disbelief written across his features.

“Hi.” You smile.

“Hi.”

It’s an awkward thing. Do you hug? Shake hands? You were Sarah’s babysitter from the time she was 6 until she complained she didn’t need one once she turned 13. The two of you still hung out when you were back from school. Joel usually slipped you a $20. You would’ve done it for free, never expected the cash, but you were also a broke college student. You never turned it down.

The lure of a familiar face is strong. The two of you settle on a comfortable distance. Closer than strangers, further than family.

“Tommy told me you were here at Christmas. He’s been worried about you.”

Joel nods. “It’s been a long couple of months.”

“Just months?” Your brows shoot up.

Joel fights back a smile. He remembers the smartass remarks you used to give Tommy when he teased you while you waited for Joel to cough up the cash he owed.

Flashes of coming home to pillow forts and Sarah’s giggles, arts and crafts with glitter that littered the house for weeks afterwards, and the countless other memories play in his mind.The memories send a pang through his chest, but he can handle them now, and here is another person who holds those precious memories.

“Relatively speaking of course.” The smile breaks through on his face. It’s starting to feel less foreign to him these past few days.

Joel wasn’t the most smiley person when you knew him 20 years ago. It suits him, you think. Another lure. Another diversion you don’t catch because you are so aware of the trap you’re sure it set, you don’t see the other one hiding. You won’t let the universe give you another person just to take them away.

“Of course.” You return his smile.

“I’m supposed to get checked out at the clinic. I think they gave me bad directions. Either that or my memory is shit.”

“I was just headed there. You can follow me.” Nod your head in the general direction.

“You’re a nurse.” He seems slightly unsure.

“Memory can’t be all that shitty, I guess.” You shrug. “If you call 3 months in the trauma unit being a nurse that is.”

“You got the education. I remember that.”

The keys jingle in your hand as you unlock the doors. The lights buzz to life with a flip of a switch. The slim medical supplies you have are neatly organized on shelves. It’s enough to care for basic needs. Scout teams sometimes bring back supplies from other places when they go on longer expeditions. All medications are safely locked away. You have the only key. You count the meds on a weekly basis with Maria and go over your meticulous logs. There’s a board-certified doctor in town. He practiced family medicine before the outbreak. He’s good with routine stuff but didn’t want a key. Too much pressure he claims.

You deal with the big stuff. Gaping wounds, infections, whatever it was that resembled surgery in this world. You play doctor, nurse, surgeon, and midwife. It falls on your shoulders and what you can remember from school. There are a few medical journals and textbooks on your shelves. Dr. Pooley has taught you a lot, but his knowledge is more outdated, more about family medicine. More often than not, you fail. People remind you; you do the best you can, you’re not trained for this, supplies are limited. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn’t.

“You can take a seat.” You nod toward the medical table.

Joel nods, hopping up. “Did Ellie stop in last night? She said she would.”

“Yeah she did.” You wash your hands with soap. “Seems like a good kid. She’s got quite a mouth.”

Joel chuckles. “She seem okay?”

“For someone with two bites on her arm, yeah.”

He looks up, his eyes a mix of fear and concern and then it goes away. “Tommy told you?”

“Yeah… wanted to make sure I was the one who checked her out.”

“He tell anyone else?”

“Probably Maria.” You shrug and watch the uneasiness leave him. “I won’t tell anyone, Joel. It’ll either get people's hopes up or cause a witch hunt. Besides, doctor patient confidentiality and all that.”

He looks relieved. “Thanks.”

You nod. “Now, take your shirt off.”

He raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes.

“I swear if you give me some snarky comment, I will stab you with a scalpel.”

He cringes feeling fantom pain in his scarred abdomen. “Noted.”

“You okay?” You catch the twinge on his face, stare at the gash on his neck.

“Yeah… it’s just…” He sighs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

For a moment, you are 22 years old again and sense of medical professionalism ceases to exist. It’s embarrassing really, the crush you had on him. Though, it’s just as embarrassing that it’s still affecting you. 20 years ago, you thought the world was more likely to end than anything remotely close to this happening. It seems Ironic now.

The nurse in you returns before his shirt slides off his shoulders. Your eyes go wide as you spot the big, angry scar on Joel’s abdomen. “What happened?”

Your fingers press around the scar, inspecting it. It’s cruel and jagged, still pink, but healed. It’s several months old and there’s no signs of infection.

“Your fingers are cold.”

You roll your eyes. “What happened?”

“We came across some raiders. I took them out, but not before one of ‘em got me with his broken bat.”

“Fuck, Joel.” You press a little firmer, searching for any signs of sensitivity or irritation.

It hits him that he’s never heard you curse. He bites back the tilt of his lips. He doesn’t think you would appreciate it. He never teased you like Tommy did. He was more of a quiet observer before the outbreak. He still considers himself so, but there’s an urge to tease you now. Maybe he wants to steal a slice of pre-outbreak life back.

“Does this hurt at all?” You continue to press all around, this time looking in his eyes. You’re firmly in his personal space now.

He never got to look at your eyes this closely before. They’re beautiful. He reads so much swirling in them. He still sees bits of the 22 year old he knew, freshly graduated and eager to help a world so close to damnation. He sees the shadows floating around, the trauma of living in this world. He sees it in others all the time. He sees it in himself everytime he looks in the mirror, but he wants to know what caused the darkness in yours.

He catches the fine lines that have started to age your face, and a few silver hairs beginning to weave through your natural hair color. He thinks they suit you.

“Joel.” Your voice is firm, shaking him out of his thoughts. “Any pain? Discomfort?”

He shakes his head. You let out a low whistle. “You’re one lucky bastard. It’s a bang up job on the stitches, but it did its job.”

“It got infected. Ellie managed to get her hands on some penicillin.”

His eyes darken. There’s more to the story, but you know better than to ask. One doesn't just “manage” to get their hands on penicillin, especially out here.

Your eyes scan his abdomen, but it is purely medical this time. Joel has several old scars covering his back and abdomen consistent with what you expect. The gash on his neck has already scabbed over, a couple of days old. You do your best to clean it without opening it back up.

You bring your stethoscope to his heart. It thuds in your ears. He breathes in at your instructions: long and steady in, long and steady out. His breath tingles in your ear. Your eyes scan up his neck and face. You think he might be just as handsome now as he was 20 years ago. He meets your eyes and you snap back to the tasks at hand. Heat rises over the back of your neck. You pull away before it reaches your cheeks.

Joel keeps quiet the whole time. His eyes track your every movement; a hazard of living in this world. It’s a hazard you learned to drop when within the walls of the settlement, though it took you years to do so.

His blood pressure is a little high, nothing too concerning or surprising. It’s not like you have medication to help. “How old are you?”

Your eyes meet again. “56.”

You wrack your brain. You helped Sarah with his birthday on numerous occasions. “September 26, right?”

“You remember?”

“I believe I helped put on several of your birthday parties.” You crack a smile, writing it down on the form. You have one for each member of the settlement in case of emergencies. “Shit… that’s-”

“Yeah, I know.” Joel crosses his arms. He hasn’t put his shirt back on yet. His biceps bulge, drawing your eye toward them. It hits you; maybe adult you also has a crush on Joel Miller. You shove that thought to the side. You’re avoiding that trap too.

Joel catches your eye. You swallow, hoping he didn’t catch you staring. “You can put your shirt back on.”

He nods. You don’t watch as he buttons it up. You study the file in front of you like it’s the next great American novel. “Do you know your blood type?”

“O negative.”

“You absolutely sure?”

“You calling me a liar?”

“No, but I’d hate to tap you on the shoulder asking for you to transfuse blood and the person drops dead because you had O positive or some other type.”

“I’m sure.”

You nod, marking it the chart. Joel’s shirt is back on. You can’t decide if you’re relieved or not, but something else catches your eye as he struggles with the last button.

“Hold out your hands.”

His eyes roll but obeys. You visually inspect them. Nothing seems wrong at sight.

“Now make a fist.”

He does, internally cursing when his right hand shakes and shutters. It still doesn’t close all the way. Taking all those fireflies out the day before doesn’t help matters. He eyes you, but you’re completely focused on his hands.

You place your index and middle fingers in his palms. “Now squeeze.”

You feel the fight in his right hand. Its grip is loose compared to the left.

“I broke it back in September.”

“How?” You take his hand. It’s warm and calloused. You ignore that part away as you feel through the bones and tendons searching for misplaced bones or built up scar tissue.

“Took out a Fedra guard leaving Boston QZ.”

“Define took out.” Your inspection continues.

Joel shifts looking away from you. It gives you a good look at his profile. Your eyes flicker up the muscles of his neck, his strong jaw and the scruff that covers it. You catch sight of a faded scar on his temple. He didn’t have that 20 years ago… you kick yourself for remembering that.

“It was just a hairline. Healed up fine on its own.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

Joel refuses to meet your eye. He doesn’t answer your question. Your annoyance grows.

“I’ll give you some options. Stunned? Mamed? Knocked unconscious?”

“Look, I'm not the person I used to be.”

You straighten up. “Nobody is, Joel. We’re literally in hell.” You push back images of your own actions- and inactions. “Now tell me so I can make a rough estimate on the force you used.”

Joel sighs. He remembers the cracking of bones. The way the guard went limp. It doesn’t haunt him. He would do it again to protect people, so why is he so hesitant? Is it that he associates you with Sarah?

He swallows. “Killed.”

He waits for you to kick him out, for a look of disgust to cover your face, but it never happens. You simply keep going with the exam. “Okay.”

You hit a sensitive nerve in his hand. He hisses. “I think it was more than a hairline… but it seems to have healed okay all things considering.”

Joel nods.

“I’m going to rig something up to help you strengthen the hand. It probably won’t help the nerve though.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I will. I’ll drop it off at your house this evening.” You make note of a few things on a clipboard. “Otherwise, I’m giving you a clean bill of health.”

“So I’m free to go?”

“Free to go.” You nod.

He’s almost out the door when you turn around. “And Joel…” He stops, meeting your eye for the first time since his confession. “We’ve all had to kill people, do ugly things for the sake of survival. Don’t think you’re the only one.”

He wants to ask further questions, but you turn your back to him and it dies on his tongue.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for telling my aunt to either leave my grandma alone or pay her more?

So I (19ftm) am back in my hometown for a little while (I moved recently for school reasons and to get away from…well, this type of family drama) and I’m staying with my grandma (57) to avoid getting a hotel for several weeks. My aunt (40) has 3 young children (ages 9, 2, and one baby that’s about half a year old now) that she leaves with my grandmother while she goes to work. Granted, my aunt has 2 older children (24 and 20) that my grandmother primarily raised. Funny thing is that my grandma said she wouldn’t take care of more kids after the first one (though we lived in the same house, my parents made sure to not ask my grandma to take care of me because of this), but that didn’t stop my aunt from crying and begging her to take care of them while she goes to work.

So, my aunt is a nurse and I know she makes good money, and so does her boyfriend (the father of the 3 younger kids). Either of them alone make more in a year than my mom, my dad, and I make combined, but they pay my grandma 100 dollars per week (she takes care of 3 kids for 8.5 hours a day, 4-5 days a week) to take care of these kids. While I’ve been staying, I obviously try to help my grandma take care of the kids but even with me helping her it is a lot. Like I cannot emphasize just how stressful this is, and my grandmother and I both have pretty significant bone problems. My aunt’s kids are pretty heavy, but we often have to carry the 2 year old and obviously the baby.

While having dinner with my family (aunt, grandparents, uncle, cousins) a few days ago, I brought this up to my aunt (that it’s dangerous to make my grandmother take care of these kids all day when she already has osteoporosis amongst other things) and she got offended. I told her that it’s not fair that my grandmother is almost 60 and still pressured into taking care of kids that aren’t hers when she set the boundary over 20 years ago that she wouldn’t take care of more kids. My aunt started crying and told me that I don’t know what it’s like to be a mother, that I don’t know how stressful it is to be a professional woman and also a mother of 5 (which, true, I don’t). I snapped at her and told her that she doesn’t know what it’s like to be a mother of 5 because she hasn’t actually raised any of her kids—my grandmother has.

My grandmother tried to brush it off (despite venting to me the previous day) this is where I might have really been an asshole, since I told my aunt what my grandma said. That it was a lot, it was unfair, she’s old and tired and had two kids (my aunt and my mother) and didn’t sign up to raise all these other kids when she’s well into her fifties, that my aunt is taking advantage of her, etc etc. Then I finished it off by telling my aunt that if she has any respect for her mom, she should either pay my grandmother minimum wage at least ($15 an hour) or suck it up and get a babysitter.

My aunt and cousins (9, 20, 24) have not talked to me since, and I know maybe I overstepped/it’s not my business since I now live on the other side of the country, but also I’m not entirely sure anymore. Thoughts?

What are these acronyms?

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rozcdust · 1 year

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, mentions of bodily injury, threats

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Just as you’re about to start the engine of your bike, heart racing and worry visible on your face as you chew your bottom lip raw, you get another phone call.

“Hey, Ryo, I’m about to go right away, will get to Keisuke’s school in about 10 minutes, that okay?”

“Of course, thank you so much, I’m sorry to bother you again but the mothers of the other two boys just called me to ask if I’ll be able to pick up Keisuke and their kids, I know this is too much to ask for but could you get them too?”

You put the key into the engine, twisting it as the engine let out a purr, coming back to life after being neglected for the past couple of weeks.

“No issue at all.”

“Thank you, you’re a godsend, thank you so much.”

“Of course Ryo, that’s what friends are for.”

Baji nervously stared at his lap, his broken arm wrapped up in a sling by the school nurse long ago but still aching deeply and fully as he grits his teeth, worry creasing his eyebrows.

His mother will be so disappointed.

He tried really hard to keep Toman matters out of school, hell, even forbade Kazutora from visiting him, all in hopes of somehow falling into his teacher’s good graces with enough hard work, despite his difficulty with studying.

And it all went down the drain like that.

The principle called him mum 20 minutes ago, and she should be here any moment, and Keisuke can already imagine the disappointed face she’ll make-

The doors to the principal’s office were slammed open, and Keisuke didn’t dare look, Chifuyu and Ryusei tensed up as well, probably fearing their own fate after they get home.

After all, they did fight on school grounds.

“Good day! I came here to pick up these little devils.” The voice was light and airy, full of fake mischief and Keisuke immediately felt himself perking up.

“And who may you be?” The principal raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down in scepticism, eyes lingering on the skin of your arms, tattoos exposed via the short-sleeved blouse you were wearing.

You merely smiled pleasantly, closing the doors before taking a couple of steps to stop behind Keisuke’s chair.

You laid your hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m a family friend of Ryoko Baji, I came here to pick up the kids and see what the issue is, I imagine you were informed of that…?”

“Ah, yes, Hanemiya Y/n, correct? Please sit.”

“That is me. Now please, explain to me the issue.”

Midway through the man’s explanation, you were seething, red flashing in front of your eyes as your grip on Keisuke’s shoulder tightened.

“So allow me to reiterate,” You exhaled, standing, licking your lips with a borderline predatory look in your eyes, “These three students were violently attacked by a delinquent gang, on school grounds, one of them injured, and you plan to suspend these two for protecting their friend, which, may I remind, the school failed to do?”

The smug smile on the principal’s lips faltered for a second, just a flash of insecurity peeking through the man’s mask of authority and composure.

A crack in the mask is all you needed.

“Ah, miss Hanemiya, when you put it like that-“

“No, I am putting it exactly as presented. Explain to me exactly why Ryusei and Chifuyu will be suspended?”

The man gulped, and at that moment, Keisuke was never more glad for you to be on his side.

Physically, you didn’t seem particularly intimidating, not even particularly mean, but you had an air of confident, well-composed calmness that caused people around you to get fidgety after a while of being under your scrutinising gaze.

“Well, you see, miss, uh- Well, fighting on school grounds is a serious offence, and Matsuno is just a troublemaker all around, Ryusei as well, parading around with that tattoo on his neck and that hair-“

Keisuke almost, almost felt sorry for his principle. The man had hit a nerve and hadn’t even noticed, because all that betrayed your rage was a calm, neutral expression, one that Keisuke has seen exactly one time before, on that night he and Kazutora met and came home late.

“So, as I’m understanding, you are punishing the children for doing what the school failed to do, i.e. protect a student from danger, while also trying to blame it on a little teen rebellion? As well as insulting me by saying people with tattoos are less respectable? Am I expected to make sense of it?”

Principal’s cheeks heated up as he avoided your eye.

“Miss, physical altercations are strictly forbidden.”

“So you will punish the students for being attacked?”

The man was growing restless, your calmness equal parts frightening and frustrating, and he was not a man used to being disrespected by people he considered below him.

“And who or what will stop me?”

Your tongue darted out to carefully lick your lips, the words you’re about to say rolling on the inside of your mouth, as if tasting them, before you spit them out.

You stepped closer to his desk.

“The same thing that is currently stopping me from breaking your nose, sir. Common sense.”

The man visibly flinched, backing away a little in his chair.

“You wouldn’t dare-“

“Oh please, sir, I would.”

“You- You’ll get arrested!”

“And who will believe you that I even did that?” Your tone was mocking, “I mean, sir, look at me, I’m just a mere lady, and maybe you just so happened to have an unfortunate fall!”

“I- I- I’ll have witnesses!” He pointed to the trio behind you, failing to hide his shaking.

“Boys, does he?” You smirked, glancing behind you at the trio.

“Wow, this wall has a crack.” Chifuyu was staring at the wall by his side, seemingly curious, “Should get repainted.”

“Yeah, that’s a spider all right.” Keisuke’s eyes were firmly fixed on the ceiling, tilting his head as he stared at the small spider crawl.

“Oops, I should really cut my nails.” Ryusei exhaled dramatically, his whole focus on his hands.

The principal gulped as you leaned in closer, towering over him.

But all of the sudden, the atmosphere changed, and you smiled, clapping your hands.

“Of course, such a thing would be ridiculous! I’ll just have a chat with Ryoko about contacting the media and her lawyers, after all, sir, do you even know how disappointed all the parents funding this school will be when they find out the education of their children is for granted!”

Turning around and away from the principal, you motioned with your finger for the boys to get up.

“Chop chop, I still gotta deliver you to your mothers, and a long chat is due.”

The boys did as told, scurrying to pick their bags off the floor and standing in a row like ducklings, waiting on you to start leaving.

“Wait- Ugh, fine! No suspension for either of the students! Just, please, do not contact the media!”

You stopped at the doorway, turning to politely bow to the man.

“Why, thank you! How kind!”

Keisuke spoke too soon.

You were just as terrifying as his mother, and he had an intense and sudden urge to flee as you stared him down, looming over him, Chifuyu and Ryusei with your arms on your hips and scowling.

You waited for them to say something, but they all avoided your gaze, suddenly finding the colour of their shoelaces a much more pressing issue.

Ryusei spoke first.

“Hanemiya? As in, related to Kazutora Hanemiya?”

Baji cut you off before you could respond.

“Yeah, that’s his mother.”

Chifuyu and Ryusei yelled so loudly he almost burst your eardrums.

“YOU’RE HIS MOTHER?! BUT- BUT-“

“I’m really not, Keisuke is a liar. I’m his sister, fuck’s sake!”

That seemed to have them settled down for at least a second.

“Wait, Tora’s sister? As in, Dead Snake’s Tiger?”

“YOU’RE THE TIGER?”

“You kids are impossible. And stupid.” You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you tugged a strand of your hair out of your face, “But oh well, I guess your pride - and your arm, Kei - are wounded enough. I’m taking you out for ice cream. Also, Kei, baby, you look fucking stupid with those glasses.”

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kxhbee · 1 year

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Love From You

Part Three

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,680 words

~ You fell first but Rowan fell harder

~ Not my best work

~ Not proof read

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHORS NOTE

A/N:

I’m so sorry this took longer than I wanted! I wrote an alternate version of this (specified in bottom a/n.) and I’ve had a pretty busy week. But here’s part three! There will be a part four :)

Distracted by all the happiness you were feeling right now from finally talking to Rowan and even having his hand in your own, you completely forgot about the plans you made earlier.

This includes the person that’s standing right outside the Nurse��s office, gaping at the people in front of her.

“Oh. My. God.” She squeals. “You finally spoke to him.”

“Enid…” You can already hear the secrets that are about to be shared and the things she’s going to say to embarrass you, as if you preordered them. God it would be useful if I could pre-hear what Enid was going to say. That way I could embarrass her before she gets a chance.

“It was about time. I didn’t really want to hear ‘Oh my god,’” She puts on an impression of you. “E, I wanna talk to Ro so much but I don’t know how to start a conversation with him. I’ve written so many stupid letters it’s insane.’” She grins at her impression, clearly proud of her accuracy and success in embarrassing you.

Your face goes red when Rowan’s face appears in your line of vision. He’s smiling softly and his head is tilted so he can see you.

“Ro?” He asks, a light blush sitting on his cheeks.

“Thank you so much, Enid.” You say sarcastically. “I’m walking Rowan to his dorm now. I’ll meet you back at my dorm.”

“Okay then! Have fun! I’m sure all that kissing practice will come in handy now.” She winks and skips away humming, a bag of soft drinks and snacks swinging from her hand.

“Oh my god, please ignore her, she lies for fun.” You turn away from him to hide your face. Enid didn’t waste one second.

“You called me Ro?” Turn around and look at him Y/N for God’s sake. Stop being a coward. You turn back to him, and his soft smile is gone. Instead, a smile wider than you’ve ever seen on him is on his face. How has my face gotten even hotter??

“Maybe…” You smile back, beginning to walk down the hallway. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No…” He mumbles shyly. “I like it… I’ve never had a nickname before.”

“Seriously?? Your family never gave you one?”

“I don’t count ‘Ro-barb’ as a nickname. Courtesy to my mother and her… odd choice to nick name me after a rhubarb.”

“What?” You chuckle. “I think that’s adorable. My one wasn’t any better, I got called “Pumpkin-Bumpkins” by my sister for 6 years straight. And still counting.”

“Still counting?”

“Yep. If you meet her at the parents day she will ruffle your hair.” Using your unoccupied hand, you reach up and ruffle his hair with the most aggression you can. Gotta make it seem like the real thing. “Just. Like. That”. You draw your hand back, smiling. He really does look adorable when his hair is messy.

“She must be an older sister then.” He says, returning the smile again. “Will she really do it that aggressively?”

“If you thought that was aggressive, you’re in for a treat,” You make a turn onto some stairs as you talk. “and you’re right. She’s about 20 now. She used to come here. Mind reader. One-of-a-kind.” You wave your hand around dramatically.

“I’ve never heard of a mind reader Nevermore student.”

“Yep. Would’ve been cool if I got her powers. All I got was some shit I can’t control.”

“You can’t control your powers?”

“Nope. I don’t even know what they area So far I’ve… accidentally set fire to my desk at my Normie school- the one I was at before I transferred here, because I was stressed about a surprise test, smashed a glass souvenir with my mind because I was disappointed that I got expelled from said Normie school, and some other stuff.”

“Like throwing me across the room with your mind?”

You stop and gape at him.

I forgot I would need to have this conversation.

“Surely you didn’t believe that I thought a fencing sword did that damage.”

“Aren’t you mad?” You ask cautiously. All this work to get to a friendly point with him is about to go out of the window…

“Are you kidding? From your reaction I assumed that you had no idea what you were doing. Of course I’m not mad.” He stated matter-of-factly. “I could never be mad at you.” He mutters the last part under his breath.

“What was that?” You ask, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Nothing…”

“Right… anyway, it’ll happen less. I’m taking extra lessons so we can figure out what the hell is going on. Hopefully I stop sending you flying across the room.” You wink at him.

He laughs nervously, his cheeks turning a light pink.

“Well if you need some more help… I’m here? I mean, I can’t help as much as the teachers can but I can help in some way.”

He stops walking and stands out the front of a dorm door, letting go of your hand. You can’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

“This is my room… um… thank you, Y/N. For everything you did Today. That includes throwing me across the room.”

You laugh.

“You’re welcome, Ro.” You watch his face go slightly redder at the use of the nickname and you smile at him. “And thank you, for the help offer. I’ll definitely take you up on it, especially if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

Smooth Y/N. Good job.

“That’s great then! I’ll um… see you around.” He opens his door but you put your hand on top of his, which was resting on the doorknob.

“Wait… sorry if this is sudden, but can I,” You take a breath in. I won’t get a yes if I don’t ask. “Can I get your phone number?”

Silence. He looks down at your hand that’s still resting on his and you pull it back. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him. You’re about to apologise but he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Just um… just give me a second. I don’t have it memorised.”

You pull your phone out and hand it to him. He pushes his glasses, which had fallen down a bit, up higher on his nose. Every single thing that this man does leaves you weak at the knees. Surely it’s not healthy to love the way someone does every little thing. Like the way he takes his blazer off when the Greenhouse gets too hot. Or the reflection his glasses leave on the walls, tables and floors when the sun shines on it. Or the way he loops his handwriting when taking notes. You’re completely starstruck by him, but are you complaining?

It takes you a while to realise that he’s done. He holds the phone out to you, waiting for you to take it.

“I’ve also put my instagram in there… I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh! No that’s okay, I’ll follow you right now.” You tap the ‘request follow’ button on his profile and look back up at him.

“Wait… stand still.” You open the camera app and point the camera at him.

“I need a contact photo for you… smile! You can take one of me too.” He smiles awkwardly. It catches his personality perfectly.

“Can’t we… take a selfie?”

“That’s an even better idea! Come.” You pull him close and wrap an arm around his shoulders, holding up the peace sign. It’s your go-to pose, as is most people’s. Rowan looks up at the camera and smiles again, but this smile seems more genuine. You can’t help but notice the light touch of pink lingering on his face. It ties the photo together well.

You send the photo to him and finally say goodbye, feeling happier than you have in a long time.

“You guys are so cute.”

“AH WHAT THE FUCK.”

Enid laughs.

“How long have you been there? I thought I was meeting you at my dorm?”

“I got bored so I decided to catch up with you.”

“Did you even make it to my dorm?”

“No.” She says, holding the bag up so it’s level with her face. “I got bored.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”

“So… you and Rowan, huh?”

“Oh come on. We’re just friends.”

“You held hands.” She points out.

“We hold hands.”

“Point taken.”

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After making sure the door was closed, Rowan leans against it, sliding down to sit on the floor, the photo that Y/N sent to him open on his phone. Someone wants to be my friend. Someone actually wants to be my friend!

It’s been far too long since Rowan had made a friend. He’d tried- of course he had tried. But he had zero luck, so he believed he was destined to be an outcast.

Until someone showed up with their perfectly enchanting smile and threw him across a room.

“What was all that about?”

Rowan scrambled to his feet, turning his phone off as fast as he could.

“Oh. Hi. I thought you were at fencing.”

“Just came back.” Xavier throws his helmet onto his bed and takes a seat at his desk.

You can see the complete difference in personalities between Rowan Laslow and Xavier Thorpe just by looking at their shared room. It’s split almost perfectly down the center, with two desks on the same wall. Xavier’s desk looks like the rest of his room- there’s clutter everywhere; clothes, books, pencils, a towel draped over his chair, his school bag sitting messily on the floor, and his bed is unmade. Rowan’s side however is much neater. His books are stacked neatly in a bookshelf, his drawers contain all of his clothes, cleaned and folded, his pencils and pens are ordered neatly in pencil holders, and his bag is sitting on a shelf above his shoe rack.

They could not be more different. Which is exactly why Rowan is in full belief that he and Xavier Thorpe will never be able to get along as friends.

“So. What was that all about?”

A/N:

Hi! The alternative I had drafted was one where Xavier opened the door and saw Y/N and Rowan before he let go of your hand, and started teasing you guys. If you’d like the alternative let me know!

I’m also planning to build a friendship with Rowan and Xavier, and I’d like to put Wenclair in this fic but I don’t want to upset people who don’t ship them, so I’ll think about it before I add them.

This wasn’t proof read, so I’m sorry if it’s got any errors.

Hope you enjoyed :)

- Kai

#Rowan Laslow #Rowan #Wednesday #Rowan Laslow x Reader #Rowan Laslow fanfic #Enid Sinclair #Xavier Thorpe #Calum Ross #rowan x reader #love from you

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maggie-004 · 10 months

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence - 3

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After helping Jenna Ortega, Y/N invites her to stay at her apartment when Jenna's hotel reservation is canceled. Jenna accepts the offer, and they bond over music and their shared vegetarian lifestyle while enjoying Chinese food and planning Jenna's stay in Austria for another 1 and a half weeks.

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“Oh, cool cool, I’m here with my car soo uhm do you need a ride?” I asked Jenna, trying to not freak out. “Uh yeah that would be great. Where do you even live, like do you have a house or-“, “What a house, you’re funny, no I have an apartment nearby. Houses here in Innsbruck are very expensive, if you wanna buy a house, that’s not the size of an shoe box you’ll have to pay at least 5 Million euro. Even to buy an apartment is really expensive. Mine costed around 500.000 euro.” I nearly cried out of laughing “Come on let’s go to my Car, and maybe close your mouth on the way there, Innsbruck is a very expensive city” I laughed at how shocked she was, it really is normal around here. “Yeah let’s go, sorry. I am really shocked right now your apartment is just a little less worth than our house in Coachella and my apartment in LA is way, WAY cheaper than yours” Jenna explained while we went to my car. “Oh really I thought America is more expensive than Austria.” I said while unlocking my car.

“apparently not, I really thought Austria would be very cheap, well I thought wrong. Oh is that your own car or is it your parents?” “No it’s my own, I love this car” I proudly said while getting in to my Ford mustang Mach-e. “Wow I thought you were a nursing student, by the way how old are you?” Jenna glanced at me while I connected my phone to the car. “I’m 19 (feel free to put in your age) how old are you?” I asked Jenna. “Woah how do you have an own apartment, a car like that and your job at the age of 19? Oh yeah I’m 20 but I’m turning 21 this year” she said and smiled at me. “Oh you’re not old yourself, you know for what you’ve reached so far. Well I started to study at 16, I skipped a few classes and I wanted to move out from my old home so I started to save money and I do make money besides school so yeah that’s pretty much it.” I just explained when we drove off, I played some music and I could see from a side eye that Jenna was enjoying it. “wow so you are the youngest in your class, at least I suppose? And how do you manage to make money, well enough money for all that while still going to school. I know that my sister, Mia she is 2 years older than me, is now nearly done with nursing school and she barley has time to work a part time job and make enough money for anything like this. Oh yeah before I forget to ask, where do you find those remixes we’re listening right now” She asked me and started to get into the music even more. “Oh she’s a nurse as well? That’s so cool, but it’s true. When you’re in nursing school you don’t have enough time to make some Money, except you are lucky enough, like me, to make your money doing something you love, for me it’s DJing. I have my YouTube channel and I have now nearly 5.5 Million subscribers, that’s where you can find those remixes by the way. That’s how I make my money. I’ve never shown my face though so I live a normal life. I collaborated with one of my best friends I met online her name is Antonia aka. RevedTV, I really got a lot of subs from her community. All in all I’m just lucky” I explained smiling because that really is just luck and it’s so cool to receive so much good karma. “Okay, wow yeah I don’t really know what to say here, I’m flabbergasted. Congrats on that and you got to tell me your artist name, I really want to listen to more of your remixes.” Jenna said, and to be honest that made me so proud of myself because everyone knows that Jenna is addicted to music and that she has a certain taste of music, I think she has a really good taste in music, but I got ripped out of because we were already pulling up to my garage.

“Thank you” I just realized that Jenna was talking to me earlier, I kind of zoned out, I still got to tell her about my ADHD otherwise she might thinks I’m rude. “Sorry for not talking to you sooner, I kind of zoned out, you know I have ADHD just wanted to clarify so I don’t come off rude. Sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, that’s ok you don’t seem rude, I know how it feels to zone out, happens way to often to me too” She just giggled at me. “Oh thank god you can relate to the zoning out, hey believe it or not some people don’t zone out at all. It really shocked me to learn about that” I explained living through the exact same feeling as I did when I first learned about that. “Yeah no way, you’re kidding right?” she asked me “Nope. I’m not kidding I swear”. “Wow second time you made me speechless today, just for your information, normally that doesn’t happen to me and certainly not twice”, “ Okay and what exactly does that mean?” I asked her while we got in the elevator I live on the 3rd and 4th. I jokingly started to tease her “Do I make you nervous … nahh just kidding” I laughed and I’m not sure but I think Jenna blushed a little but maybe it’s just my imagination. We arrived at third floor and I unlocked the door, holding it open for Jenna “Milady, after you” “Thank you”. “You can keep your shoes on or how ever you like, feel comfortable, do you want a little tour so you see how we Austrians live” I asked her. “Yeah sure I’d love to” she said while she took off her shoes. “ Okay first room to your right is my guests bath, next to it the guests room and a little storage room” “Mhm oh the furniture is soo cool” Jenna said. “Then you should wait until you see my room, anyways around that corner is my kitchen and the eating era, come on.” “Woah I definitely wasn’t expecting an all-black kitchen it’s so cool and so big. Y/N you have a really nice furnishing style, I love it here.” Jenna said. “Thank you so much yeah I really took my time because I want to feel at home here so no compromises with anyone, you won’t believe me how many people said ´oh no black kitchen… don’t do this… don’t do that- bla bla bla` but as already said no compromises. Okay come on we have another floor to look at” I just said. “Another one? Wow cool you really hyped me for your room.” “Okay then come on, soo here is my bathroom, I really needed that freestanding bathtub and again a lot of black elements I love it looks so fancy. Next to my bathroom I have my laundry room nothing special in here. But now my second favorite room, my studio. Here happens all my ´Musical magic´” Jenna looked stunned at me and I just had to laugh at her face and about myself, calling myself magical. “Well I guess we make it a third time that I don’t know what to say wow, this is all so cool, amazing is that your DJing controller?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah it is if you want I can show you a few things on it later” I suggested. “I’d love to, maybe you can teach me a little bit” she smiled like a little child when I nodded at her request. “Okay now come ooonnn I am so hyped to show you my room, I really love it so let’s gooooo.” “Oh my god you’re hyping me up so much don’t hype me anymore I don’t think I could that you know… emotionally” Jenna laughed.

“Well then we’ll make it short and painless. Here take a look.” I said with the biggest grin on my face, because I know we can add another speechless Jenna moment to our list. My room is the biggest of all my rooms, it has 2 black Walls on which my Californian King sized Bed is, also it’s slightly higher than everything else because it’s build on this platform thing, where I have two huge drawers, I know I don’t need bed this big alone but I really fell in love with it, I think its needless to say that I wouldn’t spent so much money on a bed I don’t need, but I got it as a gift from one of my advertising partners. I also have a lot of plants and little decoration things, Pictures and a few fan gifts, a big ass aquarium, way too big tv, but again it was a gift, my beloved Book shelf, next to it a tiny two person couch and a desk for schoolwork and editing. But now my favorite part, my walk-in closet. “So Jenna what do you think” I grinned. “Wow this room is amazing, how long did you spent to make it look like that, and that bed oh my god can I sit on it, it looks sooo comfortable” Jenna said. “Yea you can also lay in it if you want, it was a gift from my advertising partners. I think I’ve spent one and a half months on this room, but only because I didn’t accept any help in this room, I really wanted it like I imagined. So I build that platform for my bed myself and lowered the ceiling for the LED’s.” I explained “How’s the bed?” I laughed at how tiny Jenna looked in it. “It’s amazing but I am a little scared that I’ll get lost in it.” We both started to laugh like crazy. My stomach started to hurt out of laughter I threw myself on my bed next to Jenna and tried to calm down. Needless to say we pushed each other even more and only after 10 minutes we started to calm down. “Uhg now my stomach hurts, Jenna do you still want to drink a coffee” I asked her still giggling. “Yeah sure, can you help me up” “sure her you go, we gotta go downstairs for coffee, or are you hungry?” I asked Jenna now. “Well yeah are you?” she asked. “I am so hungry right now, do you wanna order something or should I cook?”, “Uh we can order something and I pay for it you know as a thank you” Jenna suggested. “Oh Jenna you really don’t have to that’s fine you’re my guest so please let me- “ Jenna interrupted me “Yeah and you helped me when no one did so please I insist.” “Okay thank you” I gave up I didn’t stood a chance. “What should we order?” I asked Jenna. “Well I’m currently chancing my diet for Romania so something vegetarian, do you like Chinese?”, “Oh I love Chinese food and btw I’m vegetarian too, had to change from vegan to vegetarian because of the nutritious, kind of sucks” I explained to Jenna whom nodded at what I was saying. “oh my god same, I was so devastated when I found out I had to change that.” We both ordered some spring rolls and those lobster chips the white ones. “So should we look for places you could stay, or do you maybe wanna stay here, I mean only if you want to and feel safe and everything” I offered her, not really knowing what she’d say and hoping to not scare her away. We sat in my 2nd floor and before she could answer the doorbell rang. So I had to run down and get the food. “Hey Jenna do you wanna eat in the living room or down here?” I yelled up. “ Uhm however you want” she yelled back. So I got everything we need form the kitchen and got back up. “ I think it’s more comfortable if we stay here. Well about my offer-“ Jenn a cut right in “Uhm I’d love to but only if you’re really fine with that.” Oh my god, I think my heart is about to stop. Jenna really is going to stay at my place. “Yeah totally I can set up the guest room, you can stay as long as you want. I really mean it. How long are you staying in Austria anyways?” I asked her. “for another 1 and a half weeks, we are going to start promoting Wednesday, so the rest of the Wednesday cast comes here tomorrow, and thank you for everything”

A/N: Wow these are getting longer, fyi English is not my first language. Still hope you like it :)

#jenna ortega x reader #actors #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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Chrissy dating a male! Reader who is becoming a nurse headcanons

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝘾𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙉𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Before You Interact - Rules Of My Blog

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him — she refers to you as her boyfriend [fem aligned DNI with this particular post]

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Pure fluff bc Chrissy deserves better :)

𝘼/𝙉: This was what I had completely written out like last week and went to post it and my tumblr fucking ate it. :) anyways, we’re back now. Also you’re in your first year of nursing/med school when Chrissy is a senior. I hope this is like. Alright. I was pretty young when my sister went to school for nursing so I remember a bit, but not much.

𝙏𝙒: Very very brief mentions of injuries/bruises (she’s a cheerleader like shit happens), petnames (she calls you baby; you call her Angel), I think that’s it.

Everybody knows that Chrissy Cunningham is head over heels for you.

And by everybody, I do mean quite literally everybody in Hawkins.

She was really drawn to you because of how sweet and compassionate you were, so it didn’t take long to start dating.

During high school, you had extra classes as prerequisites for your future schooling. Chrissy didn’t mind, and suggested that you study in the gym while she had cheer practice after school.

As soon as you started hanging out during said practice, she IMMEDIATELY had to introduce you to everybody.

“This is my boyfriend! He’s studying to go into nursing next year.”

Unlike Jason and Billy, the team was really interested and thought your career path was cool. They pretty much adopted you onto the squad instantly.

Chrissy’s got a pretty average tolerance when it comes to pain, but she DEFINITELY will let you baby her as a joke.

The first time it happened was during practice in her junior year. Everybody was in the gym working on the pyramid for the upcoming game, and Chrissy was higher up in the chain. Everybody made sure to lay out the mats, but it only helped a bit when she stumbled after reaching the ground.

You were nose deep in a textbook and didn’t notice what had happened until you found her limping over to get a drink. Everybody had decided to take a break, leaving you to check up on her.

“How bad does it hurt?”

“Baby, it’s fine. I just didn’t make the landing.”

She laughed when you moved to play a medical version of 20 Questions, asking her to extend her leg and wiggle her foot. The strawberry blonde did get concerned when your expression grew more serious and you shook your head.

“Nope, this isn’t good, Angel. I’m afraid I have bad news.”

“What? You can’t be serious — I just rolled it! I’ll be fine by tomorrow!”

You wiped a fake tear from your eyes. “I don’t think you’re gonna make it, Chrissy, I’m so sorry.”

She lightly punched your shoulder and laughed along. When that was over, she gave you a quick kiss and then held the cold water bottle to her ankle for a bit. When it was time to leave, you scooped her up onto your back to carry her to the car.

Since then, you insist on being dramatic because it makes her laugh. Deep down, she just thinks it’s nice to know that somebody cares, and that you’ll do anything to take care of her.

Loves it when you kiss any bruises that she may get. It’s just so gentle and loving and sends her into orbit.

If she had just a tiny bit less self control, she would’ve paid for a billboard or something to announce when you got accepted to your dream school. She was as excited as you were.

During her senior year, you asked her to move in with you. It’s a lot better for a multitude of reasons but she’s just excited to come home to you after a long day. Normally, you’re in the living room working on things, and will unpack her cheer stuff after she walks in.

She absolutely loves hearing about what you’re studying in the moment. Your eyes light up and you get so passionate (even if it’s something boring). It reminds her of why she fell for you in the first place.

After school, your first job is just at the local hospital, but she doesn’t care — it might as well be the most prestigious place in the whole world. She’s your #1 cheerleader — no pun intended.

She also insists on keeping everything regarding your accomplishments. You’re mentioned in the local paper? It’s going into the memory box. Somebody left you a nice note? Into the box. Got your badge updated? The old one is being put into the box.

Chrissy Cunningham cannot, for the life of her, keep her hands off of you when you’re in scrubs. That’s all.

The watch you wear is from her. Specially engraved with both of your initials on the underside. Any time you have to check somebody’s heart rate, the watch makes you think of her.

She also 100% knows how to comfort you if you’re exhausted or have had a bad day, and will do anything in her power to make you feel better.

Chrissy Cunningham couldn’t be more proud of you 💕

More male/GN reader content on my blog. Reblogs over likes — it helps other people find my stuff, as well as motivates me to make more stuff. Stranger Things requests are still open!

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softbobamilktae · 2 years

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The Strings of My Heart [21] - Home for the Holidays

← Chapter 20 | Chapter 22 →

Pairing: Zoro x Jupiter

Genre: fluff, angst, f2l

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of neglect and trauma

Summary: Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?

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It was nearly 11 o’clock when Zoro arrived at Jupiter’s house. She’d given him the garage passcode, so he expected her to be asleep when he walked inside. She was almost always asleep at this time, much to his disappointment when he’d been back in California.

Zoro dragged one of his suitcases out of the back before heading inside. To his surprise, he was tackled nearly the second he walked through the door.

“You’re home!” Jupiter squealed.

He wrapped his arms around her and spun her around. Once he set her down, he brushed her hair out of her eyes so he could look at her.

“Hi there.”

She grinned, wasting no time in wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. You can thank Cyan for driving me up here. I could barely get off the couch this morning.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Let’s not drive across the country in four days again, ok?”

“I completely agree.”

The two of them lounged on the couch while Jupiter boiled some water to make him tea. Zoro laid his head in her lap, and she took this as an invitation to play with his hair.

“How was your trip?”

“Pretty boring. There’s not much to do with one person driving for three days.”

“Did you have a good time with Cyan?”

“Yeah. It was really good to see him. I’ve missed him. He said he might come up here sometime if he gets the time. He’s in nursing school, so he doesn’t have a lot of free time.”

She hummed. “How was Thanksgiving? We never got to talk about that.”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m never leaving you for more than a month ever again!” He paused to consider what to tell her. “Luna and Kohen are getting married in mid-March, so I might leave early to go to that.”

“You’re going to leave me so soon?” Jupiter whined. “That’s three months from now!”

He chuckled and patted her cheek. “I won’t be gone for too long. I might come back April tenth.”

“You’re missing my birthday,” she pouted.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

She smiled softly. “Don’t be. I’m teasing. I think it’s important that you spend some time with your family and see your mom on her birthday. If I had a son like you, I’d want you home all the time!”

“Don’t worry. Someday, you’ll have a mini me running around the house.”

“Oh, will I? Is that a promise?”

“Unless we only have daughters, yes.”

She grinned. “I suppose then I’d just have to have a daughter like you. If we were older and didn’t have kids to take care of, I’d marry you right now and we could start a little family.”

“Taking care of your siblings doesn’t deter you from wanting that?”

“Nah. They’re all pretty great. I’m going to be honest, it’s a lot easier when I’m not the person at home all day with them. The nanny I found is awesome. I’ll miss her.”

“Hey, we’ve gotta keep her on speed-dial as a babysitter. The two of us need time to go on dates, right?”

“I suppose you’re right. Thank you so much for watching everyone over break, though. I trust her a lot, I’m just not sure how well she’d do with everyone around the clock. She usually just has Aurora and Comet until four.”

“Are you paying her to cook, too?”

“Stella helps her sometimes, but yes.”

“Dang! Where on earth did you find such a woman?”

“She’s the daughter of our CFO. She comes highly recommended,” Jupiter laughed. “I trust her mom’s judgement a lot, so I was willing to give her a chance. I’m so glad I did.”

“How old is she?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Oh! She’s young.”

“Yeah. She’s getting married in the summer.”

“Good for her.”

Jupiter’s kettle went off then, and she patted his chest. “All right, get up.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes! We both need tea and sleep!”

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Zoro sat up in bed as he felt Jupiter shift again. She’d been rolling around for the past hour, and neither of them had fallen asleep yet.

“Honey?” Zoro asked softly.

Jupiter hummed.

“Are you ok?”

“No.”

Zoro crawled to the head of the bed and laid his head where his feet had previously been resting. He draped his arm across her abdomen.

“What’s up?”

“Miss my dad,” she muttered, turning towards him. “I shouldn’t miss him. This is silly.”

“Why shouldn’t you miss him?”

“He’s not like your dad. He was never Daddy to me. He was just…my father by blood. You know? He paid for me to stay alive, and that was about it. I barely ever even saw him because of how often he was gone.”

Zoro reached up and rubbed her cheek. “I think you have every right to miss him, then. He’s been gone for a while to you.”

She blinked, finally letting the tears slip from her eyes. “It just feels so ridiculous, Zoro. I never missed him when he was here. In fact, sometimes I wished he weren’t here to nag me and tell me everything I was doing wrong. I shouldn’t miss him. I shouldn’t miss that.”

“Hey…” Zoro frowned as he wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I don’t know what that’s like, but I’m sure it’s reasonable. When he was here…you at least had the assurance of freedom. And…” he sighed. “I don’t know. I think it’s normal to miss him, even if you didn’t like it when he was here. I had a friend once who didn’t treat me well, but I’d learned to rely on him, and after he left, I found myself missing him, even though I knew if we got together again I wouldn’t enjoy it. Human emotions are…strange. I think that with most emotions, there isn’t a way you should or shouldn’t feel them.” He paused. “The important thing is how you act on them.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “How am I supposed to act on this, though?”

“I think this is an emotion you can’t act on. He’s gone. You can’t go back to him now. All you can do is miss him.”

Jupiter reached out and threw her arm over his waist, pulling him close. “Can you just hold me tonight?”

He wiggled his other arm underneath her and pulled her against his chest. “Of course.”

The two of them lay there for quite some time, and Jupiter found herself laying on Zoro’s chest as he stared at the ceiling. He was running his fingers through her hair, apparently still awake as well.

“I love your stars. They remind me of home. Hyeon had them in her room when we were little, and she started sleeping in my room, so my parents moved them in there.”

Jupiter smiled. She’d considered taking those down many times out of sheer embarrassment, but she’d never had the time. Maybe it was a good reason she’d never gotten around to it.

“That’s cute. Did you guys share a room?”

“No. Um…she started sleeping with me after the incident. I think she knew I didn’t like to be alone.”

“She’s a good sister.”

“She is,” Zoro agreed. “She really helped me. She’s been my best friend since we were pretty little.”

“I like that you guys are close. I’ve never really been close to any of my siblings. We just seem so distanced because of our age gaps.”

“That’s understandable. Hyeon, Jiho, and I were all born pretty close together, and by the time Ara and Jinsu came along, we were ready for more siblings. And then Noah came, and he’s so much fun. For you it was like no siblings and then six, though.”

“Yeah,” Jupiter yawned. “We can go to sleep now. I’m sorry for keeping you up.”

“Nah. It’s only nine back home.”

She hummed. “Goodnight, Zoro.”

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The next week was pure chaos. Half the kids had Christmas parties to go to, and Jupiter’s mother was flying down to Florida for Christmas with the baby. This meant Zoro did basically nothing but drive all week, and New York traffic was considerably worse than even LA had been.

If this hadn’t been bad enough, a loud screech echoed through the house one morning as Zoro was running around trying to get three tiny people ready to go while making sure the older boys were all properly dressed to go sledding with their friends. He set Comet down in the crib before sprinting down the stairs to Stella’s bedroom.

“Stelle?” he asked, tapping on her door.

“In the bathroom!”

He pushed her bedroom door open before taking a few steps towards her bathroom door.

“Are you ok?”

“No…” she muttered quietly. “I’m bleeding. I think I started my period.”

“All right. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

Zoro’s first instinct was to call Jupiter, but she didn’t pick up. He tried Hyeon next. His only hope was that she was still awake now. He did not want to have to call Luna.

“Hey, Oppa! What’s up?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Stella started her period…and I can’t get ahold of Jupiter. What should I do?”

“Is her mom not home?”

“Ha. Nope. She flew down to Florida yesterday.”

“All right. Does Jupiter have her own bathroom?”

“…yes?”

“You need to go look around. See if she has pads. If she only has tampons…you’re gonna have to go shopping.”

“All right. Give me a minute.”

It didn’t take long for Zoro to conclude that Jupiter did not have pads. The boys would have to be a little late to their sledding party.

“Hyeon, you’re going to have to come shopping with me. I’m gonna go tell Stella and Venus real quick.”

“All right.”

Zoro informed Stella that he’d be back in eight minutes, to which she just responded with a distressed ‘hurry, please!’ Then he was out the door after telling Venus to make sure her brothers got ready to go.

“What are we looking for here?” Zoro asked after showing Hyeon the options.

“Um…try the purple packet. The one that has wings? It says eight hours on it. That should work for now. If she needs others, I’m sure Jupiter can take her shopping.”

Zoro grabbed said item off the shelf and confirmed with Hyeon that it was the one she’d told him to get before heading to the check-out counter.

“Thank you so much. My last resort was going to be Luna, and who knows if she’s even awake yet.”

“She texted me a few hours ago saying she was having contractions, actually.”

“Really? Wow. I hope she has the baby today. She’ll miss Christmas Eve dinner if not.”

Hyeon chortled. “You know Grammy would take it up to the hospital for her if she had to.”

“You’re right, she definitely would. I’ve gotta let you go now. We’re already going to be late for the party I’m taking the boys to. Thank you again for helping me. I could not have done that without you.”

“You’re very welcome. Since you’re not going to be in Seoul tomorrow, you have to tell me Merry Christmas in the morning.”

“My morning or your morning?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

“All right. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye bye.”

“Bye!”

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Hyeon kicked the closet door shut behind her as she headed out to the living room.

“That was close! He wanted to FaceTime!” she squeaked as she sat down on the couch next to her mom.

“Why?” Zelda laughed. “He doesn’t usually like to FaceTime.”

“Jupiter’s little sister needed pads. I told him to just send me a photo and that I wasn’t presentable.”

“Glad that worked. It would ruin the surprise if he finds out we’re in California.”

Hyeon grinned. “I can’t wait to see his face. Why isn’t his birthday for another two weeks?”

“Well, we have Christmas, your appa’s birthday, New Year’s…and then we get to see Zoro.”

Hyeon scoffed and waved her hand. “We should just go up there as soon as Christmas is over. We haven’t seen him in forever!”

“You’ll have to talk to your appa about that. If he wants to head up to New York a few days early, I don’t see why we can’t.”

Hyeon grinned mischievously before running off to find her dad.

“Hey, if he says no, you need to respect that!”

“I know, Mama!”

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Chapter 22 →

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

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A/N: this was supposed to be fluff and then I realized the scene I was supposed to write in the middle. Whoops!

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averagepoet · 2 years

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It’s Disability Pride Month!!

So I’m gonna talk about something I’ve been thinking about recently. TW for talk about SA (nothing graphic, didn’t happen, is a fear)

Obviously with the overturning of Roe v. Wade people are worried about contraceptives and gay rights, as those are the things that were directly, vocally threatened. I think there’s an equally, if not more at-risk community when it comes to privacy based rights being taken away.

My sister, who I’ve talked about quite a bit on here, is severely disabled. She is autistic, cognitively disabled (she doesn’t know how to read, she couldn’t be potty trained, she is at the cognitive ability of a toddler, and she has been since she was a toddler) epileptic, and she has bipolar disorder and OCD. She is violent, so she moved into a group home when I was 14, I am now 20 going on 21. In her first home, that was co-ed, a boy she’d gone to school with assaulted her. They never got along, and he ended up choking her. She had bruises on her neck. Before we were told exactly what happened, we at first were terrified that one of the male caretakers had taken advantage of her.

My sister is on birth control. It helps with her mood swings, which would only get worse on her period, and it’s also a level of protection incase anything Does happen to her like we fear could. Nowadays she lives in a group home with just 3 other women, and I’m pretty sure all of their caretakers are women. But bad things can still happen. At the beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic, many states were talking about caring for people as disabled as her last, meaning people like my sister were seen as second class citizens in those states. Luckily, our state was not one of them. My whole family got Covid at the tail end of 2021/very beginning of 2022. Including my sister. She was the only one who needed to be hospitalized, since all of us, including her, are fully vaxxed. She was fine one day, seemed kind of sick the next. The day she started seeming sick, two caretakers took her to the ER and by the time she got there she had a fever of 107 degrees Fahrenheit (41.6 degrees Celsius). My mother rushed there and stayed with her, sleeping in a chair for a week while Also Having Covid because my sister is nonverbal and wasn’t able to learn sign language or how to properly use PECS when she was younger. The doctor constantly miscommunicated with my mother (told my mom that my sister would need to go to a nursing home because her current house wouldn’t take her back, which WASN’T TRUE) and said things like “She’s young, so she has a chance.”

She was allowed to go home after a week. She ended up in the hospital again in March. She had long Covid, meaning that the effects of Covid made her weaker, meaning all the meds she’s on were doing too much and causing her extreme fatigue. She was too tired to eat or drink, resulting in her slipping into a coma and experiencing kidney failure. This time, the doctors thought that she might’ve done it on purpose for some reason. When the psychologist came in he kept telling my mom that he wanted to let my sister, who AGAIN is NONVERBAL in every way, try to talk. Obviously he looked pretty stupid.

Anyways, my point here is that medical professionals are already shit when taking care of people like my sister. If anything gets worse for us, things will get EXPONENTIALLY worse for women like her. We need to be looking out for our most vulnerable population right now. I understand people worrying about themselves first, but my sister doesn’t have the cognition to understand she should be scared. Scared of not being allowed birth control. Scared of what could happen to her if she were to be assaulted. Scared of pregnancy. She doesn’t even understand what pregnancy is.

These are people who need to be protected. Disabled people are always the first to be targeted by fascism. Eugenics is the first step taken when people want to start oppressing people, because generally speaking no one does anything when disabled people are hurt. People like my sister are often seen as an extra weight on society, as a waste or resources and money. This is not true. People like my sister are a joy to be around and deserve the best care, not the shit that they deal with now.

Later on I will be posting about my own experiences as a disabled individual. Thanks to anyone who read this.

#disability #disability pride month #disabilities #autism #ocd #bipolar disorder #epilepsy #shitty doctors #shitty doctor stories #ableism #averagepoet thoughts

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whenemmafallsinlove · 2 years

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hi girl! i missed positive hour the other day, but wanted to let you know that I’m in my last year of nursing school! Do you have any advice for finishing, NCLEX? Finding jobs? I am so stressed but so excited to be done hahah.

finishing school - literally just take it one thing at a time. and understand that right now, this is a nurse's world in terms of jobs. so if you need to get a B or a C in a class, whatever. the goal is to PASS. which leads me to...

finding jobs - look for reputable hospitals with nursing residency type programs. hospitals that put an emphasis on supporting their new nurses and retaining their nurses. don't get too drawn in by big sign-on bonuses - they're nice, but they always have strings attached, and what really says a lot about an organization is how they treat their current staff with bonuses, raises, etc. also, don't put too much stock in the whole "everyone has to start in med-surg" thing!! for one thing, i think that does a disservice to people who choose med-surg because ultimately it is a specialty in terms of just how insanely busy it is etc. it's a great foundation for other things if you want to do ED, ICU etc but if you know that's not for you, and you don't wanna do med-surg, don't. you can always go back and do med-surg if need be, but there's no point in doing a job you don't want as a "stepping stone" - it's not good for you and it's not good for your patients either. i started in postpartum, loved it, moved to kansas city and switched to LDRP, hated labor, and now i'm an ambulatory clinic float nurse. i get a nice differential for floating, i get all weekends and major holidays off, and i am learning so much. i did neurotology first and now i'm with general pediatric ENTs. it's so freaking cool. and i don't know where i'll be next, but i'm excited.

as far as the NCLEX, i am someone who learns well with questions, not videos or reading stuff, so i exclusively used UWORLD! I cannot recommend it enough!! my cousin, many of my coworkers and i all did uworld and passed on the first try with 75-80 questions.

i also never did like a "oh im studying 8 hours today" sort of thing. i would study 20 questions here, 10 there, etc. in small batches that was easier for me to retain. i'd study for a week and let questions i got wrong build up, then i'd retest on those and reallllly read through the rationales. uworld rationales are SO helpful. 1000/10 recommend.

you'll do great. feel free to reach out for anything nursing <3

#emma has mail #nursing #advice

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Brittany Valim - phaware® interview 458

Brittany Valim shares her experience with pulmonary hypertension and her journey towards a heart and double lung transplant. She now lives a fulfilling life as a mother, student, and aspiring nurse. Brittany encourages others to embrace life and ride the wave, appreciating the rarity of their experiences.

Hello, my name is Brittany Valim. I am 34 years old, and I was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension in 2010. In 2009, I decided to go on a big hike, they're called the Punch Bowls in Santa Paula, California. I noticed walking up to the trail, which is a really steep hill, I started getting out of breath. I thought it was just because I just had a baby two years ago and I'm overweight. We kept going on this trail. The more and more I kept going, the more and more I started losing breath. I was holding onto tree branches to climb up these hills. Finally, when I got down from the hike, five hours later, I decided that I was going to relax and just figured my body was just not ready for that. I decided that I was going to go to the doctors. I was wrongly diagnosed for a year with high blood pressure. I was rushed to the ER after many other ER visits and I was told I had pulmonary hypertension. They sent me home to go see another doctor who disagreed with the emergency room doctors. A month later, I was rushed to the ER again, and that's when I was kept in ICU and was told that my heart was so bad that I could have possibly died. When I was in the ICU, they were trying many different IV medications. I remember them trying one of them. I remember getting so sick that we could not do it. I think I was in the ICU for about two to three weeks. My hardest thing was not, “Oh my goodness, this disease I have,” it was more, “My son is at home, and I cannot see him,” because the swine flu was pretty big at that time, so no visitors could really come in. There were people passing away all around me, so that was freaking me out and giving me anxiety. Then, at the end of my stay, we finally figured that Letairis and sildenafil would be my treatment from then on out. I have idiopathic pulmonary hypertension. They have no idea how I got it. I believe that it was from my son. I can't quote that, no doctor has said that's what it's from. But when I look at pictures from after me being pregnant until I was sick, my neck was pretty swollen and so was my face. I just took that as maybe my heart had a lot of fluid around it, and no one really saw it before then. I was 21 years old, and I wanted to do what every other 21-year-old wanted to do, and that was going dancing and hanging out with friends. So, those first years, actually, for a long time, I struggled with having this diagnosis because I was in my 20s, and I just wanted to hide everything under the rug, so I acted like everything was fine. I went out and probably did way too much more on my body than I should have, but I was still taking medication. In 2018, I got sent to the ICU again. We used to tell my son that it's just, "Mom needs a tune-up. Mom needs a tune-up." I was put in there, and my doctor and my nurse at Santa Barbara Cottage Hospital sat me down and told me, "Hey, look, we need to try something new." They came up with the IV meds, the sub-q and Tyvaso at the time. I was in my late twenties now, and I said, "Oh, I want Tyvaso." I was going to beauty school, so I didn't want a pump. The thought of having something attached to me all the time just was not for me. I did good on Tyvaso, but I hated taking it. After I started Tyvaso, I was able to go to the gym. I was able to kayak with my family at that time, but I was just not compliant with taking it. It was just too bulky. I had to put it in a bag and everybody always stared at me when I was taking it. I was over it. I decided to tell my doctor that I did not want to do it anymore, and I was no longer compliant with it. He suggested that I do sub-q or IV. I had a serious talk with my nurse, at that time, at Santa Barbara who is amazing, she's my saving grace. She told me that sub-q would be really hard, and that's when I decided I want the intravenous line. From then on out I was taking it and it was making me very sick for a long time. I finally realized that, hey, I need to change my life and what I'm doing. When I got sent home on oxygen that same time, the pump isn't what scared me so much, it was the oxygen that got me shook. That's what caused me to say, this is the real deal now, this could be your life forever being on oxygen and that's when I decided to change my partying habits, my cooking habits, my exercising habits. I was ready to change. IV meds, did save my life for a while. For about five or six years, I was on IV meds, and in 2018 when I moved to San Jose, California from where I had been before, I started noticing that I was just not breathing well. I couldn't work as much. I was getting sick more often. We started talking about the transplant list. So in February, in 2020 is when I officially got put on the transplant list. I had to have my mom come in and help me live, because there's times I couldn't even get out of bed I was so weak. I needed help with my son. Just house cleaning, I have two dogs. But it still didn't hit that, “Oh my goodness, I'm one day going to be on a table and I'm going to get lungs and a heart.” It didn't really hit me yet. When I was first diagnosed with PH, I was really alone. I didn't know that there was these groups online. Every time I went to a support group, they were all older than me. Everybody was older. I just didn't feel connected to anybody, so I felt like very alone. My mom, we were fighting a lot, because she would tell me things that I shouldn't be doing. I was telling her, I'm a grown woman, I know what's right for me. I know when to take a break. It was just really hard at first and towards the end, that's when I finally felt support from my friends, family. Then, I started becoming closer to people on Facebook. Then I started reaching out to people on Instagram. Then, I backed away for a little bit because I was starting to face the realities. I was going through so many things. I thought I was having a heart attack at times when it was just anxiety. I had a lot of support, especially from family. I had family and friends were more supportive than I've ever thought. I had so many cheerleaders of people who I had been friends with for years on Facebook and Instagram. They were just cheering me on every day. That's when I started showing my stages of this is me today, this is how I feel. One weekend, I was with my family, it was my best friend who is my cousin, it was her baby shower. That following Monday I got a call saying, "Brittany, we noticed some of your symptoms and some of your testing, we would like you to come into the hospital. We just want to check you out." I said, "Okay." I went in. They did more testing. They let me go home. I got a call on a Wednesday and they said, "Hey, I want you to enjoy your weekend with your family, but on Monday, I think it's time to put you on ECMO if we don't get a call before then." That following Friday morning, I got woken up by my boyfriend and he's telling me, "Brittany, they're calling you. They're calling you." I said, "Why are you lying to me? Why are you lying to me? Why would you even say something like that?" He said, "No, I'm serious." Because for some reason I turned my ringer off. My mom came running in my room and she's like, "No, Brittany, you need to call them back." I called them back and then that was the reality of me getting a heart and lung transplant. This was at five o'clock in the morning is when I called them back. They told me that I needed to be at the hospital by eight o'clock. Well, when I got the call, I sat there in awe for a second, because my son was still sleeping, and that was the hardest thing for me to do was leave my son. I wanted to wake him up. Well, I tried to, I don't know if anybody's ever tried to wake up a 13-year-old. They refuse to wake up. I tried and he was just kind of like, "Okay, okay, bye." Of course, being a mom and my son is my rock, that was really hard. I decided I wanted to take a shower, because I wanted to be clean. That's when we started packing my bags. But my mom said if there is anything else I needed that she would definitely pack a bag for me. To get to the hospital, it was about 40 minutes. Since it was during COVID, only one person can take me up to the room. My mom chose my boyfriend to do that. I was sad about that, but I was really happy, because me and my mom were very close and I know she was stressing out. So if we had been together, I feel like I would've gone into the OR with all of this anxiety, because I knew that my mom was hurting. I wasn't even thinking of me. I was just thinking about how sad my mom, but happy she was and so scared was. I couldn't even think about how scared I was. When they were ready for me, they allowed my boyfriend to wheel me down in a wheelchair to the OR. I remember talking to all the nurses. My stomach was just in my throat. They were asking me what type of music I wanted. I told them I don't even care what kind of music there was. I remember joking with the nurse, sitting on the table staring at this white ceiling with the big hood light. I remember telling her, "Has anybody ever told you no, nevermind. I need to go." She was like, "No, nobody has." I said, "Well, I might just be your first one to want to leave the OR." We kind of laughed about it and she gave me encouraging words. As soon as that phone rang, I heard one of the nurses in the OR say, "Okay, it's time to go." They told me to count backwards, and I don't even think I remember counting. It was a 12 hour surgery. I got out. I think it was three hours out of the surgery I started bleeding into my lungs and they had to take me back to the OR. They told my mom that it is pretty common for that to happen. After that, everything was pretty well except for waking up and realizing you cannot see. That was the hard part. I had TED's disease, so I woke up with very, very blurred vision. I couldn't see who my nurses were. I couldn't see who my doctors were. I couldn't see where my mom was. I couldn't see anything. My eyes were just so blurry I could not see. In the end, we think that it happened to be with so much trauma on your body that it caused me to have retinal detachment in both eyes. Within these three years, because my transplant was in 2020. My right eye is pretty good. I still can't see very well through my left eye. I think that's just damaged for good. My life has been forever changed. I did have a bump in the road, of course, diabetes. Diabetes comes with the territory of transplant, but mine has stayed with me. I got put in the hospital, I believe it was six months after transplant. I was just not feeling good. I was throwing up and I finally called my team because my mom, of course, made me, and my boyfriend was like, "Yeah, you do need to call the doctors." I did. I went into the ER and my blood sugar was at 650, my glucose. After that, I started realizing, okay, I definitely need to eat a lot better, which I was pretty much doing anyways because you're on so many restrictions out of transplant. You have slow emptying of your stomach. You have all of this stuff, so you can't eat fiber. Your potassium might be too high. So you're trying to figure all this out. I remember being on a high dose of steroids. I actually yelled at my mom, in one of the grocery stores, because I didn't know what to eat anymore. I just told her I wanted a starve and not eat anymore. But diabetes was my only bump in the road. I consider myself very lucky. I am the mom that I've wanted to be. I wish I can go back and be this mom back then with PH, but it was obviously hard. I am going to school now. I am a full-time nanny and I take ballet. I've been a dancer for a very long time. I did it in high school. I just always loved to dance, and I finally took myself to the JC here, and I decided to do ballet for fun. If I could give advice to someone in their twenties or just anybody in general or to my 21-year-old self, I would say ask for help. Find other people who are like you, or people going through the same thing as you, because they really do know what you're going through, emotionally, physically, they do. I know everybody's tolerance level for pain and emotions are always different, but you need someone to talk to. It's really hard to do this alone. I tried it and it wasn't the greatest. With a PH diagnosis, I didn't really live day-to-day. I didn't think of myself as passing away. I never thought about that, because I don't know if it has to do with me being a mom or not, but I just could not fathom not being here. I would fight to stay here just for my son. After having the diagnosis, I still have a great outlook on life. I ride the wave, definitely ride the wave. I now go to school and I'm going to school to be a nurse, and while I'm waiting for the nursing program, I would love to get into med school. I plan to be an endocrinologist. I've never been able to think about school, it was always, "Am I going to have enough money? How am I going to work? Can I work? Am I too sick to work?" Now I don't have that anymore. I don't have that, am I too sick? I don't feel sick anymore. My nurses, I have to thank. There's one in particular, and if she listens to this, she knows who she is. She was not just a nurse, but she did above and beyond. I'm sure there's nurses that are great out there, but she still my cheerleader today. My name is Brittany Scarlet Valim, and I am aware that I am rare.

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Gage Joseph Still Dreaming Without a Timeline in Mind

It’s a big boy dream, going to Nashville to break into the country music industry, but that’s what a 17-year-old Gage Joseph insisted was in his future. He wasn’t being cocky either; just a kid dreaming a kid’s dream. Three years ago. He told anyone who asked he’d be following Brad Paisley to Belmont College after high school to go do Brad Paisley things like getting discovered and living a singer/songwriter’s life in a place called “Music City.” “If I can be a national act that is touring the country, I would absolutely love to do that. If people love my music to that extent, I won’t stop until I get there,” is what he’d tell people about three years ago. “Honestly, that is the big dream.” Now, if you ask him the same question today, his answer is the same … but these days it comes out much differently. Joseph is a local nursing student and has slowed his performance schedule right now to just weekends to focus on his classes throughout the week. Joseph is a frequent guest on the "Belmont Brewerks Live Music Showcase" on the River Network. “No one ever really knows how it all happens as far as hitting it big, if it happens at all, so getting my education in a field my mother’s been in for so long is what I’m concentrating on right now because I have to have something. I have to have a base so I can chase my dreams,” he said. “And hey, if I fall on my butt, I’ll need something to fall back on. “I really need to get through college first before I do anything massive in terms of moving, in terms of trying to reach out with another artist to try to do a tour with them, trying to ride along with somebody. I have to finish college first,” the 20-year-old said. “And I don’t think George Strait got discovered until he was 29, so I have plenty of time.” It’s a different world these days, though, what with the internet and all of the different social media platforms, so “getting discovered” can happen in a lot of different ways. Sure, it's super cool he's playing a Capitol Ballroom show from 5-7 p.m. on February 17th for the pre-show for superstar Lee Brice, but a perfect is example is singer/songwriter Oliver Anthony and his hit song, “Rich Men North of Richmond,” and how the smash hit tune changed his life forever. “The internet can get you discovered for sure, but sometimes getting discovered can happen too quickly because you’re not prepared for it,” explained Jon Banco, a local musician who also works with Oglebay as a coordinator of special events and entertainment. “And it’s always a good idea to have a good job to fall back on and see what happens. Gage will continue playing. He’s not going anywhere. He’s just being responsible like a young man should.” Gage and his band have started to get gigs closer to the Pittsburgh area, and he also plays solo and duo shows. Local Famous And then all of a sudden, Gage Joseph was singing the National Anthem in Wheeling, Moundsville, and everywhere because he was a young man with that voice. Joseph began singing The Star Spangled Banner for groups and small functions when he was just 14 years old and then he began performing country cover songs a year later. And yes, while he was too young to consume alcoholic beverages, audience members from throughout the valley region enjoyed libations while singing along. “When you first start playing music, it all comes really, really easy and really, really fast,” recalled Joseph, who will join Billie Jo Jones as a featured performer during Oglebay's Winterfest on January 27 at the Pine Room. “Everything starts getting like, okay, hey, do this, do that, do this, do that, and once you start getting in there and you got your foot in the door at local places, it’s real easy to dream, too. But after a few years and talking to a lot of people, I’ve come to realize there’s plenty of time for me to achieve my goals. “I have a music book that has all of the songs I’ve written in it, and yeah, there’s a lot of crap in there. But there’s a lot of good stuff in there, too, so when and if something big does happen for me, at least I’ll be ready,” he said with a smile. “Gotta be ready, right?” So, yeah, the dream is the dream, and when he’s asked to explain it he may just tell you about a single moment, but Joseph admits it’s not that simple. He’s visited Nashville, knows about the honky tonk circuit, done a little singing, and even met with some folks in the business. And still. “I wanna play the Grand Ole Opry once in my life. That’s the dream." Wait for it ... “And, yeah, everything that goes with it. Yeah. All of it. That'd be beautiful. That'd be very cool.” Read the full article

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reverlybios · 8 months

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September 4, 2023.

So this is my first post back on here…I need an outlet and a release from everything. My mental health is well shit like unfortunately most Americans.

A little about me, I’m a single mom of a 4 year old boy (no, I’m not okay), I am a true Libra born on October 2,1997, so I’m 25 years old. Currently I work as a Ophthalmic Technician at a specialty eye surgery center,but I I am also studying for my real estate license.

Recently I just made a huge transition in my life to move from Florida to New York. When coming to this decision I really didn’t have many options and a lot of people don’t actually know why I ended up moving. At the time I was living with my son in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs and working full time, going to school for nursing full time and obviously being a full time single parent. My son started acting out in school and he ended up getting kicked out of school, so I panicked but I found him a new school and he started there and shortly after he was suspended from that school for similar behavior as the last school….once again as I single parent confused and not really knowing what to do and with no one to really turn to for help and advice..I had to miss work and school and important exams that unfortunately I could not make up. I quickly gave up on school to tend to my child and within the week of him getting suspended and with no child care I had reached out to my one main support system, which was my sons dads mom(my sons grandma).

My sons Grandma had recently moved from Florida back to her home town in Upstate New York and was really no longer around to help. Although we did talk on the phone and what not it wasn’t the same as being in the same state obviously.

She told me that maybe it would be best for my son and I to come to New York and just relocate. I hesitated on this idea. I thought maybe he could go visit his grandma while I figure out another school situation for him to come back to.

Side note: My family and parents live in Florida but were not helpful in any of this really.

After thinking about my situation….I decided to send my son to New York with his grandma while I packed up everything in Florida and moved myself. THIS WAS NOT EASY. But I knew I needed help and support from at least one person who could, would and actually WANTED to be there for my son and I. My son left that weekend and saying goodbye to him was the hardest moment of my life. His grandma flew down to Florida picked him up and then they both flew back to New York.

Two months…It took me two months to find a job, a place to live and pack up an entire house by myself…(Which I did) Not only that but I was moving to a state I had never even been to before which was so intimidating in itself… but it was for my son… for him to have family around and so I could have support to thrive and take a bit of pressure off of m in general.

Two months came and went… Before I knew it I was packing up the U-Haul and getting ready to hit the road…Yes Drive…I rented a 15 foot U-Haul with a drive on trailer attached to it and my car on top and started the roughly 20 hour and 1,244 mile drive from Florida to New York…Oh and by myself…which I still can’t believe..

The trip was not as bad as I imagined I stopped only for gas and bathroom breaks..I did end up getting lost in both Pennsylvania and Washington but in about 25 hours I had arrived at my destination. My sons grandma had found me a multi-family upstairs apartment in the city of Syracuse. I was actually really excited to start a new life and just new opportunities and experiences but I was most excited to see my child again. His grandma had him in an at-home daycare being watched by a family friend who had also watched his dad so that was cool. My son seemed to have been doing well there.

Fast forwarding now to 5 months living here.. I have felt kind of lost, I’m still not quite use to living here in the city being that I am from country suburbs, I don’t necessarily want to move back to Florida I don’t think that’s the case at all but I really also don’t want to live in the inner city of Syracuse. New York on the other hand is an incredible state. Lots of activities to do. The weather is much better than Florida. The mountains are insane… not only that but I’m 3 hours from New York City and about 3 Hours from Canada, which traveling has always been a big part of my life.

Here is the thing…At this very moment I feel like I went backwards, I had a nice house like I mentioned in a good part of the suburbs and, my income was comfortable and I was going to school. At the end of the day I had to do what I needed to do for my child but I don’t know its really hard, and all the changes I really think have been affecting my son…his behavior and attitude is different. I know that four year olds have their moments but in combination with my mental health everyday is a struggle to not just give up. I struggle to allow myself to believe that I made the right decision and that I can thrive wherever I am at.

I have been actively searching for a therapist and seeking help for my mental health, I really don’t wanna get worse… I just wanna be happy…

My son also starts school in two days in the city WHICH MAKES ME SO NERVOUS. It’s just so different here. I don’t even really know how to move because this is all new to me so I really don’t know how to teach it either. I’m struggling to say the least.

I really don’t think anyone will read this but that’s okay because writing as a release may be my thing.

-Beverly.

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yourkingmob · 1 year

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The MMA Combine - Tell Me When It's Over

More than a decade ago, I made a fight team after a superlative performance at a MMA combine, despite having 5 months off of training.

Save for my crappy shadowboxing and cardio at the end of the combine, I looked like a superstar: I clowned my partners at will, not using the same takedown or sub more than once and working my striking game at leisure.

(Me [in the headgear] playing around nicely with takedowns)

I had 20 different takedowns in a three minute takedowns-only match, everyone I rolled with got subbed more than three times in the three minutes round. In the full the MMA match portion, after taking a massive knee to the head, I secured a takedown and walked through his ground work like it wasn’t there and intentionally waited for the last ten seconds of the match to beat him by a standing leglock.

After it all concluded, while I was exhaustion-vomiting in the bathroom after, the head of the team told me I got the backup 170lb spot out of 10+ candidates, but only because my cardio was trash and my shadowboxing looked embarrassing. Still, if I could get my cardio up, the top spot was mine, because no one could stay on their feet against me and no one could stop my submission skills.

But, I had just finally started my real career, and I was working 47+ hours a week salaried at 28k a year. Yes, I criminally underbid on my pay in jobless-desperation, but this was at the start of a national depression that started 2 years early in Detroit. I also was over 30 and hadn’t trained more than twice a week in five years.

At this time more than any other, I was a part-timer in the sport at best: I was out of shape and rusty as death. I did the combine as a joke and as a favor to the head of the MMA team I trained with - I didn’t think I’d make the team. So on the long drive back, I knew it was over before it began.

Ultimately the team never amounted to anything - it was to be a state level amateur MMA group for the IFL and the IFL folded months later.

I later found out later that the people I was clowning while I huffing & puffing were amateur MMA champs in local promotions, .500 level mma pros with less than 8 fights and young hotshots and older killers from gyms all over.

That Saturday of the combine, I closed my SQL management console at work, fell off my office chair, wandered into the gym and felt like the entire world were mooks in an action movie and I was the star. I was literally punching miles above my weight and looked somehow amazing doing it. And despite that, it wasn’t enough - I chose my career.

Do I regret it? Sometimes, but I’m now living in a foreign country much more to my political bent, my work is fulfilling, my brain is minimally bashed up and other than some minor shoulder & knee issues, I have my health and my part time limb cranking for fun.

The one who got me to do the combine, Bellator fighter Dom O’Grady, well, he isn’t with us anymore and his team the Hate Squad have all moved on to normal lives.

(Dom in the middle, after his first MMA match)

Since then I watched amateur MMA transform to levels unheard in pro MMA fighting of when I started in this crazy sport back in May of 1997.

Amateur fighters training 6 days a week, doing two-a-days at multiple gyms plus lifting & road work. 30+ hours a week of training, if not more. Some are even using blood doping and IV rehydration with the help of local nurses.

Long gone are the days of pro fighters doing a rough steroid cycles, ECA & training 2-3 days a week. You can’t even be a part timer in the amateur ranks of MMA anymore, as a current ATT fighter and droog showed me.

This story isn’t unusual. There are tons of gym killers, supernaturally talented outliers and old school killers out there that never quite made it. Most have dropped out of the game entirely, or lurk at the edges like I do.

Injuries, kids, illness, career, whatever. We drop off one by one, trading one dream or passion for another - less spectacular one, without it being our choice.

Enjoy it while you can.

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