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doggytail-duck · 2 years
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Who knew going to sleep would be difficult after you spend half the day in the ER?
#today/technically yesterday fucking sucked#a horrible nightmare woke me at 6:30 and i couldn't sleep after that#and then i chilled a bit before my heart started going a mile a minute for no reason#and when i was leaving the house i stepped into a puddle in the bathroom because something's fucked up AGAIN#and couple hours later there i am in the ER hooked up to a heart monitor showing that little buddy fucking racing like it's competing#proceeded to sit there for like. almost five hours?? idk anymore#went to the pharmacy to get my meds. takes forever. there's a mixup. it's like 9pm at that point or something idk#and i hadn't eaten since noon#needless to say i was exhausted but sleep is still eluding me#some silver linings though: all tests showed nothing wrong really#except the bonkers heart rate#so a lot of more serious things were ruled out#and as of right now i have no reason to believe it was serious at all#i mean uncomfortable? scary? even painful? yes. but the doc said my heart is fine so i'm inclined to believe him#and second of all: people were SO nice to me all day#all the nurses and other staff were really nice to me and the doctor seemed to listen to me#and he didn't belittle me at all when i had trouble answering or talked about my shitshow of a mental health#and my therapist let me sit in her office until i got a hold of someone to tell me where to go with this and she DROVE ME to the ER#and the taxi driver i got a ride home from waited forever when i was at the pharmacy and didn't complain one bit#and he was super nice in general#not to mention all my friends i told about this; they have been so nice#tldr; horrible no-good really bad day. people are pretty awesome sometimes though#also let it be known: if it turns out stress sent me to the ER i'm gonna howl with laughter#then i'm gonna HAVE TO take my burnout seriously#personal
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ilovewriting06 · 11 months
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Secret Rendezvous
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A/N: There will be a second part to this, maybe more idk, I wrote it for a friend but found that I actually enjoy writing for Carter and my bad habit of falling for fictional characters hit again 😅
I twiddle my thumbs in nervousness and anticipation as my brother, Dr. Mark Greene, introduces me to a group of his colleagues, well our colleagues. “Listen everybody, we have a new med student this year who is very special to me, everybody this is soon to be Dr. Y/N Greene.”
I chuckle nervously as I offer a shy wave, “Hi.” Mark rolls his eyes playfully with a laugh, “She’s also very shy but once you warm up to her watch out…she bites.”
I elbow him in the gut with a glare before letting a happy smile grace my face as Mark groans, “Ugh! Sorry Y/N/N.”
I hum before turning to the doctors, nurses, and other staff that are circled around me as Mark introduces them, “This is Doug Ross, he’s our pediatric doctor, this is Peter Benton he’s out surgical doctor, this is head nurse Carol Hathaway, play nice with her she'll dictate how well your day goes, and this is….Where the hell is Carter!?” Carter? Why does that name ring a bell?
I jump slightly as Mark yells in my ear. I cup my ear and kick Mark’s shin, “What the hell Mark! Don’t yell in my ear again or I‘ll cut yours off and shove it down your throat!”
I blush as everyone starts laughing, forgetting that there were others present. Before I could apologize a tall decent built guy comes running down the hall with a clipboard and papers. When he skids to a stop he’s huffing and puffing for air, “Sorry Dr. Greene, I got held up with a patient.” I chuckle as Mark shakes his head, “Yeah, alright, it’s fine, jus-,” Mark gets interrupted by a woman I quickly recognize as Susan, “Hey, Mark, we need you in curtain two. Oh, hey Y/N/N.”
I wave at Sharon as Mark groans before looking at me apologetically, “Y/N sorry I gotta go but you’ll be spending 99% of your time with Carter so uh, get to know each other and he’ll show you around and help you get the hang of things.”
I nod as Mark walks away before turning to Carter. When I take in his features my breath catches in my throat. Oh God! That’s why I remember him! A couple months ago I hooked up with another med student and thought it would go further since he seemed pretty interested in me, just as much as I was interested in him, but I woke up the next morning alone and I never saw him again.
When he meets my eyes his mouth drops slightly before he glances around and grabs my hand pulling me into an empty room. When he turns to me his eyes are wide and frantic, “Y-you’re the- oh God he’s gonna kill me! Why didn’t- how did I-,” I tilt my head as he has an internal breakdown before grabbing his shoulder and stopping his pacing, “Hey, John, calm down. It’s okay.” He relaxes slightly before shaking his head and freaking out again, “No it’s not okay, I slept with you! I didn’t know you were my boss’s sister! I should have known, oh God how was I so stupid!? That has to be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made!”
I feel my stomach deflate a little as I drop my hands from his arms and wrap them around myself. I look down and swallow thickly before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t know I was such a stupid mistake….and technically he’s not your boss.”
I feel a warm hand circle my bicep gently while another tilts my chin to meet his eyes, “That’s not what I meant.” I look at the wall over his shoulder causing him to put his face in front of mine repeatedly as I try to dodge him. I finally laugh at his antics before realizing he did it to cheer me up, “I’m sorry, I was just freaking out but you weren’t a mistake, hell, you were the best decision I made all year.”
I feel butterflies flutter around before I furrow my brows and look into his eyes, “Then why did you leave?”
“What?”
“When I woke up, you were gone. If I was really the best decision you made, why did you leave?”
His face scrunches up in confusion and as much as I hate to admit it, it was fucking adorable, “It’s what you wanted.”
My eyes widen and I shake my head, “No! God no that’s not what I wanted! I wanted you to stay, I really like you.”
“But before we went back to your place, when we were talking you told me that it was awkward when people stayed over after meaningless sex.”
My heart lurches at the same time as it breaks, all this time I thought he wanted a one and done type thing when in reality he did what he thought I wanted him to do. I step forward and cup his face, “Oh John, I also told you that I didn’t do meaningless sex anymore, and if I took someone home I wanted them to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together before a smile breaks out, “Does that mean you want to try a relationship?”
I lean further into him with a smile as my lips barely brush his, “As long as you can handle the pressure from my brother, doctor.” He groans before deepening the kiss and tugging me closer by the hips, “I’ll risk it.”
It’s been sixth months since I first started and I love every minute of it, especially the little rendezvous John and I sneak in. The first time it happened wasn’t planned it just happened, the second time I planned and he just followed, and was very pleased with the blowjob he got in the janitors closet, the third time he planned and I enjoyed being finger fucked against the wall in the break room, that one we almost got caught for, the fourth time was a quickie in the family bathroom, the sixth time was a not so quick quickie in radiology, and the seventh…well….that’s what I’m aiming for now.
“Carter I need the gauze, the really thick one.” His eyes dart up from his clipboard before furrowing his eyebrows since I just came from the supply room, where they would be, “But you-,” I cut him off nodding, “Yeah I know, but I can’t find it.” I add a little whininess to my voice and he sets the clipboard down still confused, “Okay? I guess I can help?”
I clasp my hands together before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me excitedly as I hear Carol not so quietly whisper to Mark, “You’re sister’s an odd one, in a very lovable way.”
“Trust me, I know, I lived with it for twelve years, and now she’s living with me again.”
I shout over my shoulder slowing down slightly, “Yeah, after you practically begged me to!” He really hadn’t begged me he knew I needed a place to stay and he was adapting to being alone full time so he offered me a place to stay and I agreed.
As soon as Carter and I get into the supply room he walks right to the gauze and picks up a couple packs of it, “Babe, seriously? They were right,” he spins around to see me taking off my shirt to reveal a lacy pink bra before he drops the gauze whispering the rest of his sentence, “here.” I stalk forward all but throwing myself onto him, “God baby, I’m so horny!”
He groans into my mouth before running his left hand up my back sending goosebumps over my skin. I whine into his mouth as I grind into his thigh, “It’s over, God one week without you is like an addict going through withdrawal.”
The reason we haven’t had any ‘encounters’ over the last week is because of that lovely time of the month. Although we haven’t had sex we’ve had little dates, I even slept over with him two nights ago. We didn’t do anything sexual except a few passionate kisses that ended with us cuddling in bed watching some random tv show and sharing intimate details about ourselves. After only dating for a week I spent the night with him for the first time and now I can’t get enough of him, it’s not even the sex, don’t get me wrong he definitely knows how to please woman, but it’s the time we spend together learning things about each other and most recently, planning our future. The only downside is when morning rolls around I have to hurry home before Mark wakes up so he just thinks I got up early.
I weave my fingers through his hair before whining again, “John, please, I need you so bad.” He groans against my cheek before pushing me against the wall, “Baby I know, I can tell, I could tell this morning but what you want I can’t give you here, we don’t have time.” I pull him impossibly closer before shaking my head, “No! Please, I promise it’ll be enough, I promise!” He sighed before groaning as I roll my hips against his, “Princess I promise you it won’t be. You need nice and slow and deep. I can’t give you that here.”
I kiss his jaw with a whimper, “I just need one, one orgasm and I promise that will be enough.” He tries to pry himself away from me but I throw my left leg around his waist, “Y/N, one orgasm is just the tip of the iceberg, you need more than that, you need worked up and brought down and worked up all over again and we. do. not. have. time.” He finally pries himself away before snatching my shirt off the floor, “I promise that when we get off we’ll go home, and I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I sigh knowing he’s right before nodding, “Okay, but now I’m going to ruin my underwear. I have to spend another five hours with you and all your attractive qualities so I’m going to be in the sweetest form of hell there is.”
He smiles and hums, “Aww, don’t worry I have to spend the next five hours with a semi and all of your attractive qualities, which are far more than mine.” I scoff as I slip my shirt over my head before wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his chest, “Have you seen yourself, you’re the perfect combination. Your bright brown eyes and silky brown hair, your beautiful smile, you’re clumsy in the cutest sense of the word, your funny, cute, and have the biggest heart and truly care for people.”
He pulls my close and tucks my head into his neck while his face nuzzles into my hair, “Fuck, I love you.”
I pull back and cup his face with a wide smile brushing my lips against his, “Well fuck, I love you too.” I feel his smile widen before deepening the kiss.
“OH. MY. GOD.”
We jump apart to see Carol standing slack jawed in the doorway. I gasp before hissing, “Carol, shut up!”
She steps forward before shutting the door, “Does Mark know?” John and I shake our heads at the same time, “No!” Her surprise quickly turns to a girlish smile as she cheers, “You guys are so cute!”
I scowl and blush while John turns fifty shades of red, “Carol, you have to promise to not tell Mark, please.”
She puffs her cheeks and releases the air before she bites her lip, “Y/N/N, he’s gonna find out eventually just get it over with, it’s not like he can kill you.” My eyes widen and I shake my head, “Carol, please, I’m begging you, don’t tell him.”
She sighs before nodding, “Okay, fine I promise I won’t tell him but when he does find out, don’t let him know I knew.”
I nod once in finality, “Deal.”
When everyone is on their lunch break we decide to go over to Doc Magoos, which is where my heart got a stress test unintentionally and I’m sure John’s was about to stop.
“So fun fact.” I raise my eyebrow and look at Mark as well as everybody else, “And what’s that?”
He glared at me before leaving forward ever so slightly, “You have a boyfriend or a fling, whatever you want to call it.”
I look at Carol and she looks as surprised and scared as me, I glance at Carter as his hand digs into my thigh, where it had been sitting the majority of lunch and he looks like he’s going to need CPR in the next five seconds. I scoff, “That’s absurd.”
Mark narrows his eyes before crossing his arms, “Oh no it’s not, I know you.” I snort, “That is hardly evidence that I’m seeing someone and is now really the best time for this?”
He leans back and I glance at Carter again to see his face went from ‘oh my God I’m going to die’ to completely neutral before crossing my arms, I also notice how everyone is zeroed in on our conversation, even random people in the diner.
“Maybe not but we’re going to talk about it now. The late nights where you don’t get home till midnight or later, you disappear at random times during the day, my guess for ‘dates’, not to mention how you slip in around six in the morning thinking I’m still asleep, which I’m not. They all point to you having a fling or something.”
I sit up straighter and annoyance courses through my blood, and it’s not even at his constant need to mother hen me, “It is not a fling!” He smirks and nods, “So you admit it, there is someone.”
My eyes widen as I panic, “Uh, n-no, that’s, that isn’t what I said.” He shakes his head, “Not in so many words, but it was implied.” I scoff, “Even if there is someone, what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that you didn’t tell me. You usually tell me all these things but you aren’t telling me about this one which means one of two things, one, you know I would highly disapprove, or two, I know this person and I would still highly disapprove. I’m really hoping for one but I have a feeling it’s two.”
I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, “I-okay maybe there is someone.” He sighs, “Yeah, I figured, but question is, is it one or two?”
God I hate Mark, he always gets me to spill my guts no matter how hard I try to keep them in. I look down as I mumble, “Two.” I glance up to see Mark close his eyes and see the disappointment all over his face. I lay my hand over Carter’s, which is now rubbing circles with his thumb in a comforting manner. I squeeze his hand before playing with his fingers out of nervousness.
“Mark, you have to understand, I really like him, hell I love him. He’s sweet, smart, funny, has a heart made of gold, and he loves me.”
“How do you know?”
At this point I forget everyone in the diner is prying into out conversation, “What?”
“That he loves you, how do you know?”
“Because he told me.”
“How do you know he’s not lying.”
“I just know.”
I had never been so happy to hear a beeper in my whole life. Mark growls as he stands up before looking at me, “This isn’t over, you’re going to tell me everything tonight.”
As he walks away a sheepish smile makes its way onto my face before I yell, “I have plans tonight!”
When our shift is finally over I’m all but begging John to leave, “Please, you promised!” He chuckles, “You sure? After lunch you still want to go to my place tonight?”
I nod frantically before whining, “I just need you, need you so bad.”
He licks his lips before caving, “Alright, okay let’s go, but you have to go home. If you don’t it’ll just make your brother even angrier.”
I sigh and nod, “Yeah, okay, fine.”
When we finally get back to his place I’m practically buzzing with need, “Baby, please.” He chuckles as he shakes his head, “I have to unlock the door first.”
I latch myself to the front of him kissing up and down his neck as he fumbles with the keys, “Fuck!”
When the door is finally opened I’m pushed inside before being pinned to the back of the door. I roll my hips against his feeling the ever growing bulge in his pants. He groans before wrapping my legs around his waist and leaving wet, open mouth kisses up and down my neck before nipping at my sweet spot. I tug on his hair as I whine, throwing my head back against the door.
He groans before pulling me from the door and setting me feet back on the ground. As we stumble to the bedroom a trail of clothes are left behind us. When we make it to the bedroom I’m thrown onto the bed before John is climbing on top of me throwing my bra across the room, “Do you know hard I got from listening to you defend me? And god when you got mad and your face scrunched all up? You looked like an angry little kitten whose toy was taken.”
I mewled as I arched my body against his, “He tried to take my toy, but it’s my favorite one of all, one that I’ll hold onto for the rest of my life.” He groaned against my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I moaned as I ran my hand through his hair giving it a sharp tug causing him to moan against my chest and his cock to twitch against my thigh. I grind my pelvis against his before trying to push his head further down to where I needed him most. He chuckled as he popped off my nipple and left kisses down my stomach, “Such a needy little kitten.” I whined at the new nickname before moaning as his finger slid up my slit.
He groaned as his eyes landed on my core, “Fuck, who made you this wet?”
I try and pull his head closer but whimper when he doesn’t budge, “You, God it’s you! It’ll always be you!”
He groaned before running his nose against me and bumping my clit resulting in a high pitched moan, “Oh God!” He chuckles against me sending a wave of pleasure through me, “That’s not my name kitten.”
I wiggle my hips trying to get more friction but his hands pin my waist down as he tsks, “Nuh uh, no pleasure till you say my name.”
I whine as his nose teases my clit, “J-john.” He raises and eyebrow and I sigh impatiently, “Daddy! Please, please, please, touch me!” I see his smile for a split second before I throw my head back and moan in ecstasy. I arch my back towards him as his tongue circles my clit and his finger teases my hole. I tug on his hair receiving a groan as I whimper, “I need to cum, please let me cum.”
He sighs against me before inserting two fingers into me without warning rubbing against my g-spot perfectly. I release a high pitched moan as he bites my clit before pulling back slightly, “You can cum whenever you want to kitten.”
I moan as I release all over his digits before letting out a cry as he keeps going quickly drawing a second orgasm out of me which leads to a third and a fourth. I cry out trying to push him away as he goes for number five, “S’ t-too m-much.” He releases me from his mouth but his fingers continue their torture as he coos, “You can do it kitten, I know you can, just one more and I’ll give you a break. Come on princess, be Daddy’s good girl.”
I nod my head as tears steam down my face, “O-okay, I’ll be your g-good g-girl.” He presses sweet little kisses to the inside of my trembling thighs as the knot in my stomach grows tighter and tighter before I moan his name like a prayer as I fall over the edge again. After he rides me through my orgasm I whine and push him away again, only this time he moves.
As he moves to hover over me I pant trying to catch my breath, “Thank you.” He smiles before pressing a kiss to my lips, “You’re welcome baby.” I wrap my arms around his shoulder before pulling him down into a kiss tasting myself on his lips, “I like being called kitten.” He chuckles against my mouth, “I could tell.”
I sigh contentedly before pressing a kiss against his shoulder, “I do love you, you know?” He pulls back ever so slightly before smiling like a lovesick puppy, “I know, and I love you too.”
I close my eyes just enjoying the closeness of our bodies before John asks, “You know what today is?” I open my eyes to meet his brown ones, “No?” He smiles before pushing himself to sit up and reach into his bedside table. He turns back around holding a small box, “It’s our six month anniversary.” I can’t help but laugh at his proud smile before crawling into his lap and pulling him into a kiss, “You are so fucking sweet, you know that?” He shrugs, “You’ve mentioned it a time or two.” I smile before he hands me the box, “Here, open it.”
I take it gently before opening it. I gasp as I take in the necklace with a diamond encrusted C on it, “John I couldn’t possibly accept this.” He smiles before brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and caressing my jaw, “Yes you can, you know I’m not in any financial trouble, we’ve already agreed we want to spend the rest of our lives together, and most importantly, by the end of the night your brother will officially know who you’re dating.”
Before I even have time to answer he’s guiding me to stand and turn my back to him. As he brushes my hair to the side and clasps it on he presses a kiss to my jaw, “I decided on a C rather than a J because someday you’re last name will be Carter too, that is if you want to change your last name.”
I glance down to see the sparkling pendant laying beautifully on my chest before turning to look at John, “I want to change my last name, I mean, how good does Y/N Carter sound? It’s just meant to be.”
He pulls me closer by the hips with a smile, “It sounds perfect babe.” I pull his lips harshly into mine before smirking, “Hey babe?”
“Yeah?”
“You can fuck me now.”
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mdrambles · 1 year
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The main thing that drives me absolutely up the wall at my current hospital is how hard I have to fight everyone to get them to see patients... including their own patients! Like sometimes when a subspecialty service literally calls a patient, tells them “you have to come to the emergency department to get admitted”, and then they arrive so I call that service to say, “Hey, your patient is here!”, they act like I’ve just desecrated their holiest of spaces by having the audacity to ask them to see their own patient?? Some patients will also return to the ED per instructions by their subspecialist (e.g. “come back if your pee is red!”), they arrive with this, and I call said subspecialist to say, “Hey, you told them to come back if this happened, it happened, they’re here, come see,” and they’re like “Uh... well actually...” then ask me every random detail of my history and physical exam and try to bargain with me to have the patient seen in their clinic in a few days... what??? NO. You need to come see your patient.
(For example, one time shortly after I started as an attending, the nephrology fellow tried to dodge my consult multiple times for a teenager with 3 MONTHS of gross hematuria. Like peeing frank blood. And at some point, the fellow had the audacity to say, “Okay, well if you didn’t clarify whether the patient was on her period or not, then I can’t review with my staff” and I completely balked at them to say, “All due respect, I’m not a nephrologist, but even if she was actively menstruating it wouldn’t affect her complement levels, ASOT, creatinine, urea, or any of the other blood work that would be necessary to investigate a likely chronic nephritic picture, so why do you care?” and he said to me, “Well, how are we supposed to know if the blood in her urine today is from her kidneys or not?” “...Because she’s had gross hematuria continuously every day for 3 MONTHS? She hasn’t been continuously menstruating that long, so it really doesn’t matter. Menstruation will also not cause her to leak protein into her urine, which is also positive in today’s test.” “...Okay, but I need to know.” 🤦🏻‍♀️Alright, fine, I mean, I only work in the emergency department so it’s not like I am a real doctor or have literally anything else to do or am, y’know, also a trained medical professional.
Spoiler alert: patient was NOT on her period and her urine sample literally looked like someone poured a few millilitres of water into a BLOOD CULTURE sample... and when the nephrology staff finally reviewed the case, they ordered--wait for it--complement levels, creatinine, urea, ASOT... all BLOOD TESTS.)
In some cases, it becomes very absurd in addition to obstructive to care, and sometimes it’s just downright dangerous. For example, I had a complex patient with a sudden respiratory deterioration that was just not breathing on her own. Our resuscitation was actually very smooth and calm; the patient seemed to wake up a little during the resus at some point but still could not support her own oxygenation and ventilation, so I expressed to the parents that we would need to intubate. They were fine with this. I specifically told our coordinating nurse lead that I did not want PICU down in the resus bay until after the tube was in, and they proactively let the PICU know that we were intubating this child and that we would contact them once the tube was in, so they should start preparing a space for this kid since they literally have nowhere else they can go in the hospital except the PICU. 
Tube goes in nice and easy and we are requiring pretty high ventilation settings to continue to maintain this kiddo’s oxygenation, so they are very much a PICU patient. Once all this is set up, we call PICU.
Then... we wait. Sure, the PICU is a busy place, but they’re also very well-staffed at my hospital (i.e. upwards of 5 fellows/senior subspecialty residents on at a time during the day, IN ADDITION to residents and other trainees...), so there’s no reason that a PICU fellow could not come down right away. But okay, fine. We’re just sitting on the ventilator anyway waiting for CT to call us and tell us they’re ready.
Nearly 20 minutes later (which would’ve been the difference between life and death in some cases, so really, quite inappropriate), CT has been waiting for us for 10 minutes by the time the PICU fellow bursts in and starts getting distracted by asking the parents minutia about the history. I gently but firmly inform them that we need to take the patient to CT now, and they brush me off to keep talking to the parents. I now turn to the parents to interrupt to explain their child is being brought up to CT now, and they had requested to accompany them; the parents are very understanding and ready to follow the patient out of the room. The PICU fellow then delays further by saying, “Oh but... we don’t have a bed ready yet, so I can’t accompany the patient to the CT, but maybe if I go back to the unit I can pass off my pager and then I can come back, so--”
Finally, we have delayed this patient from their indicated management for almost half an hour, so just cut the fellow off there and tell them, “Per our institutional policy, PICU takes over MRP for intubated patients, even if they go to CT before they go to the unit. Our nurse lead let your charge nurse know.”
“Oh, no, no one told any of us, none of us knew about this patient until we received the page--”
“Listen, if you need to pass off your pager, fine, but we cannot delay this patient’s management to wait for you. My PEM fellow will accompany the patient and you can meet them at the scanner to take over.”
“But we don’t have a bed--”
“If that is still a problem by the time you meet my fellow in the scanner, they can call me and we can discuss the best plan for this patient--even if that means they have to come all the way back down 2 floors to the emerg rather than being wheeled across the hall to get to your unit.”
The PICU fellow finally nodded and scampered back off to the unit while we finally got the patient moving to the CT, and I almost regretted calling the PICU at all... to be honest, they probably could’ve gotten their s*** together faster if we had just showed up in the unit with our patient on the ventilator.
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wearileigh · 6 months
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Characters of the psych hospital -- staff
- Scott the Therapist:
This man does not actually exist and it's pretty funny. I'll tell that story another time.
- Dr. French Surname:
A young and very friendly, trustworthy seeming psychiatrist who always had a natural smile and a down-to-earth charm. He's so very... likeable. That tricksy bastard.
Dr. French Surname yields when pushed. Due to his weakness in confrontation, he relies instead on lies, deceit, and underhandedness. He tells you one thing then does another. He tells you one thing then tells you the opposite.
His surname is so fun to say and I don't agree with titles so instead I'd just shout his surname, no title, from across the hall to get his attention. Like the football jocks in highschool did with me.
- The Woman Psych:
I only met her once but she's mutually responsible for Dr. French's actions as she gives the okay. When making difficult decisions, he goes to her for guidance or approval.
- Jim the Pharmacist:
Everyone knows he's on something. He's very nice and will genuinely try to help you but you have to double check to make sure he's giving the right meds because he frequently makes all kinds of mistakes. He's been reported twice.
He's jittery, sweats profusely, his normal speaking voice is yelling, and he always keeps a bowl of candy in the pharmacy room which he eats by himself in one day. The Sweet Pharmacist thinks meth. My roommate thinks adderall since he recommends it a lot.
- The Sweet Pharmacist:
She's actually a nurse who fills in for the pharmacy. I have some stories about her. I think she cares more about patients than anyone else. She challenged the doctors twice in one day for a patient and broke serious rules for us. And ofc she's also super sweet, always smiley and friendly and doing anything she can.
- The Asshole Pharmacist:
Lazy and rude asshole. No one likes him. We all just called him The Asshole.
- Bear:
One of the nurses. One of my patient-friends had a crush on him. "He's not bad looking for a big guy." I joked about a weird romance novel of psych nurse/psych patient. He's nice and liked eavesdropping on my ER stories.
- Norwegian Guy:
She also had a crush on this nurse. "Reed from Criminal Minds is kinda hot too." His name is not Reed from Criminal Minds lol. And he's also not Norwegian.
He starts out awkward but the more you see each other, the friendlier he becomes. He was one of my favorites. I was fond and trusted him the moment I laid eyes on him which I found very weird until I realized: he's a short blonde man with a beard--like my brother is. And there's a funny story about that.
This is also the guy my roommate claimed she just ""sensed"" has a crush on me for no reason whatsoever lmao.
- The Guide:
A platinum blonde nurse whose accent is exactly like The Guide from W.WDITS. She was very nice but difficult to understand.
- The Egyptian Nurse:
She was good with english but not fluent which frequently caused problems. I feel bad but I'm really confused about how she keeps her job.
- Winston-Salem:
Not sure about her title but she was mutually in charge of activities with RHCP. She was super sweet and had a cute squeaky voice. I kind of had a crush on her lol. We're both from NC!
- Red Hot Chili Peppers:
Therapist in charge of activities with Winston-Salem. He's very friendly. We talked about music and his favorite artist is RHCP. He does not know Scott the Therapist.
- Chris the Therapist:
He is NOT Scott the Therapist. He was in charge of group therapy. Nice fellow. Asked me what I could possibly be ashamed of. That actually made me feel better.
- Asshole Night Shifts:
The night shift people were mostly awful. They'd never check on us like they're supposed to so someone could be passed out dying. They were also overly strict and rude, treating us like little children. Once they were so fucking loud the whole night it's like they were partying so I had to ask them to quiet down twice to no avail. They got paid for that shit.
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I don't really know anything about IDV, but Ada and Emil fascinate me. Can you share anything on like...who they are, why they're paired together?
Oh anon get ready because it's going to be quite long haha
Ok so quick background explanation:
-The game takes place in Victorian times
-The main character is a detective named Orpheus
-The reason why survivor characters are puppets with button eyes is (probably) because Orpheus imagines them that way
-All characters are devided into small groups and are meant to basically "play the game"
-Groups are numbered and have their own order in the timeline
-Every character is invited by being sent a letter in which they are promised something they crave at the moment
-They arrive at the manor, can't leave, can't break certain rules that are often changed depending on the group and are forced to just wait for the game to start
-We don't really know much about certain groups and identities of many test subjects are unknown
Now, knowing this, here is basically a summary of Ada's and Emil's story:
-Emil was born into dysfunctional family
-His mother struggled with mental health issues and his family was too poor to take care of him and his siblings
-They gave him up to the man who owned hounds which were used to fight in dog-fighting pit
-Emil was scolded many times for not bringing enough money, which led to the man neglected him
-One day Emil fell into the pit while dogs were fighting
-Emil survived but got traumatized and injured in the process
-The crowd seemed to be excited to see the boy fighting for his life
-The man, seeing how he can profit from this, started treating Emil as a dog, letting him fight the hounds for money
-One day, during storm, Emil got left in his crate outside which resulted in him getting sick
-The fever caused a severe memory loss and with that he ended at White Sand Street Asylum
-Ada was born into family of doctors, her father being Dr. Mesmer (someone who appears in many other character stories)
-Dr. Mesmer was considered one of the best psychologists there is and he pressured Ada to be the same as him
-From very young age Ada was forced to witness many horrible procedures done on asylum patients
-First, she did what was told
-But soon she realized everything was just torturing the patients- not helping them
-As a child Ada developed strong sense of empathy towards patients and people in general
-One day she gave some bread to a starving boy she met on the street
-It is strongly hinted that this boy was in fact Emil
-Ada's father refused to help him and it left Ada questioning his methods
-Many years later Ada found a new way to help those in need- hypnotherapy (which is not mind control)
-She secretly started experimenting on patients but to no avail- they were too weak to withstand the pain
-Once the secret got out, her funds were taken and she went to White Sand Street Asylum for an internship
-There, she saw how the asylum staff mistreated the patients
-And that way she met Emil who was diagnosed with amnesia, manic fits and severe aggressive tendencies
-Emil was closed in "the cage", isolated from other patients
-He was the only one who reacted to her hypnotherapy- it actually helped him with the pain
-But Emil was still high on medication that made him unconscious, he couldn't move or even see, he was constantly hallucinating his nightmares which damaged him even more
-Ada decided to hide away the drug nurses were using on him
-He still was in pain but he was finally conscious enough to see and understand what was going on
-He got really attached to Ada who was the only person who treated him nicely
-Ada asked him if he wanted to take meds again or let her experiment and help him through hypnotherapy
-He chose her over medicine and soon Ada's experiment begun
-Ada gave him a flower and in exchange Emil gave her a ring made from bed wire
-She asked him to teach her how to do it and soon they were both wearing their rings, falling for each other even more
-Unfortunately Ada's internship was ending so she decided to take Emil with her
-They both escaped and were on the run for many many years
-Ada taught Emil how to write and read, how to communicate with others and encouraged him to be independent
-Everything seemed to be going alright for the two but one day Emil's condition got much worse
-Strangely, an unknown man (often described as Ada's old acquaintance) found the pair, giving Ada a suitcase and promising that their visit to the manor will help Emil get better
-Now, 30 yo Ada and Emil (who's age is still unknown) joined the group 0 of the manor game.
-We still don't know what really happened to them at the manor.
If you have any more questions feel free to ask!
Also I'm curious- How did you imagined their story to be just by the fan content alone?
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Third day since the surgery. Hurts like hell, but when my meds are working it's tolerable. My foot is in a hard cast and it feels like a vice grip because of swelling with no help from fibromyalgia. At least today it feels ever so slightly bad.
Anyway, the stay at the hospital was really bad. It seemed things were broken left and right. I waited in post op for two hours for my room because they go no answer when they called the patient floor. Finally someone went there and found out the phone was broken. Then I get to my room and the TV doesn't work. They eventually got it working but of course I had to stare at walls waiting for it to be fixed. And then there was the adjustable bed, I had to put all my strength into pushing the buttons to change positions.
However that was not by far the worst. TBH some Nurses we're great, it's just the one overnight RN that was specifically horrible. Because my stomach was empty all day it triggered a cyclical vomiting flare that wouldn't let me keep my meds down. I told the nurse I needed IV meds, but she's just refused and let me suffer. I would take take the pills hoping the next time I throw them up she'd reliant. Instead when I kept telling the other floor nurse I was throwing up the meds again, the RN came to my room and basically said she's only supposed to treat my leg pain not my stomach pain. Then she said I was "badgering" her staff. I'm still so upset when I think of that. I wasn't badgering, I was begging for help because I was in agony. And it wasn't like I was asking for IV opioids, I was asking for IV protonix but since she gave me some earlier she couldn't now. And the thing was she gave me twice my normal dose for some reason. But what does it matter when you throw it up half an hour later and definitely don't get the full dose? It was all such fucking bullshit.
After she forced me to try pills with applesauce, I threw up again and then was given a scheduled dose of Dilaudid, and finally I started to feel better. At about 5 am when the sun was starting to come up, I finally got some sleep.
The next day the nurse was very nice but you could tell she was really busy. Discharge was a bit of a clusterfuck if its own. Doctor said I could go home and nurse tells me I'm staying longer and I'm like No no no no. Then I find out their setting me up with home nursing services I was never told about and don't want. I want to be left alone to recover and I plan to smoke a shit ton of pot. For the first time ever I bought myself an ounce! Sibling knows a business that costs less the more you buy and delivers!
Ultimately, I'm just glad to be home, and Giles is keeping me company.
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Von
“He’s a good doctor… I remember him telling me all the trouble he used to get up too during school, rebellious years and so what.. I remember a story he brings up often when the kids complain about tests, how he cheated often but turned around once he got into nursing school. He got drafted into the army during that time. He never told me that before… things make a little sense now..”
“Has he talked to you about his service?”
“Not until recently he’s been so… i-I can’t really explain. I mean, what does it have to do with me? The whole thing is laughable. I’m being patient, but i just want things-”
“Back to normal, I know”
“I’m getting predictable now, am I?”
The therapist smiles knowingly but offers a few words of an underhanded apology, urging them further to continue their same hour long complaining session on their actual patient
Von has been dodging their sessions left and right, leaving The Therapist to rely on second-hand scraps. They’ve been patient, they’ve been kind, but if they can’t get this asshole into their office at least a few more times, they can already see their name being the next file in the drawer…
“He- He’s been complaining about the smell now.. I know he’s been holding back on saying anything, but I can still see his eyes twitch anytime I step into the room.. It’s nice that he’s finally acknowledging me again, but now he’s talking about taking some time apart-”
The babbling brings The Therapist’s thoughts back to them. Running away- that’s not good, they’re already thinking of every place they could potentially run too, maybe they might need to get a little more hands on than they anticipated.. Before they can answer back the little clock on their desk chimes, that’s the end of their session. So they put on their best face and offer some words of… Encouragement….
Patting their rotting hand that’s close to resembling mangled bear meat as they walk them out..
They’re going to have to play this one carefully.
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Von makes due on 10 hours of sleep a week at best, farthing their dive into adrenaline junkie hood, from what I’ve gathered so far sleep has never easily come to him, much like being on time to events and knowing what to order at new restaurants. What does come easily to him, however, is death, real or figments of hallutiacions. I’m trying to make sense of the issue still myself, but what Von seems to have a knack for is being the center of a cruel, unjustful joke.  
I didn’t believe him at first and i think they knew he inkling of the doubt that closeted my mind, but after shoving the proof in my face I had to start changing my strategy.
It was fascinating how they stood in my office. A gaping hole in their head, almost breathing like the gills of a fish out of water. The vacant white of their eyes and the skin sluggish and bloated… and how no one else in the office were alarmed at the sight of this man, funnily enough the worried stares were directed to the husband dealing with the loss of the man next to him. 
Apparently, this wasn’t the only tragedy to befall Von, The Incident during his service as seemed to be the event that steamrolled everything. An enemy attack on the camp in order to steal experimental equipment turned bloodier than intended was the official record. A man in half-form broke out from inside the camp and mangled the entire medical staff, everyone except him. 
He says he seems to experience the feeling of death whenever he closes his eyes, strange and cryptic but understandable coming from a man who experienced a great trauma, and the added drug use doesn’t seem to help much but after seeing the husband for what stood in front of me, I now have to take his words with more literal meaning. What has changed him he still doesn’t quite give out, but from other “Non- Fabricated” stories I’ve managed to break out of him comes a confession.
A tragic love story, a man falling apart slowly finds love in another after coming home from war, sleep comes more peacefully and soon a family forms. Love seems to age and gray beautifully, doesn’t it? Of course, not every marriage is reflected. I am a therapist, after all. Some interstructure relationships rock and sway from time to time, especially when fathers come around during holidays.
Vons seems to make a comment on his disdain for his husband’s father on occasion, calling him a “monster” but now I guess I have to take that quite literally now mustn’t I? I would ask him if he ever seemed to show his face. What kind of monster? Does he have teeth several inches long? Does his face fall apart in the same way as your dear Alan? Does he howl at the moon? All jokes aside, this is potentially a very serious manner.
But what needs to be addressed now is the truth, and the truth is all in the details. Is it The Cruel Joke that made you do the things you did, or is it only what it wants you to see? And if so, why can I see it as well? 
It’s believable, marriages fall apart in the blink of an eye if you’re not careful. Maybe they were drifting apart as they thought. I’ve known many couples that grow distant from the stress of money and two kids going to college can cause many imbalances in what builds comfort.
Who’s to say their husband hasn’t been spending their time with a familiar friend? Staying late at their restaurant many nights, coming home later and later. Blowing your husband’s brain out isn’t a healthy coping mechanism, but it’s understandable where the anger is coming from. Trust blasting apart can do many things to a man. 
But did it happen? I can’t say for certain, but all I know is he’s here for a reason and when that note showed up on my desk signed in that sickening cursive and that hard to read ink I know I only have so much time, and this isn’t the time for runners.
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I literally just had one of the most traumatic medical experiences of my life. Definitely not the most traumatic experience of my life but it's getting out there with medical experiences. And part of it is because I'm not actually that sick but there wasn't other avenues for me. So I've been having really heavy menstrual relieving for 8 days I'm talking like gushing blood, like losing several cups of blood each day. And I've been trying to work with my gynecologist I can't afford to take off work and they keep saying OK we'll call you and then asking you to call back and then when I call back they're not there and out there and like at 1 point someone says maybe you should just go to the emergency room so you can get blood work done and ultrasound and so I decided that I decided that if I was still bleeding I would go to the emergency room.
So I got there and they took my vitals within Half an hour. They took my blood within 3 hours. I got there at 6. When they took my vitals I told them that I needed blood drawn and an ultrasound and that was why I was there and that I'd come there on the recommendation of my gynecologist. After I got blood drawn at 9 PM I waited until 3 AM to get a room. It was over another hour and a 1/2 before I saw a doctor. She finally ordered the ultrasound. And I got the ultrasound done 40 minutes later. By this time I think it was 5 AM. I fell asleep I was kind of in-and-out of sleep and and a nurse came and asked me to give me to do a urine sample. I did that. I kind of fell asleep again another doctor came and told me literally exactly the same thing as the other doctor except she told me that the ultrasound was completely normal and there was nothing on the ultrasound like at all not even the other things that we had been monitoring. Like previously I had a really thick uterine lining that was gone. Which makes sense because I have shed more Uterine lining than I have uterus. He left and then and then finally an hour later someone came and took the IV out that they had given me when they took blood and and gave me my instructions so I could go home. All in all I spent 14 hours there.
Everyone that works there was lovely and very nice. But I low key had a mental breakdown. Keep in mind I wake up at 4:30 in the morning and I had already had an entire day including including teaching and therapy. And I'm just waiting this entire time and no one is talking to me I have given you information about every single person who talked to me. I was exhausted I was so tired and I was so overwhelmed with the fact that like none of this seemed necessary to me. Like if I had a broken leg or a physical injury or something like that it would have made sense. But ultimately what I needed was basically routine it's just that none of the offices were willing to be like at all accommodating to the fact that I'm a human being who works a full time job and can't just drop everything to get a fucking ultrasound. And I kept asking people like they told me to come here and they were like yeah this is where you come. And there was like no appreciation for the fact that I literally felt like I was going to lose it they're just from the waiting and being told nothing and feeling that there's no solution. I went through this huge ordeal for literally nothing. They did not give me any immediate help.
And not for lack of trying but they're not gynecologists. And I had therapy I decided to go to therapy instead of heading to the emergency room right after work because I knew I was gonna need to cycle myself up and I literally told my therapist my biggest fear was that I was gonna go and spend all night there and come back and still be bleeding everywhere and have no solutions. And that's exactly what happened. And there's other issues like the fact that the hospital seem to only have one doctor on staff for Friday night which makes no sense to me. Or the fact that like when I got there their beds were totally full. Or the fact that like I literally came in and said I needed my blood drawn and an ultrasound and no one decided to like just do those things to order those things. I mean they all agreed with me OK you probably aren't gonna need a blood drawn And an ultrasound. But the ultrasound wasn't ordered until I had already been there for like 10 hours.
And I know that there are people who have worse experiences in the ER. But what upsets me the most of that I felt like I really shouldn't have had to be there at all. I don't understand why something as easy as an ultrasound and getting blood drawn there was no way for me to do it outside going to the ER everyone told me that it was the right choice to go to the ER. And I can tell you this I asked them if I should come back if the bleeding doesn't stop and they said yes but I can guarantee you I am not going back unless I am literally dying. And I did all of this alone. I didn't have anyone there with me I didn't have any support I didn't have anyone to advocate for me. My medication is totally worn off. I went in like the worst possible mental state and I just I really felt like I was being tortured.
And it's not really any one specific person's fault. My gynecologist's office is definitely to blame For being so unwilling to work with me. I think the hospital is definitely to blame for being so understaffed on a Friday night. But other than that like everyone was just doing their best And doing their job.
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Traitor Part 3
Y/N spent about 3 months under heavy sedation. Within those three months, she was questioned, and questioned, and even compelled to tell the truth, and even then she always said the same thing. She was questioned by cops, pro’s, people who she looked up to. Even Aizawa, who promised that he would never look her, the traitor in the eye again. But she said the same thing every single time.
“ I am not the traitor. Please, I need you to believe me.”
After a while, they stopped asking questions , because they were tired of getting the same response, so they locked her up in some high security prision, where they sent the most dangerous people, with quirks that were difficult to control. This prision, if you could even call it that housed high risk prisoners, that needed to be kept safe.
But this place, was more like a hospital. Everyone there except for the staff was in a constant heavy sedation. Most of them were in a bed, and if you were lucky you got to be in a wheel chair. Sometimes if the staff felt bad, they would wheel the prisoners around for a change of scenery.
Unfortantly the heavy sedation, only really kept her from activating her quirk, or really moving at all. Basiclly the only thing she could do was think. And despite all this, the only thing she could think of was her friends, and how they abandoned her, how they thought she did the worst things imaginable. How they compared her to her parents-, to her father, how they left her to be locked in a prision of her own mind, because she was a traitor.
And that’s what she did day after day, was think, sit and breathe. All she could do was sit with her thoughts. At first her thoughts made her sad, then that sadness morphed to anger and then in morphed into a mixture of both. Sometimes she found herself crying if she thought too much about Kirishima,  who never looked more resentful of a person in his life. Or her mentor Aizawa who looked so dissapointed. And as much as she wanted to think about other things, but she couldn’t.
In this prison a intresting day would be if a fly wouldn’t stop buzzing around, or a doctor changed her IV. But one day a nurse wheeled her in a isolated room, with a daytime soap opera on the TV. Removed the IV that was pumping her with sedation meds, and didn’t replace it. Then she walked out of the room. Y/N assumed it was some sort of mistake, and that she was scurrying to go get more sedation meds or something stronger that would finally put her out of her misery. But instead she came back with a cookie a bag of chips and a water bottle and placed it on a nearby table.
“ I removed the IV, that was was giving you sedation. The side effects should wear off in a few hours, and you should be able to walk in no less than 6. But we legally have to keep you here for 24 hours for observation to make sure you don’t have any adverse reactions to being off the meds. After 24 hours, you will be released ROR or to your emergency contact. There is food and water if you want it, and if you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to use the call button.” she spoke with a plastic smile, she seemed really genuine, but she seemed quite melobchaly. But then who could blame her working in a place like this.
But at least what she said was true. It took immense effort but after about an hour she could drum her fingers on her wheel chair, and wiggle her toes.And after 2 hours she tried to stand up, but then she fell back right on her but and never tried again.  She sat in that chair, lazily looking at the TV, unmoving and unbothered. Her back was hunched over and she would occasionaly deeply sigh. 
Eventually a new nurse walked back in. He didn’t have a nice face, but he had a warm welcoming smile. He silently wheeled her out of the room, he tried to make conversation to lighten the very stiff room, but Y/N was unresponsive. She did find herself wanting to speak, but she hadn’t in so long she thought that she forgot how to.
The nurse droned on about a lot of things, like politics, and his ex-boyfriend, who he deemed “ too stupid to function” , and about this new cat cafe that he went to recently. Y/N really payed him no mind, instead studied the new and changing scenery. The hallway walls changed from bright w, to a very calming shade of blue, to a bright and warm welcoming and yellow. 
Then he wheeled her just short of a large brown door, opened it, and wheeled her inside before promptly leaving. Inside the room was a large man, with barley any neck and a handle bar mustache. He was typing away furiously, then he turned to Y/N and tried his best to smile at her.
He stood up and began to speak. “ Hello, young lady.” he said. “ Okay so it looks like a  Toshinori Yagi, will be picking you up. He should be here shortly. In the mean time, I have your personal items, and some clothes for you. You are welcome to change. 
She managed to stand, and he handed her a brown box that she struggled to hold. He placed a plastic ziplock on top, with her clothes in them. Her knees began to buckle, and she debated sitting back down again.
Just when her knees began to go  Toshinori Yagi, appeared behind her, as if she had teleported. He noticed her struggling to hold the box, so he took it from her, and placed it at her feet.
The man with the mustache, who she figured out that she was the warden handed him some paperwork which he signed. It was alot and Y/n’s body grew tired from standing. But she waited quietly in the corner. When Yagi was done, he bowed and thanked the warden. He picked up the box and headed out of the door. Y/N followed. 
Once they were in the hallway, Yagi finally spoke to her, with his head hanging low.
“ Y/N... I am so sorry.”
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Standing Up (OG!Michael Myers x Reader)
Original post date: November 7th, 2021
Summary: YN is at Smith's Grove at the same time as Michael. Takes place shortly before he escapes in 1978. YN got sick of hearing the staff (especially Loomis) demonize Michael instead of giving him the help he needs. Maybe he just needed someone to stand up for him.
Warnings: Small amount of violence, takes place in a sanitarium, fairly heavy cursing (mostly in the middle part because YN is angry.), if you like Loomis a lot you maybe a little upset
A/N: I made this one because I get mad/sad when I think about how the mental health system failed Michael. Also I tried out using "I" rather than "you" (ex: I walked over there instead of You walked over there.) And I really didn't like it, so all my works after go back to using "you."
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The time was a few minutes past one in the afternoon. It was lunch time for everyone here at Smith's Grove. I wasn't hungry today so I was pushing my food around the tray with my fork, my chin resting in my hand. The food here was always bland. It's not surprising, honestly. They're not going to spend the extra money to get decent food here. But I wish they would at least give us some salt and pepper.
It was fairly quiet in the cafeteria. There was a little bit of chatter around, but mostly I could just hear the clock on the wall ticking obnoxiously loudly. I sat alone at a table near the wall, same as usual. I don't really like being around people too much. I liked to mostly keep to myself, at least while I ate. Glancing around, I can see everyone wearing the same plain white hospital gown. Some people sat in groups, others sat alone. Some of the people who sat in groups would eat in silence, just enjoying the company wordlessly.
I sigh and glance down at my food, which was only a step above cardboard, and forced myself to take a small bite. I needed at least a couple bites, gross as it was. I'd only been here for a couple of months now. Unfortunately, I still wasn't used to the food. Glancing up again and looking at a table several away from your own. A man sat there alone. He poked around at his food most days as well. His hair brown and slightly curly, his face was always covered by a paper-mache mask. He never spoke to anyone and I didn't blame him. I know his name is Michael and he's been here most of his life now. That thought made me sad. This place was pretty miserable.
There's been a couple times now where I've considered sitting with him. I never planned on talking to him, just sitting with company since we both seemed to be similar in nature. I have also seen how he's treated by his doctor and the nurses here. I've heard them talk about him to his face and behind his back. It pissed me off. He always wore masks that he made so it was difficult to tell if the comments bothered him at all.
I never could end up working up the courage to go sit with him. I wasn't scared of him, despite knowing he murdered his sister when he was a kid. I just didn't want to bother him. Taking a sip of my drink, I glanced up at the loud clock. Lunch was almost over. I suppose I should try to take at least another bite or two before time was up.
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It was our daily time outside now and thankfully it was sunny out. It wasn't too hot or cold. I sat on the ground with my back against the wall of the building. Much like at lunch, I didn't participate much in any outdoor activities. I typically kept to myself outside and would either sit while thinking and watching the clouds or read a book from the library. Occasionally, I would get up at walk laps around the courtyard.
Today I just wanted to stare up at the fluffy, white clouds. It always helped to relax me. Today had been uneventful so far, but it wasn't bad. The warm sun felt nice on my face and people weren't being too loud today. There were several tables outdoors but I never minded sitting on the ground. Some people read, some socialized, and others would exercise in some way.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fresh air for a few minutes before hearing a certain loud voice. I groaned when I saw it was that annoying doctor, Loomis. He wasn't my doctor, although I had seen him a couple times after I'd first arrived. I never liked him. He always talked about and seemed weirdly obsessed with treating that guy, Michael like he was a monster rather than a human being.
I pinched the bridge of my nose before glaring up at him and the guard he was talking to. "Make sure you watch him closely. You never know when that devil might snap." Here we go again. "I know, Sam. You tell me everyday and it's my job. I can handle it." Said the guard. "Yes well, you can't let its silentness fool you. Behind those masks it wears are the eyes of pure evil." The doctor stated.
I pinched at my nose tighter in irritation. 'How is this asshole allowed to get away with calling Michael an "it?" You're his doctor for fuck's sake. Shouldn't you at least pretend to care about him?' I wondered where Michael even was, anyway. Opening my eyes to look around, I saw he was sitting nearby me. He was on the ground too but he was far enough away that we weren't in each other's space. 'When did he even get there? Dang, he's quiet when he moves around...' I thought to myself.
"All he's doing is sitting there. I have this under control." I could hear the guard speaking again. Loomis just shook his head. "Well, that's precisely what it wants you to think." the doctor said in return. I wondered if Michael could hear any of this. He was sitting farther away from them than I was. I'm sure he's sadly used to hearing this crap all the time, but I still was silently hoping that maybe he wasn't hearing the mean comments this time. I shot him a glance. He was gripping at his clothing hard enough that his knuckles were white. Yeah, he was hearing it.
Sighing and looking ahead of me, I found myself getting worked up as well. I know what he did, but dammit, he was a kid then. I'm not excusing it but he still was a human who deserved help and to be cared about. One more nasty remark rolled out of the doctor's mouth before I'd finally had enough.
I stood up and brushed the dirt off my backside real fast before marching over to where the two were. They both stopped speaking and looked over at me. "Would you shut the fuck up?" I said bluntly right at Loomis. "Excuse me!?" he blinked in surprise, thinking he had to have misheard me.
"You heard me." I spat. Clenching my hands into fists by my side, I kept staring straight into his eyes. "I'm getting really sick and fucking tired of you always demonizing your own patient." Loomis blinked in complete shock. "Are you really defending that monster? Since when are you friends with him? He doesn't have any friends!"
Rolling my eyes and letting out an irritated chuckle, I say "Maybe he doesn't really want friends because he has trust issues. Because of people like you who are supposed to care but instead demonize him like he's not human."
"You must know he's a murd-" I cut him off by saying "Yes, I know. He's not the only one here who's hurt people. So why do you insist on treating him like he doesn't deserve help or love? I'm sick of that damn mouth you have on you. This place clearly needs better doctors."
The guard finally snaps out of his stunned state. "(L/N), knock it off. Sit your ass back down before I file a report on you." I scoffed and turned around to walk back to where I was sitting before, mumbling "Whatever..."
I make it about halfway there and notice that Michael is looking up at me. His grip on his clothes loosened. I glance down at the ground and almost make it to the wall. And then I hear that asshole doctor mutter "I guess freaks attract freaks..."
I start seeing red as I stop dead in my tracks. I'm not looking at Michael, but I hear him shift in his spot. I smile and let out a chuckle and run my fingers through my hair. Spinning on my heel, I march right back to where the doctor is now turned to prepare to leave and the guard with his focus on Loomis.
Grabbing a fistful of that tan trenchcoat and flipping around to face me, I then punched him in the face as hard as I possibly could. I immediately felt a jolt of electricity through my body as the guard tazed me and I fell to the ground. The guard yanks handcuffs off of his belt and starts putting them around my wrists. He then roughly pulls me to my feet. Knowing I wouldn't be able to stand easily after that, another guard runs out and grabs my other arm to drag me inside the building.
I glanced up at Loomis to see him holding his bleeding nose. I smirked at him. No one can say he didn't deserve that one. As I was dragged through the doors, my eyes fixed out past the doc. Michael was now up on his feet and staring my way. What I didn't know was the rare shocked expression he wore under that mask of his.
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I had spent some time in solitary confinement for my violent outburst. Honestly, I really didn't care that much. Sure, it had started wearing on me a bit near the end though.
I sat down on my bed in my real room and yawned. It was almost bedtime in the building now and I was exhausted. After performing my nightly routines, I curled up under my blanket and closed my eyes.
I start drifting off to sleep quickly before I hear a loud click. My head shot up and looked to see my door now wide open. Thoroughly confused, I threw my covers back and tiptoed my way over to the open door. I peeked my head out and looked left and right.
Slowly, I see some other patients wander our of their rooms. 'My door isn't the only one that opened?' I thought to myself, confused. I glanced to my left again, not sure what to do.
All of the sudden, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist. Whipping my head around, I come face to face with a familiar masked man. "Whoa..." I said quietly. Looking at him this closely, I could see now that his eyes were blue. "Michael, hi... What's going on?"
Without saying a word, he tugs at my wrist. "You want me to follow you?" I guessed. He blinks at me and then does a quick nod. Still confused, I nod back before I start walking with him. His grip on my wrist loosened slightly, but he never let go. I felt my face heat up at this and looked away. 'Where in the world is he taking me?' I wonder.
After several turns and going through a few hallway doors, we both finally reach the door that leads to the outside. I still had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I could trust Michael with whatever he was doing. He looked behind the both of us before pushing open the door and pulling us both through to the stormy outside.
His hand moved down from my wrist to my hand before pulling me over to a nearby bush. I wanted to ask him what we were doing sitting back there, but realizing he hadn't let go of my hand, I felt my face go completely red again. I sure am glad it's dark out right now...
After a few minutes, a car pulls up to the gate. Out jumps a frantic Loomis who runs over to the phone to contact guards. That's when I notice that a lot of the patients have gotten outside.
Michael gives me a tug while keeping low and positions me beside the passenger door. Before I could even whisper to him about what we were doing, he leaps up onto the top of the car. 'What the hell...?' I think and watched as he reaches in and grabs the nurse in the driver's seat.
It takes less than a minute before she flees the vehicle in a panic. Michael uses that opportunity to jump into the car before reaching over and opening the passenger door from the inside. I look up at him and he motions for me to get in the car. I hear that annoying doctor yelling and the sound of gravel beneath his feet as he runs toward us.
With no more hesitations, I jump up into the car and slam the car shut after me. Michael stomps on the gas and we are out of there in a flash. The realization settles in that I just busted out of the sanitarium with Michael Myers. I let out a small laugh, which draws his attention. I then bust out laughing and look over at him.
"Michael, what is even going on? Why did we just bust out of there? I mean, I'm glad to be out of there though. That place is awful..." I trail off before continuing again. "Why did you bring me with you? I'm sure it would of been a lot easier and faster if I wasn't with you." I say and look at him. For a minute, there's no response or reaction from him and I think that I might not get an answer.
Then I feel a hesitant hand on top of my own hand. I look over at him again. He briefly removes his hand and points at his nose and then points behind us in the direction of Smith's Grove before placing his hand back on mine. It takes a second for me to understand before a large smile spreads across my face. "Yeah, I messed up his nose pretty badly, didn't I?" In response, I feel a squeeze from his hand to mine. "You're welcome..." I whispered softly. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with all of that everyday. It wasn't right. No one deserves to have those things said about them." I finish. Feeling his thumb lightly stroke my skin, I finally moved my hand to interlace my fingers with his. The entire drive to Haddonfield was mostly silent, but I sure couldn't wipe the stupid smile off of my face.
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agustdakasuga · 3 years
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Between The Bloodshed | Epilogue
Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook
Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.
At this point, what can be considered normal? 
Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.
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It was a nice late morning. The sun was shining but thankfully, it was blocked out by the dark curtains. It was nice and quiet, only the sounds of your breathing as you slept peacefully. There were no alarm clocks or phone calls-
*BANG BANG BANG*
“Yoongi hyung! You’ve been holding onto her for hours! She needs to come out!” Taehyung was banging on the door. You could hear Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok and Jin there too. 
“Yeah! She needs to work!” 
That was a lie. After coming back from performing Geumjae’s surgery yesterday, the boys had insisted you take a break since it was a long, gruelling surgery. But then again, the others would do anything to get the pale man to open the door for them. 
“Just keep quiet and they’ll go away soon.” Yoongi grumbled, holding you tighter, totally unaffected by the screams. 
“No, we won’t!” Seems that they heard him. 
“Come on, I have to get up.” You patted his back. He tucked you into the crook on his neck like a mother holding her child. His cheek pressed against the top of your head as he huffed. 
“You don’t have to get up. It’s your day off.” He murmured. You giggled, arm slinging around him in defeat. 
“That’s my girl.” He kissed your head. 
“That’s it! I don’t hear movement! Either get the keys or Jungkook, kick the door down.” You heard more commotion outside. Everyday was a chaotic day in the Bangtan household. 
“Ugh, hang on a sec.” Yoongi got out of bed, ready to give them an earful. But the moment he opened the door, he was mowed down by everyone else as they approached you, who was on the bed. You welcomed them with open arms and they piled on, engulfing you in big hugs and smiles. Yoongi stood there, glaring at you.
“Yah! Get off!” Yoongi shouted. 
“Okay.” They willingly slipped off the bed, which was surprising. Until Jungkook scooped you up into his arms, running out of the room. He cackled evilly while you yelped, arms tightened around his neck in fear. 
“I’m hom- What...” Namjoon stopped in the doorway when he saw what was going on. You have him a pleading look.
“Kook, let her down now.” Namjoon frowned. As much as you liked to play around and have fun with the boys, sometimes, all you would like is a peaceful morning. 
“With all due respect, hyung. If you try to take my baby away from me, I will actually fight you.” Jungkook said. 
“Rich coming from the guy who took her from me. Fight him, Joon.” Yoongi snorted from the top of the stairs. Knowing that the boys will actually fight each other (which you do tell them is dumb), you pinched Jungkook’s pressure point, temporarily immobilising him. 
“Ah!” He yelped as he let go of you. You fell onto the couch, standing up and straightening Yoongi’s your hoodie. With a sigh, you headed over to Namjoon to properly greet him after his early morning meeting. 
“Welcome home.” You grinned. 
“Thank you, my love.” He wrapped an arm around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. 
“You’re bleeding!” Your eyes widened when you saw his knuckles. It looked exactly like Jungkook’s knuckles. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Grabbing his wrist, you brought him to the office. 
“Love, I can patch it up. They’re small wounds. You’re supposed to be resting.” Namjoon told you. You shook your head while washing your hands. 
“Small wounds that can get infected, Joon. And I don’t need to rest much more, I knocked out like a light with Yoongi last night.” You chuckled, grabbing your first aid kit. You pulled your stool to sit in front of him and began to clean his wounds. The first thing you did was remove some of the dried blood that crusted on the side. 
“It’s gonna sting.” You said before putting the antiseptic. He winced slightly, his nose scrunching up. 
“You guys never get used to it.” You laughed. Once the wounds were cleaned, you bandaged his knuckles. You placed his hand in yours, inspecting his hand for more injuries. 
“You’re lucky you didn’t break anything again.” You lectured. 
“Because I have a doctor that takes good care of me.” Namjoon grinned. You shook your head, kissing his cheek. 
“Please, I already told you not to overwork them considering they just got better after you broke them. And you always scold the younger ones for not listening to me when you’re no better.” You teased. Namjoon laughed. 
“If I have you to take care of me, I will get injured more.” Namjoon hugged your waist. You flicked his forehead. 
“I dare you, Kim Namjoon.” You frowned. 
“Alright, alright. Namjoon looks good and patched up! Now it’s my turn, I want my morning kiss. Come here.” Jin yanked you away by your waist, dipping you down and showering you in kisses. You burst out laughing, grabbing onto his shirt so you won’t fall back.
“I’m going to get a coffee.” You shuffled away to the kitchen. The maids prepared your usual iced coffee. 
“Thank you.” You yawned and sipped before going back out. You sat on the couch and Jimin sat down, bringing your legs up to drape over his lap. When your phone buzzed, you took it out of your pocket to check. 
“Ah, I have to go check on Geumjae. He just woke up.” You announced. 
“But it’s your day off.” Hoseok said. 
“I know. But it’s the day after his surgery so I have to make sure he’s feeling alright and not having any complications, considering it was a major surgery.” You grunted as you stood up. You quickly finished your drink and went to change. Yoongi would be accompanying you, of course, to visit his brother. The other boys decided to tag along... just to not be left out. 
“You guys go grab a bite. I shouldn’t be too long.” You sent them a kiss as they dropped you off at the staff entrance. 
“We love you.” They said. 
“I love you all too.” You smiled and waved as they drove to the public parking. Slipping on your coat, you went to Geumjae’s private ward. He was awake, sitting up slightly and watching the television that was provided.
“Hey, got here as soon as I heard you were awake. Yoongi should be coming up soon, he’s parking the car.” You greeted. 
“Hey... Thanks again... for everything. Not just the surgery... but for making me realise my mistake. I’m so glad Yoongi and I are close again. It’s really all thanks to you.” He smiled weakly.
“Don’t mention it. How are you feeling?” 
“A little light headed. And sore.” His hand lightly touched his clothed chest where the surgery sutures were underneath. 
“That’s normal, considering the effects of the anaesthesia is wearing off. I’ll still put you on IV painkillers for the next day or two, until the wound starts to heal more and cause less pain. Can I check your wound?” You asked. He nodded and you unbuttoned his shirt to check the sutures. 
“Looks good. I’ll replace the gauze.” You removed the protecting gauze above the sutures and replaced it with a clean one. 
“Good news is we managed to remove the affected tissue. You still have to be on your medications for the next week? We will do a follow up biopsy after just to make sure we have completely eradicated the cancer.” You instructed. 
“Okay. Thank you.” He nodded as you buttoned his shirt up. 
“Hyung.” Yoongi came in. 
“Yoongi.” His brother greeted as you straightened up. You let Yoongi get closer to his brother as you removed your gloves and washed your hands. As they chatted, you checked his charts. 
“Take your time, Yoongs. I’ll go find the others.” You smiled. Yoongi nodded, reaching to peck your temple before sitting down to speak with Geumjae. You gave them privacy, exiting the room. You went to the nurse’s station to update Geumjae’s file. Although the surgery was tiring, you learnt a lot and was glad for the experience. 
“Mr Min in Room 32 should be in IV fluids until he’s no longer nauseated by the anaesthesia. Then move him to soft foods.” You told the nurse, who nodded her head and keyed in the instructions to the patient’s system profile. 
“Thank you!” You smiled and handed the file to her. You went to the vending machine to get a can coffee. 
“Hi, are you a doctor here?” Someone appeared. 
“Kinda?” You chuckled, pressing the button for your cold coffee. You weren’t gonna tell some stranger the long story about you being a private doctor to singular patient here. 
“I’m a new resident. Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out. You gave a small smile, shaking his outstretched hand. 
“You’re Dr (y/l/n)’s daughter right?” He asked and you nodded your head. 
“I look forward to working with you, sunbae. I know you did the recent lung cancer tissue extraction surgery, it was very knowledgeable and I learnt a lot.” He bowed. 
“Thanks... But I don’t actually work here as a mentor so you won’t see me around anymore. The other doctors are just as good, I’m sure of it. Everyone is trained and of professional calibre, you will learn a lot from them as well.” You were starting to get a little awkward by his overly enthusiastic disposition. 
“Baby, there you are.” A voice appeared and you saw your 6 other boyfriends there. They did not look pleased. 
“You took so long so we came to find you. We had to stop Kook from ordering everything on the cafeteria menu.” Jimin laughed. You shook your head at the maknae, who pouted. 
“I’m still a growing boy.” He argued. He wasn’t, actually. 
“Who’s this?” Jin raised an eyebrow. 
“Uh... He’s a new hoobae that works here.” You explained, realising that you hadn’t even learnt about this resident’s name. But it didn’t matter, you probably weren’t going to see him after this anyway. 
“Come, jagi. We should go.” Taehyung grasped your hand, glaring at the now scared boy. You shook your head, knowing exactly what they were doing. Even before you got together, the boys always said you were their partner just to keep other girls away. Vice versa, they branded themselves as your boyfriends to scare other guys away. 
“I-I have to go. Bye.” He bowed and scurried off. 
“You guys are horrible, you know that?” You folded your arms with a shake of your head. Hoseok grinned, leaning to peck your cheek. You reached over to straighten his blazer. 
“Oh, you’re still here.” Yoongi blinked, seeing the group of you there. You nodded your head. 
“Are you hungry? We bought you guys sandwiches.” Namjoon lifted the bags up. Instead of sitting there to eat, you ate in the van as Hoseok drove. 
“Here.” You gave some to Jungkook. 
“But you hardly ate any of it yourself.” He told you. You just shrugged, not really having the appetite to eat anything. Jungkook leaned forward to eat the last bit of the sandwich out of your hand. You would much rather have your coffee instead of the sandwich. 
“Shall we have barbecue tonight?” You asked the boys. 
“It’s been a while.” They nodded their heads. Hoseok detoured and went to the big supermarket. You split into 3 teams, Jin and Yoongi buying the meat, Hoseok and Namjoon drinks and you with the maknaes for everything else. 
“Buy a lot of meat, hyung!” Jungkook shouted to Jin as he placed his hands on your shoulders to push you to the other aisle. 
“Hyung wanted coarse salt for his shrimp. This or this?” Jimin held up both the boxes. You looked at both of them before pointing to one. He happily placed it into the cart. 
“Shall I make japchae?” You asked them. 
“Yes!” Taehyung cheered. You sent a message to Yoongi to pick up some beef for japchae from the counter for you. After that, you picked up some vegetables that would go into japchae. Jimin trailed after you obediently while Taehyung and Jungkook disappeared. Jungkook had reappeared with loads of bags of snacks in his arms. 
“Koo! That’s too much.” You chuckled at your now almost full cart, half filled with bags of chips. 
“But we need more snacks for our movie nights! And besides, Jin hyung and Taehyung hyung keep eating my snacks. This is so they won’t take mine.” Jungkook pouted. 
“Banana milk!” He quickly got distracted by the dairy section and ran off. 
“You know, I can see why people don’t believe our line of jobs sometimes and how Jungkook is supposedly our best fighter.” Jimin scoffed. 
“Well, take his banana milk and you’ll truly see how well he can fight.” You giggled as you placed some carrots and bell peppers into the cart. Taehyung came with 3 different ssamjang containers. 
“Tae, why are you getting so much? We won’t be able to finish them all in one night.” Jimin scolded.  
“But these are brands I haven’t tried before! So I wanna see which is the best. Then I’ll know to buy it next time!” Taehyung argued with his best friend. You shook your head and continued, Taehyung loved ssamjang. There’s no arguing in that. Jungkook came back with banana milk and cheese. 
“You want cheese rice?” You asked. 
“How did you know?!” 
“Koo, even if I’ve only been your girlfriend for a short while, I have lived with you longer. You practically breathe cheese rice.” You scoffed, offended. Jungkook bunny grinned, wrapping his arms around you. 
“Of course, you know me well.” He peppered kissed all over your cheek. When you were done, you went to meet the others. 
“Boys, I may not be specialising in hepatology but that amount of alcohol is definitely not good for you.” You raised an eyebrow at the amount of alcohol that was stacked in Namjoon and Hoseok’s cart. Totally not in a helping way, Taehyung even got a few bottles of his and Seokjin’s favourite plum wine to add in. You laughed. 
“We needed to stock the bar anyway. We promise not to drink so much.” Hoseok winked. 
“Yoongi hyung and Seokjin hyung are ready. They’ll meet us at the cashier.” Namjoon informed. You nodded your head and you all went to pay. 
“A big party?” He joked as he scanned. 
“You could say that.” You smiled, waiting to pay with the card that the boys had given you for ‘house’ items like their groceries and meals. But honestly, they just wanted an excuse to give you a card to spend on yourself. 
“You’re pretty.” He complimented. 
“Oh... Thanks.” You blushed. A sudden clear of the throat made you jump slightly. You turned to see Namjoon and Yoongi with stern looks on their faces. 
“Are you done yet, baby girl?” Yoongi emphasised on the pet name, which he never really uses at all. You blinked, still in slight shock. The cashier looked terrified suddenly, quickening his pace to finish scanning all your items. Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist. 
“Love, later let the others load the van alright? Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” Namjoon smiled sweetly at you. 
“O...kay?” 
“Uh, payment please?” He squeaked. Before you could hand the card over, Yoongi plucked it out of your hand and handed it for him to swipe. He gave it back with two hands and a deep bow. 
“Let’s go.” Yoongi held your hand and led you away. The boys loaded the car and you were ready to head home. Suddenly, their phones all rang at the same time. Namjoon took his phone out to check the notification. It was quiet for a while. 
“Everything okay?” You blinked. 
“Yeah... But looks like we’ll have to return to work for a while.” Namjoon sighed. You nodded your head. 
“We’ll drop you home. It’ll be safer.” Jin told you. Again, you nodded. You knew how these business meetings could go from bad to worse in only a couple of seconds. Hoseok pulled up to the house and you jumped out. 
“Stay safe, boys.” You told the 7. They sent you in with hugs and kisses, waiting for you to disappear into the house with the maids before Taehyung pulled the butler closer to whisper something into his ear. The butler nodded his head, bowing deeply. He closed the door for the van, standing on the porch until the van disappeared. 
“Agashi, I was told that there will be barbecue tonight? Shall I prepare the ingredients?” The butler smiled as the other staff brought the groceries in. 
“I wanna help cook! Let me change first.” You smiled and went upstairs to the room. You changed out of your hospital clothes and into more comfortable clothes, aka Jimin’s lounge pants and Hoseok’s hoodie. 
“Thanks for bringing this all in guys!” You said to them as you saw them clearing all the bags of shopping and keeping everything in its place. You really bought a lot. 
“What do you want to make?” The maid asked. 
“Taehyung likes marinated kimchi. And Jungkook was saying he wanted cheese rice to go with the meat. I also bought japchae ingredients.” You said. 
“Alright.” 
“You guys can take a break. Don’t worry, I would like to think I’m better in the kitchen than Namjoon is.” You joked and they all laughed, loving your attitude. The mansion’s staff loved working with you. 
“We’ll help where we can.” The cook took the ingredients out for you, laying them out neatly. You started with the marinated kimchi, which was frying kimchi with garlic, spam and minced meat. While the rest of the staff attended to the things in the mansion, the cook stayed by your side in case you needed help. 
“I think a bigger dice is okay.” He demonstrated. 
“You can put it here to cool. Then I’ll close the container later.” He gave you the plastic container. You scraped the contents from the pan to the container. 
“Are there some side dishes that go well with the barbecue? That the boys will like.” You asked him. He went to the fridge to look through what was inside to make side dishes. 
“We have a few hours so we can do some pickled radish, spicy cucumbers, the fried anchovies that master Seokjin likes?” He suggested. 
“Sounds exciting!” You clapped your hands. 
The next few hours were spent cooking and preparing various meals to go with the barbecue for the night. You learnt a lot from the cook and your energy was mostly fuelled with iced coffee (of course). You were just happy to prepare so much food for your boys now that you knew what their tastes were like. There was even time to make grapefruit syrup for Taehyung’s sodas. 
“I’ll help prep the shrimp too.” You rolled your sleeves up to prepare for Yoongi’s salt baked shrimp on the grill.
“Ah, agashi. Let me. Your hands may smell. After all, you’ve been cooking the whole day, why don’t you take a break? I insist.” The cook shook his head. 
“Oh, alright. I’m only giving in because I need to make Koo’s cheese rice later.” You giggled. The cook nodded and you grabbed a snack before leaving the kitchen. You helped the staff set up the barbecue outside. 
“Let me help.” You arranged the chairs. 
“It’s okay, agashi. Please rest.” The maids shook their heads. Going to retrieve Kookie, you sat under the gazebo with a book. 
“Kookie ah. Don’t do that.” You stroked his head as he began to nibble the corner of your book again. Looks like even without the boys here, you still wouldn’t be able to read in peace. 
“Where are they?” You checked your phone, there were no calls or messages from any of the boys. As the sun set, you were seated in your designated seat, which was in between Jungkook and Hoseok. You checked your phone to see the time, it was getting late. 
You perked up when you heard the door to the backyard open and footsteps. However, when you turned your head, the smile dropped from your face. 
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relishingwriter · 3 years
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Invisible Strings (Addison Montgomery x Reader)
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If anyone told you were to be married to Addison Montgomery, you would have not believed them.
At first glance, she seemed like an insane woman – she cheated on her own husband and then came back because she was sorry. Ironically enough, the more you avoided Addison, the more fate brought you closer.
You were one of the best interns in the hospital, along with Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey, but unlike them you did not have a favorite interest: you were simply enticed by the miracles of the human life. Noticing your never-ending curiosity, Addison constantly chose you to stay under her service. After some time, she started frequenting your favorite spot at Discovery Park, your calming space. It was one of the few moments you were nothing but a common girl admiring nature.
You will never forget the day you saw her sitting on a bench, with a teal-colored shirt, a yogurt, and a wondering look in her face. You did not exchange words with each other that day, but if you bothered to look up from your reading, you would have realized the stolen glances from Addison to you. From that day on, Addison realized her infatuation for you, but it was only after the a patient's surgery she willingly recognized her feelings.
"So," Addison started, staring at you. You had just scrubbed in this 4-hours risky surgery, in which the mother and baby made it.
"So." You went in her direction with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. Although no one died, you could feel the tension in the air. "Do you always come here?" You joked, making her chuckle.
"Does that line ever works for you?" Addison genuinely asked. She knew you were into women; the hospital staff never let anyone forget.
"Worked with one nurse," you shrugged and winked at her. "Hey, I am going to share the news with the patient's husband–" you stopped yourself for a second, having another thought. "thanks for choosing me to help you with this surgery. I know how important those cases are to you." You finished, this time putting your hand over her shoulder. The touch was simple and fast, but Addison couldn't help but feel shivers sent across her spine.
When you left, she sighed loudly. She was tired of having to pretend everything was okay, from the exhausting surgery cases to her relationship with Derek, every conversation with you highlighted her day. She felt thrilled every time she heard your voice, and she knew what this meant. She had a girl crush, and she would do anything in her power to get closer to you.
For you, the situation was simpler. You were aware of your sexuality, and you were surrounded by beautiful women in Seattle Grace, finding them attractive was just part of the job. It was not until a work trip with Addison that you developed a crush.
You were in the intern's room with your friends, hiding from the attendings. You all were, in all honesty, overwhelmed with the number of surgeries in the past 72 hours, and rambling to your friends was your favorite pastime.
"She is taking you to L.A?" Cristina asked, with her eyes popping out of her face.
 "That is like a rendevouz!" She teased while staring at you intensively, almost as if trying to get a reaction from you.
"I wish Alex would take me to L.A," Izzie replied with a dreamy look. You rolled her eyes at their fake commotion.
"We are just getting some eggs back. It is a boring work trip." You moved to your locker, grabbing some snacks. "I may also meet some of her doctor friends. They work at this private practice... maybe I'll even transfer," you joked, this time Cristina running her eyes at you and Izzie muffling a laugh.
"You wouldn't dare!" Meredith said, punching you with her elbow. You all laughed this time, knowing there was no other place where you would rather be.
The trip with Addison, however, was completely unusual. During the plane, Addison was overly nice, trying to learn more about you, and giving you space to get to know her, too. When you finally arrived and entered her rented red car, you saw her smile from ear to ear while silence surrounded the both of you. You debated if you should be the first to say something, opting to make it less awkward.
"I never seen you like this," you say, admiring the beach at your left.
"Like what?" she asked, quickly glancing you with an arched brow.
"So free. It's... Its a good look on you," you replied, this time looking at your hands. These words just felt out of your mouth, and you knew you had jeopardized your friendship. To Addie, that was the moment she ralized you saw her for who she was.
To your helpless self, every moment on that trip felt like a date. You stayed at a 4-stars hotel, you had dinner at a 4-stars restaurant, you met her friends, and you even helped her with others case. To you, that was the moment everything changed.
After returning to Seattle, Addison started being bolder. She would randomly compliment you, and even let you operate by yourself once. You had no idea why, but you chose not to complain either. The others just guessed that Addison was glad to have someone interested in obstetrics and gynecology.
It was not until she broke up with Derek and headed to Joe’s bar that you had it figure it out.
You spent the entire night watching her. Addison looked enchantingly sad, and she probably did not want to see you – you were best friends with Meredith, after all. If she noticed your heavy look on her, she made sure to hide it. You did not make a move until you saw her running into the bathroom crying, and you quickly chased after her.
"Hey," you said with a worried look on your face. "I know I am probably one of the last person you want to see, but I am here." Addison did not know if it was the drinking talking or the way you were looking at her – like she mattered – but the only thought in her head was how she had to have you. Without hesitating, she pulled you closer and kissed you.
It did not matter you were kissing in a bathroom.
It did not matter you were her intern.
You fastly wrapped your arms around her, deepening the kiss. You moaned as her thigh pressed against your core, and then she broked the kiss, biting your lower lip.
"Let's go to my hotel room," Addison said, lacing your hands with hers.
You had been going out for three months in pure secret. Apart from Joe and Cristina knowing, really, because hey, they know how to keep a secret. You were extremely careful in public, and the one time you were not, Derek caught you two.
It was past midnight, and none of your friends were around. You were on call, and she kissed you goodbye as she ran her fingers through your hair. It was also on this very passionate moment that the both of you heard something fall into the ground. When you turned your back, there was Sheppard with his mouth wide open and his pager on the floor.
"Should we run?" You whispered, alternating between looking at her and Derek.
"He will get over it," Addie shrugged, smiling at you.
As you finished breathing in and out, you looked at Meredith and Cristina, smiling. You had just delayed the marriage in a couple of minutes because of an anxiety attack.
"I am ready," you pronounced and they nodded. As they left, you waited about one minute to start walking down the aisle. When you arrived, you closed your eyes, holding back tears. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Our time was wondrous," you whispered to her, holding back a laugh. "I want start my vows with a legend. The legend of an invisible red string, which ties two people together – those who are meant to meet, no matter how far apart they live or how different they lives are. And I, with my whole heart, believe that because of the odds of the universe, all along there was some string tying you to meet–" you began, and as you observed her smile and the admiring faces of the crowd, you knew you had found your new home.
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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years
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restaurant owner!osamu + taking care of his pregnant wife
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oh boy this is going to be a whole series now hahaahha. i didn’t think y’all would like my pregnancy hc’s this much but i’m glad you keep requesting for it and i hope you enjoy this osamu version !
let’s start this one off again with how you guys met because it’s all very cute and uwu
you were a college student also working as a waitress to pay off your bills and after being interviewed by bosses who wanted you to have 5+ years of experience, you landed a job at the new Onigiri Miya restaurant
osamu hired you in the spot and you were like ‘oh, but,,, why?’ and he’s like ‘,,,,cause nobody else signed up’
Onigiri Miya actually started out with a few people on their staff so must of the time it would be you and osamu just there hanging out and also serving customers
osamu found you quite fun to talk to and you worked really well. since he also knew you were a Struggling College Student, he wouldn’t hesitate to give you a raise
sometimes he’d even pack you some onigiri for dinner with the leftover rice
after a while, the two of you started to have feelings for each other. i don’t see osamu as the type to hesitate with this so he straight-up asked you out on a date
he actually invites you to his house and cooks a really nice meal for you and puts on a movie. dates with osamu are generally quite chill but once in a while the two of you like to plan for something more exciting
your favorite date so far was when you decided to randomly go on a road trip and pack convenience store snacks and sleep in a motel
but then in the motel tHeRE wAs ONlY OnE BeD and y’all know what happens there’s only one bed
a few weeks after that, you noticed that your period was late and you were desperately hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was going to be so you took a pregnancy test and there it was
you had no idea what to do. you were still in university and didn’t really have a solid job other than being a waitress at Onigiri Miya but part of you also wanted to have the baby
you were also scared of telling osamu because you were afraid he might leave you if he knew 
osamu noticed that you were acting different around him and was genuinely bothered by it so he sat you down and asked what was up and you had no choice but to tell him
you were almost crying as you told him that you were pregnant but to your surprise, osamu just held your hand and said ‘i’m with you no matter what you choose. even if you decide to keep it’
now here’s a man who knows how to take some responsibility
you knew right then and there that you were going to marry him someday
but FIRST: baby
so you two decide to go through with the pregnancy and because he knew you were going to need all the help you could get, osamu invited you to move in with him
it was tough for you having to juggle your studies and being pregnant so you ended up quitting your job at Onigiri Miya (not that osamu minded cause at this point the restaurant was really taking off) 
you’re constantly tired because of this and more than once, osamu would come home to you with you passed out on top of your textbooks but he’s more than happy to carry you to bed
sometimes he’ll even pick you up after your class to carry your stuff because you usually have to go down several flights of stairs
after getting pregnant, you’d get some Looks from your classmates and professors so it made you a bit insecure but when they saw WHO helped out with the babymaking they kind of shut up now
yeah you got yourself a Hunk Who Can Cook
i feel like osamu would really make an effort to cook something nutritious for you because diet is everything so he’ll be genuinely disappointed to come home to you having eaten two cans of pringles
osamu: there’s no nutritional value in that
you: but i wANT
he eventually relents after you explain the concept of pregnancy cravings
also did i mention that osamu probably didn’t tell atsumu about this so one day his twin brother comes over to find you, a pregnant woman living there
you didn’t know he had a twin either so you guys are kind of like pointing at each other in shock
osamu has a whole lot of explaining to do
atsumu is surprisingly thrilled by the idea of becoming an uncle and before you know it, he’s already sending you and osamu gifts for the baby
you and osamu are young so you’re both quite clueless when it comes to holding a baby shower or even setting up a nursery
osamu was probably just like ‘can’t the baby sleep on a bed?’ and you have to explain why cribs are a Thing
he probably picks up more than a couple of those ‘how to be a parent for dummies and you’ll find him intently reading them in bed
sometimes you wonder though if osamu really wants to have this baby or if he just feels obligated to because he doesn’t outwardly show his enthusiasm all the time
that is, when you are in the doctor’s office for your scheduled ultrasound and you’re able to get a picture of how your baby will look like
you watch osamu looking at the picture with something shining in his eyes and the softest of smiles on his face and he just looks at you and goes ‘i hope they have your eyes’
you start crying right there because EMOTIONS and wow, you’re so lucky that osamu is going to be the father
your due date was actually dangerously close to your college graduation and while you were happy to receive your diploma and walk onstage with osamu cheering for you, you were also praying that you wouldn’t go into labor right then and there
thankfully, you didn’t
you took the time to rest at home after your graduation. most of the time you’d be working on the new nursery in your house or visiting the restaurant (even though osamu tells you to go home and rest) 
osamu does love coming home to you and lying down beside you on the couch with his hand rubbing your belly. sometimes he’ll try to do knock-knock jokes with your baby because he’s like that
he was probs in the middle of a knock-knock joke when you felt your first contraction. you gripped his buff arm tight and looked at him and shock and osamu just flew out of the couch to grab your stuff
when the two of you entered the hospital osamu was a bit panicked so he was just yelling ‘HELLO MY WIFE IS PREGNANT PLEASE HELP’
you: WAIT YOU CALLED ME ‘WIFE’
osamu: aren’t you basically my wife at this point?
just when you are about to cry again a nurse appears to take you to the emergency room
and osamu just yells ‘I’LL ASK YOU TO MARRY ME AFTER, OKAY?’
legit, while you’re in labor he goes out to buy a ring because osamu’s just the kind of guy who goes through with everything he says
it doesn’t seem like it but he’s very nervous for you and the baby. he’ll probably be reading a magazine to calm down and when the nurse calls him he accidentally rips in two
thankfully, you’re okay and osamu just wants to see you immediately
when he sees you asleep on the hospital bed, all tired out from your labor, he just smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead
osamu will wait for you to wake up before seeing your child because he wants to experience it as a couple
a smile just breaks across his face when the nurse brings your baby in. he actually asks to hold them first and you’re surprised but you smile and let him
osamu doing baby talk and looking super excited and proud when he sees your new baby that is awwwwww right there
he’ll hand you your baby and then bring the ring he bought (yeah, you’re also pretty surprised) and officially propose to you
osamu is so proud of his own little family and he can’t wait to start a new part of his life with you two
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rainieclown · 2 years
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DEADLY OBSESSION
michael myers x reader - chapter two: free hostage
three sharp knocks on the door can be heard, and michael lazily looks back over. doctor loomis is standing there, and he looks furious, but michael will stand his ground for you.
tags: fast relationships bc michael is not patient at all, forbidden love, smut, public sex (kinda), fingering, degrading, michael talks more in this one bc he wants you to trust him <3
warnings: yandere themes, exhibition, violence, ptsd themes, nightmares, tazers/gun-like objects
michael stayed up despite his lazy blinks, being tired doesn't bother him. doctor loomis was sat in the room, still trying to get to you, and through michael. "they need to be in their own room, with their nurse, michael. they need to leave." the doctor says calmly, and michael blinks again at the doctor. "we need to take y/n away, you can see each other during your free period." he tries, but michael simply moves, ignoring his doctor as he turns his attention to you. you're sleeping soundly next to him, lips parted slightly as you dreamed, eyelids twitching slightly with each moment. "michael. you have to let y/n leave." loomis crosses his arms and michael shoots a glare at the older male. loomis sighs, getting up. "don't make us sedate you, michael." he warns, stepping closer to the bed carefully. the guards at the door are ready, but michael pays them no mind. "let me take them to their room." he says, gesturing to your sleeping form.
michael tenses as the doctor eases forward, reaching for you carefully. snatching the doctor's wrist is all it took, the guards rush in for loomis's safety, grabbing michael and restraining him as he tries to protect you. a needle pricks his neck and he grunts softly, reaching to pull you from loomis's grasp. you stirred, becoming discontent. michael pushes the guards off, lurching after loomis. your whimpers drive him, yet before he can reach you, he falls to his knees. "y/n!" he rasps, still trying to get to you. the guards push the brunette down, and he grunts as his eyes droop.
you wake up suddenly to miss burnham stroking your cheek softly. you move away from her, catching your breath as you recover from the nightmare. "where's michael?" you ask, searching for him. "are you alright? he didn't hurt you did he?" miss burnham asks, and you furrow your brows. "michael? no!" you shake your head. "there's bruises on your neck, are you sure?" miss burnham says, gesturing to the hickeys. your cheeks heat up as you avert her gaze. "he didn't attack me! we're friends..." you say, unsure of what status michael would give whatever was happening between you both. "hm.. alright..." miss burnham sighs, handing you your medicine. "thanks.. is michael okay?" you ask, and she nods. "he will be, they had to sedate him to keep him away from you." miss burnham replies, and you look at her with shock. "what?! is he alright?" you move to get up, trying to peer into michael's room through your window.
"yes, yes. he's fine. calm down." she rests her hand on your shoulder briefly, letting you pull away. "i wasn't a hostage, why would you sedate him?" you ask, seemingly angry now. miss burnham is taken aback. "because of safety reasons, y/n. he's high security, and you need to be in your own room." miss burnham crosses her arms. "fine." you huff, looking back out the window. "what's on my schedule?" you ask softly, spotting michael as he gets up groggily. he finds your eyes immediately and you smile at him, giving him a small wave. michael doesn't get to respond as miss burnham pulls you away from the window. "come on, first is breakfast." she says, guiding you out the door. "can i sit with michael?" you ask, and miss burnham lets out an exasperated sigh. "if that's what you want." she says softly, letting you grab food and sit at your usual table as she walks off to talk to the guards.
you spot michael walking into the cafeteria, and give him a small smile. instead of getting food, he sits in front of you, much to miss burnham's dismay. "hey, what happened?" you ask softly, glancing at miss burnham as she spoke to someone. michael doesn't answer for a moment, and you look back at him. "michael?" you tilt your head slightly, and michael smiles a bit. "you feeling okay?" he asks, deep voice rough with no use. "yeah, i'm fine." you smile, "i heard you got sedated.. what happened?" you question, glancing at miss burnham once more. "nothing. they took you out of my room. that's it." michael shrugs, but you look unsure. "are you sure? sedation sounds like it sucks." you say softly, and michael's feelings grow with the concerned look in your eye. "i'm fine." he nods, and you sigh. "if you say so.." you mumble, letting michael steal a bit of your water. "so um... about what happened yesterday..." you start awkwardly, and michael stares at you expectingly. "uh.. what is.. this?" you gesture between the two of you, and michael blinks at you. "what do you want?" he asks carefully, and you think for a second. "i.. don't know. i mean we met yesterday, but.. we- y'know." you laugh sheepishly, glancing at michael. "mhm."
"i mean.. to me, you're mine and mine only. got it?" michael says firmly, and you look back at him. "uh.. are you sure? i mean, we just met shouldn't we wait-?" you stammer slightly, face heating up. "i don't care." michael deadpans, and you huff out another small laugh. "okay.." you smile, remembering that this is in fact a mental hospital, and that michael thoughts were different to yours. "that's okay. i mean, we did have sex.." you shrug, craving the feeling of being a teenager again. "mhm." michael's smile is small, yet it's still there.
miss burnham approaches you carefully, glancing at michael. "um, y/n. it's your free period, wanna go watch a movie?" she smiles, and it's so painfully forced. you look up at your nurse with a smile. "uh, sure..! i'll be there in a second." you shrug, and miss burnham hums uneasily. "okay..!" she smiles, walking back to the door. "so, do you have a schedule yet?" you ask, and michael shakes his head. "comes in on friday but i have appointments with loomis everyday at 19:00." he shrugs. "okay.. maybe we can get away with you coming with me." you grin, offering him your hand as you get up. "we can try." michael shrugs, grabbing your hand tightly as he follows you. "uhm. y/n i don't know if he can come-..." miss burnham starts, wanting to pull you from the other patient. "but he doesn't have a schedule and he needs to settle in!" you protest, and the nurse sighs.
"fine. but you're under close watch." she says, leading the two of you to the rec room. mr addison greets you, and you smile softly, much to michael's jealousy. "what you feeling today? lady and the tramp?" he asks, and you hum. "okay." you smile, letting michael pull you from the doctor slightly. "ah, you're new here aren't you." doctor addison smiles, but receives no response. "he's not really talkative." you wave the doctor off, and he hums. "i see. that's fine." he smiles, not catching michael's glare as he lets you two go settle.
you sit on the couch, kicking your legs up as you lean against michael's side, ignoring miss burnham's shocked look. "so, do you have a favorite genre of movies?" you ask, looking up at michael. "horror, easy." he smiles, looking back at you. "oh my god, i love horror but we can't have it here." you reply, smiling. "shame, nothing beats horror." michael shrugs, not even watching the movie. "mhm, i have to say that nightmare before elm street is by far the best one i've seen so far." you say, and michael hums with a nod. "it is good, but consider the hills have eyes." he replies, and you let out a small "ahh!"
"a man of culture." you giggle, letting him drape an arm over you as miss burnham sits on another chair. "so, what're we watching?" she asks softly, glancing at michael. "lady and the tramp." you reply with a shrug as michael regresses into silence. "uhm.. y/n, may i ask you something in private before the movie starts." she gestures to the door. "um, sure?" you look at michael who lets you go reluctantly. she stands by the door with you, and mumbles to you softly. "what's going on with you two? you never let anyone touch you but he's special?" she crosses her arms, clearly suspicious of you and michael. "oh, um... it's just nice to have someone my own age around. no offence." you smile nervously, wanting to go sit down again. "hmm.. okay. but, i have to let you know that relationships are in fact prohibited in this facility." she says firmly. "i know." you nod, moving back to the couch as miss burnham sighs.
you join michael once more, letting him wrap you up in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. "you alright?" he asks quietly. "mhm. just peachy." you sigh, resting your head on his chest and trying to ignore miss burnham's look. "she giving you trouble?" he nods towards your nurse, and you sniffle slightly. "kinda, but it's okay. i'll tell you later." you say softly, not seeing michael's glares as he holds you tighter. "don't worry, she won't bother you soon enough." michael replies, practically hiding you from the staff. "she's just protective, we've been through a lot together." you mumble, wiping your eye with the ball of your palm. michael lets out a small breath at your emotional state, cradling you closer and going to kiss the top of your head. "wait, not while she's watching." you whisper, stopping michael. "why?" he furrows his brows, "because she's already suspicious of us, and romantic stuff isn't allowed here." you look at him.
"hm. i see. i'll get you later though." he teases slightly, and you giggle slightly. "c'mon, watch your movie." he says, moving one of his arms to rest behind his head. you're sitting sideways on his lap, so you could rest on him and watch the tv to avoid too much suspicion. miss burnham didn't like the position the two of you sat in, but you seemed happy, and any progress was good progress in her eyes. "this movie is so... sappy." michael mumbles to you, and you hum. "it's a classic, but nothing beats horror to he honest." you shrug. "mhm." michael agrees, his hand resting on your hip and gently stroking your thigh. "michael, she's gonna get suspicious." you say, grasping his shirt as you look up at him. "they can't stop us." he shrugs, and you fluster at his smile.
you, rest your head against him as his hand continues to caress your thigh softly, his other hand slipping between your legs. "mike-" you whisper, tensing slightly. "sh, they can only see your back so be quiet and stay still." he mumbles, acting nonchalant as his fingers rub your slit through your pants. your breath hitches as you nuzzle into his chest, fingers tightening on his shirt as he teases your clit. you let out a soft hum, voice wavering as you try to stop yourself. "shh. you don't wanna get caught do you?" michael smiles, and you whimper quietly when his hand slips into your pants.
your breathing continues to hitch as his fingertips rub fast circles on your clit, and you have to hide a small moan in his shirt. "you're such a slut, letting me do this to you." michael whispers into your ear, and you whine. "are you gonna be good for me and stay quiet or do i have to stop?" he asks, giving your clit a harsh pinch. you almost gasp at the sensation, resting your hand over michael's larger one as he continues to abuse your bud. "good slut." he whispers, "stay quiet and you can cum." he continues, eyes flickering to the screen as if he wasn't jerking you off with two members of staff in the room.
"michael please, i need more." you beg quietly, trying not to roll your hips into his hand as he chuckles softly. "such a whore for me already?" he teases, one of his fingers slipping down to your wet hole. you swallow a moan as he pushes his finger in, thumb still rubbing your clit as he curls his middle finger up into your g-spot by accident. you gasp this time, catching the attention of miss burnham. "sh." michael hisses into your ear, slowing his movements down to avoid being caught. you hum slightly, tightening your hand over his. miss burnham is still watching, you can feel it. "michael, maybe we should do this later." you mumble, looking back to the screen. "you sure?" he asks softly as he pinches your clit again just to watch you squirm.
"mmmaybe.." you arch your back, but pull it off as you just stretching before settling back. "just make it quick." you whisper, and michael instantly turns up the speed. "fuck.." you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as two more fingers slip into you whilst his thumb continues to stimulate your clit. "mm.. gonna- gonna cum soon." you whisper, grabbing his arm as his fingers roll into you, carefully so your wetness didn't make any noise. "good, cum on my fingers for me." michael replies, not even looking at you as you press your head against his collarbone. "come on, cum on my fingers like the slut you are." he prompts, and you whine as quietly as you can. "don't stop i'm so close." you try to keep quiet, biting michael's collarbone harshly as he continues to fuck you with his digits. "be a good slut and cum." he demands into your ear, and you seize up, effectively stopping his fingers as he slows his thumb down to let you ride out your high.
"fuck- that felt good.." you admit shyly, and michael chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips. "quick, before they see." he whispers, and you take his fingers into your mouth, suckling your cum off of them. "good slut." he teases, pulling his fingers from you to wipe off your spit on his pants. "shh." you gently slap his chest, letting him coddle you close. he chuckles slightly, not trying to stay quiet anymore since your activities ended. "get some rest, you look tired." he says softly, and you hum. "don't let me sleep too long." you say, nuzzling close before dozing off. michael looks at miss burnham, who was still staring at him. eventually, she looks away, watching the film. michael looks back to you, an adoring look in his eye as he rubs your back to soothe you into a deep sleep.
time passes slowly, and michael notices your small shuffles first. your brows are furrowed and your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt tightly as you make a small noise. at first, he didn't know what was going on, but it hit him quickly. you were having a nightmare. you hum, mumbling his name softly as you writhe slightly on his lap. "y/n, wake up." michael whispers, shaking you slightly. "mm... michael?!" you whimper, tears catching on your eyelashes. he shakes you awake quickly, hushing you. "sorry.." you sigh, sniffling. "it's alright. it happens." he says softly, tightening his hold on you. "tell me about it?" he suggests, and you shake your head. "no, i'll be alright." you huff slightly, and michael doesn't take that as an answer. "you said my name." he shrugs, and you fluster. "sorry..." you reply. "tell me what happened." he demands now, and you sigh. "it's nothing, michael, honestly." you protest, listening to his heartbeat. "tell me." he whispers, tangling his fingers with yours.
"it was... bad." you start, and michael stays quiet so you could continue. "doctor loomis was there... and he.. it was." you stammer slightly, closing your eyes with grimace. "he was kinda like... torturing you.." you breathe out, and michael hums. "that'll never happen." he says, trying to sound correct so you didn't worry when the truth was: he had no control in this hospital, and that... that terrified him. yet he couldn't worry his new darling. "i know but... it was so... surreal." you mumble, letting him squeeze your hand tightly. when you'd look back over to the tv, you saw that the movie was reaching it's climax. "i have to see what's next on my schedule..." you sigh, looking over at miss burnham who was reading a book she found nearby. you get up from michael's lap, and he follows you. "miss burnham, what's next on my schedule?" you smile at her, and she looks up and smiles back. "let me check." she says, pulling out the paper. "hmm.. aha! art therapy." she smiles, and you nod. "can-?" you can't even finish your sentence. "fine, he can come." she huffs, giving doctor addison a look. "thank you!" you chirp, leading michael to the yellow room.
"he seems to be a good influence on them." doctor addison notes, and miss burnham sighs. "mhm. i just hope there's nothing romantic going on, he is high security and i don't want them getting in trouble." she replies as the doctor approaches her. "it'll be fine. we can keep an eye on them." the doctor smiles, and miss burnham nods before leaving to follow the two of you.
"so, art therapy is quite fun for me because i get to draw what i like, how i'm feeling or what i can remember." you explain, and michael hums softly as you grab your sketchbook. "check it out, pretty neat stuff huh?" you smile, letting michael see some drawings. he hums once more, this time seemingly impressed. "good work." he offers you a small smile, handing it back to you. you grin, leading him over to your table, past doctor piers who greets you loudly. "god, who's that?" michael mumbles to you, and you sigh. "doctor piers, he's very... loud." you reply, sitting michael down in miss burnham's usual seat. "she won't mind if you sit here." you smile, kissing his cheek without thinking. michael smiles slightly as you walk away quickly to grab some art supplies, embarrassed with yourself. doctor piers approaches him, leaning on the table. "i saw that.. but i'll let it slide. it's nice to see happiness here." the bright doctor smiles, and michael huffs as he doesn't even look at the man. "not talkative huh? let me ask, do you like art?" piers continues, not catching the hint. you come back over, resting your hand on michael's shoulder to ease him from the awkward one-sided conversation.
"right... i'll leave you two to it." piers winks, walking off to his desk as miss burnham approaches. "would you like to make something, michael?" she smiles, and michael shrugs. "he can borrow a page out of my sketchbook if he wants to draw." you say, sitting down as you place your pencils down. "i'll watch." he mumbles to you, tangling his hand with what was luckily your non-dominant hand as you prepare a new page. "alright, let me know if you want to talk about any memories or anything." miss burnham smiles, sitting down and finishing her own colouring pages. michael leans against you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you sketch. "can you draw a clown?" he asks softly, his breath tickling your neck. "sure." you brush your thumb idly over his knuckles as you begin adding clown makeup to the person's features. "nice." he huffs out a laugh, lips brushing against your neck slightly. "she's right there." you whisper as quietly as you can to michael who simply shrugs. "oh well.." he mumbles, still watching you draw.
"i like watching you draw." michael says softly, "thanks. your company is nice." you reply, leaning your head against his. "wanna colour him?" you ask softy, pushing your sketchbook to michael. "uh, okay." you laugh at his unsureness. "we can pick the colours, i'm thinking yellow for his ruffle collar." you say, gently tapping the drawing. "mhm, that would look good." michael agrees, catching miss burnham's affectionate gaze that was mainly focused on you. "what about his makeup? i think red for the eyes and blue for his mouth?" you suggest and michael immediately agrees. "okay, i'll let you do it." you smile, pushing the coloured pencils to him. "okay.." he hums, taking the red pencil from the box.
you watch him trace the lines carefully before colouring it in carefully, trying not to mess up your work. it was cute to see him trying for you. "that looks great." you smile, handing him the blue pencil when he was finished with the eye makeup. "do you like clowns?" you ask softly, and michael nods. "yeah, they were always my costume for halloween." he chuckles, and you smile. "that sounds nice, i was always covered in spooky makeup instead." you laugh at the memory. michael breathes out his own laugh through his nose. you look up at miss burnham who isn't paying attention, so you shyly rested your head on michael's shoulder. he hums softly, glancing at you as he continues to colour your drawing.
"you feeling alright?" he asks quietly, and you nod against him. "i'm fine." you hum, starting to sketch something else. michael watches you as he finishes the colours on the clown, adjusting his grip on your hand slightly. you continue to gently brush his knuckles with your thumb as you sketch away, letting michael doodle in the corner with a red pencil. miss burnham gets up, patting your head gently, "art therapy is almost over, make sure nothing's left out." she says to you, moving over to doctor piers. you hum softy as she leaves, pressing slightly closer to michael as he finishes his doodle. it was a knife, and you can't help but giggle. "nice knife." you joke. "thanks." he chuckles, and you feel fuzzy inside. "come on then, i'm gonna get this all put away." you smile, standing up as you manage to slip your hand from his grip.
michael sighs, getting up to help you. miss burnham seems stressed about something, resting her palm against her forehead as she sighs. you stare for a little while longer until michael moves up against your back. "come on, let's sneak off.." he suggests, pulling you away from the two adults. you shudder at his voice, putting your sketchbook away and following him out the door. the two of you track back to doctor addison's office, and michael locks the door this time.
you smile up at him, letting him pull you close and kiss you. whimpering into his mouth, you cup his face as he backs you up against the desk. hopping up onto the desk, you let michael pull your legs around him. you hum softly, letting him grind into you. "raise your hips." he instructs, and you oblige, letting him pull your pants off. "fuck- you look so good." he mumbles, giving you another kiss as he tugs down his own pants past his hips. pressing his tip into your hole makes you moan as you lay back onto the desktop. "mm- please, please give me more-!" you beg, breath hitching as he begins thrusting. michael grunts as you squeeze around him, fucking deep into you as he leans down onto you to kiss you.
"ah- michael!" you yelp, grabbing his arms as you moan. michael hushes you, pushing your shirt up to suckle dark marks onto your tits. one of your hands find his hair as his mouth finds your nipple. you whimper, your other hand moving from his arm to rub your clit. michael's hand comes up to your throat, and you hum softly, letting him give it an experimental squeeze. instead of letting him choke you, you grab his hand, tangling your fingers with his. michael makes a small noise as you twitch around him, pinning your hand next to your head. "fuck-" he grunts, other hand finding your hip to stop you from sliding up the desk. "mm! michael!" you pant, fingers moving in fast circles over your clit, bringing you closer to your climax.
"come on, i know you're close." michael says gruffly, and you writhe under him, tightening your legs around his waist so he couldn't pull all the way out- forcing him into small yet fast thrusts. "fuck.." michael grunts, his grip on your hip bruising as he pulls you closer. he adored every little "ah" you'd let out as he fucks into you, craving more. what truly catches him off guard is the way your hand comes up to rest on his face lovingly, your other hand squeezing his tightly as you cum on his dick. your thighs spasm as you moan out his name, and michael cums too, filling you up. a few bangs on the door make you jump, and you sit up and see miss burnham and doctor addison. your nurse looks pissed, but doctor addison doesn't seem to mind all that much. "unlock the door, y/n!" she yells as you scramble to pull your pants up, michael doing the same with less worry.
"sorry miss burnham!" you reply, but she doesn't seem pleased. "come here, now!" she snaps, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. doctor addison whispers something to her that you can't hear through the door. michael brings your attention back to the room you're in by grabbing your hand tightly as he unlocks the door. as soon as the click is heard, miss burnham storms in, trying to snatch you from michael. "let go of them! you're taking advantage of their vulnerability, aren't you?!" she screeches, managing to pull you from michael's grasp and hiding you behind her. "it's not like that!" you struggle as doctor addison walks in. "now now, nurse burnham. go easy on them, teens tend to do this. you were a teenager once, weren't you?" he quirks a brow, clearly amused by the situation. "oh hush, doctor. relationships are strictly forbidden in the hospital, everyone knows that." she hisses, moving you out the door.
michael isn't pleased at all, his darling was being swept away and that made his blood boil. before you can be dragged far, michael storms after you, grabbing miss burnham's hair to shove her into the wall. she wails and falls over, ankle rolling painfully in her heels. "michael, no!" you yelp, grabbing his arm tightly to prevent him from doing anything. "don't hurt her!" you beg desperately, and michael deflates slightly, wrapping you up in his arms. "i'm sorry." he whispers, kissing the top of your head as he cradles you close. "i didn't mean to scare you." he says softly as you clutch him tightly. "miss burnham, are you okay?" you ask pulling away from michael slightly. "no! get away from him!" she demands, mascara running down her pretty face as her ankle swells. doctor addison is trying to aid her as security approach the scene. michael wants to pull you away, you can tell, but you stand your ground incase he gets into anymore trouble.
"freeze!" the man yells, pulling out a tazer. you whimper at the gun like object, memories flooding back to you. michael's hold grounds you as he hides you from the guards by pushing you up against his chest, fingers gently stroking your scalp to try and soothe you as your breathing picks up and tears drip down your face. "step away from them and put your hands up!" he demands, but michael stands his ground. "i said-!" the guard squeezes the trigger, and michael doesn't even flinch as he focuses on protecting you.
"well well, causing trouble again, mr myers?" the voice of doctor loomis steps over to the scene, his clean shoes clacking against the laminate floors. michael narrows his eyes at the man, moving away with you slightly. "c'mon, hand your little partner over and solitary won't be as bad." he says, and you look up at michael. "just go with them, i'll be in my room when you come back." you smile up at him weakly through your tears, and he seems unsure. "go on, go. i don't want you getting hurt... i promise we can see each other when you're free." you say, ushering him away. reluctantly, michael goes with doctor loomis and you sit next to miss burnham, giving her a tight hug. "i'm so sorry.." you whimper as she hugs you back. "are you alright?" she asks when you pull away, cupping your face in her hands. you nod slightly with a sniffle, helping her up and letting her lean on you as doctor addison stands. "it's probably broken, which means you'll be out of commission for a little while." he suggests, sighing. "what?! but who will take care of y/n?" her eyes widen as you help her to the staff infirmary of the hospital.
when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.
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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 2 years
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Ch. Twenty Three
⚠WARNING: Mentions of mental health treatment
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You look up from your phone, glancing at your companions. Kita is resting his head on Aran’s shoulder, his eyes closed. Aran also has his eyes closed. From a quick glance it looks like they’re sleeping but they’re both sitting far too tense. Suna is sitting in his chair, awake. He’s scrolling on his phone but his eyes have a glazed-over look.
Needless to say, you’re all quite worn out.
Your phone pings and you look at the new messages.
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You stand from your seat and walk over to Kita and Aran. They stir immediately, giving away the fact that they weren’t asleep at all.
“My friends are going to stop by with dinner,” you say. “They’re bringing enough for us all, including the Miyas. But I’m not sure if they’ll be down.”
Aran blinks in surprise but Kita stands to dip into a bow. “That is very generous of them, thank you. I have some money that I would like to use to pay.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary!” You wave your hands in front of you. “Please, it will be our treat.” Kita looks like he wants to interrupt so you speak again with a smile. “Please, you are all visitors. It would not be very hospitable for me, so I insist.”
This time Kita is the one who blinks at you. He doesn’t reply right away, so Aran leans around him and gives you a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. I’m sure Kita won’t want to object to your hospitality.”
“No, not at all.” Kita murmurs. But he gives you a small smile before bowing his head again and sitting down. You nod and go back to your seat. Suna still has his eyes on his phone but you hear a small mumble from the side after you sit.
“Thanks.”
You glance at him and nod. Your group falls into a lapse of silence, which again gives your brain ample time to wonder. You can’t stop thinking about Osamu, and hoping that he’s okay. Sure he’s physically okay, especially here in the hospital. But you have no idea what a psychiatric watch entails. Is he alone? Does someone have to sit with him and watch him? Does he have to be restrained?
That idea alone makes your heart throb, and you clench your fists to stop the onslaught of negative thoughts. But it doesn’t stop the image of Osamu sitting alone, tied to the bed and looking petrified.
You physically shake your head. There’s no way he’s alone. His parents went up there ages ago. His mother was not about to leave him alone if she could help it. She was in tears when she met you, clearly relieved at the idea of Osamu having a friend in Sendai. She must have been so worried about him, and so scared that he’d never see him again.
It makes your heart ache for your own parents, but you know it’s just noticeable from being close to this situation. You miss your parents, sure, but you talk to them nearly every other day. You visit them and they visit you. Your relationship is fostered with constant communication and check-ins.
You can only imagine how distant and helpless Osamu’s mother has felt these past few weeks without any contact from Osamu. And how powerless she must have felt when realizing that she couldn’t reach out to him in any way.
Part of it breaks your heart, for both Osamu and for his mother. But another part of you is grateful that you were able to be some support for Osamu when he was truly alone here in Sendai.
“Y/N-chan,” a voice calls out. You turn and see Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki head towards you, all laden with plastic bags filled with food. Makki looks worried, Mattsun stoic, but Oikawa glances around the lobby. You watch him offload his bags to Mattsun before he makes for the reception desk. There, several nurses and staff are glaring at your group - you hope that Oikawa can run interference and make them not hate you enough to kick you out.
“Hey guys,” you greet and stand when Makki and Mattsun get closer. Makki sets his bags down on a chair and immediately pulls you into his arms.
“How are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m okay, just exhausted.” You pull away and turn to Kita, Aran and Suna. “This is one of my best friends Hanamaki Takahiro, and that’s his boyfriend Mattsukawa Issei.” Mattsun looks up from where he’s organizing the take out on a small end table and nods.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Makki says. “I hope our dear Y/N-chan hasn’t been too much trouble for you.”
You elbow Makki for his quip, not missing his smirk. It’s not a full Makki smirk but it’s the start of one.
“On the contrary Y/N has been more than helpful.” Kita says politely. “My name is Kita Shinsuke. This is Aran Ojiro and Suna Rintarou.” Aran waves his hand in greeting while Suna just nods. Kita bows towards Makki. “Thank you for bringing dinner, it is very appreciated.”
“But of course!” Oikawa saunters over and sets down a stack of plates and cutlery. His schmoozing of the hospital staff must have gone better than you thought. “And I am Y/N-chan’s best friend - Oikawa Tooru.”
“Yeah, we met you yesterday.” Aran points out, as if Oikawa genuinely forgot and is not re-introducing himself for attention.
“It’s kind of hard to forget someone like you.” Suna says quietly. Oikawa glows at that, but you’re almost certain Suna meant it as an insult. Before you can say anything Mattsun speaks.
“The food is going to get cold, so let’s eat.”
Everyone murmurs thanks and fills up their plates. There’s plenty to feed them all, plus the Miyas, and give them enough leftovers. Everyone sits down in the chairs and digs in.
You know you should eat but you can’t bring yourself to do anything more than push the food around your plate. Suna, sitting next to you, is in a similar state. Both of your actions don’t go unnoticed by Oikawa.
“Y/N-chan, Stringbean - you need to eat.” He chides.
“Stringbean?” Suna asks flatly.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” Oikawa smiles sweetly, the challenge going unanswered when Suna looks back at his plate.
“Suna-kun, please try to have some food.” Kita’s gentle request carries the cadence of an order, and Suna is quick to comply. You glance at Kita, who gives you a nod. “You too, YN.”
You nod and turn back to your food. You twirl your fork in some noodles and take a bite. Looking back up you see both Oikawa and Kita smiling at you.
It’s quiet for a few more minutes, where you’re able to get some more food in you, when Kita speaks up.
“I just want to thank you all again for bringing dinner. Especially today, I understand that it is a more difficult day than others.” Kita pauses, his face turning somber. “And it goes without saying, but I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Wait, how do you know about that?” Mattsun asks.
“Oikawa informed me of the date last night.” Kita answers.
“Oh.” Mattsun answers. He pokes at his food. “We’re sorry for your loss also.”
Kita nods. “Thank you.” It’s quiet again after that, both groups of friends finishing the food on their plates.
You find it a bit surreal that all the people surrounding you now are similar yet so different. And how crazy your paths have become intertwined purely by chance.
You don’t get much time to ruminate on this thought for long before Osamu’s parents come down into the lobby. You all watch as they walk towards your group, Kita and Aran standing to meet them.
Osamu’s mother holds up her hands. “Osamu is going to be alright.” She looks exhausted but there’s a light in her eyes that wasn’t there before. “His fever broke but they’re going to keep him overnight so he can rest.”
Your group lets out a collective sigh and you feel your heart lighten at the news.
But she’s not done talking. “We spoke with the doctor and she called in a psychiatrist and they recommended that Osamu should stay at an in-patient facility here in Sendai for a month. If his doctors are happy with his progress and he’s happy with his progress, he’ll move back home for out-patient therapy.”
Suna speaks up. “He’s coming home?”
The mom nods with a smile. “Yes, he’s coming home.”
Suna exhales sharply and falls further into his seat. He covers his face with his hands and breathes hard. You can see his shoulders shaking minutely, and watch as Aran ducks down to put an arm around his shoulders. Kita steps up to give Osamu’s mother a hug. He’s speaking to her softly but you can’t make out what he’s saying.
You feel someone come up next to you. “Are you alright?”
You glance and see Oikawa watching Kita and Osamu’s mom hug. You take a second to gauge how you’re actually feeling right now, given everything that has happened to you today.
“I’m relieved,” you answer honestly. “Osamu is okay and he’s going to be okay. But also, I’m proud that he’s taking the necessary steps to help himself.”
“Yeah, but,” Oikawa starts. “He’s going to move away from Sendai. And Hyogo is pretty far…”
He trails off and he gives you a sad look. It takes you a second but when you realize what he’s implying your face hardens.
“Osamu is getting the help he needs, and I’d be a terrible friend if I was anything but supportive of that.”
“I know, I know.” Oikawa quickly replies. “I wasn’t trying to make it seem like you didn’t care about him.”
You smile, feeling the previous irritation melt away. “Thanks Tooru.” You pull your friend into a side hug, and let him squeeze you back. You understand what he was trying to say, but you stand by your words - your feelings are the least important thing right now.
“Y/N?” Osamu’s mom comes up to you and Oikawa. Behind her you see Osamu’s dad being introduced to Mattsun and Makki while getting served food from Aran. But you’re focused on the woman standing in front of you now. “Osamu said he wanted to talk to you, if you wanted.”
You blink in surprise. “What?”
“Visiting hours have ended but the doctors have made a special exception for you - I can take you up to his room but you’ll only be able to talk for 15 minutes.”
“Oh.” You can’t really say more, still completely thrown by what’s happening. Osamu wants to see you, apparently bad enough to warrant special permission.
But what you’re really focusing on is that Osamu wants to see you. That last time you and Osamu were in the same room he was delirious with a fever, and the time before that he was drunk and angry with you.
You’re pretty certain that he’s more coherent now than either previous time, but you’re still caught off guard with his request.
But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too.
“Okay,” you finally answer. “But I can go up by myself, if you want to sit and get some food.”
The woman blinks before she gives you a smile. It’s so similar to Osamu’s that it makes your heart skip a beat. “I can see why Osamu wants to see you, you’re so sweet.” Your face burns with your blush but Osamu’s mother doesn’t comment on it. “He’s in room 3D - if you run into anyone you can tell them Dr. Yamada gave you permission.”
You nod at her instructions. She gives you another smile and gently pats your shoulder before leaving you to grab food with her husband.
“Will you be okay?” Oikawa asks you quietly.
You don’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, I’ll be fine.” You smile and step away. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Good luck,” Oikawa calls as you walk away. You look over your shoulder and nod, before turning back to the elevators and making your way to the third floor.
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A/N: The story is wrapping up quite quickly! Quicker than I want! (Not that I'm upset about the direction we're going in!) Looks like the reader has a (much needed) conversation with Osamu coming up - fingers crossed it goes better than their last conversation!
Can't believe it but the final chapter and epilogue will be posted on Friday! Thank you all so much for reading the story so far, I truly cannot put into words how amazing you all are. I read every single comment and see every single kudo and it makes me so happy and grateful. 💖
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soft-angelic-kiss · 3 years
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We’re all a little bit crazy (6)
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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader
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Chapter 6 trigger warnings- mentions of Tourette's (i don't think that’s an ACTUAL trigger but it couldn’t be hurt to mention) mentions of self harm (thinking they're indestructible.) And mentions of counting/taking pills + medications. 
I’m gonna need you guys to bare with me! I really don’t know what a mental hospital is like and so i tried my best with the information a friend gave me :) 
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Walking through the dining hall, Izuku kept his head up and tried to remain tall and strong to the other patients when he heard a squeal and watched the tuff of h/c go up into the air. Immediately Izuku was on a high alert. As he sped up his pace the same as Bakugou, who immediately started yelling
“Gah dammit shitty hair! I don’t you to stay-”
The blonde's voice was easily cut off through the laughter of a red head, and another blonde. 
“Oh chill it Baku-” the blonde's head threw itself backwards as the end of his sentence  “gOU-” escaped his lips. The red head was immediately making sure he was okay, even with Y/N in his arms. Rubbing his neck and asking about cramps
Izuku smiled softly and watched them all interact, being able to tell that they were all best friends. He hummed as Y/N bounced her way over to him and hung on his arm with a smile “YOU CAME” they yelled in excitement making everyone smile softly. 
The red head was the first to make a move as he smiled to the greenette “Hey! I’m Ejirou Kirishima!” he smiled as he pounded his fist together mushing together already forming scars, and bruises against his knuckles. 
It caused Izuku to check out all of his other scars that littered his body, his hands and arms mostly, Y/N must’ve seen him looking Kirishima over and hummed softly whispering into his ear “he thinks he’s indestructible..” Izuku nodded in understanding
“I’m D-” his sentence once again was cut short by a scrunching of his shoulders and a yell of “ENK” before he returned to his previous stance and said “Denki Kaminari!” he smiled softly and waved. Izuku waved back, he decided he would look at their files later after he laid Y/N down for bed. 
“What’s dinner today?” Y/N looked to their friends as they ushered Izuku to the table that they sat at, the setting arrangement a little squishier than normal due to the extra body that was added, On one side Kirishima, Denki, and Shinsou sat together and on the other side sat Izuku, Y/N, Todoroki and Bakugou. 
Bakuou was the first to respond “they have beef stroganoff… and steamed carrots...” Y/N pouted and nodded “I’m not surprised Katsu..” 
The group let out a little disappointed groan collectively. The cafeteria wasn’t the MOST delightful place to have their dinner, but they didn’t have the choice, especially on beef stroganoff night. 
Izuku thought their food opinions were interesting as he let them all engage in conversation quietly observing each of them with a smile. They all looked so happy and content when they were together. 
Bakugou's attitude was calm, Shinsou was engaging in conversation. Shoto was speaking more than Izuku thought was possible for him, Denki’s tics, at least that’s what Izuku had deemed them to be, had calmed down and Kirishima wasn’t hitting anything at all. 
Each of them were so content with each other, he wondered why they were kept apart. Y/N finished her food and each of the boys told her that they were proud of her. Which made bright blushes rise across her whole body with a smile. 
Eventually their dishes were taken from them and they were all sent down to the nurses station for their nightly meds before they would be sent upstairs for the night, Izuku followed after the group seeing as they were ready for the nightly meds.
Checking the time and seeing it was 9:00 pm on the dot, he waited patiently for them to receive their meds and come back. He quietly heard the mutter from Y/N as they counted which meds were there, “..seroquel and gabitril.. For sleep.. And Abilify for depression.`` They took their meds and smiled at Izuku, motioning him to follow them as they bounded up the stairs.
Izuku hummed softly following them back up the stairs placing his clipboard on a bedside table as he watched them get ready for bed as he smiled softly, when Y/N finally laid down humming into their mountain of pillows, all doctors approved.
“Good night… thank you for hanging out with me..” Izuku smiled as your voice echoed quietly in the small room causing his heart to flutter with how soft and sleepy you sounded. 
“Of course. I hope you sleep well Y/N” he hummed softly as he exited the room hearing your snores. Shortly after his words slipped past his lips, he exited and saw all the other boys' doors were closed. Figuring they were asleep too. He headed down to the staff room to put away his clipboard when he remembered that he wanted to check on Kirishima’s and Kaminaris files. 
He slowly searched through the last names, conveniently the two names were placed right together making sure that he wouldn’t forget about the other. With a soft hum he pulled out Kirishima’s file first. 
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(Patient Name) Ejirou Kirishima  (Patient #785)
 (Date admitted) 10-25-2015
 (Patient age) 22
 (Patient disorder) Psychosis, Congenital insensitivity to pain. 
(History/cause)  Patient has seemed to believe that he is indestructible. He walks into walls and punches glass things, often resulting in scars and bleeding around his body, his mother has stated that he’s done this since he was little but always assumed he would grow out of it. He never did.
(Has patient...)
-attempted suicide? 
-attempted homicide?
-attempted any act of self-harm? 
-attempted violence on past employees?
-attempted escape?
 (Other). He’s very affectionate to those around him but often tries to prove his manliness to those around him. He always smashes his fists together declaring the manliness/womanlyness of those around him. 
(Danger level) 7/10
Izuku let out a breath as he quietly looked at the file over one more time before placing it back. He felt sorry for the red head but it explained the scar littered on his body. It also explained why he was calling everything manly.
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(Patient Name) Denki Kaminari  (Patient #786)
 (Date admitted) 4-20-12
 (Patient age) 21
 (Patient disorder) Tourette Syndrome, depression, anxiety
(History/cause)  Patient was diagnosed with Tourettes around 6 years old, but his parents have said he’s always displayed symptoms of it even from toddler age. He stuck his finger in an electrical socket when he was 7 and it caused the scars going up his arms. 
(Has patient...)
-attempted suicide? 
-attempted homicide?
-attempted any act of self-harm? 
-attempted violence on past employees?
-attempted escape?
 (Other). He’s very cheeking, loves telling jokes and is relativity an easy going guy, he rarely has attacks but when he does i advise all employees to watch out because he gets urges to touch electricity, and mess with electrical setups 
(Danger level) 5/10
Izuku carefully placed the file back into the cabinet as he let out a breath. No wonder they all saw something in each other. They all had such similar stories, even if they weren’t exactly the same they all found solace in each other.
Y/N was missing a mother, father and brother figure in her life, which is why she pursued a relationship with Todoroki, Bakugou and Kirishima. Who all gave off the vibes that the poor younger needed to thrive. 
Todoroki was missing his sister and brother, which is why he connected so well with Denki and Y/N, they both held similar qualities to the two he had lost.. 
 Bakugou needed stable, but fun people to help him realize what a calm world this really was.. And that’s why he bonded with Todoroki, Shinsou. Kirishima, Denki and Y/N. They were all as equally calm as they were cheeky, meaning they could help Bakugou with whatever problem was needed. 
Shinsou was missing his parents and his little baby sister, so while he still had the parents to bond with during visiting hours. He treated each of these people as if they were a little sibling to him.
Kaminari finally felt accepted because none of them batted an eye when his tics happened, and it made him feel like he finally had a family, and he was finally happy.. 
Kirishima felt protected. While he enjoyed feeling power and being manly.. Sometimes it was nice to feel protected. None of them ever questioned how manly he was.. So he felt at peace 
Nothing could separate them. Nothing at all, Izuku was sure of it. He placed everything back before he finally headed back up to his own room. Finishing his nightly routine as he thought of the group he’d met today as he started falling into dream land. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» @buckyneedsplums @lazywriterfullofideas09 @notchittatenn @psycho-101  @toodarktoseethelight @unlogical-ella  if you’re crossed out that’s because it wouldn’t let me tag you :( «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
a/n: HI GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!! In a moment of clarity i finally decided to work on this chapter. It’s been hard for me but you know i finally did it! Like i stated earlier I've never been to a mental hospital so i don’t know what it’s like in there. I tried my best using the information  friend had given me. Thank you guys for sticking with the story for as long as you have! 
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