#but the school nurse is iconic and i genuinely mean it

[dumbbitchhour]

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No. 9: The Body

Chapter One

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Eve, once a rebellious runaway had turned her life around through the help of others to now be a doctor. She tries to return the favor these days. When a mysterious man keeps popping up in her life, what will her natural talent for healing become when it finally meets someone else with abilities like hers? The introductory chapter.

Warnings/Tags: Meet Cute. Some medical/blood/injury stuff.

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From the view from her apartment window, only slightly obscured by the fire escape, Eve looked out on the gloomy sunrise falling over the New York City street below. The fog and steam from the light drizzle on the street grates blended with the haze of her coffee cup as she took a moment to gather herself, feel the calm at the moment before the chaos of her job began.

Eve was all about function over fashion these days. Her childhood had held many questionable punk ensembles and thrifted, or even stolen pieces that were worn down to bare threads. But now her clothes usually consisted of scrubs, so she opted for comfort usually. She savors the last of her coffee and the peace of her small home and makes her way out into the world to begin another long, chaotic 12-hour shift.

The phrase, “business as usual” couldn’t really apply to work in an Emergency Room but when you worked an ER in New York, literally anything could be called as such. So the day began, and so did the rush of decisions, needles, charts, and blood as the job called for. She changed out her off duty uniform of pants that compromised mostly of spandex. For the season warm fleece-lined leggings were her go-to currently. Her boots needed replacing, as she’d bought new sneakers for work but neglected her everyday ones. What a metaphor for her life that was. You couldn’t really wear anything but boots in the city winter as the mess on the streets would seep through anything else. She peeled off her layers of a tank top, t-shirt, hoodie, and jacket to stuff into her locker and got into her sterile looking and feeling scrubs that served as her protection from whatever the wild night of New York emergency room drama would unfold. “Doctor Corpuz to the ER please.” She heard the intercom over her headphones. It was already starting. —

The night had been average, traffic accidents, assault, chest pains, overdose, nothing that would throw Eve off her game. Her years of residency had assured that. As usual, she became drained the longer the night went on, hitting the caffeine hard to make it through the last hours.

“Uh, hey, Eve we’ve got this guy in room 3 and he’s being…. a bit belligerent,“ the woman rolled her eyes as she casually leaned on the counter “He’s scaring the intern, you might wanna go help deescalate.” A half-smile that made it clear that the news delivered was something said more times than either of them could count now. “Since you’re so good at it and all.” She cracks her gum and even though it’s delivered sarcastically, the jab was actually true.

“Ugh.. why do I have to be the one that’s good at this?” She huffs and shrugs with heavy arms as she throws a playful pout her friend’s way. “Why can’t you just go yell at them? It sure scares me.” Eve quips as she stretches to prepare herself.

“I already did and he did not respond well to authority so… in you go Mr. Rogers.” She hits Eve on the shoulder with the patient’s file and she dramatically grasps it.

“Tired of being good cop. Let me yell at the next one alright?” She says back as she walks away.

“Got it Doc.” She answers as she begins to walk away.

Eve takes a deep breath and focuses before entering the room, trying to bring up that positive side of herself for the task at hand.

“I told you what I told ya, alright?” She could see from the chart and the bleeding man lying on a bed in front of her in a stance all black and leather ensemble. Her first thought was oh god what did he get stabbed with? He looks like he’s been at some BDSM party that went south, in the bad sense, and fast. It was multiple stab wounds to the abdomen and he was ready to be sewn up but wasn’t agreeing to be still despite the pain medicine he’d been given.

“Hey, dude we can we just shhh a little? Bring down the volume a touch?” She asks as the black-haired man turned his head her way. His dark brown eyes were glazed and he was clearly feeling the pain pills. A heavy brow lay low and angry as he sized her up a bit slower than he was accustomed to.

“Who are you?” He asks with a bite.

“I could ask you the same thing. I’m the ER Doctor tonight, Eve Corpuz. And you are?”

“I’m nobody.” He answers at a lower volume.

“Well Nobody, looks like I’ve got to stitch you up. Would you mind if I got to it?” She snaps on her gloves as the nurse pushes a tray with her instruments on it towards her.

“I need to get out of here.” He says, voice now at a more acceptable volume.

“If you let me sew you up you’ll be out of here right after and then we’ll all be happy, alright?” She gives smile his way that was softer than her tone. “I think I’ve got it from here Sherry. I won’t be needing any help will I Nobody? I can sew you up real quick and we can get on with our nights? Since you seem so busy and all?”

He looks to the other nurse and back to the doctor, muscles still tense but in a much more passive body language. “Yeah…okay.” He nods and his clearly scowling eyes kept on the nurse.

“Alright we’re good here. I’ll finish up and you can get Mr. Nobody here some pain control to take home ready?”

“I’ll be back in with the forms.” She responds, another way to let the doctor know she would be close by. After a shared nod, they said, “Yes I’m sure.” She was left alone with the scowling stranger.

“I don’t like her.” He pointed and laid back down on the table.

“That’s fair.” Eve shrugs, seeing a calm and casual approach was working best. “I just want to get you as best prepared as I can to heal up well, alright? I’m not gonna hound you for info like they were. That’s not my job.” She gives a humorous smile as she preps the areas on his stomach.

He blinks at her, looking down at her hands as she touches the wounds, and his nose twitches from pain. He says nothing as his attention is averted and her tone not aggressive and being reasonable with him.

“This part is gonna hurt. I’m not gonna bullshit you alright? But it’s not as bad as being stabbed so… Got me?”

His eyes meet hers. his round and partially, deep-set against full dark brows and goatee against his brown skin. “What kind of doctor says bullshit?” He asks with a head tilt.

“The kind that gets shit done.” She smiles and shrugs. “I’ve been on the other side of this situation before, I know it sucks and I’m not here to be the bad guy. I’m not a snitch… a narc or whatever, I’m just Eve and I wanna help. Because I know what it’s like.” She says earnestly and he doesn’t detect any bullshit as she’d said. He could read people, and he found her a little odd but… genuine.

“You been stabbed before?”

“I have.” She nods. “It fuckin hurts doesn’t it?” She laughs and nods, testing the equipment.

“Yeah. It does.” He gives a huff with a more relaxed expression before wincing.

“Where did you get stabbed?” He asks, brain still trying to read her.

“In the arm.” She nods casually.

“Ow.”

“Yeah ow.” She smiles he continues keeping her focus on cleaning up her space and open her tools.

“Why?” he asks.

“Why did you get stabbed?” she gives him a no-nonsense glance

“I was saving a cat from a tree.” his testy tone was full of pain med induced confidence.

“So did the tree stab you or the cat stab you with a 4-inch blade?”

“The cat.” He responds was as snarkily as she had in their back and forth.

“Mean cat.” She replies with a more casual smile as they begin to feel each other out.

“Yeah. He was a real asshole.”

She begins tapping the area and he doesn’t react. “Think we’re good now. Don’t move, please?”

“Kay.” He nods and lets his head fall back. As she works he watches her face. “So how did you get stabbed?”

“Would you believe a cat got me too?”

He gives a little confused smile. “I wouldn’t actually.”

“Then we have that in common.”

He grunts in appreciation for her attitude. Guess he’d have to work harder to figure her out. She looked warm, yet severe and her faded tattoos peeking out from her collar and sleeves were proving very interesting to him. She didn’t look or more interestingly feel like a doctor to him. He was used to pretending to be things he wasn’t, but if she was, she was better than him at it.

“Looks like I need to get more stuff.” She mutters, looking around the room. She covers two of three wounds and sighs. “I’ll be right back okay?”

“Okay.” He says with a face that she believed. But it wasn’t the first time her caring nature would’ve been taken advantage of, and the entertaining stranger was gone when she returned to the room. Nothing but the blood left behind and a warm indent on the bed. He was good, she thought. Actually, she was downright impressed he got past her. It’d be a headache for paperwork later but a good story to tell at least.

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The next night the stranger named Nobody was the farthest thing from Eve’s mind. She was enjoying her take out, the container in hand, and chopsticks tapping to the playlist titled “classical: chill”. She’d made it to play when she studied in school and during residency and apparently she’d conditioned herself to be more relaxed while she played it.

The sun had just gone down and the winter chill was heavy around her windows. In her functional fashion, she wore sweats and slippers and layers topped with a hoodie. She was swaying and focusing on how good cold lo mein could be. The light of her standing lamp illuminating the solid rectangle of open space that was her kitchen and living room. Much like her fashion, it was cozy and functional. Nothing brash or bold, just neutral colors and lots of comforts.

Eve was winding down to sleep off her last shift, making some time to eat and enjoy herself before having to get back to it the next morning. Her dark hair was damp and twisted on top of her head, glasses mended with floss sat unsecured on her nose as she ate with her eyes closed. During the weeks where she had close shifts she usually took it easy on herself, her hours could vary wildly, and sometimes that worked in her advantage and sometimes it didn’t. But it wasn’t anything new to her. She figured if she made it through residency she could make it through anything, and right now the coziness, the juxtaposition of inside her little warm home and the biting January cold that lay just outside the windows. They sat with curtains that fell ceiling to floor, mostly drawn. Being on the third floor she had never been too worried about anyone seeing into her windows. But perhaps she should have been.

That, forgotten in this moment, Nobody was taking full advantage of the small space left by the curtains. He peered in, watching her. He drummed his gloved fingers over two healed fresh scared marks near his ribs. He could find anything sinister about her. She wasn’t any sort of plant in the hospital and she wasn’t there looking for him. She seemed like a nice enough woman actually, but he knew there had to be something he was missing.

He continued this for days. He would follow her around, trying to figure out what her deal was. He’d become a bit preoccupied with it, as was his nature. Since his return to the city, he’d been going from vigilante case to case to distract himself. It felt like old times in fleeting moments, but when the chaos that had surrounded him recently came rushing back at him, he wasn’t one to wallow in his sadness. Rather it hung around as he decided to go back to doing the thing he knew best. Without connects at the police anymore he was left with that familiar feeling of being a lone wolf . He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it, and it wasn’t on his list of things to contemplate soon. So a mystery woman, ironically enough was what the doctor ordered when it came to distractions.

So far she was pretty boring. As far as people with powers went, he guesses. She liked coffee, take out. Nothing that interesting, except that he was now totally healed, scarred and the pain was only a memory. She was a doctor, sure, but he’d never healed that fast in his life. He’d worked himself up to conspiracy theories of her using some new medicine that was being tested on civilians without their knowledge. But he found nothing of the sort. There wasn’t a lot on her when he searched her name. First-year doctor at a hospital, went to medical school and college, what you’d expect. She spent most of her time working, goes out with some women she works with on occasion, then went home. No following her to a seedy alley for a secret meeting or her making coded phone calls. No, she was just a woman who left her curtains open and he felt like he’d hit a wall on the investigation. So for now, she remained a collection of scribbled notes in his apartment.

His other antics, most that involved fighting and men with guns and knives, understandably led to frequent injuries for him, most ones he could handle. But it just so happened next time he got really hurt, he knew exactly which doctor to go to.

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Eve got there early, a shoulder gunshot wound and a split open brow. A not unusual combination. She approached the room, and no one but her seemed to recognize the man that lay in the bed.

She noticed he looked almost relieved at the sight of her, which she wasn’t used to.

“I got it.” She says a nod to the nurse as he approaches him.

“Listen, Doc you gotta get me out of here.” He begins.

“Yeah I knew that was you…” she gives him a side-eye. “I think you need either new hobbies or new friends because this is the second time in what… a month you’re in here?

“You do recognize me.”

“Of course I do you know how much of a pain in the ass paperwork is when you disappear?”

“No.”

“Clearly since you ran last time.” She says more severely as she begins the usual process again.

“Look, I saw an opportunity and I took it. Nothing personal.” he offers with a shake of his head. “ This time there’s gonna be cops and you can’t let them in here. They’ll see me and arrest me and I don’t want that.”

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why do they want to arrest you?”

“Because they think I did something.”

“Did you…?”

“No.”

She considers his eyes for a moment, whether he was being honest or not. “…What’s your name?”

“So you can tell the cops, yeah no thanks.”

“Fair…Then tell me how you got stabbed.” It was more of a demand than a request. A terms of service agreement for her involvement.

“I was after a bad guy and he fought back, then more bad guys showed up and one of them got me.” his response was as vague as he could get away with, they both knew that.

“You’re the good guy in this instance?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you some undercover…something-er-other?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Just a wanted criminal?”

“Wanted. Not a criminal.”

She sighs and he hisses as she begins to work on him. He notices her lips purse and her eyes making a decision beyond watching the work she was doing?

“Doctor Corpuz, there are some policemen that want to ask you some questions.

“Tell them I’m finishing up a procedure, to stay by the front desk and I’ll be out.”

“Yes, Doctor.” the nurse bows.

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

She stays quiet, finishing up sewing and reaching for a bandage. “Yeah.” she nods.

“Good, I didn’t want to have to hurt you.”

She swings her eyes his way in a clear glare that told him she did not find his joke funny. “You aren’t helping your case any random nobody who’s been stabbed multiple times in the past month. You clearly are good at making decisions, maybe I should tell them about you.” she retorts with more sting and she gives his stomach a harsher pat before moving away.

“Uh…it was..it would be funny if you knew me. I don’t want to hurt you…Eve Corpuz.” he glances at the tag and then her face.

“No, we’re back on a Doctor-patient relationship now.”

“But you’re still gonna help me get out?”

“Yes, fuck, I said I would already.” she shakes her head at him and motions for him to sit up. “I’ll have them at the front desk and distract them, and you go out the back way. You’ll get some attention, but not from them.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the coolest doctor they’ve ever met?”

“They haven’t actually. Usually, they’re too busy screaming in pain when we meet.” she cleans the space and begins to walk out the door as he catches her wrist.

“Thanks. Doctor. Eve. Whatever.”

“Well, you’ll owe me I guess. What good that does me when I don’t even know you’re name, huh? Just get out as quietly as possible, alright? Don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t.” he nods and releases his grip on her.

[imyoursandthatsitwhatever]

only wanna dance with you

It all started with Patrick Swayze.

Steve, Robin, and Billy navigate the summer together: A story in three parts.

for @awickedplacethisis, who inspires me

part i

love isn’t always magic sometimes it’s just melting where it’s black and blue where it hurts the most -andrea gibson

The thing is, the first time Robin comes over that first summer, Steve doesn’t really know how to act. Like, he knows they almost died together, and he knows she genuinely gives a shit about him, but they don’t actually know each other that well yet. Somehow, learning Robin’s deepest, darkest secret feels like he’s barely even scratched the surface.

So, as usual, he tones it down. When he wants to reach out, get close, he stays a respectful distance. He isn’t clingy, okay. Not anymore. He’s trying to be better. Normal. Robin’s the first friend he’s had over to his house who’s older than fourteen and he doesn’t want to fuck this up by being weird.

He sits a respectful distance away from her on the couch. He puts a pillow between them when they lie on his bed getting high. He doesn’t even hug her goodbye when she leaves. He doesn’t do any of those things because he doesn’t even know if Robin likes being touched. And he’s trying to be better. More considerate. It’s a little harder than he thought it’d be, ‘cause he’s an affectionate person, but he thinks it’s for a good cause.

It’s just started to rain when he hears the knock on the door. He stumbles out of bed, glancing at the red letters blinking on the clock. 12:53. Oh Jesus, something’s wrong.

Robin’s on the other side of the door. Her eyes are wet and red-rimmed and she’s hugging herself around the middle, hunched over like she has a really bad stomach ache. She’s reaching for him before he even knows what’s happening, arms wrapping around his neck, body sagging, and she’s holding him like he’s the answer to every problem she’s ever had.

“Hey,” he whispers, gently weaving his fingers through her hair. It’s soft and smells like strawberries. “I’ve got you.”

And God, he’s wanted this for so long. Not only to be touched, but to be needed. And yeah, he and Robin are just friends, and he’s glad they stayed that way. Because it means things are never going to get complicated. He needs that in his life—Something easy. Something that makes sense without having to stare at it for two hours like a math problem. Robin makes sense to him. He trusts her. And maybe, since she’s here, that means she trusts him too.

He tucks his hands under Robin’s thighs and lifts her up, her legs wrapping around him immediately as he walks her over to the couch. Carrying her is easy, and suddenly he remembers when he used to do this with girls at parties to try to make himself look cool, and laughs at himself. He used to care so fucking much about what everyone thought. Now, he only cares about who the hell made the coolest girl he knows so fucking sad.

When he sits on the couch, she curls up into his lap, her head tucked right under his chin. He can feel her breath tickling his collarbone as he pulls his arms tighter around her.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, his words muffled by her ponytail.

“Fuck no,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. He feels something wet hit his chest and he realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen Robin really cry. It’s unsettling and horrible and he just wants to make it better.

“Okay,” he answers simply, reaching for the TV remote. He finds The Golden Girls and leaves it on, because he remembers that Robin hasn’t stopped talking about this show since it premiered. Betty White is a fucking icon, dingus. You’ll get it when you watch it.

He feels a small laugh vibrate against his chest and he smiles. Maybe he’s doing something right. He takes a chance and starts rubbing little circles into the back of her neck—she sighs contentedly, nuzzling up against him like a cat.

It’s then that Steve realizes that maybe Robin was waiting on him, too. Maybe she was trying to feel him out, see what his boundaries were. And then got to a point where she didn’t care enough to pretend anymore.

She’s always been braver than he ever was, anyway. And that might be why this means so much now—That when she couldn’t be brave anymore, when she had to break down, she came to him. She came to Steve.

He hears a soft intake of breath followed by a quiet snore and laughs a little. After he mutes the TV he carefully undoes her shoe laces, slipping her Converse off and setting them down on the coffee table. His mom would kill him if she knew but as usual, she isn’t around to make a fuss. He reaches behind him for the down blanket resting on the back of the couch and covers them both, shifting backwards a little so he can lie down properly.

Robin is warm against him as Steve closes his eyes to sleep, and it isn’t weird, it just feels nice. It feels nice to hold someone. Even if that someone is currently drooling on his shirt a little bit.

He’ll give her shit about it tomorrow.

Maybe.

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part ii

every time you smoke a cigarette i want to rip it from your mouth i don’t know how to say this except that it breaks my heart to think that anything could take you from me  even a moment before it has to

-fortesa latifi

After that night, things are easy between them—effortless, really. Steve could lay his head down in Robin’s lap and she would know that he wants her to play with his hair. She tugs at it, scratches her fingernails against his scalp, even braids it sometimes, and he’s never felt more at home in his own body. It’s his favorite summer to date.

Robin graduates top of her class the next year. Steve sits in the audience and might have cried a little bit when he heard her speech, but no one can prove that. Billy wasn’t there. Steve had heard from Max that he’d started a job at a local mechanic, after getting his diploma by taking the few classes he’d needed from the school in the next town over. Billy stops by Family Video every once in a while to rent a movie, and they’d gone out to the quarry to smoke together one night, but other than that, Steve doesn’t see much of him.

August comes too fucking fast and Robin heads off to Indiana State on a full ride. Steve helps her pack her shit up, even drives with her down there to help her move in. When he drives away, leaving her waving at him on the sidewalk, his heart crawls up to his throat and stays there the whole drive home.

A year passes before it feels like he can even blink. The kids are halfway through high school and they’re busy with projects and girlfriends and other teenage bullshit, so he sees a lot less of them. Dustin and Suzie break up in April, so for a while, Steve keeps himself busy helping Dustin nurse his broken heart, mostly with the help of gummy worms and lots of pudding. Then Dustin meets a cute girl in Chemistry class, of all places, and Steve is left alone again.

When Robin comes back for summer vacation, she drags Steve to the premiere of Dirty Dancing, and when they get home, Robin demands that he lift her up like Swayze. He tries, he really does, but he’s not exactly ready when she jumps and they both end up a mess of limbs on the floor, carrying a couple bruises into the next week as battle scars. She laughs and swats at him, and he thinks he might be bleeding somewhere, but it’s okay. It’s fun. It’s easy, with Robin.

He slips up later that night, when they’re getting high out by the pool. They’ve got two chairs pulled together, their legs tangled together, when he breathes the tangy smoke into the air and whispers, “I think… I have a thing for Billy.”

Billy could lift Robin like Swayze. Hell, Billy could lift Steve like that. Could lower him down, real slow, faces close enough to touch—Jesus. His mouth is watering and his dick is kicking in his jeans just from the thought.

“I think you do, too,” Robin replies, giggling, as she takes the blunt from between Steve’s fingertips and sucks on it.

He sits up in surprise, nearly knocking them both over. “Were you ever going to tell me?” Steve asks incredulously. He’s a little high, so he’s seeing two Robins right now, and he doesn’t know which one to glare at.

“Oh my God, Steve. I didn’t know I had to inform you who you have a crush on.” Robin sighs dramatically and passes the blunt back to him. “You’re like a little baby deer. So helpless.”

Steve groans and collapses back against the pool chair.

“How did you know I like him?” Steve asks, finishing off the blunt and flicking the roach somewhere near the pool’s edge.

“Well, first of all, you visited him in the hospital, like, every day,” she begins matter-of-factly.

Steve’s mouth tastes like cotton when he answers, “I was driving Max there, Robin. I was being a good Samaritan.”

“Oh, and were you being a good Samaritan when you spent nights there? Nights, as in plural, as in more than once?”

She has a point. Who is he kidding? Robin always has a point.

“He was alone, you know? And he saved us. And I wanted…” I wanted him to know I was there for him. That I could keep being there. If he wanted.

“Steve.” Her voice is gentle, soft in that way that wraps around him and makes him feel like nothing could ever hurt him again. She’s holding his hand. Her black nail polish is chipped, it’s always fucking chipping, he wonders why she even bothers with it. But then he remembers that Robin doesn’t expect things to be perfect, or even want them to be. She likes things just how they are. She likes Steve just how he is.

He finally looks up at her, and she’s grinning at him. “Steve, I’m going to tell you a story, okay? All you have to do is listen.” Her voice is a little wobbly from the weed, but even while high, Robin’s a good storyteller. He lies back against the chair and folds his arms over his chest, waiting patiently.

“Do you remember that day last summer, when you had that really bad cold and you couldn’t make it into work?” Robin asks. Steve looks up at the stars, trying to map out some of the constellations Dustin had showed him, as he nods.

“Well, Billy stopped in that day. Thursday afternoon. Like he always does.” Steve wonders why she’s putting such heavy emphasis on the word. He knows Billy always stops by Thursday afternoons. It’s why Thursdays are his favorite day to work. Billy gets off work early from the garage on Thursdays, Steve doesn’t really know why, but he comes in with his coveralls tied around his waist and smelling like grease and it’s always the best part of Steve’s day, by a long shot.

“He came up to the counter, glanced around, and asked if I was working alone today. I said you had abandoned me in favor of being ill. And do you know what he did?”

“No. What?” Steve asks breathlessly. What could Billy have done that day in Family Video that warranted an entire fucking story about it?

“He walked out of the store, Steve. He didn’t even rent a movie. Just walked out. Do you know what that tells me, dingus?”

God, he’s so high right now. Her voice sounds far away and his heart is beating like a fucking drum in his ears. “No, I don’t,” he answers honestly, ‘cause he just really needs her to give him the answer. He can’t guess when it comes to Billy. With Billy, it has to be a sure bet.

“Billy doesn’t come to Family Video every Thursday to rent movies, Steve,” Robin says softly, tapping her thumb against his hand, “He comes to see you.”

Steve lets her words hang in the air for a second, imagines them attaching themselves to the stars up above and spelling it out for him.

He comes to see you.

He’s out of his chair before he even knows what he’s doing, swaying a little. Robin scrambles up to tug him back down before he falls face-first into the pool.

“Oh my God,” Steve says as he collapses back onto the chair, putting his face in his hands, “How could you let me be such a goddamn idiot? Is it fun, watching me being oblivious?”

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little fun,” Robin jokes, nudging her shoulder against his. “I knew you needed time to figure it out. You can’t rush these things.”

“Yeah, but Billy probably feels like shit because he’s been dropping hints since like, day fucking one and I didn’t notice, Robin.”

It’s like sand has been scrubbed from his eyes and he can finally see. He’d stayed in the hospital that first night because Billy had asked him to. Billy had grabbed his hand as he stood up, looking at him frantically, still hooked up to that goddamn breathing machine because his lungs were too fucking weak. Steve had just thought he’d wanted someone to keep him company. His big, dumb, ugly brain hadn’t thought for even a second Billy wanted him, specifically.

And then, the way Billy had looked at him when he finally got that awful tube out of his throat. How he’d smiled and asked hoarsely, “Am I dreamin’, or is that you, Harrington?” Like he’d been waiting to say it. Like he’d spent weeks picking out the perfect fucking line.

It all comes back to him in startling clarity, now. How he’d wake up in the morning, in that really terrible plastic chair, to Billy staring at him. How Billy would suddenly turn his head and pretend to look out the window. How the nurse greeted Steve that morning he brought bagels—“Oh, you must be Steve,”—like Billy had been talking about him. How Billy had asked Steve, not Max, to check his chest when he thought he’d ripped open a stitch.

And the Thursday afternoons. Steve was so dense he didn’t even realize Billy was coming to rent a video every Thursday afternoon because he wanted to see him. And, now that he’s thinking about it, Billy probably gets off at 2:00 every Thursday at the garage because Steve gets off at 3:00 on Thursdays. And that’s probably something that Billy fucking knows, ‘cause Steve is pretty sure that he works later nights at the garage the rest of the week. Thursday’s probably the only day he can free up to swing by.

“Robin, I have to go see Billy. Like, now,” Steve says, getting to his feet, “But first, I have to get… uh, un-high. How do I get un-high?”

He feels a warm hand on his back, leading him towards the house. “You need water, snacks, and a cold shower,” Robin replies confidently, “Let’s go, dingus.”

The shower is a brilliant idea, really, because Robin turns the dial just cold enough to shock him back into reality, but not enough to make him hypothermic. (However, it’s a close thing.)

He eats the haphazard sandwich she shoves in his face and chugs a glass of water while she towel dries his hair for him.

“How long have we been married?” Steve asks in amusement as she grabs the blow dryer.

“17 years. And you forgot our last anniversary. Dick.” She shoves his head down and starts violently blow-drying, ignoring his protests as he tries to choke down the last piece of sandwich in his mouth.

She leaves him to style his hair and skips off to his bedroom, muttering something about picking out an outfit for him. She returns with a pair of dark wash jeans and an emerald green sweater.

“I haven’t worn those jeans in years, I don’t even know if they still fit—”

“Okay, Steve, newsflash: Billy is very into your ass. I’ve seen him look at it. He is not a shy guy. These jeans are going to be tight on your ass and Billy’s mind will be properly blown. And before you ask about the sweater, the color green just so happens to go very well with the color brown, and from the many times I’ve watched Billy gaze longingly into them, I can safely assume he is also a fan of your big, dumb, Bambi eyes. Any further questions?”

Steve shakes his head, eyes wide, and slips the jeans over his boxers. They fit like a glove. Especially over his ass.

“Are you a genie?” he asks, staring at Robin suspiciously as he tugs the sweater over his head. It’s really fucking soft. He hopes Billy will want to put his hands on him when he sees it.

“Not a genie. Just call me your fairy godmother,” Robin sing-songs as she throws his car keys at him, watching him almost spectacularly fail to catch them, “I have a feeling you’re not gonna be back, so you can drop me off at my place on the way there.”

“What do you mean I’m not gonna be back?” Steve asks, horrified, before the joke clicks. “Oh,” he says softly as she digs through the bathroom cabinets, finding a bottle of cologne and spritzing him a couple times.

“You have his new address, right?” Robin asks as they head outside towards his car.

“Yeah, I remember where it is. I dropped him off there once.” After we smoked together out at the quarry all night. I thought about kissing him before he climbed out of the car, but I didn’t because he was too fucking beautiful and I was too fucking scared.

Robin gives him a thumbs up from her living room window after he makes sure she gets inside, and then the lights are switched off in the house and he’s alone again, pulling away from the curb and racing down the street towards Billy’s apartment.

He feels an eerie sense of calm as the turn draws closer, even though he knows he should be shaking out of his skin right about now. Somewhere between nights at the hospital and Thursday afternoons, Billy had become important. And when someone’s important to you, you’re supposed to tell them. Friends don’t lie.

The street sign comes into view and he turns the wheel easily. His hands aren’t shaking. He isn’t nervous. He actually feels better than he has in a long time, because he’s pretty sure Billy has been waiting for Steve to show up at his door.

The night is quiet save for the occasional chirp of a cricket as he climbs out of the car, looking up at the apartment complex. Billy’s on the ground floor, in the back of the building, and his feet are taking him there and before he really even registers what he’s doing, he’s knocking on the door.

There’s a muffled curse inside as something falls to the ground, and then the door is being wrenched open and Billy is standing there, eyes wild and body coiled up tight. His expression immediately softens when he sees Steve, and the frying pan that was clenched in his hand falls to the floor for what appears to be the second time, judging from the sound. Steve stares at it for a second before clearing his throat.

“Hey,” he says, mustering up a smile because Billy is still kind of staring at him like he’s trying to figure out if Steve is real. He’s got a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, his white tank top stained with some sort of orange sauce, and Steve belatedly realizes he’s interrupted Billy making dinner.

“Hey,” Billy answers back, looking at Steve warily. His hand is still outstretched where it had been holding the pan, and he clenches it back into a fist. “What are you—”

“I’ve recently been informed that I’m an idiot. I mean, I knew that before, but I’ve reached like, a pretty incredible level of stupid at this point,” Steve starts, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

Billy’s eyebrows fly up in surprise. “You’re not—”

“No, I really am. I’m really stupid, Billy. It took me getting high tonight to figure it out, because I was too scared to admit it before. And I’m sorry for all the time I’ve wasted.”

Steve lets out a shuddering breath; he watches Billy’s brow furrowing in confusion and he imagines reaching out to smooth it with his thumb.

“I think you’ve been trying to tell me something, and I wasn’t getting it,” Steve starts softly, stepping closer to the doorway. Billy looks a little taken aback, but he doesn’t move. “See, I always looked forward to my Thursday afternoon shifts ‘cause I knew you’d be stopping by. It never occurred to me that you might have a different reason for coming to the store other than, you know, renting movies. I thought you just really liked Rocky, I guess?” Steve laughs quietly, glancing down at the ground. He and Billy are inches apart and he swears he can hear Billy’s heartbeat.

“I was thinking tonight, after I dropped Robin on the floor, that you could totally lift me up like Patrick Swayze does and I just, really like that about you.” Steve sighs, tearing his gaze from the floor to glance at Billy, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he nods for Steve to go on, “I really like a lot of things about you. And I need you to know that I thought about kissing you that night after the quarry, and I thought about kissing you before that too, and you’re honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen and I didn’t know how someone like you would ever want to be with me, and I know I’ve been stupid, but I—”

He feels his sweater being tugged forward, and then Billy’s lips are moving softly against his, and Steve breathes a sigh of relief into Billy’s mouth as he winds his arms around Billy’s neck.

Billy feels so fucking good, from the hard planes of his abs pressing against Steve’s torso to the needy way he licks into Steve’s mouth as he walks them backwards. Steve feels his back hit soft cushions and Billy lifts his arms above his head, holding him by the wrists, as he sucks on Steve’s bottom lip. He feels Billy move against him, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to hide how hard he is, his cock brushing against Steve’s thigh and sending a burst of heat straight down to his groin. Billy slots his knee between Steve’s legs, pushing up against him, and Steve groans into his mouth and frees his hands from Billy’s grip, tugging at Billy’s curls to pull him closer.

“You’re not,” Billy breathes between kisses, “Stupid,” his tongue licking sweetly across Steve’s cupid’s bow, “You just can’t take a hint.”

Steve laughs and Billy swallows it down, smiling against Steve’s lips as he slips his hand under the sweater to run his fingers over Steve’s chest.

“This sweater is real fuckin’ nice, pretty boy,” he murmurs, running his free hand down the soft fabric, “But I have to say, your jeans are really doing it for me.” His hand dips lower to palm at Steve’s ass through the denim and Steve keens, ‘cause Billy’s built like a brick shithouse and has the fucking hands to match.

He swears he can hear Robin laughing all the way across town.

“Fuck, Billy,” Steve groans as Billy scrapes his teeth along the side of his neck, wriggling underneath him as Billy sucks a mark into the sensitive skin there.

“What’d you say before, about me bein’ like Swayze?” Billy murmurs, nuzzling his way up Steve’s neck and placing a chaste kiss against the shell of his ear.

“We watched Dirty Dancing, and Robin wanted to do the move, you know, where he lifts her up? And I couldn’t catch her when she jumped, I fuckin’ dropped her on the floor and went right down with her,” Steve giggles, fisting his hands into the worn fabric of Billy’s tank top, “But I was thinking that you could lift me up like that, no problem.”

Billy stares at him for a second, a mischievous smile playing on his lips before he’s suddenly hopping off of the couch.

“All right, pretty boy, let’s do it.” Steve takes a moment to admire the rippling muscle of Billy’s arms as he pulls him up from the sofa, all the work Billy’s put in since he’d almost fucking died right in front of Steve’s eyes two years ago, before Billy’s pushing him to the other side of the living room. Steve watches in amusement as Billy stretches and cracks his neck back and forth, before crouching down and holding his arms out.

Steve takes a moment to carefully push the furniture back towards the wall, and hesitantly slips off his shoes.

“I can lift you, no problem, but you’re gonna need to use your core to actually hold yourself up like she does,” Billy instructs, as if he’s teaching a fucking yoga class. Steve laughs and rolls up the sleeves of his sweater, bouncing lightly on his feet.

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure you plant your fucking feet,” Steve replies haughtily before he takes off running, leaping into the air and—

And Billy catches him, like it’s nothing. His legs are kicked out behind him, his back curved up towards the ceiling, and his arms are out like he’s fucking flying. Billy gives him a twirl for good measure, before gently lowering Steve down, achingly slow, their bodies sliding together deliciously until they’re face to face. Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s neck and they spend the next few minutes kissing soft and slow, Billy still holding him up off the ground like he’s weightless.

Steve giggles as Billy starts walking him backwards towards what he assumes is Billy’s bedroom door, scooting up to wrap his legs snugly around Billy’s waist as he carries him across the kitchen.

“You takin’ me to your bedroom, Johnny?” Steve asks on a breathy sigh as Billy forcefully kicks the door open.

“Would you rather me fuck you in the corner, Baby? Cause you know, nobody—”

“Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me.”

part iii

you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

-mary oliver

Steve insists Billy meet Robin the next week, because she has to go back to school soon, and he has to politely remind Steve that he has already met Buckley, many times, at your dumb fucking video store, Steve.

It’s not the same, Billy, we weren’t dating then, Steve argues, so Billy rolls his eyes fondly, kisses Steve and whispers, You know I’ll do whatever you want, baby.

So that’s how they end up at Steve’s place, sprawled out on the couch watching The Breakfast Club, because it’s the only movie they all seem to agree on.

Billy had been given a previous heads-up that Robin and Steve were usually kinda touchy with each other, and Steve had told him like he’d be threatened somehow. It was real fuckin’ cute, is what it was.

He likes Buckley, probably more than he’s ever liked a girl in his damn life. She’s smart as a whip and she’s got a hell of a lot of fire in her, which Billy can appreciate. But most of all, he knows she played a part in getting Steve to his front door that night. And that she picked out those jeans. God, those fucking jeans. So, she’s more than okay in his book. If she wants to cuddle up to Steve a little bit, she’s earned it as far as he’s concerned.

Plus, he clocked it a long time ago that she likes girls. That helps, too.

Robin and Steve are so damn natural with each other, the way they sprawl out on the couch together, legs all tangled up. Billy tries to think of a friend who he felt that comfortable with, and comes up empty. Heather, maybe. It was always real easy to work with her at the pool—when no one was looking, she’d make crazy faces at him up on the lifeguard stand to try to make him laugh. His heart starts to ache a little bit, wondering if he could have had a real friend in her. Wondering what her life would have been if it hadn’t been cut short.

Steve seems to notice his stormy expression and leans over to brush a kiss against his ear. “You okay?” he asks, his arm tightening around Billy’s waist. Billy smiles back at him and leans in to kiss him real soft and slow. Robin makes a gagging sound from nearby.

“I’m all right. Just got a little in my mind is all,” Billy murmurs, resting his forehead gently against Steve’s. Steve nods like he understands, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“So, Hargrove,” Robin begins, reaching over to poke at Billy’s leg with a socked foot. “I hear you can give Swayze a run for his money.”

Billy throws his head back and laughs, grabbing her foot and giving it a vicious tickle before she manages to pull it away, screeching.

“You bet your ass, Buckley. You want me to prove it? Heard good ol’ Stevie dropped you on your ass when he tried.”

“That he did,” agrees Robin sagely, Steve sputtering in indignation as she hops from the couch. “Let’s get to it, then.”

“All right, girlie, let’s see what you got,” Billy replies smoothly, getting up to push the coffee table towards the fireplace. He watches Steve settle in comfortably against the couch cushions, ready for the show to begin. Billy rolls his sleeves up and stretches his neck and arms out real quick, while Robin takes some practice jumps across the room.

He looks over at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and sees this for what it is: An offering. We can be friends, Hargrove. Just don’t drop me on my ass.

Billy gestures at Robin with his hand, his body poised and ready—and without hesitation, she takes off towards him from the other end of the living room. He has only seconds to marvel at her confidence in him before she’s flying through the fucking air, soaring right above his head, and he has to step back a few paces because she’s gone too fucking far, but by some God-given miracle he still catches her, hoisting her up above his head and whooping in relief.

She’s laughing as he twirls her around, which quickly devolves into screeching when he drops her and swiftly catches her in his arms.

“Oh my God,” she exclaims, draping a hand over her eyes dramatically as she hangs loosely in his hold, “I’m swooning, Hargrove. Now put me down.”

Billy does as he’s told, depositing her carefully onto the ground, before she’s running full tilt past Steve and up the stairs.

“Steve, I’m borrowing your mom’s video camera. Hargrove, you better get ready to do that again!” she screams from the top of the stairs before she disappears down the hall.

Steve laughs and pulls Billy down onto the couch with him, pressing him gently into the cushions. “That was pretty sexy,” Steve breathes, nuzzling against Billy’s cheek.

“Only wanna dance with you, baby,” Billy replies, feeling like his heart’s about to burst through his ribcage as Steve’s brown eyes go all soft.

“Jesus Christ, I leave you two for ten seconds and you’re already horizontal,” comes Robin’s voice from behind the couch. Steve clambers off of Billy, and Billy wants to kiss every inch of the blush spreading across his face and down to his chest.

“You’re on film duty,” Robin announces, handing Steve the video camera once she gets it all queued up. He starts rolling and Billy shoots some finger guns his way while Robin makes a big show of stretching.

Steve shoots him a tender smile from behind the camera, and Billy feels a light blush burning its way across his cheeks—and worst of all, it’s been caught on film.

But as he glances over at Robin, who’s grinning at him widely as she rocks back and forth on her feet, ready to run at him again, he thinks he might want to watch this back again someday.

Because somehow, without even asking for it, without even daring to hope, he finally has everything he’s ever wanted. Steve Harrington, looking at him like he’s something worth having, worth keeping. And Robin Buckley, the first real friend he’s ever had.

And if it took Patrick Swayze to get him here, well—he might just owe the guy a big fucking thank you.

[sohin-ace]

Jotaro - Nurse

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

This is one of my oldest fics, so it's pretty wonky and uhh not that well written. But don't worry, fics will get better with time.

Enjoy~

"Here you go. Please call me if the pain doesn't fade away, okay?" You said gently as you put a heating pad over some girl's stomach.

"Aah, thank you Y/N-chan~ I wish you were here everytime I'm on my periods." the girl chuckled tiredly and you only smiled back as you tucked her in with a blanket.

"Huh? Ryunosuke, did you get in trouble again?" You turned around upon hearing someone knocking on the door quietly. It was an odd time to get a patient.

"Aah y-yes um... I-I lost my glasses a-and uh... I haha... I fell down the stairs... I c-can't see anything without m-my glasses... I'm- I'm so sorry to bother you!"

Your very shy classmate stuttered and blushed with embarassment while showing you his numerous bruises and the bump on his head.

"Clumsy as usual." You chuckled a bit. "Sit down, I'll take care of you." You walked off to get some material to treat him as he obliged and thanked you profiusely.

"You're good." You removed the blood pressure cuff from a brunette's arm that was brought to you by her classmates one day. "But please watch out your anemia. We can't have you fainting every time you have P.E. classes, alright?"

"Thank you so much! I-I forgot to eat this morning!" the small girl exclaimed bashfully and you went to give her a chocolate bar.

"Really, Nagamine-senpai..." You scolded another day, as you patched up the upperclassman in front of you. "You should stop getting into fights like that!"

"Yeaaaah I know, but I don't care, if that means I get to see your cute face~ Owowowow!" He teased until you put alcohol in his cuts.

"It would hurt less if you didn't pick fights in the first place." You inquired and he pouted with a little blush.

Those were your daily interactions with other students. In high school you applied for the position of nurse's assistant.

It was something that you had planned for years, as you always knew you wanted to become a doctor someday, and you worked very hard everyday to accomplish this dream of yours.

When the nurse wasn't there, you were assigned the task of helping students as long as nothing major happened. You also had to assist her whenever she needed, and took care of files and other boring administrative papers. Which you didn't mind at all as it was also part of the job.

You would often see familiar faces, and sometimes meet with new students. The overall interactions went well with everyone and people seemed to be happy to have someone their age in the nurse's office.

Especially if they needed to talk about more or less sensitive or personnal things that they weren't comfortable speaking about with an adult.

Among the many faces you would see all too often was the one and only Jotaro Kujo, which was nice since you really liked the stone cold boy. But at the same time, it was worrying since you never want to see someone in a place like the nurse's office on a regular basis.

Jotaro on the other hand, also appreciated your company a lot, even if he never showed it. He liked that calm demeanor you had, your presence was very soothing to him.

To his and your dismay, the nurse's office was the only place where he could see you, since you weren't in the same class and had very different schedules.

Whenever he had to visit the office he found himself secretely hoping he would find you instead of the actual school nurse.

What Jotaro loved about you, even though he would never admit it, is how willing you were to help others selflessly, and how you treated everyone the same way regardless of who they were or why they were in the office in the first place.

It didn't matter if the person was clumsy, or faked it, if they were a bully or the one bullied, you would accept everyone and treat them with the same kindness and speak to them with the same amount of honey in your voice.

You were a naturally charming person who loved her job, and it showed through your work and your behavior towards others.

Everyone who ever visited the nurse's office and saw you could confirm that statement.

The first time Jotaro saw you, he sighed and grumbled, thinking you would start freaking out and screaming at the sight of all the blood on his hands. That you'd be scared of him, thinking he was a violent monster or something.

But nothing of the sort happened. It was quite the opposite in fact, which left the boy feeling very distraught.

One day, as you were sorting out some files, you felt a strong presence silently enter the office. You let the files down to check out who came and it was none other than your secret favourite patient.

"Jojo!" You called out to the boy, already knowing he would be the highlight of your day. "What's wrong?"

He stood there in silence, as he usually does and you took it upon yourself to grab his huge hands gently to guide him towards one of the beds. He let you do as you pleased, as it was custom for both of you by now.

He dismissed this as him being overly leisurely and lazy, but in reality he couldn't deny that he loved the feeling of your soft hands over his own and how cute you looked dragging his towering form around.

You sat him down in the vacant room, and stood in front of him as he looked down blankly at nothing in particular.

You ever-so-gently cupped the side of his face and lifted it carefully, looking softly into his blue eyes. You feathered your hand over his tan skin and checked out for answers in his eyes more than for injuries.

The sharpness in his ocean orbs showed nonchalance and strength, but you knew, you figured he hid a lot of burden and pain. You could just see the melancholy of a silent misunderstood crusader in those eyes.

"Did someone pick a fight with you again? The nerve of some people..." You huffed, your voice dripping with empathy and concern.

You had never put the blame on him. Others would call him violent, a delinquent, or say that he asked for it. But for you, Jotaro was never the problem.

In your eyes, it was always the others who would pick at him, and you can't blame a man for defending himself. You were sure that Jotaro had a kind heart and would never hurt someone first just for the sake of it.

The tall male subconsciously leaned into your touch, your soothing voice and manners melting his heart. But upon realizing that, he removed your hand from him and looked to the side.

As he did, you noticed the rashes and blood on his hands and focused on the task at hand. You knew the guy didn't like to talk much, neither was he very touchy, which was completely fine with you.

You quickly went to take your first aid kit to treat his wounds which, thankfully, he didn't have much of. It seemed like he most definitely came mainly to be with you rather than get treated.

You walked back and forth to get everything you needed, your delicious scent dancing and lingering in the air right next to him.

The male found himself being intoxicated by it. Gosh, even your scent was comforting. He sighed at his own thoughts as you finally came back.

"Give me your hand. This is going to sting a little bit. Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much." you sweetly warned as he put his calloused hand over yours and you started treating his scorched knuckles.

"Yare yare daze... Stop treating me like a child."

You glanced slyly at his grumpy face and giggled softly. "I'll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one. Please stop fighting others, even if they started it."

You spoke while rubbing some alcohol on the scrapes and you felt his fingers twitch and curl the slightest bit against yours.

"Why does it matter? It's my damn business, not yours." He spoke with an irritated undertone, like it was obvious science.

You paused what you were doing and he rose a questioning eyebrow at you. Your usual soft expression turned grave before you quietly uttered.

"... I'm worried about you..."

Jotaro sensed the genuine sadness and concern in your airy voice and he spontaneously acted upon a feeling that even he couldn't quite understand.

He grabbed and squeezed both your hands, caging them in his much bigger ones and preventing you from putting any bandages over his now clean knuckles.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened in surprise. "Did I hurt you? I'm sor-"

"Try to get away." He cut you off and you stood there, frozen. How unlikely of him, what was going on?

"Excuse me?"

"Your hands. Try and break free." He bluntly commanded, unbudging.

Now you were just confused. You could never know what was going on inside that head of his, but all this was just so weird and so unusual all of a sudden.

You played along and did as he told you, but in vain. You pulled once, but he didn't budge one bit. You tried again with more force, same results.

You desperately tried to pry your hands off of his steely grip harder and harder, but failed everytime.

"I-I can't, you're too strong!" You said breathlessly, giving up. "What game are you pulling on now Joj-"

"If you think I'm strong, then stop worrying about me." He cut you off again, almost scolding you.

You were baffled for a moment, but soon, your expression shifted from shocked and surprised to endeared.

Ah, yes. It was yet another one of those weird gestures of kindness that were so iconic of him. Just his overly tough way of reassuring you. You understood. It was sweet if anything.

As you were about to comment on the delightful warmth of his hands he beat you to it, as if he read your mind.

"Your hands are cold." He then very slowly released your hands, keeping them warm just a little bit longer before he completely let you go. "Worry about yourself before you worry about others, you stupid nurse."

Your heart was melting at his words. Even though they were aggressively blunt, they were laced with sincerity and you could only be grateful to him.

You put the bandage roll away on the side table and, without even thinking, acting completely on impulse, you leaned in closer to the male.

Before he could register what was happening, you brought one hand to his face in a ghostly light hold, as if you were scared to break him even further than he already was, and kissed his cheek very tenderly, lingering into the slow kiss.

He could hardly keep his eyes open at the quite pleasurable ministrations and embraced your gentle touch. Barely even separating from him, you breathed in the shell of his ear.

"You're so kind Jotaro. Thank you."

He shuddered, his breath becoming shallow and his heart pounding hard in his chest. He tried his best to look unfazed, but his deepening blush betrayed him.

Your honey sweet voice was sending him on edge, the feeling of your soft hair tingling his face, your sugary scent engulfing his entire being, your hot breath against his skin sending shivers down his spine, all of it was heavenly to him.

Overwhelmed by all these intense feelings, he quickly stood up and got ready to leave, startling you in the process.

Picking back up the unused bandage roll you called him out. "Wait! I'm not done!"

"I am." He turned on his heels and left the office, flustered and bothered.

He didn't want to leave so soon, mind you. But he knew that if he stayed any longer, he would do something reckless to you, and he'd rather not risk it. Or at least not yet.

Good thing he knew how to keep his hands to himself. Believe it or not, but Jotaro Kujo was a man of self-control.

You stood there blushing madly while cleaning the little mess you made while healing him, but couldn't think straight. You were smiling and giggling to yourself like a little girl at how bold you just acted and how cute his reaction was.

"Aah... I fell in love with him again..."

That was inspired by another fanfiction where Y/N is the nurse assistant. I loved the idea, but sadly it wasn't exploited enough. Credit to @peachbois for the concept.

[evajellion]

Why Suketoudara is (one of) the most well-developed characters in Puyo Puyo

You ever just look back at how far the Puyo Puyo and Madou Monogatari franchise has come, and think about how much the characters have changed over the years? 

Some have become main stay recurring cast members, while sadly some others have been completely left in the dust or remain in Quest or other spin-off titles. Others become more amazing in hindsight, such as Schezo and Rulue (even if most can argue SEGA dropped the ball on their character in recent times), starting off as slightly minor characters, getting their own arcs.

Witch is also pretty incredible to think about, what once was a mere mook enemy became one of the most popular characters, obtained her own spin-off title, and co-starred in a Madou game with Schezo.

Then you have the most interesting case imo, which is Suketoudara. What makes him so incredible? When you look at his actual personality and character, and how it’s changed across games… for the better!

Since I said I would talk about this after seeing @superbuffalo007​‘s post, I decided it’s time the unspoken truth is finally said-- which is Suketoudara’s character across the games.

So originally, Suketoudara started off no differently than Witch and Draco. The only huge key difference was his character design, in which rather than being a cute humanoid girl… Suketoudara was a funny fish with human arms and legs that liked to dance. His design was goofy albeit uncanny (especially in the PC98 Madou), which probably got some designers at Compile to chuckle, nothing more.

He was a blank slate enemy, nothing more, nothing less. And once we got the first two Puyo Puyo games, which had “Manzai” based dialogue for comedic purposes. We learn that this funky fish prides himself and his beautiful legs. I mean, to be completely fair… he does. Usually in these games (and Puyo Sun), Arle was the straight man while Suketoduara was the goof.

Out of nowhere, the guy skyrocketed in popularity. He, Nasu, and Carbuncle were easily marketable characters due to their distinct, funny appearance which I assume made them very popular with younger fans. In commercials, you would probably often see this character be frequently used-- that’s how iconic his design was. His personality though, was about as shallow as everyone else’s.

This changed of course, in 1996 and onward, where Compile decided “hey, maybe we should do more with this character besides just having him dance”.

In 1996, Madou Monogatari Hanamaru Daiyouchi Enji (Big Kindergarten Kids) would be released for the Super Famicom. Rather than the usual dungeon-crawler, this game took inspiration from the likes of A Link to the Past, Final Fantasy, and Earthbound in terms of its overworld design. More importantly though, it took what was once mere mooks, the most popular characters, and made some of them into full-on major bosses you had to fight.

Amongst those characters are Nasu Grave, Skeleton-T, Mini-Zombie, and Suketoudara (called Jr. in this game).

You know who wasn’t? Uh… Witch and Draco, if you can believe that. Yeah, that’s right. Suketoudara was a major, if not the main antagonist for a good chunk of this game, while Witch and Draco remained mere mooks. That’s pretty incredible if you ask me!

He’s the typical schoolyard bully/delinquent, going around causing problems for several towns and even stooping as far as to steal eggs from dragons. Suketoudara constantly meddles in Arle’s quest, and it only comes to an end one day after sending Arle a letter, in which he challenges her directly at her school. Turns out he just happens to have the last Secret Stone.

And at the end of the game, after Arle defeats Devil, the true main antagonist? Suketoudara has a complete change of heart, asking for Arle’s forgiveness, realizing he focused too much on his training, even saying he wants to be Arle’s henchman instead.

He even calls her “sis”, in a relatively friendly way, after everything he had done.

Whether or not you consider this game canon, it added a lot to Suketoudara (if this is the same as the one in the Puyo Puyo titles, and not Jr. as in a child of his). Suketoudara was a foul-mouthed bully in his youth, a complete contrast to the innocent, playful Arle. But he changed for the better after Arle told him to reflect on himself. That is way more characterization than Draco has ever received.

Suketoudara got fleshed out further in a couple of DiscStation games, both a year before Hanamaru and two years after, we would get some really interesting development, which would of course come from his interactions with another character.

DiscStation Volume 9 is (presumably) when we would first see Suketoudara interacting with Serilly in the game “Madou Sugoroku”, a Mario Party-esque game that seems to have no real story, pairs of characters are just competing while Harpy serves as the game hostess. This would be one of the earliest instances of Suketoudara being shown to have a crush on Serilly.

DiscStation Volume 18 would give us Serilly’s Happy Birthday, a game where Serilly uses a magical stone to go up to the surface in the hopes that she’ll make a friend that will celebrate her birthday with her, rather than leaving Serilly to celebrate it alone.

While I am sadly uncertain about the full details of this visual novel, it seems that in Suketoudara’s route, he collapses due to a drug Witch had made, so Serilly nurses him back to health by making an antidote. This leads to Suketoudara, a normally brash and selfish character, to become warmer and open up to Serilly. Again though, this is a loose translation of what transpires.

Lastly for DiscStation, we have Madou RUN! 

A game featuring Arle, Schezo, Witch… and not Satan, not Rulue, not Draco, but Suketoudara! In this game, our four protagonists compete in a game of tag set up by Momomo, for an object known as the Dragon Ball, which can grant any wish.

Oddly enough, rather than it being about his dancing, the only wish on Suketoudara’s mind is that he wants to be closer to Serilly. Mind you that the other three characters are more interested in the power of the Dragon Ball to become stronger, while Suketoudara just wants to improve his relationship with a friend he has feelings for.

His attitude in this game is notably far less aggressive when compared to how overly competitive Witch and Schezo are, a far cry from how Suketoudara used to be in the earliest Puyo Puyo games.

In Puyo Puyo~n, we have yet another cheerful Suketoudara, as opposed to the grouchy, territorial one we saw in past mainline Puyo titles. Much like the previously mentioned DiscStation games, Suketoudara is primarily just interested in Serilly’s presence, stuttering in a shy manner around her, and feeling crestfallen when Serilly says that he’s only a friend.

He only starts to lash out against Arle once he thinks that Serilly only called him a friend because another person was embarrassing her. To be fair, pretty rude of Arle to make comments or butt in. Overall? It seems that Serilly has had a positive influence on Suketoudara, but he still had some of his temper.

In Puyo Puyo Box, nothing interesting happens, but Suketoudara definitely mellowed out in the Quest Mode. Similarly in Minna de Puyo Puyo, Suketoudara only wants Arle to watch him dance, which she ignores in a rude manner.

After a couple years of going missing, Suketoudara returns in Puyo Puyo! 15th, and is arguably, the most friendly of the returning Compile characters next to Zoh Daimaoh.

Unlike Satan, Rulue, and Schezo, who are rude and dismissive of the Fever characters, Suketoudara seems happy to meet new faces and actively encourages them through dialogue usually related to dance. No mention of Serilly is made, but that just proves that unlike Rulue, he can go without thinking or talking about his love interest for every two scenes.

And also unlike 90% of 15th’s roster, he doesn’t get screwed over by the fake wishing medal. He makes a simple, short wish where he says he wants to be first to do solo dances.

Puyo Puyo 7, in my opinion, is the peak, friendliest Suketoudara has been in any game. Ringo runs into him, and rather than being actively antagonistic, he explains that he was with Arle (possessed by Ecolo) and got lost, so he asks for her help. In exchange, Suketoudara assists for a short period of time. He tries to persuade Rulue out of attacking him, manages to hold a decent conversation with Satan and Carbuncle, even showing concern about Arle’s strange behavior! 

He, along with Satan, are the only Madou characters in 7 that were genuinely worried about Arle. Schezo, Skeleton-T, Draco, and Rulue did not care in the slightest. He has grown from not wanting Arle around at all to being a friend that does care about her!

Puyo Puyo 20th… sadly took a step back, with Suketoudara obsessively searching for his shoes. A lot of the characters were jerks in this game though, so it’s not a problem exclusive to him. If anything, I’d argue he’s the tamest example and just being plain comedic.

Thankfully, in Puyo Puyo Tetris and Puyo Puyo Chronicle, Suketoudara was back to being his cheery self, unlike in 20th. He just wants to show off his dance moves, has friendly enough conversations with Arle, Ringo, and Ally-- playing Puyo just for fun rather than an offense reason…

Ess on the other hand… yeah, she’s straight-up rude to him, and he rightfully defends himself. I should note that through all of these games, Serilly went completely unmentioned, which might mean that Suketoudara actually got over his infatuation for Serilly. Even with her grand return in Puyo Puyo Chronicle, the two never have a conversation.

That being said, I definitely do think that Serilly’s kind personality, and if taken as canon, Suketoudara’s rivalry with Arle in Hanamaru, definitely molded him into being one of the most grown characters in the entire series. He went from being the typical jerk with only thing on his mind, to being an upbeat, helpful character that is willing to put dancing aside when there are greater matters at hand. Puyo Puyo 7, Tetris, and Chronicle are the arguable proof of this.

That’s why I like this character so much. That’s why I feel the fan-base kinda takes him for granted-- they don’t know about his evolution throughout the games. He went from a funny jerk, to a guy with a crush, to someone with a confident and friendly personality.

Because of that… I am honestly completely fine with Suketoudara staying for future mainline games. Even if he doesn’t add much, at least he isn’t as actively unpleasant as he was in Compile’s early run.

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issues 4&5

its delphi time babey

I'm sorry but drift & co look like such fuckin nerds on their scooter things on the cover lmaooo

oh god. seeing the first page just reminded me of how horribly confused i was for this whole little arc the first time i read it. i was like ok, who are all these new characters, and also why does everyone look so similar

anyways now i now what's going on. i love first aid

love the running continuity of rung being the literal only psychologist on cybertron (except for fr*id but that's later). no wonder everyone's fucked up they all have to share a single therapist 

ok i find it extremely funny that first aid was demoted from doctor to nurse, as if that's a thing that happens EVER - I mean it'd be one thing if first aid was a nurse practitioner (which i doubt is a position that exists here), at least that demotion would make sense, but like...the doctors i work with don't know how to do most nurse stuff (like BP, cathing, vaccinations, hell even using some of the thermometers - that's all stuff nurses/etc do), so demoting one to a nurse would be a disaster (just like promoting a really good nurse to a doctor would be a bad idea). anyways i know I'm being pedantic but it Be like that when you work in the medical field and read something that has medicine-related stuff in it

i love swerve giving ratchet the tiniest free drink ever lmaooo

is that skids being a rowdy drunk in the bg lmaoooo

unironically i love medical statistics. keep it comin

i love magnus’s giant sternal chestpiece thing. its like a bird’s sternum but without the massive pec muscles attached 

i love magnus and rodimus’s dynamic so much

oh pipes....im so sorry but this fun space adventure is going to be not so much fun for you

ratchets ideologies are certainly interesting, and i liked seeing how they changed over the course of the story

drift: why would i be SCARED of the DJD, I've got a SWORD, two swords even,

hvbhajkhfbsdjkf pipes really said ‘oi, you two - what's this, then?’ that's the most british fucking thing, that's literally something i say when I'm doing an overexaggerated british accent, oh my god,

PIPES IS SUCH A TINY DUMBASS. ILY SIR BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

aaaand now you're covered in dead bodies, pipes. look at your life, look at your choices

drift epic sword moments

drift confirmed for the kinda weird guy who has katanas that he uses to like, cut up fruit and water bottles in his backyard while rodimus films him

‘i thought i heard...bickering’ lmaooooo

ah, so its covid

this arc is how i feel working in healthcare lmaooo especially now that i probably have covid 

so rewind condensed the entire war into an 11 second long cringe compilation. nice

seeing the mechanical stuff past tailgate’s visor is so cool

poor tailgate, this guy is getting slammed with history from multiple sides. and like, bias is inevitable in ANY sort of recounting of events, especially controversial historical events, so poor tg just kinda has to take it all in and decide who to listen to 

that’s...not really how immunity works, guys. also, you shouldn't be exposed to so much disease with proper ppe usage

is there even such thing as ppe in the transformers universe?? there are fluid- and contact-transmitted illnesses, so there SHOULD be

is there even OSHA in this universe??????? unbelievable 

first aid, holding a giant fucking claw clamp: we haven't tried EVERYTHING............

first aid read a human wikihow article on how to jumpstart a car and took notes 

i love tailgate’s ‘mom says its my turn on the xbox’ pose 

tailgate has a point - he’s from pre-war times, where things weren't as grey so of course he would try to divide the two sides into ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys’

CYCLONUS BE NICE DONT HIT UR FUTURE HUSBAND

go get some character development and then maybe you'll feel better

seeing the word quarantine is making me twitchy w/my possible month-long complete isolation quarantine on the horizon

drift pulling his swords on pipes and ratchet pushing down drift’s arms...lmao

poor pipes...even tho this is completely his fault, its still rough

also jesus, pharma and ratchet look so goddamn similar, reading this was so confusing the first time around 

drifts idea of subduing pipes involves turning into a cool car and also posing with his sword

also. never gonna be over drift’s massive thighs. jesus man

ooof now drift has the rona. ouch 

poor drift, his covid realization is getting overshadowed by pharma being flung around

first aid bustin thru w/the epic medical nipple clamps and some Big Boi Backup

ok that's an epic pre-beatdown speech from fort max right there, daym 

im just gonna continue on w/issue 5 now for continuity’s sake. yay!

the cover of tailgate in magnus’s autobot school is so cute

and we open with an incredible shot of fort max str8 up ripping a guy in half. i mean, to be fair, he DID just give an epic speech about how much he was gonna do that, and he certainly followed thru

yeahhhhh, fort max is not doing so well atm

when he puts that dudes head in his chest vent thing and then snaps it shut....man 

also i fucking LOVE when their faces are shaded all in black w/only the eyes/mouth fully drawn...fantastic stuff

ratchet: phew i am not equipped to deal w/this level of Fucked Up Mental Trauma. u good m8?

ratchet is already writing up a referral to rung for fort max as this is happening

drift is just laying on the ground dying like, oh hey yeahh I'm still here too 

i fucking love when punctuation is drawn in story - like here where first aid has a little ? over his head....fav

ratchet holding drifts hand ;_; 

ok tbh ambulon having switched sides 10 yrs ago is wild bc like, 10 years is barely any time for these guys, especially in a war that lasted 4 million years. that would be like a human switching sides in a war like, 3 months before it ends. probably. i sense some math bs, I'm just extrapolating here

all that mexican standoff shit is going down and first aid is just like But That's None Of My Business

ah so ambulon is an asymptomatic carrier 

and there's first aid with the save! iconic

pharma calling ratchet ‘buddy’ hbvakjdsbfhkasdf

ooooh i love that they figured it out - and i love that twist, that transforming is what triggers the start of symptoms. remember when drift turned into a cool car? yep

s/o to Ambulon Transformers for helping me in my medical terminology courses, bc now ill always remember: Leg(tm)

also this explanation makes a ton more sense (in universe, at least) than the whole ‘i guess we as medical staff have been exposed to enough Germz that we’re more immune to this or something’ theory 

ah, i love the meaningless (to me) alien robot medical jargon 

drift and ratchet hhhhhhhhh

‘I'm too wide’ fort max L O R G E

also once again drift is forgotten in favor of a bunch of other dramatic stuff happening vbhjksdfbjhskdf

godddd i love tailgates little flashbacks where we see how Important and Special he is, complete with his ‘bomb disposal’ arm label...augh its so good! 

and tailgate’s autopedia page even reflects his lies! like, did tailgate go edit that first thing upon waking up??? seriously, I'm fascinated by tailgate’s meticulous dedication to his fake life

also the fact that ultra magnus believes everything he read on autopedia is amazing lmao

ultra magnus: you think somebody would just go on the internet and tell lies? 

fuckgin love magnus’s long ass name/title placard 

tailgate hvbahjkdfbjhaskf i mean, he’s gotten the abridged version of everything else, of course he would assume that’d be the case here too...but not on magnus’s watch

magnus cant even say ‘fun’ hvukdasdbjfkjsadf i love my uptight law dad

love rung implying that upon questioning, he would easily divulge a patient’s name and maybe even information about said patient’s treatment while under him....love the disregard for patient confidentiality and hipaa in general 

not that hipaa seems to exist here, at least not in a fully realized form 

also i mean the above genuinely, i think rung’s tendency towards at least slight malpractice is very interesting 

poor red alert....super bad luck that HE was the guy to get roped up in that overlord business 

I'm glad that, at the very least, red alert was able to prove that he was Actually hearing something to rung, rather than get brushed off completely 

god magnus and tailgate’s interactions are golden 

also tg is much more sarcastic/quippy than anyone gives him credit for tbh

‘thought warfare,’ ultra magnus says with complete seriousness. god i fucking love this comic

now i can tell pharma apart from ratchet bc pharma has let his true Petty Bitch nature emerge and you can see it in his expressions

the whole ‘tarn is addicted to transforming’ thing didn't really go anywhere, right? i feel like i noticed that on my second readthru as well 

also pharma is such an interesting character given the context of him like, trying to strike a bargain w/the djd to keep them from destroying delphi, but that arrangement inevitably kinda making him lose it as the situation escalates. he’s also just really entertaining bc i feel like he kins the joker or st and probably gets into really heated arguments w/people on twitter about just abt anything

‘sound bomb’ i love this comic

another important facet of pharma’s character becomes clear around this time as well - how he’s really into ratchet. i also choose to read them as awful exes tbh, it makes their dynamic even more entertaining

‘killmaster, with the wand’ is one of my favorite running remarks lmao

also, was killmaster even a character before mtmte? or, if he was, was he an important one? it would crack me up the most if he literally didn't exist at all, but any way you spin it is still funny 

ratchet’s tiny humansona facing off against pharma is wild

‘I'm miles from anyone i truly care about’ brutal, ratchet, drift is dying like 2 floors away (im p sure)

SUDDENLY DRIFT IS HERE, ACTUALLY 

oh don't worry first aid, that sure isn't the last we’ll be seeing of pharma 

so like, did first aid save everyone by posting that data log to his wreckers fan blog or something? lmao love it 

i love the pretty fucked up reveal of ratchet having stolen pharma’s hands. like, damn dude. 

and that wraps up the delphi arc! our first true ‘arc’ of mtmte, and a fantastic one at that. short and snappy and fresh, with some very clever writing and cool new characters, and a lot of great plot threads to be picked up later. plus, we got to see the beginnings of drift and ratchet’s whole thing (and ratchet and pharmas whole thing). and the lost light gets some much needed extra medical staff, so everyone wins! 

well, we’ll see how fort max feels about this all pretty soon.....

[softstraykids]

scenario sneak peaks!!

down below are sneak peaks of all my wips:

chan harry potter au

felix fluff harry potter au

seungmin fluff & angst duet au based on i like you by day6

chan angst best friends to lovers au

my favourite one (read to the end hehe!!)

why am i doing this? so people know I still am writing I’m just trying to finish up A LOT of scenarios. also it’s a bit of an apology since I’ll be taking a small break until stray kids comeback next week. i hope you forgive me!!

to mutuals & anons: i will reply to them as soon as i get back sorry!!

chan harry potter au + moodboard

the next morning you both left the heads common room at the same time and both of you were completely silent

you two met eyes awkwardly than looked straight back at the ground

but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat

then when both of you tried to go out of the portrait hole

you both bumped into each other

chan immediately apologetically says “oh sorry you go first!”

you shake your head and reply “no you go first”

then neither of you two went

and you’re both looking at each other then at the portrait hole the back at each other

once you finally try to go chan does at the exact time

which results you both bump into each other again

you two burst out laughing

and you couldn’t help but admire chan’s dimpled smile

then suddenly you felt a light push from chan towards the hole

which makes you stumble a bit

“HEY!” you call out whipping your head back to see chan whistling cheekily

you gave him a joking death glare

“what i didn’t do anything?” he says pretending to be clueless

“yeah yeah sure sure” you say laughing at the same time

“i’ll see you on patrols tonight” you continue with a soft smile

you finally turn around and just miss the biggest most adorable grin on chan’s face as he looks at you leaving into the mass of students on their way to class

felix fluff harry potter au

felix was the gryffindor sweetheart

he was loved by basically everyone

he genuinely cared about every single member of his house so much

if it was little year 1 who needed help with their homework he’d sit with them patiently and explain things to them even if it took hours

no one was ever surprised when there were like 10 year 1s following him like little ducklings

or if it was a year 7 who needed someone to help them to pull a prank with them

felix would always make the time

he was such a sweetheart without his uniform people would of thought he might of been hufflepuff

and no joke the sorting hat took 7 minutes trying to choose between hufflepuff and gryffindor

but felix decided to go to gryffindor because he wanted to become more brave

he was also gryffindor prefect much to jisung’s distaste

but jisung got quidditch captain so they were equal

felix and jisung were known as fred and george 2.0

they pulled the best pranks, were the iconic duo beater team of gryffindor

and was school wide liked

their closest friends were a group of 9 boys from different houses

bang chan the hufflepuff head boy who was amazing at everything

minho and changbin the slytherin princes

woojin the sweet ravenclaw and seungmin the smart assed one

hyunjin and jeongin the hardworking heartthrobs of hufflepuff with the sharp tongues

seungmin fluff & angst duet au based on i like you by day6

you were so scared when you met seungmin the next time

because you were terrified singing in front of not only the star pupil of the vocal class

but your crush too

at least when he heard you when you were practicing you had zero clue he was there

but there you were in front of seungmin about to sing

a wave of panic overwhelmed you

“seungmin i’m so sorry but i can’t do this” you say genuinely apologetically

“y/n you’re stronger than this you can get through the panicky feeling. you need to be able to sing in front of people to fully bloom as a singer” seungmin said calmly

before you know it seungmin grabs your hands and holds both of them in his

and now you didn’t know whether your heart was beating so fast because of singing in front of seungmin or him holding your hands

“just sing” he says firmly but softly

weirdly you did, you just sang

closing your eyes and with seungmin right next to you

you could sing

as you finally ended the song only one of your eyes peeking open to see seungmin’s reaction

seungmin couldn’t help but breathe out in awe “wow you’re beautiful”

you could see his eyes widening at what he just said

he tried to quickly fix his mistake “n-no i mean your voice your voice is beautiful. n-not that you aren’t beautiful”

you laugh at him but you were all soft inside from his words “i understand min-ah, thank you”

“min-ah?” he inquires a bit surprised

“oh! i’m so sorry the nickname just slipped i won’t use it if you don’t like it” you say worried he didn’t like the nickname

“no i mean i like it it’s just no one has called me that before” he says with a cute eye smile

you smile relieved “then i’ll be first”

seungmin breathes out a sigh and ruffles his hair looking at you and that smile of yours which kept on tugging at his heart strings

under his breath quiet enough for you couldn’t hear

he said half exasperated half endearingly “y/n you’re gonna be the death of me”

chan angst best friends to lovers au

you stood there alone on an empty soccer field

crying

heart chipping slowly away

happy memories haunting you

then it suddenly hit you

chan broke his promise

he really didn’t love you anymore

how couldn’t of you noticed sooner?

the way he never checked up on you

or smiled at you whenever you were around him

how he never wanted to spend time with you in any possible way

and the fact he replaced you and was happier than ever

it was a wave of emotions that completely overwhelmed you

anger, grief, disappointment sadness, but most of all the haunting emptiness of your heart

you really did give chan your whole heart and he grabbed it and took off with it running

leaving you broken and desperate with absolutely nothing

your crying became sobbing

and you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried

the tears were endless and your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly

over and over and over again

it suddenly started to rain and you could hear thunder

and you started to then scream and falling down to your knees

you couldn’t handle it

the emptiness of losing your best friend, your rock, your partner in crime, your absolute everything

the hurl of emotions overwhelmed you

and adding the fear of thunderstorms with chan not there

reminding you of all the past thunderstorms with him comforting you

it was too much

you collapsed

but just as you were about to hit the ground someone caught your head just in time

“holy shit y/n are you okay? can you hear me? fuck fuck fuck” cursed the guy who saved you

he quickly scooped you up and sprinted to his car

he knew the ambulance would take longer to get you to the hospital plus it was only 10 minutes away

he got to the hospital frantic with you in his arms

the nurses immediately calmed him down to explain

they then asked who he was

“i-i’m a friend” he said

my favourite one which will be published on minho’s birthday so you know what that means

hello minho fuckboy au~! (i wanted to give way more but it would of been wayyyy too long)

“you look good” minho smoothly says his back turned to you

you thought you were hearing things

minho complimenting you???

“wait what?” you couldn’t help but blurt out

he turned his head but not fully just enough so you could see his side glance at you  

“i said you look good in my t shirt” he ends with signature heart melting smirk

and that’s exactly what it did

melt you into a gooey puddle

not knowing how to respond

you shoved as much cereal as you could  in your mouth making you look like a chipmunk

and just nodded then hurried off to your room

face beet red and heart beating a million miles a minute

minho couldn’t help but chuckle

gosh you were cute

if you guys read all of these thank you so much and i hope you like them!! if you can please please choose out of the first 4 ones you want published first so i can work on it. the link to the poll:  https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1aot29mzc0xCGOnh2lOEBRs2qbj8Cwfz_rm2m_vDkE1k

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 3X13 - Witch Hunt

Hey! What’s Zelena’s favorite food?

A sand-WITCH, of course!

...Got it. Shutting up. Review’s below. Read it, bitches.

Press Release

Emma arrives in Storybrooke with Henry and reunites with her friends and family, only to discover that no one remembers how they were transported back - or the past year they had spent back in Fairy Tale Land. But Emma is sure that someone in town is responsible for this new curse and teams up with Regina in an attempt to uncover their identity. Meanwhile, in the Fairy Tale Land that was during the past year, Regina, with the aid of Robin Hood, attempts to break into her castle, which has been overtaken by the Wicked Witch.

Main Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

Regina and Zelena’s first meeting is just straight-up iconic! The buildup to it is incredible, with little hints scattered all around the episode that the two are related and that Zelena’s power is a completely different horse than Regina’s, even down to the color. But there’s this sense of relation because of how sassy the two of them are.

“Despite my shortcomings, I’ve made something of myself.” This whole scene perfectly characterizes Zelena. Regina has been a force of antagonism for a lot of people, but no one has had the strength to truly do something about it. The most that could be done is a level of subduing her or having Henry tame her. But now, an interesting balance was struck. Zelena is more powerful than Regina and puts her on the prowl with that sense of antagonism BUT there’s also another layer to it. She allows for the integrity of Regina’s character development to stay intact. Because her beef is with something Cora did and pointed at Regina for superficial reasons -- that of being born (And holy crap, I just noticed a parallel between this and the Daniel incident and that’s a topic for another day), Regina is still able to be a hero without coming across as torturing someone she already hurt. Mix this in with that gorgeous green all over Rebecca Mader’s body and various pieces of iconography and you have something truly cool!

Present

I really like the handling of the confusion and paranoia throughout the town.

Leroy (The embodiment of the town’s voice at large) as well as the rest of the “rabble” blaming Regina make a lot of sense to me. As I pointed out last time, while our mains have bonded with Regina and understand the depth of her love for Henry, the rest of the town hasn’t had those experiences. They’ve just seen her as the woman who cursed the kingdom and threatened them at nearly every public appearance she’s ever made. And seeing Emma and Regina aware of that and using it to their advantage was utterly fantastic! It’s a really methodical approach that speaks to how self aware they’ve become.

It’s such a clever plan too! The only thing that holds it back from being a straight-up success is their lack of knowledge about Regina and Zelena’s relation. And seeing everything play out is satisfying!

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-Wicked always WIIIIIIIINNNNNNSSSSSSS!

-”A family could live on what this is worth. And she just left it all behind.” That begs the question: DID she leave that stuff behind? I mean, Regina dressed very differently in Storybrooke than she did in the Enchanted Forest, but why leave the jewels?!

-I like how Zelena uses magic for all the things that a normal person would use it for. Getting dressed is a pain? Use fucking magic for it!

-ROLAND! The precious baby!!!

-”I’m ALWAYS thinking about Henry.” Awwwwww!!!

-Go Mama Mills! Monkey’s flying at an adorable kid and Regina swoops in and saves him! Noice!

-Damn, Regina! That is a high quality toy you made!

-I love how whether they read the story or not, everyone just KNOWS that Snow can talk to birds.

-”Smart money’s on yes.” Why yell at him Snow? He’s not wrong! Pessimistic, maybe, but that’s literally in his fucking name!

-”He’ll show up Swan. He always does.” I really wish this line was said in good faith, but Killian’s eye roll makes me think it’s ship war nonsense. Dude! Neverland’s over! Let’s be done with the machismo!

-”The bookworm’s right.” Look at that little side eye.

-”Oz? That place is real?” Aww! Cute Snow/Emma parallel for later when she discovers the Wicked Witch is real.

-”We we cell mates.” Ginny’s freakin’ tone during that exchange! Yes, you, Mary Margaret, in your most preppy-prep school voice and manner, were definitely in a cell! XD

-Dude! That Regal Believer exchange was just the saddest thing in the world! Regian can hardly move, so much so that Emma basically has to usher her out to not cause even more of a scene.

-As a side note, I love Regina’s Storybrooke outfit in this episode!

-Emma and Regina’s exchange in Granny’s alcove is just so amazing! Emma’s not without her reasons to distrust Regina and makes that clear and Regina’s aware enough of that but not without reservations of her own to Emma’s accusatory nature.

-How much you want to bet Granny recommended the crossbow to Little John?!

-Okay, so I am a total carnivore and I laughed my ass off when that arrow missed! XD

-I love how Rebecca Mader is dressed so down that a shot and a music swell is needed to show off who she is.

-”Who knew an Evil Queen had a soft spot for children?” You pressed the Henry button, Robin. You shouldn’t have done that.

-”I may have done bad things in my life, but at least I own it.” Regina, NONE of that works the way you think it does. For one thing, a good portion of your time prior to the curse (As well as after it), you denied you were the Evil Queen. For another, admitting you’re bad doesn’t do anything to lessen the effects of the bad things you do. Regina, Reggie-kins! You were doing so well!

-”I inadvertently put her in harm’s way during a job.” I love how freakin’ vague this line is. Like, I feel like there was a “Murder Most Foul”-esque red herring twist -- even more so than the one we got -- that would gel with a Robin flashback (Which was desperately needed).

-I love how this is framed as Henry not being himself because he’s not reacting to baby stuff, but he’s a freakin’ kid! I’d be telling her to buzz off as well!

-”Baby’s are stronger than you think.” Did you enjoy that double entendre, Jane? XD Because I did!

-I like how magic has a scientific element to it occasionally. For just as much as it’s a matter of talent or an ability by birth, magic can be learned and some of the strongest practitioners got to where they are by studying their asses off. There’s a diversity to it that reflects the diversity of skills.

-”I know just who to tell.” Yes, Regina!!! You told the embodiment of the town at large!!! Awesome decision!

-Nurse! Stick the fucking syringe in Little John! Yeah, he’s acting weird, but he’s not attacking just yet, so get a move on!

-”I’m a doctor, not a vet.” We REALLY need to get a magical vet on staff. I feel like Storybrooke has way too many animal problems to not have one.

-I love Regina and Emma’s conversation about stakeouts! It’s so subdued and domestic and FUNNY! XD

-Aww! Henry has friends! I wonder if said friends are wondering what the hell happened to Henry. Like, are there fics akin to “Stand By Me” where his friend group goes looking for him? Does Henry still text them? There’s a fucking story here!

-“Enough with the martyr complex, Regina. Try growing up without a mother.” ...She has a twinge of a point there, Regina.

-”They’re both dead.” I love how Rebecca Mader plays off learning that information. Like, her facial expressions there are divine!

-Has anyone ever written a fic where Zelena DID make the time traveling spell and used it on her terms?

-”Someone to destroy.” OMFG! Lana’s face! I fucking love it!

-”Why’d she tell you all of this?” Dude, she said two pieces of info that are the most general topics in the world when dealing with kids.

-”Maybe we can stop for ice cream.” BAD IDEA!

-”He took on simian form with the added bonus of wings.” A touch redundant, Killian.

-”Seriously? She’s real too?” I love that adorably innocent way that line is given! It’s so cute!

-OMG! I love the Rumple reveal! First, we see some straw. Then we see a male’s hand. Finally, we see his rugged and haggard face! That was so small, but so good!

-Rumple’s poor floof! It’s all gross!

-Rumple’s cage outfit looks more Weaver than Rumple! XD

-Okay, seeing Rumple not in makeup and acting crazy may quite possibly be the scariest thing in this series!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Wicked Witch - Damn! Rebecca Mader plays Zelena playing a midwife flawlessly! It’s up there with Pan as just amazing! Also, Zelena is freakin’ clever as hell! She takes full advantage of her knowledge of the people of Storybrooke to get exactly what she needs. And as I mentioned before, the flashback scenes perfectly characterize her. She’s sinister, has greater depth to her, and is just so cool! And speaking of cool, while the player (Zelena) is revealed to the audience, there’s a great element of mystery still going on, keeping the season from just feeling like a waiting game. Why is everyone being turned into monkeys vampire-style? What happened during that year? Who knows!

Regina’s Redemption - Like with the past few episodes, I really enjoy Regina’s character development. We’re starting to enter the payoff stage of her redemption as she further grows on better terms with everyone and protecting not just herself and Henry, but others too.

Killian’s Redemption - “Is he alive?” I love the way that Killian’s eyes just show that it’s something he’s genuinely concerned about. Absent is the snarkier, less mature version of himself and here, we have a Killian who recognizes that a good person’s life is in jeopardy and genuinely just doesn’t want him to be dead.

Favorite Dynamic

Regina and Emma. Who fucking else? The friendliness between these two set up by Regina’s fake memories and her means of stopping the curse perfectly allows for the niceness between the two of them to fit like a glove! It’s not full on best friend niceness, but it’s a niceness that reflects what they did for each other in “Coming Home” and reflects well on their history.

Writer

Here we have Jane Espenson flying solo as the writer of this episode! She did a fantastic job. The stories throughout the segments are very simple, but the complexity is allowed to shine through the intricacies of the characters. The dialogue and thought processes of everyone are exceptionally well handled and there’s a lot of comedy that just works so well!

Rating

Golden Apple. While I normally reserve a Golden Apple for something with a bit more of a thematic resonance, the execution of the stories here is so good that it doesn’t need a theme in that way. The story and writing are exceptionally good here, playing it simple, but smart and allowing the nuances to speak for themselves. There’s a lot of great elements and great and iconic moments here. It’s a fun step on the journey of this new arc.

Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Swan Fire - For all of the worrying that Neal does for Emma, it’s really heartwarming to see how much she worries about him!

Outlaw Queen - I feel like for purposes of full disclosure, I should preface this by saying that I’m not a super strong Outlaw Queen shipper. That said, I want to like them (As I want to like all things), and I’m really liking them in 3B (I liked them the first time around in my initial watch of 3B too)! Lana and Sean have good chemistry and the writing gives them a nice bit of banter. You get the feeling that while they don’t despise each other, they’re not on good terms and that trust has to build between them. And because this is early on in Robin’s existence, he’s allowed to be a simpler character. The love story between them starts out simple and to the point, allowing for it to be a great romance story.

Swan Queen - You really see the developed faith and trust between Emma and Regina and it’s so nice to see them being much more open with each other. Look at their dialogue in the office and how honest and kind they are to each other and it’s night-and-day compared to Season 1, but so well built! And look at those gentle smiles! It’s so sweet!! The payoff here is just so good!

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I’m so glad I was able to get more in-depth about this episode! Thank you all for reading and to those fabulous folks at @watchingfairytales!

Next time, we’ll see another looming presence that towers over our heroes. ;)

Season 3 Total (126/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (39/60) Kalinda Vazquez (17/40) Andrew Chambliss (27/50) Jane Espenson (20/30) David Goodman (20/40) Robert Hull (20/40) Christine Boylan (20/20)* Daniel Thomsen (20/30) * Indicates that their work for the season is complete

Operation Rewatch Archives

[littlewolfdiaries]

Hellooo can you do canons for what the girls are like (Angela, sandy, evie, Kathy,Sandy) thank you you are a lovely unicorn

Angela--- is very vividly described in TWTTN so you can check that out (the book is so good, it fucks you up so hard at the end).Sandy--- also described but vaguely so I'll elaborate. She's very manipulative but sweet, kind, she honestly believes she does the right thing. She gets stressed out very easily. Sandy can hang out with Socs but she prefers greasers. She's funny, knows how to fit in, but is ultimately just trying to survive. Very often she'll sleep at friend's houses (as long as she can to avoid going home tbh). Evie--- she's very strong, caring, generous, blunt, not extremely feminine but because she's always focused on other people and very busy. Materialistic products and trends mean nothing. She makes kind of decent grades but really wants to go to nursing school, where she'll go on to make excellent grades. Evie really wants to help out in the Vietnam war, perhaps as a volunteer, but has to wait until she's 18. Even when the war ends, she wants to be some sort of military medic. She's very passionate but it doesn't take much for her to crumble. It's just that she doesn't deal with anxiety well and she's constantly running and running, so it's hard for her. Kathy--- very into fashion, slightly materialistic but genuine at heart, she's got a big family so she's super family oriented, the kind of person that doesn't have weekend plans because she's doing something with her family and relatives. She's very scatterbrained and ditzy. Super into mod style and the fashion icons that go along with it. She's a little immature but fun and loving. A super cool person to party with, but maybe not make your best friend.That's all, right? I didn't see that you requested any Socs.

[cosmosogler]

really, REALLY late start today. sorry. i was trapped in tv tropes purgatory.

i really hurt my eyes with all the reading i did... and lost track of time.

anyway i got up early, at 9:05, and showered and drove out to the behavioral health center. i got a little turned around and was one minute late for my appointment. and i also hit the curb when i was trying to park because i’m good at driving when i’m stressed.

i managed to NOT damage the car this time at least! baby steps. curbs are the worst. i have never hit anything that wasn’t part of the ground. well, except for the recycling bin that dad decided to leave directly behind the car on the driveway that you couldn’t see from the rearview mirror. the car is normally in the garage so i couldn’t have seen the bin before i got in the car either.

ok i got sidetracked. i need to stay focused because i want to go to sleep because my head hurts. staying focused with a headache is really easy!!!

i hate that my stupid face scrunches up when i have a headache. it makes everything worse. because i always have a headache. mostly from grinding my teeth forever every day always.

ok so i got to the hospital and went in for the paperwork and interview. i got a quick medical check up and then filled out my paperwork. the nurse asked if i wanted something to drink and rattled off a bunch of available choices and i asked for water and she left and never came back. so i was thirsty for about an hour.

the doctor, charlie, came in well after i had figured out all the paperwork. i was expecting to be interrupted because i was  taking forever. but she was nice and asked questions and didn’t seem judgmental when i stumbled over my answers and gave caveats to all my problems. but then i mentioned that i couldn’t start until next week because i am going up to flagstaff to sort out school stuff and would miss two days of therapy this week. she immediately put down the survey and told me i could only start within three days of finishing the paperwork. so i would have to fill out everything again in a week if i wanted to start next week. i kinda sighed. but she promised she would keep my file so i didn’t have to redo EVERYTHING. and they are open on weekends so i can make an appointment for next monday and start right away on tuesday.

so i drove home. i sang badly along with my ipod. my voice was just not with it today. i don’t have as much range as the singer i was listening to even on a good day though. so i just had to hope that the car wasn’t judging me.

i got home and got caught up on some web sites and tumblr blogs and i started reading some homestuck analysis because i still think about it sometimes. i follow the fan comic “double death of the author” and it is very good and one of the writers wrote very detailed rants on why the ending was disappointing. it feels nice to see some of my thoughts in someone else’s words.

then i went to chipotle for lunch with dad and the neighbor and his daughter. the daughter is roommates with my sister at their apartment since they both go to the same university. recently she has been making some very bad and also dangerous decisions relating to alcohol so my sister has distanced herself from the neighbor’s kid. dad thinks she should just “forgive and forget” and “talk it out” but my sister is adamant that the daughter is not welcome in her life while she is making these decisions. she has forgiven her before and she always interprets it as permission to keep doing it, so my sister put her foot down after a really bad night.

i agree with my sister. i didn’t say that to anyone except her though.

the chipotle was good. i actually ate the whole burrito. the whole burrito! i didn’t put as many things in it as i usually would though.

after that i sank into my tv tropes/wikipedia fugue for several hours. there is just so much information. and i need to read literally all of it. i can barely even stop when i want to, if i manage to catch the time. i was like this when i read long novels too. reading while walking, reading at night in the car, reading under streetlights while we walked from the car to the store, waiting for my family to fall asleep late at night and then creeping into the bathroom and reading behind the door for hours and hours. i mean, i didn’t want to sleep, because horrifying nightmares. and i didn’t care about school, because the bullying was at its worst those years. the only genuinely interesting thing that didn’t also hurt me was reading. and it did hurt me... i don’t have as much “imagination” stamina as i used to and my eyes are getting weak. and i got back problems that i don’t tell my family about. it literally always hurts. i can’t make it stop.

i got yelled at for reading too long several times. when the last harry potter book came out my dad caught me reading upside down with my feet up against the wall at 3 am and nearly shook the walls when he punched the door. i didn’t even like harry potter as much as my sister did. mom caught me reading in the bathroom when i couldn’t wait long enough for her to go to bed to continue the story.

i just... have to look at all the information in front of me. it’s in instinct i can’t fight, and when i think about it, i don’t really want to fight it that much. it’s bad in some situations, but it’s mostly useful. and good when i need to make an informed decision.

even in discord channels, if other people had a conversation while i was away, even if i have no interest in the topic, and i know i won’t find it interesting, i will read it.

i’ve gotten just a little better about that, mostly because i don’t usually have the energy to interact with people.

anyway i remembered (i just also remembered right now so i will have to do that first thing in the morning) that i need to schedule my shuttle up to flagstaff for wednesday. so i went to ask dad what a good time for him to drop me off is. he said he was on the phone so i waited quietly and petted the dogs. eve is limping more than she was a few days ago.

after a few minutes dad spiked the phone into the desk and it hit the wall and fell behind the desk. i was startled, but i asked dad “what would be a good time for” and he interrupted me to snarl “i don’t care.” so i left the room.

he called me back into the room later by yelling at me. i asked what a good time would be for him since i needed to take the shuttle on wednesday, which is his physical therapy day. i have set aside wednesdays as “dad has full access to the car” days for the past several months so he could go to physical therapy for his elbow. he told me he hasn’t gone to that basically since i started scheduling my week around it. after yelling at me for not knowing about it and accommodating him when i first started leaving the house again.

COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so i gotta schedule the shuttle tomorrow morning. it’s 12:40 right now i can’t do it before i want to sleep if i’m gonna keep writing.

then i had the Iconic Exchange with asher about reach arounds. and then it was an hour later and mom got home and made a quiche. it was ok... it didn’t taste bad or anything, but i didn’t like the way that it filled up my mouth every single bite. i talked to mom about why she was angry at dad. they do not communicate effectively or understand each other very well. despite mom thinking she understands dad perfectly. they have very different priorities, and different priorities than the other thinks they have. then i took the dogs outside and then i took wiley on a walk. but only a short one because i had been chewed on by mosquitoes in the few minutes i took them out back and i was still tired and sore from the long drive yesterday.

then i kept reading tv tropes and then it was like 11. but i finally finished the tabs. all of them except two which i am not going to look at right now. even though they are interesting. 

i went downstairs and had some strawberries and came back up and watched some youtube. i found a new poet that is really cool. i put one of his works in my queue so that will post in like two days. i have a two-day queue buffer most of the time.

then i panicked when it was 12 and started writing!!! 

oh, mom talked to me about eve while i was eating. i mentioned that the sooner i left for florida at the end of the summer, the more likely it would be that eve would still be alive when i left. so i wouldn’t be there for her. mom made a face and asked if i really thought they wouldn’t take care of her. that’s not really what i was getting at, but i said that’s not what i thought and mentioned that she’s walking badly. mom said that my uncle mike was going to wait until she stopped using the leg and then amputate it. she should have up to another year in her if she recovers from the surgery well and the cancer hadn’t become malignant over the last few years. it will be easier for her to adjust to having three legs if she no longer uses the bad one anyway.

i don’t want her to die... but when i leave for florida i won’t be coming back, not really. they employ graduate students year-round. mom asked if i wanted eve to die and i said no but i felt guilty. it’s complicated... like, what if it was me. would i rather die around loved ones or live longer and see them leave. and how does my depression factor into my answer to that question in a way that it wouldn’t for eve? i can’t make the decision for her, but i also can’t communicate the situation to her in any way or get her feedback. all she can see is that i’m sad for some reason.

i watched her run around in the backyard with doge and wiley. diogi has resorted to little bunny-hops with her back legs to get moving while she scrambles much faster with her front legs. it looks funny but i’m glad she can still go more or less where she wants. eve has started running that way too though. supporting her back leg with her good one when she runs. diogi just kicks her back legs at the same time because it’s easier to coordinate. 

i dunno. i always feel wistful and sad when i watch the dogs. like this might be the last time i see them do this or that. how do they feel about it? they have to know. diogi’s doing “pack protection” behaviors that pack animals do when one of their members is sick or otherwise infirm. 

ehhhh i made myself sad. they’re not even dead yet. i am always happy to see them but also sad to know that i might not see them again. i can’t get that thought out of my head and just enjoy the time i got.

grief is weird. the past few days i’ve been feeling nothing and getting really confused when an emotion pops up because what even are emotions, but put an old dog in front of me and i feel REALLY BAD and it shoves me back into being alive IMMEDIATELY.

and then i’m gonna adopt a senior cat when i get to florida. a+ plan, can’t see how that will go wrong. there are no holes in this plan.

ok it’s 1 i gotta sleep. therapist appointment at 11:30 tomorrow. i will get up around 10 as usual though so it won’t be a rush. i was hoping i could push back my wake-up time to 9 but since it is already after 1 i don’t see that happening. i have just been too tired the last few days.

i know i had dreams last night but i don’t remember what they were about. just that they were there. as they always are. i can recall dreaming at least 6 nights a week, usually 7, even if i can’t remember anything besides vague impressions. and i don’t remember them less than half the time. it’s clogging up all my memory and emotion and energy space. for 20 years.

[trashynoona]

The List

Wordcount: 5, 171

Genre: Fluff, Smut and some angst

According to an old folklore, humans were born with two heads, 4 arms and 4 legs. However, afraid that they would be too powerful, God decided to split everybody into halves and hence, it  became our life’s goal as human to find our other halves; near or far.

 However, you thought, what if there is actually more than one of these ‘the one’ out there, what if the only thing that made these ‘the one’ not work out was because time. Perhaps, you were ready, but he wasn’t; perhaps you were both too young. You’d never know.

 Just as you pondered about love and all its complexities, you can’t help but to think about of all the men whom you had crossed path with in your live; thinking perhaps, they were once that missing puzzle piece.

 The First Love

You met Park Ji Min during physical education class. Despite being in a different class, your class had joint physical education classes every Wednesdays. Being the unatheletic sloth that you are, you often opt out of sports and chose to help the teacher with the equipment instead. In other words, you were very much that loser who got ordered around by the teacher to bring out whatever sports equipment he needed and demanded to be cleaned. You were always quietly cussing about how you could spend times like these doing much beneficial stuff, like catching up on your sleep or finishing up the homework that was due in 2 periods.

 On the other hand, Park Ji Min was sporty and well-liked by his peers. He was insanely charming and had a smile that could light up the world. The guys wanted to be like him and the girls wanted to be with him. Despite being only 16 years old then, his muscles were a lot more toned in comparison to his peers and the way he casually flips back his bushy hair made every girl die a little inside, you included.

 You had developed a crush on Jimin from the first day you set eyes on him. You had never met anybody as beautiful as he is. He was talented, smart and funny; he was the vice-captain of the basketball team. Despite being the vice president to the dance society in school, you still constantly felt like a potato next to jimin. Your friends had encouraged you to speak to him, but very often, no matter how you mustered up your courage, you would let out an awful shriek, chicken out and run away in the end.

 That’s until one day, with the constant pestering from your friends, you decided, perhaps you are indeed feeling more confident today, and perhaps you are not very much a potato, or perhaps jimin has a special liking for potatoes; you tried to convince yourself. You played with the hem of your sports t-shirt (which is completely free from sweat, because well, you don’t do any) as you inched closer to the basketball court. As usual, Jimin was in a fierce match of basketball with his slightly less good looking peers (at least in your eyes).

 ‘Here’s your chance!’ you told yourself in your head. Jimin had his hands to his knees by the basketball post closest to you; trying to catch his breathe. You reached your hands out and tried to give the best smile you could force out.

 ‘Hi Ji….’ Before you could even finish your sentence, a loud ‘bong’ sound echoed through the entire sports court. Whilst focusing your attention on Jimin, you had forgotten to watch out for your surrounding and ended up walking into the basketball post instead.

 You fell flat to the ground. You noticed a handsome figure hovering in front of you.

  ‘Are you all right?’ He called out. You squinted your eyes, trying to focus on the situation before everything turned black ahead of you.

 The next time you woke up, you were in then nurse office. You felt an intense sore on your forehead. Instinctively, you moved your hand to touch your head, only to figure that there was a huge bump right in the middle on your head.

 ‘what the fuck?!’ you muttered to yourself.

 Just then, you heard a soft murmur and a groggy wild Park Jimin appeared by your bedside. Despite being in shock, you could not help but take time out to appreciate the beauty of your crush. You noticed he was holding onto your hand and your free hand immediately shot up to your mouth to cover up your giggle.

 ‘This must be the best dream ever.’ You thought to yourself.

‘Mmm, you’re up?’ Ji Min sleepily rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

‘How’s your head? The nurse said the swell should go down in a couple of days and you would be good as new.’ Jimin continued as he gently dapped the ice pack on your forehead which made you wince in pain.

‘Hold up, you mean this is not a dream?’ You asked.

‘No silly! You literally walked into the basketball post and passed out!’ Jimin tried to explain to you as his eyes turned into half moons.

 ‘Wha..what???!!!’ You shriek. You hurriedly got out of the bed and ran to the mirror. You examined the bump on your head and winced at the tenderness of the swell whenever you ran your hand through it.

 Jimin could sense your distraught so he got up from his seat by your bedside and turned your body to face him. His gripped was intense but his face was soft, you felt like you were about to throw up. This was the first time you had been in such close proximity to Jimin afterall.

 ‘Don’t worry, you’re still really cute despite that big bump on your head!’ Jimin gave you one of his bright heartening smile as he tugged a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your face immediately turned tomato red which freaked Jimin out abit; thinking you had a fever.

  The two of you subsequently started dating and school became all rainbows and unicorns. You could not focus in class but it did not matter, because the only thing that mattered then, was that pure innocent love you shared with Park Ji min. You would ‘inconspicuously’ visit the washroom after each lesson, just so you could catch a glimpse of your handsome boyfriend. As Jimin was seated by the window, you would casually drop him a little note before heading to the washroom; only to melt into a puddle of love when he returns you with another note as you head back to class.

Jimin and you shared your respective first kiss with one another and it felt like the most magical moment in your life. Both of you shared an awkward tension for a while before it actually happened. Jimin was notoriously shy and while he really wanted to kiss you, he was afraid he would be deemed as too forward. While you on the other hand, was going crazy with the tension the both of you shared and could not wait for Jimin to make the first move. Every day in school before morning assembly, your best girl friends would always gather at your usual spot, just close by to the basketball court (everybody seemed to have a crush on the basketballers for some reason) and they would ask you about your date with your boyfriend.

 ‘So… Did it happened?’ Your friend cheekily eyed you as she spoke.

‘No…’ was the answer to the question, every single day.

 Soon enough, you were growing impatient and decided to take things into your own hands. Just as Jimin bid you farewell after sending you home from school like the gentleman he is, you grabbed him by his collar and planted a kiss on his cheeks.

 ‘It’s your turn.’ You shyly whispered to your flustered boyfriend.

 Jimin knew he had been too much of a wimp for far too long. All his friends were mocking him and he knew both of you truly shared genuine feelings for one another. So without a second thought, Jimin grabbed you by your arms, brought you closer to his body and place his iconic soft plump lips on yours.

 You felt fireworks exploding in your head. You could almost literally hear the birds sing. Life seemed perfect that very moment. And that, was how you had your first kiss; with your very first boyfriend and the most popular boy in school, Park Jimin.

 Ever since the first kiss, Jimin had grew a lot bolder and would hold you by your cheeks as his tongue danced in your mouth. It left a burning lust in your stomach; except you were not sure what it was then. The two of you were innocent and young afterall.

 Just as how quickly everything started, your first love ended pretty quickly as well. Both of you were young and neither of you knew how to keep a relationship going. After the initial excitement died down, you both figured out it was not going to work, so you parted ways on fairly good terms.

 Even till this day, your heart skipped a beat at the memory of Jimin dribbling the ball across the basketball court while casually pushing his soft locks off his face.

 The Best Friend

Jung Ho Seok or more affectionately known as Hobi to you was your best friend. Despite being a year older, both of you served in the student council so you spent quite a fair bit of time together. You would always spend time in the council room after school, giving your parents excuses like ‘council meetings’ in order to spend extra time with your best friend. You were like two peas in a pod; always together and always getting into trouble with one another. One day, while engaging in your usual bickering, you suddenly saw Hobi in a different light. Suddenly, he was no longer the dorky joker hobi you knew; he was a handsome and funny council senior that you had begun developing feelings for.

 You started putting in more effort in the way you carried yourself; making sure not to cuss or laugh like a man. One night, while on the phone with Hobi, just like you always do; Hobi confessed. He told you about how you were the most beautiful girl he has met and would totally have asked you out if you weren’t his best friend. You bit your tongue as you questioned if you should tell him about how you felt. You took a deep breath and decided to take a leap of faith.

 ‘Hobi, I like you too.’ You announced into the phone in a quiet whisper; afraid to wake your parents up, it was way past your bed time after all.

 The two of you immediately decided to start dating and agreed to meet outside the school’s bus stop the next day so you guys could walk to school together.

 You arrived at the bus stop earlier than expected so you sat on one of the benches; with your heart beating out of your chest. Hobi wasn’t Hobi anymore, he was your boyfriend. Soon, the bus that Hobi was on arrived and you saw your handsome best friend alight the bus. He shot you a wide smile and greeted you. Your heart was pounding. As the two of you walked to school, tension was building up. You knew you had romantic feelings for Hobi, but the awkwardness has masked your chemistry with one another and it felt strange.

 The both of you continued dating for a bit and it felt a little less strange by the day. But the time came and Hobi was graduating from highschool. He was moving to the Seoul to begin his university education while you were stuck in this small town for another year. Although you both agreed to continue keeping in contact through skype, and made plans for you to visit him over his summer break, none of it happened.

 Hoseok was busy trying to get accustomed to university life, with all his exciting classes, frat parties and new friends, he hardly had time for you. While you on the other hand, was stuck in the monotonous lifestyle of a highschool senior in your small town. You knew you would probably join Hobi in Seoul once you were done with high school but the distance pushed the two of you apart.

 Eventually, all communications with Hoseok died down. It started with hour long nightly skype calls, to 3-4 nights of short calls, to occasional text messages then it became nothing. Hobi and you were done. You did not blame him as you knew you were not putting in the effort either. Through this experience, you lost both your boyfriend and your best friend.

 The Toxic One

After you graduated from highschool, you reconnected with your ex, hoseok to seek advice on college admission. You eventually decided to enroll in the same university as him. When the time came for your big move to Seoul, Hobi greeted you at the train station and drove you to your new dorm. You expected the air to be tense, but it was casual and fun like how it used to be before the two of you started dating. You mentally noted about how glad you were for getting your best friend back for the very least.

 As you began to settle down in college, Hobi would bring you out to introduce you to his friends. And that’s when you caught the eyes of the infamous bad boy, Kim Namjoon. He was tall, dark and handsome. While he looked like danger, he also has two insanely adorable dimples that appear whenever he articulates his words. Your breath hitched whenever you were with him.

 Namjoon was notoriously known to be quite a player, but you didn’t care. You were hooked. Despite Hobi’s warning, you turned a blind eye and decided to go on a date with this mysterious senior of yours. He had a way of turning you into a pile of mush. You felt the knots in your stomach whenever he kissed you, just like how you felt when Jimin used to kiss you. Except, you knew what it was this time. It was lust, it was Namjoon’s sex appeal that was making you wet.

 You did not eventually sleep with him, but you did give your first blowjob to him. The two of you were horny as hell and would engage in inappropriate acts whenever Namjoon felt like he needed to blow off some steam. Regardless if it was the cinema, the back of a bus or a deserted staircase landing, Namjoon would place your hand on his hardened bulge and shoot you with one of his signature dimpled-smile as a signal for you to go down on him. You gave in every single time. You knew you were turning into a mess. Your grades were dropping, you had no friends and all you did was suck Namjoon’s dick. While you knew you had to leave this man for good, he was way too alluring. The way he whispered in your ears, the way he held you, the way he made you feel like shit a moment and a princess the next. It made you feel needed. But it never lasted long, you were never Namjoon’s priority. In fact, you were generally in the background when your boyfriend hung out with his friends. Except, until he felt like he needed a release.

 After countless sleepless nights and the possibility of failing your first year of university; you decided to heed the advice of Hobi and break up with Namjoon. It was a hot mess. More tears and fights were included. You would say that’s it and yet you give in whenever Namjoon came begging for you.

 ‘Come on babe, we are perfect for each other, I love you!’ Namjoon would say in his alluring deep voice.

 Except, you knew you were never going to be Namjoon’s priority, all he wanted from you, was to suck his very horny dick. So you decided that you needed to get away from the toxic ex of yours and so you signed up for an exchange program; perhaps some time away from Namjoon would help you find yourself again.

  Your Dorky Roomate

And you did. You were back to being yourself again. You were your happy dorky self again. Your grades went up as well and everybody around you were pleased to see you turning your life around.

 After three failed relationships, you were a lot more cautious and mature now. That’s until you meet your strange roommate in your shared house. Taehyung greeted you with his boxy smile by the door as you moved in to the apartment after arriving in the country. Since you did not know anybody around in the city, you agreed to take up the offer to have Taehyung bring you around.

 The experience with Taehyung was not like the usual. While he did bring you to touristy places, he turned the typical trips into spontaneous fun adventures. Taehyung was ultimately a big kid in a grown man’s body. Once, he brought you to Disneyland and insisted that you both dress up as princesses. He was Rapunzel while you were Sleeping Beauty. He held onto your hand as you pranced around the park like two deranged princesses. People were staring, but neither of you cared. You were in your own bubble of happiness and that was all that matters.

 ‘You make a pretty hot Rapunzel, Tae.’ You commented in between giggles while the two of you engaged in a competition of who-can-finish-the-bad-tasting-over-priced-mickey-ice-cream first.

 Tae shot you a wink and pretended to flip his non-existent golden locks.

 Another time, Tae brought you to a local sleazy karaoke bar. He started the ball rolling by going up on stage and singing his rendition of BTS’ Dope. He knew you would like it; you were a major BTS trash after all (see what I did there? lol). Despite the fact that Tae sucked at rapping and he made you embarrassed as hell as he tried to mimic the actions of rap monster, you were mesmerized. You could not keep your eyes off your silly man-child roommate. His eyes were always twinkling with mischief and you felt completely safe and free to be as silly as you can be when you’re with him. Afterall, he was probably equally or more retarded than you are.

 After a few more shots of tequila, both of you were high af and stumbled onto the stage. The microphone squeaked obnoxiously as tae tried to pick it up. Everybody in the audience grimaced from the high-pitch ring but the two of you just broke out in a laughing feat. Causing everybody to stare at you in annoyance. You proceed to sing a very drunkard rendition of Beast’s Bad Girl. It was your secret guilty pleasure which you had drunkardly admitted to Tae. He knew he had to make you sing it.

 Despite your words slurring and your body moving out of sync with the music, Tae thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever met. He had never met anybody as quirky and spontaneous as he is. In fact, all of his ex girlfriends had complained that he was ‘too 4D’ and needed to tone down. He hated how they tried to change him. But you were different. He felt like you embraced and accepted his quirkiness and brought out the best in him.

 That very night, you both tumbled into the shared house, sucking each other’s facing off. Tae broke off the kiss, breathless.

 ‘Can I.. Can I.. fuck you please?’ Tae asked in between breaths.

 You had never done it before but you agreed anyway. Your first experience turned out to be a living nightmare. You found out that Tae was a virgin as well and he was almost as clueless as you were. However, he did make it up to you by going down on you and giving you your very first orgasm. Your head spun and you gasped for air as Tae lapped up the juices spilling out of your womanhood. Your eyes were tightly shut as you reached out to hold onto a bunch of Tae’s hair. He shot his face up, drenched in your juice before burying his head under you again. He was hot. He was so hot you felt like you were going to explode.

 After Tae was satisfied with how shagged out you were from your first orgasm, he haphazardly reached out to the box of condoms his older brother had given to him for ‘emergency’. Tae was pretty sure this was very much deemed as an ‘emergency’ as he was so turned on and ready to fuck you, especially after hearing you scream his name while he ate you out.

 As Taehyung carefully put on his condom, he lined his hardened bulge in front of you and warned you before he carefully inserted his dick into your linings. You cried out in pain. It was your first time afterall.

 ‘Omg omg, I’m so sorry baby girl, did I hurt you?’ Tae immediately pulled his hardened member out of you, worried.

 You shook your head and encouraged him to continue. While it did indeed hurt like hell, but you had read online that it was inevitable and you knew there was nobody else in the world you’d rather be fucked out for the first time besides Kim Tae Hyung.

 Eventually, the pain subsided and it started to become enjoyable. Being his first time as well, Tae Hyung was a shaking mess in no time as he cummed into the condom he had put on the very first time. He fell onto the bed next to you; both too shagged out to speak. The both of you started freaking out when you realised you have stained the bed with blood so very much that it looked like you murdered someone.

 As the days went by, Tae Hyung and you had more sex and they were always better and sexier than the previous. Some days, you would meet in the middle of lunch break just so you could fuck. The both of you were very much horny and in love.

 However, you knew time was not on your side. The year was coming to an end and you had to return to your university.

 Parting with Taehyung was a teary departure. Tae hugged you closed to him one last time, trying to remember the warmth and comfort you had provided him with. You felt a tear fall onto your shoulder as Taehyung pulled away. And that was goodbye.

  The Fuckboy

So there you are, half way through your undergraduate studies. You missed Taehyung dearly. While the two of you were still in contact, you knew it was nothing more than a missed opportunity. Soon enough, Tae was dating another girl and it hit you hard. While you were happy that Tae had found somebody, you were angry that the girl could’ve been you.

 Hence, on one of those lonely nights, you signed up for an online dating app, hoping to find somebody to take the pain away from you. Perhaps to subconsciously spite the boy you loved in a distant land as well.

 That was when you found Min Yoongi. He had bleached mint green hair and pale skin. While he generally gave off a nonchalant, indifferent vibe, he had his moments where he was vulnerable and genuine. Yoongi started out as a casual fling you matched on the dating app. Sex with him was satisfying. He was afterall, very hot and very dominating, just as you found out was your guilty pleasure. But eventually, through the chats you had pre and post sex, you found yourself to be falling for this fuckboy of yours. You knew he was not into commitments; neither was he ready to settle for just one girl. But you being you, there was no way you could control your feelings for him. You were drowning in a Min Yoongi abyss which led you to make the dumbest decision ever. With Hobi’s terribly stupid advice, you decided to sleep with somebody else, in hopes to spite Yoongi out of his shell.

 Except, the plan backfired. It threw Yoongi off the wall. While you did ask for his opinion and he did approve, the thought of you sleeping with another man made Yoongi flip. He realized that you had somehow managed to break down his walls and he was falling for you. But then he got reminded of how he was once young, innocent and in love with his ex girlfriend.

 Despite being young, he was determined to marry her some day. He took up extra shifts at his part time job just so he could buy her expensive gifts that she had yearned for. One day, he decided to surprise her at her place with flowers and balloons to celebrate their 4th anniversary. Only to hear her moaning obnoxiously loud through the entrance of her apartment. And it was not his name she was crying out for. Tears immediately gushed out of Yoongi’s eyes. He felt like his heart had been torn apart. He wanted to leave, to run away from the horror but his feet were weak and they refused to move. So he sat by her door, weeping; tortured and tormented by the sex he knew his girlfriend was having. Soon, the moaning stopped and the front door opened. Yoongi wiped off his tears and his face hardened as he watched the love of his life step out of her apartment with some strange man he had never seen before. The girl was surprised to see Yoongi outside her door. She wanted to explain, but she knew she had none. Yoongi reached over and shoved the flowers and balloons he had prepared for the girl in her hands. A single tear fell off his cheek as he said;

 ‘We’re over.’

 And that was it. Yoongi never looked back. He was completely shattered. He built up his walls and found his released as a fuckboy instead. That was, until he met you. He felt like perhaps, this time, he could open his heart. Except, you knew nothing about his backstory and simply felt like you needed to protect your heart from this fuck boy. So when you tried to spite him by sleeping with some other guy you met in the club, Yoongi’s walls closed up again.

 Both of you cried; angry that it was a missed opportunity. Things could have gone well. Except it didn’t and that was it.

  The Young One

After your once again painful parting with Yoongi, you decided to return to your hometown for the holidays. You did indeed miss your family and friends whom you had left behind to move to Seoul afterall.

 One night, you decided to accompany your friend who had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 5 years to the club. You thought some fun could help you get your mind off Min Yoongi after all. As the night went by, your friend went wild and soon enough you lost her to some guy in the midst of the dance floor. You were feeling tired and not in the mood, so you moved to the bar to get a drink instead.

 As you casually sipped on your cosmopolitan while trying to find your friend in the sea of people sucking out each other’s faces, you notice the guy next to you doing the same. The both of you turned and looked at each other and broke out in giggles.

 ‘Lost your friend in the sea of horny people?’ He asked.

 ‘Yeah… You as well?’ you asked.

 The boy nodded his head and shot out his hand ‘Hi, I’m Jeon Jungkook!’

 You shook his hands and took a closer look at the boy. He was gorgeous. He had brown hair that covered part of his forehead, big beady eyes and a smile that reminded you of an adorable bunny.

 The both of you spend the next hour laughing and judging random strangers on the dance floor.

 ‘It’s funny how as the night goes by the single men and women becomes more desperate to find a partner and you eventually see everybody sucking each other’s faces out.’ You half shouted to Jungkook.

 ‘I know! It’s hilarious.’ He replied.

 Except, the two of you eventually became one of the couples you were both judging after a few more glasses of cosmo.

 Jungkook haphazardly guided you to an empty cubicle as his quickly ran his fingers under your shirt. His warm hands left a tingling sensation on you and you let out a soft lustful moan. Jungkook engulfed you in a hurried passionate kiss as he tried to unbutton your skirt. Your hand snaked over to the boy’s body as you felt his lean and defined abs under his white shirt. You broke off the kiss as you hungrily tried to remove his shirt. You needed to fuck this boy so badly.

 You planted soft kisses at the nape of his neck and continued kissing downwards. Jungkook moaned. He reached out to cup your breast through your bra as he took in your seductive kisses across his torso.

 Just as you were about to remove his pants, you knocked out his wallet by accident and his ID fell out.

 ‘What the fuck?! You’re 18?!’ You shrieked.

 ‘Yeah.. but why does it matter baby girl, come on.’ Jungkook said as his hand rested on your bare skin.

 ‘No.. no, this is too wrong, you’re the same age as my brother for God’s sake.’ You were freaking out as you gathered your clothes and struggled to leave the bathroom stall.

 ‘I’m sorry Jungkookie, you’re hot as fuck, but.. but… it would be like fucking my dongseng.’ You explained as you hurriedly ran out of the club.

 Jungkook tried to chase after you but you were long gone.

  The window wipers

 And so here you are, seated at a café, jotting down your generally unsuccessful, ridiculous romantic life. Just as you took a sip of your coffee, your best friend hobi arrived and you smiled at him.

 ‘How old are you? You freaking have a coffee-stache for God’s sake.’ Hobi whined, unable to stand how silly you can be at times.

‘Am I manly now?’ You tried to lower your voice to tease Hobi and broke out in your obnoxiously annoying laughter.

 Just then, you heard a laughter than sounded very much like yours. You turned around and your eyes were met with a beautiful boy with pale pink hair.

 ‘Yeah I think you look pretty manly with that coffee-stache.’ He said.

 Both of you started laughing again.

 ‘Have anybody told you your laughter sounded like a window wiper?’ you inquired.

 The guy broke out into an even louder, more obnoxious laughter.

 ‘Yes. All the damn time!’ He said with his eyes wide open and exaggerated hand gestures.

 ‘I happened to think our laughter is pretty awesome though.’ You said in between your window wiper laughter.

 ‘Hi I’m SeokJin, you may can me Jin, fellow window-wiper?’ The boy quipped.

 You introduced yourself as you both broke into another laughing feat.

All these while, Hobi sat back witnessing the ridiculous encounter his best friend was sharing with this random stranger.

 ‘Perhaps, perhaps after all the failed encounters with men, perhaps, this was going to be the final one, the only one you needed. Your fellow window-wiper.’ You thought to yourself as you exchanged your number with Jin.

Hi guys, this is a modified version of my actual love life (I know fml). Except, I haven’t actually met my jin, but my friend did actually point out that I laugh like a damn window wiper -.- haha. so yup, I hope you enjoyed my fic. I had tremendous fun trying to pair up the members with guys that had been in my life.

Also, I sincerely apologize for making rapmon the major dickhead. we all know rapmon is a major sweetie right? hurhur. Oh and i don’t know why I always end up with smutty storylines with tae because I swear yoongi is my love. but oh well. haha. Have a good day guize!

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New Written Review from Mike Crowley on You’ll Probably Agree: ‘Ratched’ Is For The Birds

I don’t know where to begin. Do I point out how this is an insult to the source material? Do I state that this is a shameless ripoff of “Psycho?” Ryan Murphy can’t get out of his awkward high school goth phase as a creator, where he thinks that exploring the taboo is shocking. It’s not; it’s comedically obnoxious. Somewhere in heaven, Ken Kesey has stopped his bickering at Miloš Forman over his treatment of “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.” While the two men latch onto one another during one of their weekly physical encounters, the looming shadow of “Ratched” emerges from the clouds like a burning Hindenberg with mountains of glitter pouring out of the vessel. Taking his hands off Miloš, Ken turns towards his decades-long rival; at last, he utters the words, “I think I like your movie now.”

Encountering the first few minutes of “Ratched,” I asked myself in disbelief if I was watching a parody. Ryan Murphy and Ian Brennan didn’t respect the source material. If they did, then they sure fooled me. If trying to take a character in a property utterly devoid of its ubiquitous source, why go this direction? Even detaching myself from my love of “Cuckoo’s Nest,” the show is still utterly unwatchable. Jumping from one cheap gory scene to the next “Ratched” is a calamity of chaos with no clear direction other than shock. There’s a message in “Ratched” that gets suffocated in its absurdity regarding how sam sex relationships and physical deformities were improperly viewed during 1947. Such meaningful material is examined with the subtlety you’d find during a session of electroshock therapy. Nothing significant is explored in these areas, just merely abused to benefit a tacky house of horrors script.

The one potential I could see in making a show about the most hated nurse in cinematic history was an account that might humanize her. Although outwardly monstrous upon first impressions when viewing Ms. Ratched in “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest,” Louise Fletcher’s performance was mesmerizing. What hypnotized us wasn’t her dreadfulness; it was her ambiguity. The audience could be split if Mildred Ratched was truly cold-hearted or righteous in her intentions. That sort of mysticism made our hatred for that character so alluring. In the book, Mildred is just plain evil, but that works for the page. We don’t know if she was a decent person before discovering her at the mental hospital from Ken Kesey’s book or Milos Forman’s movie. So how does this prequel treat her?

In this show, Ms. Ratched is insufferably cruel from the very start, making her no more layered than a Dick Tracey villain. When we discover why she is the way she is, it’s more of an afterthought from Ryan Murphy’s box full of cheap horrors than a meticulously plotted character study. That’s odd, considering this is supposed to be the origin of one of the most iconic villains of all time. What’s the point of an origin story if the character is essentially the same person from beginning to end? Sarah Paulson does an admirable job taking on such an iconic role with her sense of menace and vulnerability. More than halfway through the show, when we discover the meaning behind the nurse’s nihilism, it was too late for me to care. None of which is Ms. Pulson’s fault. 

She does precisely what the script demands of her. Considering that she’s one of the Executive Producers on the show, you’d think she’d recommend some more nuance with her character. When given refinement, Mildred’s backstory is overbearingly cliched with traumatic flashbacks that hardly qualify as writing a fully rounded character—watching Mildred having multiple weepy scenes when before she was as calm as calm can be felt out of character. The writers don’t know if they want us to hate Ms. Ratched or feel sorry for her as it bounces from one vast emotion to the next. 

Joining Ms. Paulson’s over the top persona is a cast of characters that could have been picked from an R rated Tim Burton circus. You have your nymphomaniac junior nurse, your older vengeful nurse, your emotionally insecure doctor, and your corrupt governor. Each scene is compiled with characters frothing at the mouth in moments of excessive rage as if their single direction given by the showrunner was “SCREAM LOUDER!” 

Amongst the shoutfest, I sympathized with Dr. Richard Hanover (Jon Jon Briones) JJB brings a comedic sense of fun and some humanity to one of the few players that’s not a genuine scumbag. To compliment Jon Jon Brione’s performance is Charlie Carver’s Huck, a physically deformed World War II vet turned nurse whose actually believable in this world. My goodness, there’s someone I emotionally latched onto? Thank God. But of course, right as I’m getting invested in his character, the story moves in an entirely different direction.

Although Ken Kesey despised Miloš Forman’s adaptation of his novel, both pieces of material were grounded in reality. They dually were a timeless commentary on the lack of proper mental healthcare in American society. “Ratched” is an exploitation of mental health so the showrunner can make his version of Alfred Hitchcock meets “Friday The 13th.” It’s neither meaningful, nor scary. As a fan of “Cuckoo’s Nest,” I don’t see why in a million years you’d make a show like this based on that material. Does the character of Nurse Ratched really sell in 2020? 

Perhaps if you’re a fan of “American Horror Story,” you’ll love “Ratched.” With the freedom Ryan Murphy has with Netflix, he’s unrestrained by censorship, which is entirely a curse. If you’re looking for a fun crazy gorefest terror show, maybe this will be up your alley. It just didn’t quite work for me, which is a shame because there are so many incredible movies and TV shows that Netflix offers. I’m just saddened that a show that isn’t on Netflix’s good list had to damage one of the movies I hold dearest to my heart. 

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Can The United States Ignore These Banners Of Ethical Decrease?

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Daily Multiple

    Randall “Randy” Greivus took his Daily Multiples for Men extremely seriously. He would take one and only one every morning as soon as he woke up, but only after he poured a fresh glass of freshly filtered ice water by some lady named Britta who lived in his fridge.     Before administering his metaphorical and physical daily “tough pill to swallow,” he would refill the water in the Britta pitcher not only as an extra thought of consideration to his flat mates, but because tap water is nasty when warm, and it is naturally warm, when straight out of the tap. None of them wanted to budget in gallons of bottled water or even cases of single-use bottles. It was all very complicated, and it all had vaguely, or nothing to do at all with Randy and his religious devotion to his Daily Multiples.     I used the word religious there because religion is the Genesis, if you will, of where this whole Daily Multiple thing started. Randy grew up Catholic complete with weekly Sunday mass. He attended a K-8 Middle School, which also featured a weekday mass; the abridged 30 minute version with much lighter communion lines. He had this sneaking suspicion that some of the kids in the class only had to attend the abridged mass.     His mom made him attend both. Every week. Prayer was big in their household, too. Randy was getting well above the recommended dosage of weekly Catholic guilt.     The thing about Prayer, is it’s like your Daily Multi for God’s Grace and Wisdom. You can pretty much ask for anything from God if you nestle it neatly in a prayer and wrap it delicately with the utmost intentions.     Prayer was big at school, but just like the Church thing, he had this sneaking suspicion that most of the kids in his class were not praying, they were merely reciting words. When you take the meaning out of a Standard Prayer like a good ‘ol Hail Mary, at least you are left with a beautiful poem. Randy began to look at it this way; which eased him. He had to go to Mass a lot, but once there, he at least got to sing songs and recite poetry. He liked that.     Once he went to college and tried pot, his taste in song and poetry also shifted. As did his rituals. He had always fancied himself a simpleton, yet he always had this feeling that he must be smart. He also reasoned to himself that if he had to remind him of his smarts, maybe they didn’t exist. Growing up a dumb, indifferent guy had its perks, like settling down into oblivion.     He had long since stopped praying. He figured, one day he’d replace it with something equally meaningful, yet as meaningless as a prayer. It could be something, anything really with which he could set a daily routine. Something which exists on belief, which in his experience has always been a cross fade of comfort and placebo effect. Each of which help each other along, until one is fully committed. Then the Daily Multiples came along.     It all started when Mikey said, “You should take one of these.”     Mikey handed him a tiny yellow button, roughly the size of a mini M&M.     “What is this?”     “It’s a Daily Multi-Vitamin.”     They came in a CVS-Generic brand non flashy pill bottle, yet they didn’t claim to be anything special either; just pills that contained every multi-vitamin you needed daily (+ Biotin + Zinc and all the Chromium one could ever want.) (Randy still could not figure out why anyone in their right mind might need Chromium, but he knew whatever the reason he wanted a daily dose of dat chet.)     He wondered if the Chromium in these Daily Multivitamins was the same as the “Chromium Steel” extracted by those Steel workers in Billy Joel’s hit song “Allentown.” He decided that the song was a hit in 1982, and there must be all-new Chromium in these Daily Multiples for Men. Randy spent about five minutes genuinely hoping that the Chromium industry and all of its workers were doing OK. He breathed a sigh of relief at the solution to a problem that five minutes ago he didn’t even know had existed.     He then recalled the time the kind sports doctor put him under and arthroscopically screwed metal screws into his left knee to repair his torn ACL.     He looked down at his left knee. He could see the three tiny indents where each incision was made.     “I need my Chromium now more than ever,” he reassured himself.     He took a Daily Multi.     For the first three months, he would siphon a Daily Multi from Mikey. He thought for a second that this might hinder the Vitamins from Mikey, reasoning that there seemed to be an endless supply of yellow buttons in that generic pill bottle.     The lads travelled Europe for a month in the summer and the Daily Multi’s stuck by their side as any trusty companion would. Mikey stuffed a crumpled paper towel into the bottle to keep the pills from rattling. The bottle had a natural percussive rhythm to it, yellow buttons rattling up and down like a mini rain stick. If  properly mic’d up, it would have made a formidable Maraca sound.       Sure the sounds could be cool, but that paper towel kept those buttons from making a single noise. They drank endless cheap beer in Franfurt. They drank shots of liquor set on fire in Barcelona. They ate a daily multi daily to nurse our hangovers.     Finally, back in the states, he decided to return to CVS; ready to take the plunge. Enough of siphening off  Mikey’s Daily Multis.      “It’s time to supplement my own life with my own bottle.” Randall made declarations like this all the time. To prove to himself that he’d follow through, he marched into his local CVS and got the same exact bottle with the same exact label.     Randy took the bottle home. He pushed the cap down and squeezed, jarred the lid counterclockwise. These child-proofing caps on pill bottles were most definitely not made for fellas like Randall, he assured himself. He removed the giant cotton ball. Hiss reaction was nearly identical to a child who got the exact thing he wanted on Christmas but in the wrong color because his parents (or “Santa” or whoever) didn’t care enough to find the royal blue Hercules Action Playset.) The pills were the size of horse tranquilizers, or what he had always assumed horse tranquilizers looked like. They were one of those things that he was curious about, but not enough to Google Image search “horse tranquilizer” or anything. They were a nasty shade of grey.         Randy knew that swallowing these daily would be the toughest pills he had ever had to swallow; literally.     He knew he needed multiple vitamins daily, not only to survive but to rise above and forge ahead with strength and valor. Maybe Chromium helped with things like strength and Valor.  But he could never be sure.     He took the grey pills daily. One a day. Exactly as the phrase “Daily Multiple” vaguely described. CVS Pharmacy was a place he had always trusted, felt safe in. Perhaps it was that they always had Jones Soda and candy when he was a kid, but because of choices like these as a child he really needed his Daily Multivitamins now. Perhaps it was the iconic red lettering. He had heard that popularized logos like McDonalds used red and yellow because those particular colors subliminally made passersby hungry.     He was never sure why this was the case. But one thing about Randall. He loved his occasional McDouble. He wondered if a logo in plain red subliminally made people care about their health so much that they would enter a drug store like Longs, Savons or CVS and that store would have every health essential needed + 69 cent cat food!     The bottle encouraged him to “Compare it to One A Day Men’s Health Formula.” Randy hated change and when it came to his daily health, he took no chances. He knew who’s team he was on. He knew which Formula his body needed. Besides, he could see the headlines now:     RANDALL GREIVOUS: FIRST HUMAN BEING EVER TO OVERDOSE ON DAILY MULTIPLES FOR MEN     There was no possible way in hell he could possibly expire that way. Not a guy known for taking such stringent care of his daily health.     One day, by mistake, he took a second daily multivitamin. It was a stuffy early afternoon and he’d blanked on whether or not he’d forgotten his morning routine. The Britta filter was completely empty. He must not have refilled it; therefore he must not have taken his morning Daily Multiple.     As it turned out, he had taken his first Daily Multiple, but he was still high from the night before. His mind didn’t often blank these days, but it blanked in the early afternoon. No more than two hours after he had taken the first pill in a hungover haze, Randy took his second Daily Multivitamin in a 24-hour period, something that the label on the bottle expressly said not to do.

    Ten minutes and thirty-six seconds later, Randall Grievous III died of what appeared to be a routine case of the measles.    

    Three days later, an autopsy revealed Randy’s death an overdose, marking him as the first recorded case in human history of death by daily multiple-vitamin overdose.     He was twenty-four.